FOREWORD
"Don't you understand, you dumb little bitch, you all belong to me," the tall, lithe black woman laughed. "Who do you think is running this show, anyway?"
The sixteen-year-old white girl shivered in her thigh-high nightgown, her soft, creamy flesh damp with the sweat of excitement and fear. She was leaning against the dresser in her bedroom, nearly paralyzed with shock and horror.
The black woman approached her slowly, her own body covered by a ruby-red satin robe, that hardly concealed her luscious charms at all. The white girl could see her dark, round breasts rising and falling against the robe, as the woman drew near.
"You... you must be crazy," the girl gasped, her eyes darting back and forth across the room like a frightened animal's.
The black woman reached the spot where she was standing and leaned forward, hooking her fingers in the neckline of the girl's gown. With one swift, measured pull she stripped it from the teenager's innocent frame, baring her blossoming flesh completely.
"Little white dove, you can't resist me," she chuckled coolly, cupping one of her elegant, fine-boned hands over a tiny, quivering breast. "Nobody can, nobody."
The girl moaned, the electric sparks of pleasure suddenly racing through her flesh, making her loins throb, savagely. She felt the black woman's free hand slithering over her cunt mound and she shuddered, unable to turn her head away, from the pair of lips that were greedily seeking her own.
CHAPTER ONE
When she was sixteen years old, Salome Coyne was raped by her step-father. It was the last time anybody surprised her.
The world did not hold anything shocking for her after that. Sixteen years of watching the streets, dodging the studs and junkies, keeping her pussy tight and undamaged, so that it would be valuable, later on, had been more than most lifetimes for others.
Losing her cherry to the man she hoped would pick her family up out of the garbage and despair of Harlem had just about ended the girl's concept of trusting anyone. After that, survival was all that counted. That, and a good sense of the smarts.
She was thinking about that rape, now as she casually bathed little Billy Tapper. The five-year-old boy was splashing around in the soapy water, giggling and playing with his toys, and Salome was not paying the strictest attention to her work.
She supposed it was the sight of his little cock that made her drift back to her own time of purity. It was so tiny and so unused as yet, not having become the weapon of pain and trouble it would eventually be.
The little boy hadn't hurt anybody with his tool, yet. That wouldn't come for quite some time. Salome grinned as she stared at the child. He was looking up at her, his eyes wide and his grin completely trusting.
You dumb, bird-brained little fucker, the twenty-four-year-old nurse thought. You think I'm just the sweetest thing there is, don't you? Well, you just go on thinking that way, it's just what I want you to do.
Salome shook her head, rubbing some soap into the washcloth and pushing the rag over the boy's back and shoulders. She was thankful that the kid didn't mind baths. The last family she worked for, she had to fight the children tooth and nail to wash them, then listen to the parents bitch, when the kids didn't come out squeaky clean.
At least this clan was a bit more self-controlled. A lot more tight-ass, but that was just fine. She had plans for the Tapper family. Big plans.
She grinned wider now, and pushed the child gently back in the tub. "Come on, baby, let Salome wash your privates," she chuckled softly. Out of her eye, she caught sight of the girl peering into the bathroom, trying to be secret about her spying.
She had a fleeting impulse to spin around and confront the girl, let her know, once and for all, that she was well aware of the fact that Candy Tapper was always sneaking around and watching her.
She curbed the impulse, however. In point of fact, she was glad the girl was spying on her, she wanted her to. It was all part of the plan. All part of the great scheme she had.
She adjusted the boy in the tub, so that the girl, peering in through the crack of the door, could see exactly what she was doing. As the child giggled with delight, she rubbed his tiny cock with the wash cloth, pulling on it leisurely and lightly. She could almost imagine the wide-eyed stare in sixteen-year-old Candy's eyes.
That little girl is getting ripe for it, Salome thought with amusement. She's already caught the other boy pulling on his rod, I'm surprised she hasn't asked to do it for him herself.
The thought of fourteen-year-old Martin Tapper set Salome's loins to tingling just a little bit. He was to be the icing on the cake, she mused. Him and the girl. She was going to have lots of fun, once she set the plan into motion.
The little boy in the bathtub was cooing with pleasure now, as the black nurse continued to take more than the time needed to wash his loins. She ran the cloth slowly over his tiny legs and little buttocks, and rubbed it against his flesh, briskly. The kid was smiling like he was in heaven and it made Salome laugh softly, with amusement once more.
"You sure like that, don't you, boy?" she cackled quietly: "You don't know what it's about, but you know how good it feels, right?"
In the mirror's reflection she saw the combination of intense interest and flickering excitement that was already flashing in the girl that was watching her. The eyes told her everything. They were nearly on fire.
She shook her head, rinsing the little boy off, then. These little white bitches never understand themselves, she was thinking. She knew for certain, that even through all her excitement, Candy Tapper was probably more than likely, feeling a horrible sense of guilt and shame.
What they thought that pussy they had was for, Salome would never know. In a lot of ways, she was grateful for her step-father's attack. It had taken some foolish notions out of her mind, even as it had taken virginity out of her flesh.
Instead of locking it up like a priceless jewel, she had used her pussy after that. Used it to get the best grades she could in school, and the best jobs once she got out of school.
So far, her tight black pit had taken her a good distance out of the stinking streets she had been born to. She intended to have it take her a lot further.
Bored, now, with being spied on, she picked the boy out of the tub to dry him, turning to face the door. She wasn't surprised to find the girl gone, once she had completed her turn, and happy that the job had been completed.
She's going to wonder a bit more, Salome was thinking. Going to think about my hands, and what those things I can do feel like. She's going to go back to her room and touch herself, trying hard to get the liquid warmth rolling inside of her, and while she's doing that, she's going to be thinking about my hands.
The tall, elegant-looking nurse was well aware of the confusion existing in a sixteen-year-old girl. Children of both sexes are very unstable at that age, she knew. Very, very ready to be pushed and nudged in whatever direction pleasure can take them.
As she rubbed the little boy clean, she smiled to herself in the big, ornate mirror that covered the length of the wall above the sink in the bathroom. That reading that she had done had certainly come in handy.
While she was studying in college, she had made a point to take several courses in psychology, learning as much as she could about people, mostly children and parents and how they worked together.
Even when only halfway through school, she had realized she was forming some plan in her mind, without really knowing what the plan actually was. Now, a couple of years later, she had a better idea of what she had in mind, and was pleased with herself, that she had had the foresight to be educating herself ahead of time.
Salome Coyne had no intention of being a nurse all her life. Washing the behind of some white woman's kid wasn't her idea of her place in the world. Cleaning up after other's wasn't going to be her future.
Not that it really mattered in the end, that they were white. She wouldn't have settled for it, if they were as black as she was. Power, money, control, that was to be her destiny. "I was born to rule," she whispered to herself, shaking the little boy. "You hear me, Billy, I was born to rule!"
The little boy giggled, laughing delightfully as she dried his hair. She picked him up then and carried him into his small bedroom. She put him down on his bed and picked up the tiny pair of baby shorts, slipping them over his tiny, pudgy legs.
She shook her head, as she gazed, absently around the boy's room. She'd grown up with two other sisters, sleeping in the same couch-bed in her mother's living room. The idea of a five-year-old having his own bedroom, not to mention own bed, was a little offensive to her.
She could allow herself to get real angry at these white scum, if she wanted to. It was often a battle for her to keep her anger under control. They just flaunted their damn good fortune too often for her, sometimes.
Grimly she dressed the child in his slacks and shirt, then fit the shoes and socks over his feet. After she had tied the laces, she put him down on the floor, and the little boy began to play with his toys.
At that point, she heard the door in the front of the apartment slamming, and glancing at her watch, she realized that Martin was home from .baseball practice. She could hear him arguing with his older sister, and she sighed, hurrying to the living room to break up the fight.
"All right, you kids, settle it down," she said, sternly as she walked into the big, plush room that was damn near the size of the apartment she'd lived in as a girl.
They were in the center, squaring off to crack each other with their fists. She could see the haughty, sneering look on Candy Tapper's face, that snotty, rich-bitch attitude she couldn't stand.
In front of her, Martin Tapper, thin and wiry, with all the handsomeness of his father showing on his features, was doubling up his fists into tight, white-knuckled hammers. For a moment, she almost wanted to let the boy smash his sister in the face. The little bitch deserved it, thought Salome.
"What's all this fussing about, anyway?" she hissed, coming between them. "Can't you two ever spend more than five minutes together without trying to kill each other?"
"The little pig called me a dirty name," Candy hissed turning to glare at Salome, the sense of being superior clear in her eyes. "I don't have to stand for that!"
"Aw Christ, Salome," snorted the boy, relaxing now that the fight had been stopped. "She was walking around with her chest pushed out, showing me how big her boobs are getting. She just didn't think I'd dare tell her I knew what she was doing."
"He called me a cockteaser," wailed the girl. "He said he's going to tell everybody that that's what I am!"
"Well you are," snarled the boy. "Anytime you go around tossing your rear end around like a salad and jiggling your boobs, that's what you are!"
Viciously, the girl slapped her brother across the cheek. He hadn't been expecting the blow, and it threw him back a couple of inches in shock. He put his hand to his stinging face and started to lunge forward.
Salome caught him around the waist and held him from rushing at his sister. "Now, now, you can't go hitting ladies," she chuckled softly, allowing the tips of her fingers to fan out over his groin. "It isn't proper, Marty."
"She hit me, she cracked me one," he hissed, struggling against the black woman's grip, trying not really very hard, to break free.
"Girls are apt to do that, if you insult them, honey," the woman chuckled, gently kneading his groin then, to calm him down. "You're not supposed to tell them you realize what they're doing."
The young girl, her face at first rather smug and confident, began to grow dark, as she understood that Salome was agreeing with her brother in a round about way. Salome gave the glaring child a cool stare as she felt the young boy's shaft growing a bit as she massaged it.
The gentle, subtle caress took Martin's mind off his anger at his sister, and Salome released him after a moment, once she felt the shaft behind his trousers grown to almost full erection.
"Now you say you're sorry to your sister, honey," she cooed gently in the boy's ear, giving it a flick with her pink, pointed tongue. "And make up with her, for me."
Grudgingly, the boy nodded and mumbled a bleak apology.
He turned then, and quickly left the big living room, slipping into his bed room and shutting the door loudly. Faintly, Salome could hear the lock clicking into place and she grinned, broadly at the girl across from her.
"He's right, you know, baby," she said evenly. "You can't expect someone to let it pass, when you strut around like you do sometimes, Candy."
The girl, her hands on her hips, her legs apart in a defiant stance, glared darkly at the nurse. Her breasts were half-exposed in the open-throat blouse she was wearing, the nipples dark against the creamy color of it, pressing hard with her breathing.
"I saw what you did," she hissed. "I saw what you were doing to him."
"Good thing I did, too, child," laughed Salome. "Or else he'd have given you a bit of a nose bleed, I suspect. He hasn't quite become a gentleman yet."
"You touched him," the girl snapped. "You touched his thing, I saw it."
"What's the matter honey, are you jealous," laughed Salome coldly. "What do you want, to touch it yourself? Or, is it you want to be touched instead?"
The girl's eyes flew open wide in shock and embarrassment, as if she had been discovered doing something that she shouldn't. She gulped furiously and just a few tears came to her eyes. "I'm going to tell, I am," she sniffed, running then, from the living room.
Salome's laughter followed her as she ran to her own bedroom and slammed the door shut. The black woman watched her go, then shook her head and sat down in an easy chair, shutting her eyes tightly. She was wondering if Bert Tapper, husband to Jessica and father to Martin, Candy and Billy would want it again tonight. Grimly, she supposed he would. After all, the family was supposed to be going out to dinner with the grandparents this evening, and as always, she assumed Bert would have some urgent business to do before joining them. He was like that.
He had made no bones about it, when he interviewed her in his office two months ago. She had worn one of her most alluring, without being obviously so, dresses, and he had responded to it.
Sitting beside her on the wide, leather sofa in his office, sipping wine as he asked the necessary questions, his hand had kept finding its way to her bare knee cap. She hadn't pulled her leg away, either.
"I need somebody that can handle a rather large family," he had told her, his fingers gently opening and closing around her smooth, rounded knee. "That can take care of all the needs of each member." , She had leaned back and smiled, nodding her head with complete understanding. "I think I can do the job, Mister Tapper," she had told him. "I am well experienced in doing for others."
He had chuckled softly, leaning into her a little more, and she had found herself becoming amused by the game they were playing. Why he couldn't just come out and say he wanted a little pussy besides her nursing skills, she didn't know.
But, she'd played along, acting as if she had no idea in The world what he meant, even as she knew they both understood that they both understood, what he was talking about, completely.
She felt his lips pressing against her neck and she shivered, feeling his other hand on her shoulder. She wondered, for a moment, how long it would take him to get it down to her breast, and when she turned her mouth to his, she wasn't surprised at the speed with which he reached the target.
Their lips met, hers soft and pliant, moist and sensual, his rather dry and cruel, thin and cold in their kiss. Instantly, as she parted her teeth for his eager tongue, she felt the hand slipping over one of her large, full breasts, kneading it through the material of her dress.
"I think you're gonna do all right, Salome," he had chuckled, thickly, as his fingers squeezed her boob, anxiously.
She had laughed in return and ran her left hand around his neck for support and her right, quickly down over his stomach to his groin; From the way his shaft was already expanding against the tailored cut of his trousers, she knew it wasn't going to be too much work satisfying him.
"Umm, I think I might like working for you, Mister Tapper," she had chuckled, kneading the throbbing bulge gently. "I think I'm going to find the job very interesting, indeed!"
Bert Tapper had shuddered as he felt the black woman's fingers, long and delicate, tenderly squeezing and massaging the growing bulge that was beginning to pain him. He shuddered, his mouth mashing down over hers hungrily, and he drove his tongue, frantically at her own.
She allowed his eager spear to entwine around hers and listened to the thick, harsh gasps of breath that were escaping his lungs. His other hand had slithered up along her thigh then, scraping the tips of his fingers along the damp warmth of her inner flesh.
She shivered, glad that her legs did not need any panty hose to give them shape and form. She felt the tips of his fingers riding hesitantly over her panties, then, pressing greedily against the silken fabric and thrilling, she knew, to the dampness and warmth that came through them.
His kiss was growing more greedy as she fondled his shaft through his trousers. His lips roamed over hers, anxiously, his teeth beginning to take quick, short bites of her tender petals.
She moaned quietly, allowing her body to relax and experience as much pleasure, which wasn't a lot, as she could from his greedy caress and kiss. She felt his hand quickly riding down over her back, unzipping the dress with anxious need.
From the way he was trembling, she could tell that he was by now, so hot for her, that she could have held him off, if she wanted to. She could have said no, but that wasn't the way to play the game.
She allowed him to pull the dress away from her breasts, and listened, with satisfaction, as he gazed at her full, round breasts, now revealed to his greedy eyes. They rode high on her rib cage, the nipples thick and huge, pointing toward the ceiling in a proud, defiant manner.
He clasped his hand back over one soft, warm globe and "she shivered as she felt his fingers digging into her flesh, kneading the mound with a nearly brutal passion. She winced, slightly as he caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and impatiently rolled it back and forth.
Hot and stinging waves tore quickly through her breast and she shivered in response to the caress. Her own hand was busily unzipping his trousers then, tugging on the belt buckle and button that held them closed.
"Umm, that feels nice, Mister Tapper," she murmured as his fingers explored her mound, pushing and tugging on her panties. "Yes indeed, that's real nice!"
"Ohh, I think I can do a bit more for you than just pay you, Salome," chuckled the man, smugly. "I know a few things that can make you feel good."
His voice was a bit thick, betraying the anxious, excited need he was feeling and she nearly laughed with amusement when she got his pants open and slipped her hand inside them, wrapping her soft, slender digits around - his tool.
She felt him shudder violently and heard the drawn, groaning gasp of pleasure that escaped his lips. His fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her breast, then, and his mouth mashed so hard against hers, that she felt her lips being crushed, painfully, against her teeth.
She began to ride her hand slowly up and down on his shaft, then, and felt the cock growing harder as she kneaded and squeezed. The pole was thick, but not overly so, and the blood that was beginning to tear through it, was making it pulsate with a demanding warmth.
"God, Jesus, that's good," he gasped, shuddering as she pulled on the expanding spear. "Ohh, yeah, that's it, Salome, that's the way to go!"
"I'm going to do my job well, Mister Tapper," she whispered softly, flicking her thumbnail across the taut surface of his tool. "I'm going to show you that I know my job, well!"
The man jerked spasmodically on the sofa, the harsh, tearing waves of pleasure ripping through his flesh as she attended to his rod. His own hands were busily trying to pull her panties off her, now, and she lifted her trim, taut buttocks from the cushions, to give him more freedom to maneuver.
Quickly, he slid the unwanted garment over her hips and thighs and she kicked her legs, slightly, to allow them to fall to the floor past her feet. When his hand returned to her now naked mound, she felt the fingers almost jerking back from her hot, moist flesh in surprise.
He had probably never felt a cunt that ready for his touch, she thought, never felt his wife Betting that wet for him, so soon before. He was making soft, quiet sounds of moaning passion as he ran his hand over her pussy, and the black woman willingly spread her thighs under his attack.
"Oooo, yes, that's right, Mister Tapper," she whispered in a soft, melodic voice. "Umm, over there, yes, ohh, that's just right!"
She squeezed his shaft hard in her soft grip, then, feeling the surging blood that had filled the shaft, now quaking violently in her hand. The rod was pounding fiercely by this time, a thick, throbbing weapon that responded wildly to her slightest touch and caress.
Pumping her hand rhythmically up and down on his tool, she pushed his head down over her neck to her breasts. She felt his lips slashing at her nipples, and his teeth nipping her globes wildly, with greed.
"Ohh, kiss them, Mister Tapper," she murmured sensuously. "Umm, kiss and lick my breasts, please, yes, ahh, yes!"
He responded perfectly, opening his mouth and gathering one nipple inside. He locked his lips and teeth around the thick, hard pebble and she jerked violently as she felt his tongue lashing at her imprisoned nugget.
His fingers were toying with the lips to her pussy, then, pulling and rubbing on them, almost angrily. She opened and closed her thighs against his hands, shivering as she felt his greedy digits exploring her hot, throbbing hillock.
"Inside, inside," she cooed, thrusting her loins, spasmodically against his teasing fingers. "Ummmmm, I need them in me, Mister Tapper, in me, now!"
The man shuddered as he felt her cunt petals, fluttering and quivering delightfully beneath his exploring fingers. He pinched them between the digits, teasingly, and the warmth that poured from her cave, combined with the thick, creamy lubricant that was seeping from the pit, was too powerful an enticement for him to resist.
Greedily, he thrust two fingers inside of her, and the young black woman gasped as she felt the sudden invasion of her channel. She moaned as he sank the fingers deep inside of her tunnel, twisting and turning them until they were buried to the hilt in her steaming chamber.
"God, you're so tight," he croaked, kneading her slippery, inner walls with his long, stiff prongs. "Damn, tight and hot, Jesus, this is beautiful!"
The black woman chuckled softly, expertly flexing her inner flesh and strong muscles against his buried spears. His fingers were shocked by the power and strength of her loins and his prick thundered even more anxiously in her hand.
She felt him slithering his fingers in and out of her then, his mouth mashed savagely against her breasts. She pumped her fingers up and down on his cock, twisting and turning them against his fevered flesh, as she felt his throbbing need growing stronger and stronger in his tool.
From experience, she knew it was not going to take much more to get him sobbing with delight and nearly screaming with need. His manhood was as stiff as an iron rod by this time, pounding so savagely, it felt as if his flesh were going to burst.
Again and again she rode her soft, kneading hand along the length of his powerful, thrashing meat. With her free hand, she cupped his taut, hairy ball bag and rolled the pounding stones over her delicate fingers.
The man was nearly beside himself with passion now, and his voice was a pathetic, broken gasp as he spoke. "God, God, this is so good," he moaned, jerking and thrashing on the sofa from her exquisite attack.
She nodded her head, absently, her cunt responding to his touch and assault in just the manner she wanted it to. She was turned on enough to enjoy a portion of this, but not to lose control.
It was important to keep herself completely clear-headed, for her object was to please him beyond anything he had imagined. She could feel the flesh of his manhood burning against her soft, sensual palm, then, and she realized that the orgasm building in his loins was soon to burst.
His fingers drove quickly back and forth along her pussy walls, twisting and turning to urge her on. He seemed to thrill at the way her cunt muscles expanded and contracted around the plunging spears and she did her best, now, to convince him it was all involuntary response to the attack of his fingers.
"Ohh, Jesus, Mister Tapper, God, do I need you, now," she moaned, her voice as stretched and taut with greed as he could want it. "Ummm, please, I need you in me, I do, right now, I do!"
She was pulling on his shaft, greedily trying to draw the pounding weapon toward her cave. He moaned, and pushed her dress up to her hips, then, wedging himself, suddenly between her soft, damp thighs.
She felt the material of his trousers against her warm inner flesh as he settled down between her lovely limbs. She pulled anxiously on his tool, drawing the weapon to her hot, slippery mound with obvious demand.
"God, I want to get in there," he groaned, his voice almost a wail of need. "I want to get in there deep and hard, Salome, deep and hard!"
She laughed, her voice high-pitched and strained as she felt the hot, thick tip of his cock making contact with her quivering cunt petals. Eagerly she thrust herself forward, allowing the pulsating shaft to slither between the tender lips and penetrate the steaming passage beyond.
Almost savagely he drove into her. He groaned wildly and thrust hard, pushing his cock along her cunt walls and burying the tool deep in her moist, gripping channel. She locked her cunt muscles tightly around the plunging shaft and flexed them wildly to draw his tool deeper inside of her.
Bert Tapper moaned, his voice torn and harsh with the ecstasy of invading her. He shuddered violently, the pounding spasms of delight roaring in his flesh as she kneaded his sinking prong along its way.
His fingers frantically slipped beneath her buttocks and wrapped themselves around the hard, firm cheeks. He dug his spears into her flesh, pulling her loins hard to his groin, gasping as he buried himself inside of her.
"Give it to me, hard, Mister Tapper, hard," groaned the black woman. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him to her chest, savagely.
He shuddered again, feeling an unbelievable delight in his flesh as he ground himself against the black woman's wet, slippery belly. He pulled his weapon out of her, then slammed it back to the depths of her pussy once more.
She threw herself up to meet his attack and ground her belly against his as the cock plunged deep inside of her again. She shivered, rocking from side to side, now, using every inch of her cunt to stimulate the man.
He grew more frenzied, bucking back and forth along the hot, slippery channel with increasing power and force. His rhythm grew wild and erratic as his passion took control, and in moments, only the frantic lust that was consuming him, was guiding his nearly violent assault.
Salome was well aware of the fact that this attack would not satisfy her very much, but that was not her aim, anyway. She rocked back and forth with his ramming prong, trying as best she could to follow every plunge he took.
The faster his assault became, the more she could sense a climax building in his meat. Hurriedly she stroked her clit to give her own passion a little nudge and she flexed her muscles around the driving weapon, determined to experience at least a minor orgasm before he was finished.
She could feel him trembling and thrashing inside of her, then, bucking so fiercely that she felt he might pull out of her, in a complete loss of self-control. Inside her cunt, the walls of her tunnel had grown tight around his plunging shaft and she felt the roaring wave of release suddenly washing over her.
"Yes, Mister Tapper, ummm, going to come, yes," she moaned, jerking and twisting as he buried his weapon in her pit once more. "Oooo, here it comes, umm, so nice, so damn nice, yes, yes!"
The climax rumbled in her pit and she sobbed, locking every inch of her cunt around his thundering prong. She knew his cock was ultra-sensitive by this time, and she could well imagine what the flood of liquid and heat was doing to the man.
As she lay thrashing beneath him in the throes of her climax, the man's attack grew even more savage and fierce. He sobbed, ramming into her savagely, driving as hard and as fast as he could to the depth of her damp, tight channel.
Again and again his tool roared into her pit and she felt it expanding tightly against her walls. He was nearly in tears as he thrust himself deeply inside of her once more, and she could feel the length of his prick quaking with the sudden burst of his orgasm in his balls.
Hot, thick, wads of come began to spurt from his tool and the man nearly screamed with pleasure as the steaming seed pumped from his rod. "God, ohh, Christ, that's good," he moaned. "Ahh, coming so fucking good, Salome, so fucking good!"
He twisted and turned inside of her, the throbbing demand pouring from his flesh. Again and again the sticky gobs of semen poured from the head of his cock, the spurts of his passion draining all his energy and strength from him.
He lay inside of her, groaning and shuddering as the lingering tremors of delight rippled through the length of his spear. She felt his mouth against her shoulder, breathing heavily and she sighed, satisfied that she had accomplished what she wanted.
When at last he was able to pull away from her, he got to his feet, walking weakly to his desk as he adjusted his clothing. He sat down behind it, and 'she busily adjusted her own garments.
By the time he looked up again, a weak, drained smile on his lips, she knew that she had the job. There was an empty sound in his voice when he told her the address where he lived, and she left the office, quite pleased with herself. The first phase of her plan, successfully completed.
CHAPTER TWO
Her first family had been the Carsons. They were merely middle-class and she lived with them for no longer than it took to gain job-experience. The second family, the Turkins, she stayed with for almost six months. They had more money, and gave her the introduction to society that she needed.
At no time, had she ever considered putting any of her plan into effect with either family.
She concentrated completely on learning the job first hand, and doing it to as much of a degree of perfection as possible.
Meanwhile, she had investigated as many other families as she could. She knew that Bert Tapper would be as shocked to discover she had read up on him thoroughly, before applying for the job, as he would not have been, to learn he had done the same.
For her plan to work, the family had to be perfect. The very members of it had to conform to her details of her plan, and above all, they had to be very, very rich. The Tappers fit the bill, to the smallest and most minor points.
Salome Coyne was more than aware of how limited her prospects were. About the best she could hope for, given her color, background and career, she knew, was to meet some black doctor and marry him.
To her, that was quite unacceptable. Black doctors don't make any money, she knew. And besides, most of the black doctors she met also wanted to marry somebody else other than a nurse.
She had dated a few while going to college and they had all opened up to her, telling her they planned to get a piece of the pie before they were done. Just speaking with them, made her realize that they wouldn't consider her a large enough piece.
That was about the time she began to formulate the plan. She learned very quickly, that it would have to be-through whites, that she reached the plain of success she desired. Fellow blacks weren't going to get her there.
That was why she rejected Elgin Downey's offer of marriage, although he was the first and only person, so far, that truly touched her heart. Elgin was a tall, incredibly handsome medical student that was more interested in medicine than money. He loved her, and she loved him, but marriage was impossible.
"You'll never be happy," he warned her when they broke up. "Money not only isn't everything, it's not anything, if that's all you have." It pained her to say it, but she had responded coldly and grimly nonetheless. "Well, we'll see about that, when I get it, won't we," she had told him.
After studying several likely candidates, she had settled on the Tapper family. Bert Tapper had inherited his money from his parents after a sudden auto accident, and his wife, Jessica, had wealthy parents of her own, still living.
Their children were perfect for Salome's needs. A young teenage girl and son, a baby boy. The sex of the baby really didn't matter, but having it a be a boy, Salome had decided, was just so much the better.
Upon reading up on the Tapper's in several magazines, she had picked up bits and pieces of useful information. Tapper had married late, almost thirty, and his wife had had a history of emotional, problems.
This last piece of gossip had been picked up by checking around with friends, and added to that, was the fact that the Tapper's kept separate bedrooms. Salome had no doubts that the stories her friends told her about the Tappers not having sex any longer were true.
When she met Jessica, a rather cold and aloof woman, even to a servant, Salome felt, she was almost certain that she had made the best possible choice. Wrapping them around her finger was going to be easy.
The husband and wife often seemed to deal with other as vague and distant relatives, rather than marriage partners and the children were equally as distant and confused with each other.
The fourteen-year-old boy was obviously dealing with his puberty with some difficulty, and the girl was fighting between rigid coldness and smoldering sexuality. The baby was bright and cheerful, but given to moody silence.
All in all, they were fucked up, perfect for a woman that knew how to carefully, skillfully manipulate them. Just what she intended to do.
From the first, she was drawn to the young boy, deciding that she had to get him on her side as soon as possible. The girl would be out of the question for quite awhile she realized, and perhaps the mother, would be the hardest of all.
In Jessica Tapper's eyes, she had seen suspicion and distrust, even a measure of hatred. Obviously, the bitch knew her husband got a little off her from the moment they were introduced.
From the way her nostrils flared and her eyes roamed quickly up and down the length of her body, Salome was wondering if she were trying to see or smell any evidence of her husband on the nurse.
"Mister Tapper has told you almost everything you need to know," the woman had said, stiffly. "So I don't suppose there is any reason for me to repeat your duties."
"I'm aware of my responsibilities, yes," Salome had answered, evenly, not giving an inch under the woman's cold stare. "And I'm well-qualified for the task."
That had shaken Jessica enough for Salome to notice. She wasn't used to servants being tough with her, and it was easy to see her nervousness. But Salome had not pushed her, for she was smart enough to realize when to back off.
She had not been there a week before she could sense the white woman forgetting all about her. She was probably even glad that the husband had her around for his pleasure, Salome considered grimly. As long as he stayed out of his wife's bed, the woman would be happy, the nurse was convinced.
But it was the'' children that she . was interested in. They were the key to the whole plan. They would be the vehicles through which she would come, eventually, to dominate and control this whole family.
As she walked toward the back of the apartment, then, she smiled to herself, thinly. I'm not going to be their nurse for very long, she was thinking confidently. Soon, I shall be the one that is taken care of, bowed to and pampered. Soon, I'll be the one pulling the strings, not them.
She had heard about slaves during the time before the Civil War, almost running some plantations completely. Never admitted to, of course, still under bondage but still in command and control, the helpless whites prisoners under their subtle control.
That was what she intended here. She would take each one of them under her influence, slowly, carefully bind them to her will, so that before they knew it, each of them would be powerless to resist her commands.
But the children were first. She already had the father's cock almost in her purse, she intended to get the boy's in there, too, as quickly as possible. She knew he wanted her, she could tell he was dying to get next to her, but too terrified to admit it, perhaps even to himself.
She had seen the look in his eyes, the rather frightened, confused stare he gave her every now and then. It was as if he had two armies battling inside of him, just as his sister did, and all she had to do was lend her support to one of them, to dictate the outcome of the war.
She stopped beside Martin's door, listening carefully for the sounds, if any, that might come from within. She could hear a little labored breathing and she smiled to herself, imagining what was going on inside the room.
She was about to knock, when she heard the opening of Candy's door down the hall. She abruptly turned around and returned to the living room, settling down in a chair once more.
The girl was dressed in a tube top and tight shorts, now, and it was obvious that she hadn't quite learned the lesson her brother and Salome were trying to teach her. Salome grinned at her as she walked by.
"That's not going to throw any cold water on those boys, honey," she chuckled, pointing with one, long slender finger to the girl's outfit.
Candy Tapper sniffed in distaste. "I am jusr. trying to keep comfortable in this wretched heat," she snorted. "I'm going out to play tennis, I shall be back by dinner time."
"Ill let your folks know," Salome chuckled again. She watched as the girl picked up a short spring coat and threw it over her shoulder. When the pretty teenager had left the apartment, Salome quickly got to her feet and headed back toward the bedrooms.
She noticed Martin going into the bathroom and she quickly slipped into his room, taking a place beside his dresser. He had a list of sicknesses that she had to keep constant checks on, and she was examining the small, daily book beside his bed when he returned to the room.
He was nervous and shuddering a bit as if he was embarrassed, as he sat down on the bed. She felt certain, then, that he had just been masturbating, and her very presence made him feel guilty about it.
"Well, am I getting any better?" he chuckled, clearing his throat, anxiously. He leaned back against the bed, and Salome suppressed a smile as she heard him pushing a magazine she had noticed, deeper beneath his pillow.
"You tell me," she said brightly, turning and smiling at him, broadly. "Do you feel like a big, strong fourteen-year-old boy, or not?"
He shrugged. "I feel okay, I guess," he muttered. "I don't feel like a he-man, but I'm not as weak as a kitten, either."
The tall, lovely black woman cocked her hip and leaned, rather enticingly, she felt, against the side of the dresser. She had one hand on her smooth, graceful hip and was toying with her long, black hair with the other.
"Well, you look okay," she laughed, quietly. "But that doesn't say much. Action always speaks louder than words."
"Hell, I'm on the baseball team," he snorted. "And I run track, too! What more can you want out of a kid?"
"Ohh, there's lots of things," Salome said, her voice casual and vague. "Such as, how are you doing with the girls these days?"
"I do okay," the boy mumbled, his voice becoming distinctly ruffled. "What's that got to do with anything?"
Salome laughed and went around to the other side of his bed, well aware that his eyes were following her closely, perhaps locked onto the generous ripple that her buttocks made as she walked.
She peered out the window of his bedroom to the skyline in front of the penthouse apartment. Far below she could see the tiny figures of people milling in the street and she nodded as if only half interested in the conversation.
"If a boy your age isn't doing well with the girls," she said carefully. "Then he's got a problem. "He can't possibly feel too good, if he isn't taking care of his nut, now can he?"
She turned to face him then, delighting in the flush of pink that had risen up in his cheeks. He looked down at his feet, shutting his eyes for a moment or two, and Salome saw she had struck a nerve.
"I worry about you, honey," she said, sitting down on the bed, now, and leaning over to touch his arm, affectionately. "And since I am in charge of your health, it's hardly surprising I'd be concerned."
She was stroking the boy's arm, then, gently riding the tips of her long, manicured nails up and down the length of them. She could feel the goose bumps rising up on his skin, and hear the sudden force of his labored breathing.
"Well... hell... I...," he stammered worriedly, drawing his arm away from her hand and holding it as if her touch had burned him. "I... I mean, what do you want, anyway, Salome?"
"I just want to help you, honey," she whispered, moving a little closer to him on the bed now. She could feel the nervousness coming off him like a cloud, and it stimulated her, almost as much as it amused her.
The boy felt her fingers at the nape of his neck, then, and he groaned, shivering uncontrollably as a harsh, tingling spasm rippled through his groin. He was breathing heavily, each breath almost painful to inhale.
"You can't help me in that area," he chuckled, anxiously. "I mean, that's my problem, you know."
"You're a nice, big boy, honey," she cooed softly, moving even closer to him, now, her fingers lazily scraping at the back of his neck. "You shouldn't have any trouble in that department at all!"
Cautiously, she ran the palm of her hand over his leg then, her soft, warm flesh meeting his trembling thigh beneath his shorts. He groaned, jerking once again as the contact was made, forcing the throbbing pain in his groin to grow stronger.
"Yeah, sure, of course," he muttered grimly. "Hell, sometimes I wonder about that. I wonder if I can turn anybody on!"
Salome laughed, her voice low and husky, the erotic tingle of promise in it quite clear, she was sure. She gently moved the tips of her fingers against his leg and tightened her grip around his neck.
"Don't be that way, honey," she murmured, bending forward and pressing her lips to his cheek. "I know what's good to look at, and believe me, baby, you're it!"
The young boy was painfully aware of her nearness to him. The touch of her soft, succulent petals at his cheek, and the heady, womanly aroma she gave off, was making his body throb with a sudden and powerful desire.
"Ohh, man, if I could only be sure of that," he moaned. "I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm going to explode, Salome!"
Now her fingers tightened on his leg and her hand gently turned his head around to face her. She could feel him trembling violently almost and she shook her head, making a sweet bow with her lips.
"I know one person you get to, baby boy," she chuckled quietly, leaning forward and pressing her lips suddenly to his. "I sure know one black lady you get the blood to flowing inside of!"
The boy was shocked as her mouth gently mashed against his. For a brief instant he did not know whether to clutch at her savagely, or flee the room and her caress. His body grew tense as he waited for the answer to come, and the beautiful, young black nurse, provided it.
"This is just between you and me, honey," she whispered, slashing at his teeth with her mouth. "I'm going to show you just how much you can get a girl going!"
She knew, exactly, of course, just the sort of impact this was having on the boy. To have his older, grown-up adult nurse showing such interest in him, had to be both blowing the boy's mind, and stimulating him beyond belief.
She ran her lips back and forth across his, greedily, then, lashing her tongue between his teeth and entwining the soft, pink dart around his own. He stiffened, his body going completely rigid as she hungrily made her attack.
His hands were in his lap and she pushed at them with the one that had been holding his thigh. "Come on, baby, you've done enough reading, you know what to do," she murmured softly. "Come on and be nice to me, if I'm gonna be nice to you!"
The boy groaned wildly. He was shuddering as if a harsh spasm of electric current was being pumped through him. She lifted one of his hands to the finely starched top of her uniform and held his palm to her breasts.
She could well imagine his excitement as he felt her hard, molded breasts, rising and falling excitedly against the material of her bra and uniform. He shivered again, closing his eyes tightly and finally daring o close his fingers around the globe.
"Umm, that's it, honey," she whispered intently, pushing his other hand out of the way and cupping her hand over the growing mound in his shorts. "Now do what you've been reading about, honey! Come on, make me feel good!"
Fourteen-year-old Martin Tapper felt the breasts beating wildly under his hand, and the lovely black woman's fingers at his crotch and he could not believe his good fortune.
He felt Salome kneading his shaft through his shorts, pulling and tugging on his young prong, while thrusting her chest hard against his hand. He was shuddering as he fumbled with the buttons to the garment, trying desperately to free them and her breasts from their confinement.
Salome giggled softly and felt the boy tearing the garment down her shoulders, "once he had the buttons free. He was gulping frantically, now, and she felt his fingers dancing over her shoulders to the hooks of her bra with a hurried anxiety.
"Ohh, God, God, you're beautiful," he moaned, pulling the hooks free and sighing tightly as she allowed the bra to tumble away from her proud, firm breasts. "God, God, they're so lovely!"
Salome laughed again, taking his hand and clasping it to her chest once again. "Ummm, that's it, honey," she whispered with excitement. "Ummm, squeeze them, pinch them, just like that!"
She could feel his prick, now thick behind his shorts, pounding fiercely as she pinched and massaged the mound that was bulging tightly against them. He was sighing and moaning, his breath coming in harsher gasps by this time.
She laughed softly again and ran the zipper down on the shorts, slipping her hand inside of them. When she wrapped her fingers around his short, thick, prong, he cried out, the pleasure he felt from her touch almost painful in its intensity.
"Ooo, let me see this now," Salome chuckled, bending her head as she pulled the boy's cock from her shorts. "Umm, that's a nice big one, ain't it, honey?" she added with a delighted laugh.
She balanced his shaft in her palm and stroked it back and forth with her other hand. Each time she slithered her slim, sensual fingers up and down the length of it, the short spear jerked spasmodically in her hand and the boy gasped with a thick, taut tear in his voice.
His own fingers clutched and kneaded her breasts, pulling on her flesh with less awkwardness than she would have expected. His other hand was now worming its way up and underneath her skirt, and she sighed contentedly as she felt his fingers slithering along her inner thighs.
She shivered with delight as the tips of his digits brushed against her panties. He was obviously very excited by this time, and when she gave his tool several good, tight squeezes with her soft, warm fist, he sobbed wildly and began to shudder with uncontrollable pleasure.
Slowly she stood up from the bed, pulling him to his feet by his prick. "Undress me, honey," she murmured, "and I'll do the same for you!"
They stood there, she quite calm and leisurely about it, while he betrayed his youthful hunger by nearly tearing at her remaining garments with his hands. She felt him riding the zipper free on her skirt, then forcing it down over her hips and thighs, and she laughed, quietly.
Gently, she pushed his shorts and underpants down to his knees and pulled his shirt over his head. She felt him pushing down on her panties, sliding them over her hips and she sighed warmly as she felt herself naked at last, before him.
She was holding his cock tightly in her hand now, the tops of her fingers just beneath his throbbing helmet. She rubbed the taut, thick, knob against her belly and the stimulation of it made him shake with near ecstasy, as his prick head made contact with the enticing warmth of her flesh.
"Ohh, sweet baby boy, have I got an idea for you," she giggled. "I'm gonna give you something you'll remember for a long time."
Her voice was a smooth as silk, as textured as satin and the boy groaned as she ran her lips downward over his small chest. "You just stand real still, honey," she murmured quietly. "You just let Salome do the work this time!"
Jerking spasmodically, the boy tried to steady himself on his feet. He felt her lovely, sensual mouth working its way down over his belly, and he gasped as she stabbed at his navel with her sweet, moist tongue.
"God, God Salome, that's nice," he whispered, his voice drawn and tight, as raspy as if he hadn't had water in several days. "Ohh, ooh, Jesus, that's nice!"
She was still kneading and caressing his tool with her fingers, rolling them back and forth along the length of his prick. The flesh of his shaft was pounding, nearly on fire with demand, and as he trembled, she could tell she was having the effect on him that she wanted to.
Her tongue ran through the small thatch of hair that covered his groin and the boy nearly screamed as he felt the sweet arrow flicking at his shaft. She dropped to her knees in front of him, then, bracing herself on the floor as she pressed her lips to the base of his pole.
"I know you understand what I'm going to do, honey," she whispered quietly. "And I want you to know, that I want to do this for you! So you just stand there and let me take care of your need, Martin, like a good nurse ought to!"
From the way his cock was pounding in her fingers, she wondered, seriously, if he could take much more of this. She held her amusement inside, running her lips back and forth along the length of his prong, lashing at the hard, knobby surface of his cock with her tongue.
He jerked and shuddered as she nibbled at the rim of his helmet. Never in all his life could he remember feeling this good, and it took all of his young energy and will, not to fall to the floor, trembling out of control.
"Please, yeah, Salome, do it," he moaned, his voice thick, and tortured. He placed one hand on her shoulder to support himself, and his fingers dug into her flesh, urgently. His other hand was running through the mane of hair that covered her head, pulling on it almost breathlessly with greed.
Tenderly, her lips reached the base of his tool and her tongue worked its way across the tight, fevered bag that contained his balls. He was sighing and gasping by now, the tremors that were tearing through his body making him rock and sway as the lovely nurse attacked his aching sack.
He felt her teeth nibbling on his bag and he sobbed. The harsh pleasure that was rolling through him was powerful and intense, and his balls ached so badly, that the sheer exquisite agony of it almost brought tears to his eyes.
"Ummm, going to love sucking on these, honey," Salome chuckled quietly. "Yes indeed, my baby boy, going to love this, immensely!"
With that, she opened her mouth and pulled his balls inside with a quick flip of her tongue. She locked her lips and teeth hard against his bag, trapping his stones inside her moist, warm chamber and the boy nearly screamed with pleasure. k He felt her tongue flicking violently at his imprisoned nuts, tossing them from left to right against her moist, warm cheeks. She was blowing harsh, vibrating currents of air- against his flesh, sucking so hard on his stones, that the pain was almost too exciting for him to stand.
He groaned wildly, twisting from left to right as she sent his balls dancing back and forth between her cheeks, and lathered them violently with the tip of her soft, lovely spear. Never in the boy's life had he imagined anything this exciting and good, and he trembled now, the throbbing ache of his excitement surging in his legs.
"God, ohhh, God, that's too much," he gasped, shuddering so savagely she feared, for a moment, that he would topple over. "Damn, Salome, damn, that's good!"
She laughed, softly feeling his fingers roaming through her hair, and the powerful pounding in his flesh. She could feel the hot blood and come churning in his bag, sending waves of savage power surging through his tool.
She gripped and kneaded his prong, pulling on his flesh in slow, determined strokes of her hand. Each time she completed the pumping action, the boy thrust against her violently, moaning and sobbing as the ecstasy of her attentive attack made his flesh burn with pleasure.
She lathered his balls wildly with her tongue, and rubbed her thumb briskly across the surface of his prick. She felt him jerking and twisting as she pressed the warm bulb of his prong, and was well aware of the fact, that his passion was reaching a point where he would soon be out of control.
So far, all had gone well, and she pulled her mouth from his balls, then, gazing up at him with a wicked grin on her face. "Put one of your hands on my breasts again, baby, while I get down to the real reason I'm here," she told him.
As she felt his trembling fingers encircling her breast as before, she began to kiss and lick her way back up along the length of his prick, again. She whispered as she brought her mouth toward the knob of his young manhood, her voice soft and compelling, dripping with sensual power.
"I'm going to love you very nicely, my sweet," she murmured. "I'm going to make you feel so good, you won't be able to stand it!"
The boy was gasping and choking, by this time, his shaft pounding savagely as her lips and teeth reached the rim of his helmet. He felt her lashing at the taut, moist knob with her tongue, and his groan of pleasure was ringing wildly in the air, as she moved her mouth up and over it.
"Ohh, God, God, yes, yes," he whispered tightly, shuddering involuntarily as Salome opened her mouth wide, and made her soft, pliant lips encircle the head of his meat. "Jesus, God, ohh, take it, take it in your mouth, yeah!"
The fourteen-year-old boy could not believe any of this, now, and was almost insane with pleasure as the lovely black woman's lips wrapped tightly around the head of his manhood. He felt her tongue lashing at his flesh, her teeth grinding at the base of his helmet and he sobbed, the loveliness of her assault overwhelming him.
Salome knew she had him completely under her control and she pushed her head forward, using her tongue and lips to pull his prick into her mouth. She relaxed her throat muscles quickly, and effortlessly guided the short, hard prick into her moist, snug passage.
The velvet softness of her throat gripped the young prick tightly, and she bobbed forward once more, burying his cock to the hilt in her warm, wet mouth. She sucked on the root of his tool, then, and locked her hands around his legs to hold him steady. Inside of her mouth, his prick was pounding with a burning need, and she closed her eyes tightly.
Slowly, she began to ride his meat in and out of her mouth and throat. The boy felt the silken flesh of her throat walls undulating around his tool, and each stroke that buried the cock deeper in the black woman's mouth, made him scream with a harsh, burning need.
She felt the surging blood reaching a near fevered pitch in his rod as she slithered it back and forth along her throat tunnel. She took long, leisurely strokes, measuring every thrust of her head perfectly, burying her face greedily in his youthful groin. She loved the way the cock pounded against her wet, warm inner walls, for the furious power of his pulsating flesh told her of his greed, and the sheer intensity with which it pounded against her throat channel, was enough for her to know that she was taking the boy to the heights of ecstasy.
Faster and harder she began to ride the prick inside of her mouth. She sucked as hungrily as she could on the tool, determined to draw the orgasm out of his loins in one, harsh and continual spasm of bliss.
The boy could hardly remain standing any longer, it seemed. His one hand was hard and tight on her shoulder as he leaned into her, and his other clutched at her breast so fiercely that it created a dull ache in her soft, warm globe.
She pumped his prick in and out of her mouth, wildly, determined to bring him to a powerful and savage climax as quickly as she could. From the way the tool was expanding against the soft, warm snugness of her throat canal, she could tell it would not be very long, now.
The boy was swaying rhythmically under her assault. His body twisted and turned with every stroke that she took, and his groans of passion rung in her ears with a loud, almost wailing sound.
She felt his rod pounding out of control then, and she increased the rhythm and speed of her sucking as she felt his orgasm beginning to pulsate along the length of his plunging shaft.
"Ohh, God, Salome, God, yes, ummm, ahh, Jesus," he cried, his voice tortured and weak, so filled with pleasure she could barely hear him. "Going to, going to, going to, yessss!"
She almost laughed at the moment of his climax. She felt him thrusting forward, burying the shaft in her throat and leaning on her heavily as the first angry spurts of come burst from his balls and splashed into her mouth.
She sucked greedily on the exploding weapon, pumping her head back and forth frantically to draw out every drop of the precious fluid. She swallowed determinedly, eagerly to get as much of him in her belly as possible.
She knew the sensation and effect it would have on him, and as the wads of thick, creamy fluid spurted from his prong, she drank hungrily from the spurting pole, feeling his flesh quaking violently as she sucked on his dick and held him in her fingers.
Twisting and turning, the boy felt as if every last ounce of energy and passion was being drained from his body. The climax felt as if it were being torn from his loins, the sensation of strength pulled almost as if from the middle of his thighs.
He sobbed tightly and shuddered uncontrollably, pushing away from her and falling around and across his bed. She knelt in front of him, watching his body jerking involuntarily, the lingering traces of his wanting racing through his loins.
She patted his buttocks and rose, licking the last drops of his come from her lips with a satisfied smack of her tongue. She picked up her clothing then, and slipped into it, wanting to take a quick shower before any others of the family returned home.
She reached the door when the boy was finally able to rise up on his elbows and gather enough energy to speak. "What... what about you?" he groaned, blinking the thick steam of sweat out of his eyes. "When... when do I take care of you?"
Salome gazed at him, the delight and pleasure clear in her dark, brown eyes. She laughed merrily and shook her head. "Don't you worry, honey," she assured him, her voice as erotic as ever. "I'm going to get taken care of! Don't you ever worry about that, I'm telling you!"
Then she slipped out of the door, grinning as she leaned against it, almost unable to move any further for a few seconds. She shook her head at last and walked on toward the bathroom, the taste of the boy, and her success, still deliciously bitter on her educated tongue.
CHAPTER THREE
Money is the only thing in this world you can count on, thought Bert Tapper as he gazed across the dinner table at his family. Everything else comes second to that in trustworthiness.
His father had taught him that, and how right the old bastard was. The last time Bert had felt he could actually trust someone, was the day he married his wife, Jessica. It had only taken until the wedding night to prove her unworthy of it.
His kids were marvelous, but he didn't really feel all that secure with them. The boy wasn't in his kind of mold, not following him in growth and attitude, and the daughter, from the way he saw it, was turning into her mother at a rapid pace.
The baby, it was too soon to tell about, but he too, would in the end, disappoint him, Bert was certain. He felt often like he only lived in the same house with them, that he wasn't really close to them at all.
His eyes swept across the table again and came to- rest on the nurse. She was eating casually, as if she didn't really care one way or the other for her meal. Now and then she would glance up and their eyes would meet.
They would stare at each other for a few moments then, though her gaze he knew would be much more intense and less guarded than his. She could hide her true feelings, he had come to realize, better than that best poker player he'd ever faced.
He never knew what was going on in the black bitch's mind, and that worried him. Bert Tapper always liked to know what others were thinking about, it gave him a warm, comfortable sense of security, to know exactly how anyone felt at any given time.
He trusted the nurse, least of all. Somehow, he felt she had an edge on him, that wasn't exactly there, just because he was screwing her. It was more than that, but he couldn't quite put his finger on the feeling.
It wasn't just balling, though, he was sure of it. He was almost certain that Jessica knew, anyway. So merely worried about being caught at it, or worse, the dumb black fool telling his wife, wasn't the thing that troubled him.
Even if she did tell Jessica, and Jessica did give a damn, that kind of thing happening was not too worrisome to Bert Tapper. After all, he was too rich to worry about Jessica divorcing him, in fact, too rich for her to divorce him, anyway.
No, he felt okay on that point. The days when divorce was a scandal that could hurt a man were long gone. And so were the days when a woman was foolish enough to throw away the security of a wealthy husband just because he was screwing a servant.
Besides, Jessica didn't give a damn about sex, so she could not feel jealous or slighted about that. Him putting his dick somewhere other than her hole was probably a wonderful idea to her, Bert thought, grimly.
He wondered, idly, if the nurse realized that, too. Maybe that might be it, that she understood. Understood too damn much. He gazed at her intently, then, almost a cruel smile on his lips.
She could give him the impression that she was smug and self-confident without ever acting that way. Sometimes, he was certain that she was laughing her ass off at him behind his back, all the while telling him what a good lay he was.
She had told him that, often, in the three months since she'd joined the family. They had lain in bed many a night and she had cooed words of praise and passion in his ears, stroking him pointedly at the same time.
"You're just such a big, strong lover, Mister Tapper," she had murmured to him. "So good and manly, I can't stand it sometimes!"
He'd believed her, too. In those moments, he had felt strong and powerful, had felt like a man. Felt like that for the first time in a lot of years, too, he added to himself, grimly.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so masculine. He had felt sexual often enough with the whores and quick jobs with other women in the past. With his money and power, it wasn't hard to get a woman to open her thighs to him, but that had not made him feel manly.
After finding out so quickly, that Jessica wanted as little to do with him in bed, as possible, he had fallen into a deep shock and despair that half a dozen minor and short-lived affairs had not been able to solve.
This affair, as strange as it was, with Salome was the first time in years, perhaps since his illusion that his wife found him desirable, that he felt wanted for himself. Wanted for who he was, not his power and money.
And he distrusted that emotion completely. Even though she never asked for anything other than her wages, he still could not believe it was true, and had no intention of ever believing it might be.
Still, he felt himself being drawn to her, almost as if he were falling into a web, with uncontrollable feeling of loss of will. Incredibly, he sensed she had a control over him in some way, and it was that that worried him.
Without doing or saying anything, she somehow owned him.
It was affecting the others in the family, too, he could see. His wife was wary of the nurse, always on her guard, it seemed, around her. She almost, it appeared, seemed afraid of her.
On the other hand, the contempt and hatred that was obvious in Candy's eyes for the nurse was equally as shocking and puzzling. He would feel a lot more comfortable, Bert thought, if he could put it all down to the fact of his daughter knowing what he was doing with Salome.
But it wasn't that, it was something more personal, something more intense between them. It could be so many things, things often spoken of by other men, when they sat around drinking and telling the woes of their lives to each other.
Daughter's lusting after their fathers, mother's passionate for their girl's boyfriends. This world was full of sick things, Bert thought grimly. Half the ideas he came up with as reasons for his family's behavior, he didn't even want to think about.
His son, for instance, could not seem to tear his eyes off the nurse half the time. He could see the desire in the kid's eyes, and that scared the hell out of him, too. The last thing he wanted, was his son getting dreamy over a servant. A black one at that.
His youngest child was gurgling in his high-chair, and now and then, the nurse would rise from the table to attend to him. He watched as she did so now, realizing that he didn't even like the way she dealt with young Billy, either. She was just too damn good at her job, just seemed to give the kid too much love. It was unseemly, Bert thought, for it wasn't her child she was pouring this affection onto.
Once again, he did not trust her motives.
Then fire her, he thought. Go ahead, give her the ax, send her on her way. You could even pay her off with a handsome sum. Jesus, you could set her up in her own nanny business, if you wanted to ease your conscience.
Go ahead, his mind taunted him. Fire her. It's easy.
But it wasn't. He could no more give serious .consideration to that thought, then he would have given any more than a passing reflection to the idea of never having her in bed again.
Of never feeling those soft, warm thighs gripping his as tightly as a vice. At never tasting the sweetness of her lips, or feeling the incredible warmth and snugness of her pussy as he slid into it.
No, he wasn't going to fire her. And that really scared him. He turned his head down, tearing his eyes from her back as she bent over Billy in the high chair. He cleared his throat, as he often did when about to speak and nearly rapped on his glass to get the table's attention.
"I think we shall spend the summer on the island," he announced, bracing himself for the chorus of groans he expected.
"Ohh, God, Daddy," moaned his daughter. "How can you even think of it!"
"Jesus, Father, I was planning on going out for the team this summer," his son chimed in.
Patiently, he awaited his wife's objections. She took a moment, gathering her weapons, he thought grimly. Her smile was as false as a mask, the sweetness dead and the coldness clear in her eyes.
"It is rather isolated there, dear," she said, quietly, but coldly. "And the children do need their contact with their peers."
"Then there peers can come down for a visit," Bert hissed, measuring his own determination against his wife's. "I don't wish to spend the summer in this hell-hole of a city. It is not that hard to get off the island when needed."
His daughter looked grim and sullen, his son disgusted. The mask on his wife's face had cracked just a bit, allowing some of her anger and hatred to pour through. He shook his head, sighing wearily.
"Look, it's peaceful, there, quiet," he insisted. "We can all relax and get some of the city out of our bodies. It'll be good for us, God damn it!"
"I think the baby could use it," Salome said, suddenly. All the heads of the table turned to her, and she smiled. "Children can always use a little time away from a city. The fresh air is good for them."
"I didn't know the servants had a voice in this," muttered Candy.
"Oh, shut up," snapped her brother. "She's right, probably right about all of us. I don't need to play baseball all summer anyway. The swimming and hiking will be fun, I bet!"
Salome smiled warmly. To Bert's eyes, he thought he saw a bit of triumph in them, and he began to wonder why a plan of his had suddenly begun to feel like he had been tricked into Something.
"At any rate, we are going," he said abruptly. "I am still head of this family, and I think I have some idea of what would be good for it."
"May I be excused from the table," snarled Candy Tapper. "I have to get ready for the party, tonight. Probably be my last one for a good long time, too."
Her father nodded and she pushed herself away, giving Salome a quick, glaring glance as she walked out of the dining room. The nurse watched her go, then quickly gathered the baby up out of the high-chair.
"Think I'd better wash him up, too," she murmured. "Want to put him to bed before the guests arrive, Mrs. Tapper."
The woman nodded, vaguely and the nurse quickly walked out of the room. She noticed her husband's eyes following the gentle sway of Salome's buttocks as she moved away, and wasn't shocked to find her son's eyes on the same target when she glanced at him. She had been noticing that for quite some time.
She shook her head to herself, staring down into the plate of roast beef she suddenly did not feel like eating any longer. The cold, distance sensation she had of moving further away from her family every day was a little bit stronger.
Salome used the bathroom beside the girl's bedroom to attend to the baby. She had decided on that almost the moment she had moved in and had judged who would be giving her trouble in the family.
She liked to be as close to the girl as possible, without seeming so. They had to share the bathroom, now, as the rest of the family used the other three to prepare themselves for the party.
She was busily washing the little boy as Candy came in, wearing only her bathrobe. "God, a person never gets any privacy around here," she muttered angrily.
Salome thought the time was right. She turned on her heels and glared at the girl. "You listen to me, little bitch," she snapped. "I got my job to do, if you think you can do it better and faster and get me out of here quicker, you take over!"
The girl blinked, then grabbed the washcloth out of Salome's hand. "You bet your ass I could," she snarled, shoving it rudely at the baby. She felt the child's little penis brush her hand and she yelped.
She was gazing down into the water, her fingers curled around the little boy's cock then, unconsciously kneading the tiny shaft. For several seconds, she could not let go, but was nearly glued to the tiny organ, it seemed.
"Yeah, play with it, little miss uptight," chuckled the tall, black nurse. "I know you've been watching me, I know what you want, too, so keep out of my way, honey, or else your secrets will be revealed!"
The girl gazed at her in shock, dropping the washcloth and the child's shaft and racing from the bathroom in near tears. Salome glanced after her, chuckling softly with delight. She'd made her point, the little bitch would keep away from her then. At least for a little while. And she had other things to say, when she got nasty again.
She returned to washing the baby, laughing softly to herself at the memory of the little event that had taken place just a couple of weeks ago. It had done a lot for her self-confidence, and more than that, added some points to her score board, the way she saw it.
Little miss bitch didn't know it, but Salome was well aware that she was not a virgin any longer. At least not in one way. Her little cunt might still be tight, Salome knew, but her trim little bottom wasn't any more. Her buddy Coal had taken care of that.
Coal was a tall, black buck who owed her a few favors. She knew him from college, and more than that, knew that he was dealing dope, these days, to the kids in the expensive high schools in the city.
It didn't take much to convince him that Candy was hot for his dope, and equally as attracted to what he might have in his pants. The only warning she gave the black man, was to leave the girl's pussy alone. She had other plans for that.
A girl friend had come over with Coal. Her name was Lisa Morrison, and she was a prize slut, as Salome had heard it. Everyone was gone for the afternoon, and the nurse was supposed to be out, too. But Salome had a little spot in the big apartment she picked out for hiding and she was able to see most of what went on without anyone observing her.
Coal didn't waste much time. He got both girls very high, very quickly, and pretty soon was goading them to strip down naked with him. "Come on, don't you like black folks," he taunted. "Or are you two girls too prissy and prudish to feel the beauty of nakedness?"
Naturally, Lisa didn't need much more than that. She slithered out of her halter top and shorts as quickly as he had spoken and turned to Candy, a look of superiority in her eyes.
Salome had known the bitch couldn't take that. With the dark, muscular black man and the short, skinny blonde looking on, she allowed the grass she had smoked to take hold of her.
"All right, you creeps," she snarled. "I'll show you!"
She put a record on the stereo, a loud, lush fifties song with a harsh, driving beat. She began to rock and sway in front of the other two, smiling at them in what she hoped was a sexy fashion.
"Now you got the idea, baby," cackled Coal as he saw the girl's fingers reaching for the buttons to her blouse. "Yeah, strip, momma, strip down, good!"
The sixteen-year-old girl, frightened but determined, ran her fingers over the buttons, plucking them free. She did a short, quick twirl on the balls of her feet and the blouse flew open and down her shoulders as she completed the turn.
She gasped herself, as her breasts were revealed to the other two. The mounds were small, still blossoming, and the nipples two tiny pink pebbles on the creamy background of her globes.
Coal laughed and stomped his feet, handing another huge, long cigarette to Lisa, who aside from her loose reputation, also had one for passing out on grass very quickly. She puffed wildly on the big cigarette, sucking as much smoke into her lungs as she possibly could get.
Coal watched intently, nodding his head as Candy got over her nervousness. The grass had hit her pretty hard and her mind was growing foggy as its effects grew more powerful and intense.
"Come on, baby, get them jeans off," hissed Coal, his hand idly stroking the big, long spear that was expanding between his legs. "Let me see more, momma, more!"
Nervously, Candy fiddled with the belt and zipper to her jeans, pushing them down over her hips and thighs, once they were free. She stepped out of them, the black man gazing at her with rather blazing eyes by this time.
"Jesus, honey, don't stop there," he laughed. "Let me see the rest of it!"
Candy glanced at Lisa, and a sudden chill washed through her belly. The girl was on her side, her eyes glassy and distant, obviously in a thick, foggy stupor.
"I... I don't want to," Candy stammered, reaching down for her blouse, then.
"I've... I've had enough of this game, you'd better go!"
Coal stood up and caught her wrist, pulling her to an upright position again. "Shit, baby, you can't do things halfway," he chuckled, reaching out and pinching one of her tiny nipples between a thumb and forefinger, then.
"Stop it, don't," gasped the girl, wincing as the pain of his caress shot through her tender boob. "Are you crazy? Don't you dare touch me!"
The black man's shaft was thick and full by this time, rising up and out of the darkness of his groin and pointing high into the air. He curled his arm around the girl's waist and pulled her to him suddenly, mashing the shaft hard against her belly.
"Shit, bitch, we're just starting," the black man growled. His mouth bent into hers and she began to scream. "I want a taste of you, baby, and I'm gonna get it!"
She pulled her head away and slapped at him, wildly. He laughed, grinding his belly and his throbbing cock against her belly. "Ohh, you the kind, likes to fight, huh?"
As Salome watched intently, his free hand slithered down over the girl's spine and took hold of her panties. He curled his fingers into the fabric of the garment and ripped it away from her body, savagely.
"Ohh, God, you're.... you're crazy," she hissed, shivering and twisting against him as she felt his hand roaming over her bottom and his groin mashed hard against her naked loins.
"Yeah, baby, crazy for a little white pussy, I sure am," Coal laughed harshly.
He cocked his fist then and slammed it hard into the girl's right temple. She moaned, and slipped to her knees, bowing over and across them, as she was dazed for a few seconds by the blow.
He pushed her back on the floor and fell across her body, his hands greedily exploring her soft, warm flesh, then. She groaned, shivering at the contact of his dry, greedy fingers and shuddered as his mouth came down over hers.
"You wanted to try some dope, baby," he cackled thickly. "Well, you gonna get a lot more than that, this afternoon!"
Salome watched from her hiding place in a portion of the hall closet, as the black man began to kiss the girl, savagely. His lips roamed over her soft, innocent petals with a fierce greed, his big, wide tongue trying to pry her teeth apart.
"Man, bitch, don't give me a hard time, I'm warning you," he snarled. "I'll fuck you so bad you won't be able to walk for a week!"
With that remark, he thrust two fingers against her tight, young pussy and the girl screamed in terror. "Ohh, God, no, no, I'm still a virgin," she sobbed, trying desperately to roll away. "For God's sake, I haven't had anyone inside me, yet!"
The big black man jammed his tongue into her mouth as she spoke and took hold of one breast in his hand. His huge, dark paw enveloped the small, alabaster sphere completely and the girl sobbed as he massaged her captured globe.
"Man, you got sweet little tits, baby," he cackled softly, pinching her nipple between his fingers once again. "I just bet the rest of you is as tight as your boobs, ain't they, honey?"
She groaned, feeling the man's fingers riding down over her belly once again and thrusting, suddenly between her thighs. She gasped as she felt the thick, long spears toying with the lips that guarded her virginal chamber, rubbing them back and forth in a teasing fashion.
Dampness began to seep from her cave and she shivered as the lingers roamed her cunt, freely. She started to twist and turn on the floor beneath him, panic and fear taking hold of her, then.
"Let me up, let me go," she wailed, thrashing under the big black man and nipping with terror at the mouth that covered hers. "Let me go, God damn you!"
He shouted with pain as she sank her teeth into his lower Up. Savagely he crushed her breast beneath one hand and banged her on the side of the head, again with his other.
"Fucking little white bitch, stop fighting me," he snarled. "I want some pussy, bitch and you're giving it to me! Any more trouble and you gonna regret it!"
Candy was crying wildly, then, shivering and jerking spasmodically as she shook her head against the deep pile of the carpet. "But I'm... I'm still a virgin," she groaned. "I'm a virgin, I am, I am!"
Angrily, Coal thrust a finger deep inside of her, then. She screamed as the thick, stabbing digit drove hard into her virginal wall and the pain shot through her like a burning knife thrust inside of her cave.
He wiggled his finger back and forth and laughed, harshly. "Jesus, you are still cherry," he cackled, "Well, bitch, I guess I wouldn't want to steal that from you, even if you is a white whore!"
"Don't... don't hurt me, please, I'll... I'll do anything," she moaned, her eyes wide with fear, yet moist with something more than that, by now.
"You will huh?" the black man chuckled, his finger now casually twisting and turning in the girl's cunt, even as his other hand was once more massaging her tiny, round breast.
Coal could sense the girl growing more accustomed to his caress, for the dampness and heat were pulsating inside of her then, and her tiny, short gasps were less painful and frightened, as he continued his leisurely attack.
His mouth moved over hers once more and he kissed with less urgency, but still the same degree of hunger. "You want to make me happy, baby, and still keep your cherry?" he chuckled. "Is that what you're telling me?"
The girl groaned, her mind and body at war, as Salome knew they would be. She had her eyes shut tight and a great part of her, was obviously responding intensely to the black man's actions, at this point.
She sighed, feeling the caress of his finger inside her cunt completely enticing and his thumb brushing across her clit, quite pleasing. She shuddered, unable to keep from returning his kiss, her own sweet, pink tongue crashing into his, greedily.
His mouth roamed over hers brutally, but he was not trying to hurt her as much as before. He was rolling her off her back, now, onto her side, and she shivered as she felt his greedy lips begin to slip down from her mouth to her throat.
"Well, bitch, I suppose I can find another way to satisfy my needs," the black man chuckled. "I guess we can work something out."
She shuddered at the words, even as the hot, powerful sensations of excitement were building up in her loins. She felt his hand slipping from her breasts as his mouth neared them, rolling over her hips and slithering down over her soft, tight buttocks.
She felt his fingers kneading her bottom, then, digging in deep and massaging the spongy flesh of her tight half moons with a growing insistence and demand. She shuddered as she felt the squeezing digits digging deeper into her flesh.
"Man, you got a sweet little set of buns here, baby," he laughed quietly. "I bet you just as tight as a drum inside, ain't you?"
His fingers slowly slid between her soft, warm mound, then and she gasped as she felt one thick, hard digit poking at the moist, tight dot of her anal entrance. She groaned as the finger continued to probe, trying to wedge itself inside her damp, narrow corridor.
His mouth had slipped over her breasts by this time and he had completely gathered one-soft, spongy globe inside. She winced as she felt his teeth digging into her precious sphere, hungrily chewing on her flesh as he lathered the trapped globe with his tongue.
"Ohh, God, stop it, ohhh, no, please," the girl groaned, and Salome was delighted to hear the weakness in her protest.
She watched as Coal now pushed his finger at her rectum more insistently, determined to force it inside the tiny chamber. The girl's face was a contorted mixture of pain and pleasure then, and her small, lithe frame was quivering with both the ecstasy and agony she was experiencing.
As Coal sucked on her trapped boob, flicking his tongue wickedly at her nipple, his finger forced the dampness of her taut bum entrance to widen a bit. The girl winced as he shoved the finger into her, twisting it deeper along her trim, narrow channel.
"That's it, bitch, loosen up," he chuckled. "You gonna have to get a lot wider if you're gonna take care of me!"
He grunted as he pushed his finger further into her bum, burying it almost to the hilt in her tender pit. He flicked it back and forth against the moist, warm walls of her bum, each movement of the digit giving the girl a curious mixture of throbbing pain and tingling delight.
His free hand was massaging her cunt sensuously, then, riding two finger up and down along her cunt lips, and plucking at the sweet, moist petals, teasingly. She rocked spasmodically as he caressed her, her body receiving sensations from half a dozen different spots.
"Take hold of my dick, bitch," he hissed, thrusting himself tighter against the girl's body. "Come on, baby, give my prick a little attention and stroking!"
The girl moaned, moving her hand about behind her until she felt the throbbing thickness of his rod. She gasped and pulled her fingers away in shock, then hesitantly curled the soft, tiny spears around his powerful, huge shaft.
He groaned in delight as she squeezed his meat in her little hand. He shuddered wildly, jerking about behind her and nodding, his mouth crushing against her boobs once more in response.
Savagely, he thrust his finger back and forth along her anal track. She sobbed as the wave of pain engulfed her, and her tiny anal tunnel was forced to quickly expand to twice its normal width.
The driving attack of his finger was painful and severe and the girl shuddered and moaned loudly as the man pumped it in and out of her bum. She gasped tightly as he twirled the digit around inside of her, his cock beginning to throb savagely in her hand.
"Ahh, yeah, that's it, bitch, pull on that dick," he groaned, his voice full of the pleasure and lust he was experiencing. "Ummm, baby, yeah, you getting me good and ready for that asshole of yours!
To her eyes, Salome thought the girl hardly knew what was happening to her. She saw Candy jerking and twisting on the rug, bucking under the impact of the finger driving along her anal passage, but she could not be certain that the sixteen-year-old had any real idea of what was happening to her.
Coal, however, was in complete control. He roared his finger in and out of her asshole ruthlessly, now, and laughed as he tweaked her cunt lips between the fingers of his other hand..
His cock was raging in the girl's tiny, tight fist, and she squeezed it spasmodically, opening and closing her fingers around the throbbing prong. He was moaning softly, clearly reaching a point of extreme tension in his loins, and even Salome felt her flesh quickening with excitement. "How you like-it, little baby?" he cackled, his voice thick and husky with greed. "How you like all this, little white bitch?"
She mumbled something, but it was impossible to understand and the big black man merely laughed, harshly and began to pushed her over on her belly. Salome watched as the girl rolled over, her face pressed tightly to the rug.
"Man, I can't wait to get this dick inside of you, bitch," the black man laughed. "My prick is just dying for that hole of yours, baby!" He pulled his finger suddenly from her bum, then, and Salome leaned forward, locking her eyes fiercely on the scene in front of her. Beneath the man who was adjusting his position behind her, little Candy Tapper trembled with anticipation.
"Don't... don't hurt," she moaned. "Please, please, don't hurt!"
"Shut up, bitch and lay still," snapped the black man. "You gonna love this fucking, I promise you!"
He locked his fingers deep into the taut flesh of her tiny buttocks and pulled them apart. The girl sobbed as she felt him pressing his huge shaft between them, inching the throbbing tip of it forward against her damp, quivering dot.
"Now just relax, bitch, let yourself go," he cautioned her. "I'm gonna take my time, unless you fuck with me, then I'll give it to you mean and nasty."
Salome watched, a grim smile on her face as the girl grew tense with fear. That was the worst thing she could do, of course, and since her rectal muscles were drawn closed, it made the going all that much more difficult for the black man.
He hissed at her, shoving forward and pushing the huge, fat knob of his helmet into her damp, hot tunnel. He grunted with the effort, moaning a little louder and pushed his prick into her a little deeper.
The look on the girl's face was agonized as the black man forced his cock deeper into her anal channel. She sobbed, shuddering uncontrollably and he laughed, thrusting hard against her tiny pit.
Her scream of pain filled the air as Coal drove his cock savagely into her bum. He groaned with pleasure, rocking and turning while he buried the weapon to the hilt in her tender, rectal passage.
"Ahh, that's nice, bitch," he cackled. "You got a nice tight hole, all right! Feels just as snug as can be, baby!"
"Hurry, ohhh, God, hurry, it hurts," she moaned, thrashing about beneath him, wildly, then. "Jesus.... I can't... I can't!"
Coal twisted and turned a bit as he withdrew from her, his lips pressed greedily against the moist flesh of her shoulders. "Sure you can, baby, you know you can," he cooed, lovingly. "All you got to do is relax, you know you love it, bitch!"
He rode his prick into her again, and her gasp of pain was drawn and tight. She sobbed as he bucked ruthlessly into her bum, chuckling as the throbbing weapon sank further and further into her hole.
Now he began to pump his tool in and out of her in harsh, rhythmic attack. She sobbed and shivered, jerking spasmodically as the cock tore into her channel. Each stroke that he took was more savage and ruthless than the last, and after a few seconds, she was thrashing wildly and uncontrollably beneath the plunging weapon.
The black man seemed to enjoy this, for he picked up the rhythm and pace of his attack in direct response to her spasms and tremors of pain. Harder and faster he powered his huge, black weapon into her tender bum, twisting and turning with a cruel, ruthless passion as he buried himself inside of her.
Harder, now, he slammed his cock into her bum. Salome could see the huge, thick spear disappearing into the depths of the girl's channel and she gulped at the idea of the pain Candy must be suffering.
Again and again the black man rammed his meat into the girl. His hips rose and felt, his groin crushed hard onto her bottom, and her face drew into a horrible mask of pain as his savage assault grew to an intensity she could not believe.
"Ahh, baby, this is good, fucking your asshole is so good," moaned the black man, his voice nearly breathless with excitement. "Yeah, baby, good ass, nice hot tight pit, yeah, fucking good!"
His rhythm and pace had all but disappeared by now, replaced only by the frenzied lust which was consuming him. He slammed into her savagely, rocking from side to side, nearly laughing with an insane delight as he took the girl's poor, defenseless bum.
His cock was swollen to nearly twice its size by this time, a huge, pounding rod that seemed on fire in the poor girl's asshole. Each stroke was like a vicious, fleshy razor tearing into her ass and she sobbed, groaning breathlessly as the man roared toward the climax he sought.
"Gonna come, bitch, gonna come in your asshole," he groaned, thickly. "Ahh, Jesus, sweet baby, gonna feel good, coming in you, now!"
Again he powered his meat into her, but from the strain on his face and the way his body began to jerk, Salome could sense he had achieved his orgasm. He bucked savagely, driving his cock to the hilt in the girl's tight, warm pit, the hot come pouring from his" rod.
The steaming spurts of boiling fluid splashed inside of her anal channel and Candy could feel his shaft quaking against her inner walls as the climax tore through his pulsating loins.
He moaned, swaying on top of her, grinding the bursting weapon deep in her bum. He lay over the smooth, gentle curve of her buttocks, shivering with delight, allowing the bliss of his orgasm to consume him completely.
His body quaked a number of times and it seemed like quite awhile before he moaned and pushed himself away from the ravaged girl's torn and bleeding bum. He laughed, and then stood up with a grunt.
"That was some nice butt fucking, baby," he chuckled, reaching down and picked up her panties, which he used to clean his still erect tool. "I'll remember you, the next time I want a sweet hole to bang."
With that, he nudged Lisa awake and drew her out of the room and the apartment before she was aware enough to see what had happened. Salome had not gone to the girl's assistance, nor mentioned the event at all, of course. But she had filed it away, with the rest of her triumphs, one more successful piece placed correctly in the puzzle she was putting together for herself with this family.
CHAPTER FOUR
The party was alive with the whirling mass of people she despised. She glanced around at them, a look on her face of complete control that hid her hatred and contempt. Thankfully, she was not required to do anything more than see to the guests comfort.
She would not have consented to even that, had it not been for the plan. But she could compromise with her own values to a certain degree. If it suited her purpose, she thought, grimly, she would have wiped their asses for them.
But she merely had to look stunning, as she did, and guide the guests to the food, the booze, and themselves. The party was being held for the girl, though it was a little early for a coming out party, she thought.
Candy did look beautiful, and she could gaze at the girl, with a little amusement and approval, drinking in the innocence she had already helped to betray a little. It was nice to watch the bitch maneuver about the floor, knowing that soon she would be nicely corrupt and completely under her command.
I wonder how her asshole feels, Salome thought with an inner chuckle. I'd like to give her a little pat on the bottom and see how she reacts.
The girl drifted by, both of them exchanging glances that could have meant total dislike or disinterest. Salome nodded to herself, drinking in the creamy white tops of the girl's breasts, revealed by the naked shoulder design of the gown, then the enticing sway of her buttocks as she walked away.
Beyond her, was her mother, and the nurse stared at the women intently, trying to read her mind from the look in her vacant eyes. Mother and daughter greeted each other almost formally, and neither seemed to desire more than the offered cheek the woman gave the girl to peck.
Salome turned away shaking her head. She reflected that if she saw any more fuck-ups with these people, she was going to just quit worrying about anything. They were turning out to be easier to maneuver than she had ever dreamed they might be. , She walked into the kitchen and nearly bumped into Bert Tapper who was talking to a tall, handsome black man. She recognized him at once, as Elgin Downey and she shook her head, slightly as the two men turned to her.
"This is our nurse, Doctor Downey," Bert said, grinning broadly. "But I'm getting to believe she's a great deal more than that to the family."
Elgin extended his hand and Salome took it, feeling the slight bit of pressure he put on her palm as they shook, gently. "I am charmed to meet you," he said, finally, giving Salome a chance to breathe a bit easier.
"She's a beauty, isn't she, Doctor," laughed Bert, obviously a little drunk and weaving slightly under the effects of the liquor he had consumed. "I swear, she's about the prettiest little thing I've ever employed."
The tenor of his joke and its whisper of meaning were not lost on Elgin, whose eyes almost narrowed for a moment. "I am sure she is good at her job," he said, pointedly.
"Can I get you another drink, Doctor Downey," Salome said, her voice smooth and unruffled.
"How about that, eh, Doctor?" chuckled Bert, slipping his arm around Salome's shoulder. "Can't ask for better service than that, can you?"
Discreetly, the black woman slipped beneath the man's arm and took Elgin's glass from his hand. She quickly moved into the bar and had the bartender fill it, making it as strong as possible.
Having Elgin at the party was unsettling, to say the least, and if she had to confront him, she wanted it to be on a level of ground that she commanded. Since she rarely drank herself, dealing with someone a little under the influence would give her the needed edge.
By the time she returned to the kitchen, Elgin was by himself, leaning against the side of the sink, his arms folded in front of him. He watched the door intently, yet did not move when she entered at last.
"You seem to be doing well," he murmured, taking the glass from her hand.
"How have you been, Elgin?" she said, trying to sound warmer toward him than she was feeling. Somehow, it was as if he was there deliberately to fuck with her.
He shrugged. "I'm alive," he sighed. "I've missed you," he added, after a few thick and heavy moments of silence passed between them.
"Oh, Elgin," she moaned. "Come on, now, it's all in the past, let's leave it there, shall we?"
"I find that hard to do, Salome," he whispered thickly. "Almost impossible."
She smiled thinly. "Then you will have to try harder, my love," she said, evenly. "For I have succeeded quite well, I assure you."
She turned to go and he caught her arm. "What are you doing here?" he snarled. "What kind of life is this for a woman of your talents, playing nanny to white folks brats?"
"It's a good living that will get better," she snarled. "I didn't ask for your permission, Elgin, I didn't think I needed it."
"You could be doing great things," he nearly sobbed. "You could be helping our people. Yet, here you are, sucking up to the honky!"
Their whispers were thick and intense and she shook her head to quiet him. "Now listen to me, Elgin," she hissed cruelly. "Don't fuck this up on me, I mean it."
He smiled thinly. He sighed once more and leaned back against the sink again. "Why should I," he said, grimly. "I'm here asking for his money too, I don't dare mess with his kid's nurse, do I?" "What kind of money are you looking for?" she asked, trying to keep the interest even and controlled in her voice.
Elgin laughed, bitterly. "I got a little clinic I want to set up, nothing special, just something I'd like to do," he explained. "Only there ain't much money for nigger clinics these days."
She nodded. "You keep out of my life, Elgin," she said, coolly, "and you'll have the money, I promise you."
He stared at her, a thin, painful smile coming across his lips. "You found the sweet ride, is that it?" he spat, sourly. "You gonna take this family down that road you were planning, huh?"
She nodded slowly. "And everybody can be happy, if you just keep your nose out of it," she whispered harshly. "Forget about us, forget about me, Elgin. Think about the clinic."
With that, she turned away from him and returned to the main living room of the huge apartment. She did not look back, she did not have to, for the aching in her heart that she couldn't quite ignore, told her that his eyes followed her all the way.
The party went on until nearly two in the morning. Though it was quite later than fashionable, the Tapper's put on a good spread, it was said, and people usually stayed longer at their affairs.
As usual, Bert Tapper got drunk quick and early, and spent the better part of the evening lurching around the room, trying to flirt with the women guests. His wife remained stone-faced for most of the evening, while his daughter tried to keep him from drinking, without success.
Naturally, Salome did nothing to interfere with any of it. It was not her business in any case, and she would not have done anything, anyway. She liked it when the man made a fool out of himself. It was a sort of delicious revenge to watch, and it made her eventual comforting of him, later on, all the more important to him.
By two, however, he was barely able to stand, leaning heavily on one side of the door, while his daughter stood on the other, bidding the last of the guests goodnight. Salome busied herself with getting the few guests too dead drunk or too stubborn to leave on their own, to the door.
She was rather surprised to find Elgin still there. He was leaning against the kitchen sink again, this time, however for a lot more support than earlier. His grin was crooked and forced when she entered the room.
"I want a goodnight kiss, baby," he said, his words tumbling over one another as she approached him.
"For God's sake, Elgin, straighten up," she hissed at him. "You're gonna mess up everything, like this!"
"I said a kiss, bitch," he snarled, hooking his arm around her neck and pulling her to him. "You're not getting rid of me without at least that!"
The sour, reeking scent of gin was on his breath and she felt her stomach churning as he pulled her to him. But she did not try and struggle and when their lips met, it was suddenly as if he wasn't drunk at all.
He kissed her warmly, tenderly, with no trace of brutality or awkwardness. She felt herself responding to. the kiss, in spite of herself, and for several moments they stood there, locked in an intense and powerful embrace.
At last he pushed her away from him. "You still ain't lost it," he said, weakly. Then he gulped and made himself amazingly dignified, considering how he had appeared just moments before. "And you never will, either," he added grimly.
He walked to the kitchen door and pushed it open, then turned and grinned at her, his drunken eyes blazing wildly. "You'll never be able to escape your own emptiness, Salome," he said, coldly. "That kiss told me that."
Then he turned and was gone, leaving her alone with the sounds of the kitchen swirling around her like screaming voices. She stood there for several seconds, listening for his goodnight to Tapper and his daughter, then when she heard it, she entered the living room again.
She saw Candy slipping into the hallway as she entered, and she paused for a moment, wanting to wait until she could be alone with Bert. When she heard the door of the girl's bedroom closing quietly, she went up to the man.
It was quite obvious that he was drunk, but to her expert eye, he was not all that stoned, but rather playing at being drunker than he was. He turned as she approached, leering at her almost obscenely.
"Well, how'd you like the party, baby," he smirked, waving the glass he was holding in his hand. "Having fun, are you?"
"Most certainly, Mister Tapper," she replied, demurely.
He laughed in an abrupt fashion. I'll bet you did, I'll bet you just did," he hissed. "See enough, did you? See all the white folks making fools of themselves?"
She gazed at him coldly.
She had to answer, yet her reply had to be very, very careful and correct. To answer in anger or bitterness, to allow too much contempt would be merely giving him more ammunition to fire at her. At the same time, to deny her contempt, to act as if she blithely accepted it all, would be treating him like a fool, just as dangerous a course of action.
In the end, the response had to be firm and self-confident, without being disrespectful. Fortunately, she had had a lot of practice in that. She had, in fact, studied responding in such a manner for years.
"All people make fools of themselves now and then, Mister Tapper," she said, evenly. "Some people so much more than others. I do not bother myself with people who are fools all the time."
He gazed at her, the thin, bloodless smile on his lips and shook his head. "Jesus, you are something," he sighed at last. "You could talk him out of his money, then make him feel bad that he didn't give you his wallet in the bargain."
She laughed easily at that, pointing to the bar. "Mind if I have one with you," she said, quietly. "I could use a nightcap before turning in.
He nodded, pouring her a glass of wine and adding a couple of ice cubes to it. "To your health and future, Salome," he said, coolly. "I am sure they will both be bright and successful."
"One hopes," she purred in return. "One hopes."
He pointed to the large, comfortable divan in die center of the living room and she followed his lead, sitting down on one end of it. He sat down in the near middle, not quite next to her, but a few inches away.
She was a little intrigued as to why he was not being more aggressive. He often became more sexual when drinking, indeed, some of his most lusty periods with her, had come with drink. So his rather reserved attitude this evening was a bit strange.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, he merely smiling and sipping his wine, she nodding at him now and then, trying to keep her sense of nervousness and anticipation under guarded control.
"You like it here with us, Salome?" he said at last, almost blurting out his question.
"Of course, Mister Tapper," she replied quickly. "I would not stay if I did not. I am happy here."
"What do you think of us?" he asked, evenly. He had turned to face her now, his eyes dark and narrowed with intent.
Carefully, she placed her glass of wine on the table in front of them, "I could answer that with the same question, Mister Tapper," she nearly hissed.
He chuckled softly. "You've had a hard life, haven't you?" he whispered. "You've had to fight for everything you've gotten, right?"
She nodded slowly. "But I don't complain about it, and I don't expect the world owes me a living because of it, either. I'll work for what I get."
"You'll do whatever it takes?"
"Whatever it takes," she echoed. She wasn't hiding her hardness, then, wasn't trying to pretend she was soft and weak inside.
"You make me very happy, you know," he whispered, his voice even lower now, nearly trembling with a surging emotion. "You can't know how happy you make me."
"I am glad of that," she replied, honestly. "It is exactly what I want to do."
He groaned, putting his glass down on the table with a trembling hand that nearly spilled the contents, though it was hardly a third full. He reached out for her and she came to him, falling almost into his tight, anxious embrace.
Their mouths met, his rather wet and sloppy, hers nearly dry, but warm and soft, nonetheless. She felt his hungry kiss moving greedily over her delicate, pliant petals and his hand braced tightly at the base of her spine.
"God, you don't know what you do for me," he moaned, his tongue lashing against her teeth, trying desperately to pry the even, white pearls apart.
She shivered as she felt the tongue slithering back and forth, and she parted her teeth, then, allowing him access to her mouth. He drove his hungry arrow at hers and greedily entwined the two darts together.
She had one of her hands on his arm, and she dropped . it now, to his lap, cupping it lightly over his crotch. He moaned a little louder, shivering with an involuntary response to the contact.
She felt his free hand cupping over her breasts, squeezing them hungrily through the gown she was wearing. It was a demure outfit, coming from her neck to well below her knees, very proper and almost drab.
She was not wearing a bra, however, and Bert Tapper moaned with need as he felt the spongy softness of her breasts beneath the material of the gown. He kneaded and massaged them, shivering once more as she closed her hand a little tighter around the bulge that was growing beneath it.
He pushed her back against the corner of the divan, dropping his other hand to her knee. "Ahh, baby, Salome, what a little temptress you are, he chuckled thickly. What a delicious little temptress, indeed!"
She felt his fingers moving back and forth along the length of her thigh, in no hurry now, content to take their time and enjoy themselves. She shuddered slightly as his mouth continued its kiss, once again, less hurried and impatient.
Her fingers toyed with the buttons to his shirt, pulling them free as he rode his hand over her lovely limb and squeezed her breasts, more intently, then. She shivered, feeling him slipping the hand down to her knee and beneath the hem of her dress.
"I feel quite nice, myself, Mister Tapper," she cooed, lovingly. The warmth was spreading through her now, dull and plodding, but still shimmering at the edges of her sensations.
She pulled lazily on the zipper to his trousers, taking her time unbuckling His belt and unfastening the button that held the pants shut. The man groaned thickly as she slipped her hand inside, digging around his shorts until she found the thick, hard tool she was seeking.
An instant, spasmodic tremor rode through his flesh as she curled her lovely digits around his manhood and held it firmly in her grasp. Almost at once, it expanded to twice its size and his erection became fuller and more firm.
"God, Jesus, that's good," he muttered, leaning away from her and sighing as if he could not bare to be too close in that moment. "Ahh, Salome, only you can do it, baby, only you!"
She was laughing softly as she pulled his shaft from the confinement of his trousers and held it balanced in her palm. She opened and closed her fingers rhythmically around the rod, squeezing it to even fuller size and power.
Hungrily, he rode his hand down her back, taking her zipper with it. She felt her gown parting, falling away from her breasts, which trembled then, enticingly with their sudden freedom.
The nipples were already hard and throbbing, two dark nubs, thick and luscious, against the even darker background of her globes. He stared at them with greed for a moment, just gazing at their full, lush beauty.
Eagerly, his hand clasped over one soft, pliant sphere and he kneaded it, driving the hard nipple into the flesh of his palm. She moaned quietly and leaned into him, mashing her breast hard against his clutching hand.
Beneath her gown, his fingers were crawling steadily up along her inner thigh, thrilling to the dampness and textured warmth of her precious limb. He slithered the seeking spears to the apex of her legs and she jerked spasmodically as she felt them caressing her mound through her panties.
But for their heavy breathing, the house was still, everyone now asleep and unknowing of their growing passion. In the past, she might have been concerned at their boldness, but it did not matter, then, for she was certain that they would not be disturbed.
Riding her fingers over his cock, she squeezed the heavy, warm tool tightly in her fist. She could feel the surging of his blood in the shaft, a constant, pulsating warmth that grew stronger with every massage she gave him.
He was shuddering almost rhythmically as she pumped her lovely spears along the length of his manhood. He felt her thumbnail slicing through the surface of his tool and he groaned, shivering with the pleasure he felt baking in his loins.
"That's it, Salome, Jesus, that's it," he gasped, his voice as thick as oil, then, harsh and raspy to her ears. "Ohh, baby, more, yeah, more of that, yeah!"
Salome closed her eyes and sighed as she felt the man's fingers pulling on her panties, trying anxiously to get them from her hips. She pushed him away, gently and stood, slithering the unwanted garment quickly down over her legs and feet.
His moan of wanting was intense as she sat back down on the divan, drawing her dress up around her hips and parted her long, lovely legs to give him access to her damp, fevered loins. He dropped his hand to her cunt once more, cupping his palm over it, and he moaned as his flesh thrilled to the warmth of hers.
"Ummm, that's nice, Mister Tapper," the beautiful black woman groaned. "Ooo, there, that's it, yes, right there, please!"
As his fingers kneaded and caressed her hot, damp hillock, she quickly took hold of his cock once more. She could feel it pounding with fevered blood, now, engorged to its fullest thickness, throbbing with the passion he was experiencing.
She rode her fingers briskly over the tool, now, twisting and turning them against his flesh, digging the nails into his meat as she went along. Each stroke seemed to make the man tremble with pleasure and need, and the thick, hard head of his prick beat steadily against her soft, tapping thumb.
Salome wrapped her hand around the back of his head and pulled him toward her bosom. "Ohh, kiss them, please, Mister Tapper," she moaned softly. "Kiss my breasts, I need it so badly, please!"
His mouth was eager as it covered her mounds, mashing his face hungrily against them. She felt his teeth gnawing at the flesh and she gasped as his tongue lashed at her taut, thick nipples.
The electric warmth was spreading rapidly through her flesh, and the dull, throbbing ache of desire was growing steadily inside of her loins. She jerked involuntarily as he rode the tips of his fingers over her cunt lips, toying and pinching them in a teasing manner.
"You're so hot and wet, all the time," he moaned quietly, pressing his lips cruelly to her breasts and kissing them savagely. "So God damn slippery and warm!"
She laughed, nodding her head and holding his to her chest with eager hunger. Her fingers pumped rapidly up and down on his cock, then, and she shuddered violently as she felt him slithering two of his own digits into her tight, warm tunnel.
As he ran the prongs to the depths of her pussy, she jerked and shuddered again, with uncontrollable delight. She felt the thick knob of his thumb against her clit, and sighed as he rubbed the tight, juicy nugget determinedly.
Inside her hot, wet cunt, his fingers were kneading and massaging her inner flesh, leisurely riding back and forth along the taut, narrow passage, sending the shimmering waves of pleasure racing through her loins.
She cupped his balls with her free hand, then and squeezed them tightly, making him nearly scream with delight. The hot, hairy bag was drawn tight, the flesh quaking as she held it in her fist, churning with the hot come swirling inside of it.
He caught one of her nipples between his teeth and she sobbed, the angry thrill tearing through her breast as he lashed the imprisoned nugget with his tongue. She shivered violently, twisting and turning out of control, with his fingers now pumping in and out of her cunt in a rhythmic manner.
Each stroke made the fires of her wanting burn higher in her loins. She felt the stiff, thick digits racing inside her cave, kneading and scraping against her undulating inner walls, stimulating her intensely.
"That is so wonderful, Mister Tapper," she moaned softly, her head rocking from left to right against her shoulders. "Ohh, yes, so warm and wonderful, indeed!"
His laughter was thick and strained and he moaned, too, as he felt her pumping action grow more intense on his cock, her actions more violent and fevered as she stroked his pounding meat. He lathered her nipple wildly with his tongue and sucked more of her breast into his mouth.
His prick was surging with need, a throbbing, savage tool that burned with passion. The huge prong pounded so fiercely that it nearly hurt him by this time, and each stroke she took forced his come to grow closer to the point of explosion in his balls.
The scent of their own lust tingled in their nostrils, then, thick and heady, a sweet, and overwhelming aroma. The enticing odor stimulated their passions, even as their bodies began to drip from the fevered sweat of their own wanting.
Again and again his fingers rode into her cunt. She shivered and rocked in rhythm with the plunging spears, locking her cunt walls and muscles firmly around them. She felt the thundering power of his attack consuming her, and the idea of his cock being deep inside of her became more and more thrilling to her.
She began to pull more urgently on his prick, then, pumping her hand faster and harder on his shaft. "Ohh, Mister Tapper, yes, in me, I need it, yes," she moaned. She was writhing under his attack now, her cunt on fire as his fingers plunged into her.
He was laughing, but not in triumph, for the sheer intensity of his pleasure and the way it was consuming him was evident in his voice. He groaned, twisting his fingers inside of her, rubbing his thumb savagely against her juicy clit.
The tiny button was as hard as a pebble and quivered under the impact of his caress. The stinging need was surging wildly in her cunt, and she nearly lost control of her muscles as his fingers attacked her damp, slippery flesh.
The fierce pounding of his tool in her fingers told her that he was as excited or even more so than she. He jerked and groaned, twisting and turning under her attack, his body on fire with greed by this time.
"Jesus, you sweet little bitch," he groaned fiercely. "Man, do I ever need you, do I ever need you, now!"
For the two of them, the passion had reached a new and feverish intensity that they had not expected. Their loins burned with greed, their flesh steaming with wanting. Their bodies were so slippery, now, that their flesh more slithered around each other, than made any firm contact.
She began to tug on his shaft, trying desperately to get him between her smooth, black thighs. She shivered, groaning as he quickly rolled over one lovely limb and settled down between them.
His cock pounded with exquisite agony, and he grunted thickly as he rose up and over her cunt, the head of his tool brushing against the lips of her cunt. He gasped, pulling his fingers from her pit and allowed her to guide his surging meat toward the quivering folds of flesh that guarded the entrance to her chamber.
She sobbed as she felt the hot, pounding head of his cock pushing between her love petals. Her cunt reacted at once, fluttering violently around the invading spear, eagerly attempting to draw it inside of her.
"Deep, ohh, God, go deep," she moaned, jerking spasmodically as he entered her. "Umm, yes, deeper, all the way, deeper, yes!"
He felt her pussy muscles expanding and contracting around his shaft, urging him along as he plunged the spear into her cave. He rocked from left to right, jerking with harsh, angry tremors, burying his prick to the hilt in her hot, lovely tunnel.
As he lay deep inside of her, he felt her walls and muscles undulating around him. He slipped his hands beneath the soft, yet firm alf moons of her buttocks, and pulled her loins tightly to his throbbing groin.
"Jesus, always so good and tight," he gasped, his voice broken with need. "Always so warm and snug, you sweet bitch!"
She laughed in a throaty voice and thrust her cunt hard to his loins. "Umm, fuck me, Mister Tapper," she giggled girlishly. "Yes, fuck me, hard, right now!"' The man shuddered, her words roaring in his ears with all the delicious promise she offered. He felt her cunt tight around his shaft as he pulled back out of her, and the powerful contractions of her pit sent throbbing waves of delicious agony racing through every inch of his pounding weapon.
"Ohh, baby, I'm going to fuck you," he grunted harshly. "I'm going to fuck you real good, Salome, real damn good, I promise!"
Her fingers locked over his shoulders and dug into his flesh through his shirt. She moaned as she felt him slithering his tool back into her once more, rocking from left to right as he buried the prick in the depths of her pussy again.
Now he began to ride the weapon in and out of her cunt in harsh, erratic thrusts. He tried to find a rhythm, but was too frenzied in his lust to do anything but drive in and out of her as hard and fast as possible.
She locked her inner thighs tightly against his legs and thrust herself up to meet the plunging shaft. Greedily she massaged his cock as it roared into her cave, kneading the long, thick spear as it slithered along inside of her.
Every part of her body was on fire with wanting, burning with more lust than she would have ever expected with this man. She could think of nothing but the cock sliding back and forth along the slippery walls of her tunnel, and the powerful, throbbing demand she felt as the flesh of his tool pounded against her inner core.
Harder and faster he drove into her, now, his groaning so thick, and muffled with passion, that it seemed to be one, long continual sigh of delight. He bucked back and forth, twisting and rocking against the snug sleeve of her pussy, thrilling to the way her muscles so expertly worked on his thundering manhood.
Their lust had almost reached a point of explosion by this time, and from the way her cunt was locking against the tool, drawing so fiercely tight around it, he could tell she was very near to a climax.
He gripped her sweaty buttocks tightly in his fingers and powered back and forth savagely, bringing her to the point of ecstasy as he rode into her. She sobbed, jerking with the impact of her release as it washed over her loins.
"Jesus, yes, coming, I'm coming, Mister Tapper, yes," she moaned, thrusting her damp, churning tunnel hard against his plunging tool. "Ohhh, it's so good, coming is so good, now!"
He could feel the pulsating warmth of her orgasm and the liquid pleasure of her relief and it drove his passion to its wildest and more fevered degree, forcing him to slam in and out of her uncontrollably.
"Ohh, yeah, ohhh, yeah, I'm going to come, yeah," he moaned, his voice weak and drained of nearly every bit of strength. "God, yes, going to come so good, you sweet, black bitch, so fucking good!"
She felt the tool ramming into her brutally and throbbing back and forth as the climax surged upward from his balls. Waves of thick, hot come spurted from his tool, splashing against her inner flesh with a searing delight.
They shuddered uncontrollably on the divan, him grinding his body into hers as their orgasms consumed them. The world seemed to spin around them, leaving them with only the sensual pleasure they were experiencing.
Again and again her loins rumbled with pleasure and his cock spurted come into her pit. He shuddered and gasped, unable to do anything by lay inside of her, then, emptying every bit of his passion and seed into her hot, tight channel.
She held him tightly, feeling the lingering tremors rippling through her loins, and the spasmodic shuddered quaking in his tool. Her eyes were shut tight in her pleasure and from the way he was nearly. crying with delight, she. could tell that his orgasm had been more powerful and intense for him than any of the rest.
As they lay there, trying hard to catch their breath, she knew she had brought him closer into her net, had once more drawn him tighter into her grasp. The summer was barely two weeks away, she was thinking, and she was now more certain than ever, that she could and would accomplish the task she had set for herself. By the time September arrived, she thought, they would be under her control.
CHAPTER FIVE
As she watched the girl swimming, she thought, absently of her father. She saw the smooth, clean line her even strokes made cutting through the waves, and she could not help but smile.
She was nearing her seventeenth birthday, and that was the day she had picked out for her next phase of the plan. It should be a glittering night, full of heady drink and even more powerful grass. The girl would be helpless.
Already the husband could not move without seeking her thoughts. In the short space of a month on the island, away from the familiar territory of New York, he had loosened up and relaxed, become more open to her subtle suggestions.
In direct contrast, or perhaps, more to the point, response, his wife had gotten colder and more withdrawn. There was no doubting that she knew what was happening, for whenever she did come closer to the rest of them, the bitterness and anger flashed in her eyes and trembled in her voice.
Salome knew that Jessica was aware of her loss of influence over her husband. It was all very subtle and guarded, but nonetheless, real and growing more defined. In a short time, he will listen to me, and me alone, the nurse thought.
So, as she watched the girl swimming, the two-pronged effort of her plan mingled with the memory she had of her step-father and she smiled broadly. First the seduction, then the degradation, she was thinking.
It was simple enough, she knew, to create loyalty and trust in the father. Even the older boy, was fairly easy. She had the father, completely, now, and the boy was hers for the asking. She had not had anything to do with Martin since that first time, but her avoidance of contact was so smooth and subtle, that he did not respond to it with anything but anticipation for the next time.
No, it was the girl that she had to concentrate on, now, as she always knew it would be. They had come to the point of open contempt, the girl not bothering to hide her emotions at all, while Salome dealt with her on a firm, cool level.
Often, when they were alone, the tension between them would quietly explode. "I know what you're up to, bitch," the girl had snarled once. "But you're not getting my father, I won't let you!"
"Why, do you want him for yourself," Salome had answered coolly. "Or is it I that you desire, little whore?"
The girl had tried to slap her, but Salome, her hands fast and strong from years of hospital training, caught her grip and held her wrist like a vice. "Don't try and cross me, Candy," she had whispered evenly. "I'll break you in tiny pieces."
The girl was afraid of her, and that, combined with her hatred, made her very vulnerable, Salome, knew. She would be easy, once the right events were set into motion, and the correct actions performed. All she had to do was wait.
The party was that evening, and as she watched Candy climb out of the surf, her tiny bikini plastered to her body, hugging the girlish curves deliciously, Salome felt the familiar surging in her loins. This one was going to be distinctly pleasant, she thought, with eagerness Her parents had given the girl permission to hold her own, private party on the beach, without any adults involved. Salome wouldn't have let her have a party with armed guards attending, knowing the girl and some of her friends, but she wasn't the child's parents, and in any case, the girl's wildness suited her purpose.
The girl dressed in a two-piece sailor suit for the evening. The square-cut blouse came to just beneath her braless breasts, and the shorts were tight to her crotch, baring every inch of her smooth, buttery thighs.
Her father cast an eye at her when she appeared from her bedroom in the outfit, and the flicker of interest Salome saw in them, made the nurse nod with a knowing smile of satisfaction and delight.
"You're going to have every boy on the island over here, wearing that," Mr. Tapper growled, good-naturedly.
"Ohh, Daddy," the girl giggled. "You always say such things. You make me embarrassed sometimes, I swear."
Her mother was not so light-hearted about the matter. "You just see you keep that outfit on, young lady," she said sternly. "I find any sand inside of it, I'm going ground you for the summer."
Salome stifled a laugh that rose in her throat, noticing the darting looks that the two female's exchanged. It wasn't hard to tell that the older woman was jealous of her daughter's youth and just blossoming beauty.
"Don't worry, Mother," the girl replied, stiffly. "I won't cause the family any scandal. I'd hate to upset your standing among your friends."
The frosty air between them was almost so thick, that you could see the clouds of ice. The girl and her mother stared at each other for a few more moments, then Candy picked up a small sweater and slipped it around her shoulders.
"I'm going to see to the arrangements," she said in a haughty, grownup fashion.
"I shall be at the beach house, if you need me."
Her mother watched her go, shaking her head, angrily. "Little bitch," she muttered under her breath.
"Yes, she is taking after you a little, isn't she, dear?" Bert Tapper said grimly.
"You should talk, you pig," his wife snarled in return. "She becomes this way, because no one cares to teach her how to act."
"I've done my best with her," Bert barked. "I can't help it if she loves money more than she does friendship or decency."
"Decency," Jessica laughed bitterly. "As if you have the right to talk about decency! That's a fine joke, all right, Bert. A real classic."
He slammed down the newspaper he was reading and got to his feet. "One of these days, my darling wife, you are going to push me too far."
"There is no such thing as too far with you, Bert," she replied, coolly. "I've learned that, after years of observing you."
Her husband had no comeback to that, and he turned and stomped angrily out of the room. Across the table, Salome and his wife exchanged pointed glances. The black nurse, wisely looking away first.
"You've done a good job so far, haven't you?" Jessica whispered coldly. "I am sure you are very proud of yourself."
Rising from the table, the tall, elegant woman shook her head. "I must see to little Billy," she said, ignoring the remark.
"One of these days, you're going to have to pay for- this," the woman hissed at her departing back. "I swear it, you'll pay, one of these days!"
After she had changed the boy and put him to bed, Salome allowed herself a long walk along the beach. She was smoking a marijuana cigarette, allowing herself the luxury of getting relaxed with the high.
Her head was clear, despite the numbing effect of the herb, and she was thinking, grimly, of the task ahead. From far off, she could hear the beginning of the party, and the high, tinkling laughter of teenagers made her think of all that she had to do.
Dusk was covering the land, and the sun a blazing ball over the ocean, and she gazed at it, calming herself completely, allowing all emotions to wash out of her. By the time the land and water were dark, she was ready.
The party lasted well into the night, she could hear them shouting and laughing for a long, long time, before the drink and the grass settled them down into a dull, listless state of near silence.
By midnight, about all she could hear from her position behind a large sand dune, was occasional muttering and laughter, and the quiet, melodic strains of a guitar being played, softly without any excitement.
Naturally, Candy had played the bitch and cock-tease all night long. Several boys had flocked around her, eager to take her off behind one of the dunes for a passionate session of love. But she refused them all, playing them against each other and enjoying completely, their attempts to catch her attention.
Salome had observed all of this, carefully noting the state the girl was in as each hour passed. She watched her for ah hour, after midnight, sitting in front of the glowing fire they had built on the sand, staring mournfully into the flames.
In a desperate attempt to gain attention, she at last rose and ran into the water, screaming and laughing, trying to get the others to join her. But, as children will, after .they have taken all they can take, they did not. They had enjoyed themselves at her party, art! now, since they really didn't care for her, they were bored by her.
Shivering with more than the chill of the night air, the girl hurried up to the small beach house used for shelter and changing clothes, and Salome followed her.
She peered through a small window for a moment, as she watched the girl lighting a fire in the fire place, then she clicked open the door and stepped inside, just as Candy was about to take off her soaked blouse. "What the hell do you want?" the girl snarled, weaving as she faced the tall, calm woman in front of her. "Get out of here and leave me alone!"
"Now, you know you don't want me to do that," Salome chuckled softly, slowly making her way over to where the girl was standing. "You know you don't want that at all, do you, Candy?"
"I'm about to get undressed," the girl hissed. "I don't like to do that in public, you know."
"You didn't seem to mind, that afternoon when Coal Stringer was over to the apartment," chuckled the black woman.
The girl's eyes went wide with shock and terror and she backed off a step as the black woman continued to draw near to her. "How... how did you know about that?"
Salome chuckled softly. "I know lots of things, darling girl," she murmured. "More than you could imagine, my little pet."
She was right in front of the girl, now and she reached out, and began to unbutton the top to Candy's suit. The girl shuddered and made a weak attempt to bat the woman's hands away.
"Now, now, Candy," whispered Salome, moving an inch or two nearer to the girl. "You'll catch cold in those wet things. Let your nurse make you warm, dear."
The girl was shivering violently as the black woman quickly unbuttoned the soaked garment and pulled it down off her shoulders and arms. The seventeen-year-old groaned as her tiny, round breasts were exposed, quivering adorably and goose-bumped from the chill.
Tenderly, Salome ran one hand over the girl's belly and pulled on the buckle to the shorts, while she lifted one pert, pink globe to her lips and kissed it fondly. The girl groaned again, shuddering with the sensual pleasure of Salome's mouth against the tiny sphere, and the feeling of her shorts being unfastened at the same time.
"What... ohh, what are you doing?" she moaned, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and heady anticipation. "Please, don't, I'm confused, stop!"
Salome laughed, her voice rich and warm with pleasure. She pushed the shorts down over the girl's smooth, tapered thighs and they dropped to the wooden floor of the cottage with a dull, wet plop.
The girl gasped in surprise, clearly not understanding whether she was shocked at being naked, or at not putting up any sort of a struggle at all. The warm flames of the fire baked her thighs and buttocks, and the soothing caress of Salome's lips moved gently across the tops of her breasts.
"I... I don't understand," she groaned as the black woman slid her free hand around her waist and curled her fingers over her buttocks. "I... I don't understand... anything at all!" .
Salome laughed, feeling the girl's flesh responding as she touched it, shivering and tingling beneath her attentive mouth and hands. She flicked her tongue at one, pert, erect nipple and Candy groaned with obvious delight.
"You don't have to understand," she whispered erotically. "Just leave all that to me! All you have to do is enjoy yourself, my dear, just enjoy yourself!"
The girl moaned . as Salome turned her around, slowly and began to back her toward a small, narrow cot on the other side of the tiny cottage. Her lips traveled upward, suddenly meeting the tender petals of the girl's succulent mouth and Candy gasped and groaned in eager surprise.
She felt the black woman pushing her down on the cot and she found herself doing so, willingly. Salome's fingers were at her breasts and loins, then, kneading her tender, damp flesh in a firm but gentle manner.
Slowly, sensuously she kissed and caressed the girl. All of this required the utmost in gentleness and tact. Every gesture, every touch had to be perfect and precise. As she fondled the young girl's breasts, kneading the lovely globes, tenderly, she ran the tips of her fingers through the damp, silken strands of hair that covered Candy's quivering hillock.
"Ohh, that... that feels so nice," the girl murmured, thickly. "God, Salome, why... why is it so nice?"
She shivered, the warm, loving touch of the black woman stimulating her continuously, by this time. She leaned back on the bed, trembling as the experienced fingers traveled over her cunt and breasts, and the soft crush of her mouth mashed hungrily against her own, tender petals.
She found herself reaching up to pull at the buttons to Salome's sweater and slacks, eagerly, anxiously freeing the woman of her garments. The clothing fell away from the black woman's body without any effort at all, and before the girl knew it, Salome was naked too, on the cot, pushing her way onto it beside her.
As the black woman kissed her, their lips moved against each other in a loving, hungry kiss, their tongues darting and stabbing back and forth in a joyous dance of passion. To the girl, the woman's mouth was more sensual and erotic than she had ever dreamed one might be, and to Salome, the girl's lips were sweeter than the finest wine she could ever drink. - She kneaded the soft, pliant flesh of the girl's breast, digging her fingers into the spongy globe and felt the nipple growing taut against her palm. The girl shivered with delight and groaned, reaching out her hands for Salome's own, dangling spheres.
She cupped her tiny hands beneath the big, soft globes and the black, woman moaned as she felt the tender digits massaging her quivering boobs. She nodded slightly, crushing her lips tightly against the girl's soft, moist mouth.
"Yes, little love," she murmured thickly. "Ummm, that's the way, my dear, just like that, yes, ahh, good!"
Candy shivered as she felt Salome's fingers roaming more intently over her mound. She felt the gentle, enticing caress warming the fires in her loins, and almost at once a dewy fluid began to seep from her cave and coat the stroking fingers with a thick, rich film of her pleasure.
She sighed, feeling the fingers leisurely riding up and down the length of her cunt petals, pulling and teasing them lovingly. She felt the hot, almost stinging waves rolling through her flesh, then, and she sighed once more, as a gripping, almost blanketing need enveloped her.
"Ohh, Salome, so nice, it's so nice," she moaned, quietly. "I... I never felt like this before, I never did!"
The black woman laughed, feeling the girl kneading her breasts more hungrily, then, as her pleasure increased. She rocked slowly from left to right above the girl, kissing and nibbling on her lips as she stroked the cunt more passionately.
The heat that was pouring from the girl's cave told the black nurse that the girl was rapidly sinking into her passion. She no longer attempted to fight any of it, but was surrendering, willingly now, to the lust that had been seething inside of her for quite some time.
One of the girl's hands now dropped to the black woman's cunt and she began to knead it almost as passionately as Salome was kneading hers. She felt the strange, thick dampness of the mound and the pounding heat against her fingers, and she felt stimulated by the woman's reaction, almost as powerfully as by her own.
Salome began to twist around on the bed, then, moving her mouth slowly down over the girl's soft, warm throat. "I shall make you feel very good, my dear," she promised softly. "Very good, I assure you!"
As her mouth brushed over Candy's tiny breasts, the two, flat spheres trembled with delight and the already hard nipples grew even more firm and erect. She gasped as the black woman's tongue lashed over the tender nubs, making them tingle delightfully as a spasm of pleasure raced through them.
The woman's hand was kneading her cunt anxiously then, the fingers dancing and darting quickly between her pussy lips to stimulate her inner flesh. She gasped as she felt the invasion, the slender, delicate spears kneading her cunt walls, tenderly.
Her own hands renewed their attack on Salome's cunt and breasts, now, and she began to squeeze the big, round spheres more passionately, while toying with the lips to Salome's cave, more greedily.
She could smell the rich, warm scent of Salome's loins tingling in her nostrils then, arid the odor was powerful and strong as she inhaled it. Salome had gathered one of her nipples between her teeth, and as the black woman sucked the tender, hard nugget inside of her mouth, the girl gasped with a seething delight.
Sweat, produced by more than the heat of the fire burning in the fire place, began to drip off their flesh as the two females attended to each other. The girl felt the gentle, sucking action of the woman's mouth at her breast, and the short, quick thrusts of her fingers inside her pit, and she sobbed, thickly with pleasure.
"Ohh, I want this, Salome," she groaned passionately. "God, how I want this, yes!"
"It's just beginning, my sweet," Salome murmured sensuously. "I assure you, the delight you are experiencing, is just beginning."
Quaking with pleasure, the girl bucked and moaned as she felt the black woman's mouth slowly making its way toward her belly. She felt the teasing stab of Salome's tongue lashing at her navel, and the tender thrill of it caressing the sweet indentation, made her giggle and sigh with delight.
She pushed her fingers inside the black woman's cunt, then, and Salome shuddered under the sudden invasion. She felt the eager girl twisting and turning her spears, burying them deep in her cave, and she flexed her cunt muscles tightly in response.
The throbbing in her loins grew more demanding, and she swiftly moved her lips down over the girl's precious hillock. She felt the adorable seventeen-year-old shuddering as she flicked her dart at the cunt, and Candy's loins and inner flesh began to burn with more heat than before.
As the black woman hungrily lathered her clit with her tongue, Candy felt as if her entire body was becoming one huge vagina. She twisted helplessly under the kissing attack and began to pull on the woman's buttocks to turn her around.
"Let me... do it... too," she groaned, unable to keep from stammering, so intense and demanding were the sensations in her loins. "Ohh, God, Salome, I want to do it to you, too!"
Eagerly then, the black woman turned her body completely around and lay down alongside the trembling girl. She felt the sudden contact of Candy's lips with her cunt mound, and she nearly screamed in passionate delight.
"Ahh, yes, there, ummm, good," she gasped, moaning with a throbbing need that was roaring in her pit. "Right there, just like that, yes, yes, yes!"
She shuddered as the girl's lips made contact with her clit, and almost by instinct, the sweet seventeen-year-old began to suck on the juicy pebble. She lathered it with her tongue and rolled it back and forth, and the harsh, stinging waves of need lashed at Salome's inner walls, almost unbearably.
The black woman groaned and pressed her face tightly between the girl's thighs. She rode her tongue out to meet the sweet, swollen petals that guarded Candy's cave, and the young girl screamed softly in response.
Hungrily, Salome licked at the cunt petals, catching them between her teeth and sucking on them, passionately. She lathered the rim of the girl's mound and flicked the tongue at the hidden clit.
The girl screamed, with the sudden and violent intensity of her pleasure and her small, taut button grew to life under the slashing attack of Salome's dart. She felt the black woman catching the knob between her teeth and the girl sobbed, jerking about the cot in a spasmodic manner.
"Ohh, God, that's so damn good," moaned the girl. "I... can't stand it... it's just so good, yes, yes, good!"
The black woman laughed and slithered her fingers over the girl's buttocks. She locked the digits deep into the soft, spongy half moons, and pulled her cunt hard to her face.
"You taste delicious, dear Candy," she laughed. "Just delicious, indeed!"
The girl giggled, feeling the woman's tongue racing over her pussy, lashing hungrily at the damp, slippery petals of her cunt lips. She sobbed, feeling the dart driving suddenly between them and lashing, now, at her inner walls.
She groaned, fitting her own hands around the tight, round half moons of Salome's buttocks. She pulled the hot, slippery cunt to her mouth and began to attack the cave with as much fevered passion as the black woman who was attacking hers.
Both of them ground their faces hard against each other's cunts and began to lick and suck on the hot, juicy chambers with a savage need. Candy followed Salome's lead and drove her tongue hard and fast into the woman's pit, burying it as deep inside the hot, gripping passage as she could.
Salome felt the marvelous invasion and she shuddered, lashing, wildly, now at the girl's moist pit. .She licked and sucked on the. tight little chamber, lathering the inner flesh with increasing greed.
Their muscles were expanding and contracting around the probing tongues, and the two of them shuddered and moaned with the delightful passion they were experiencing. As the heat and scent of each other consumed them, coupled with the fevered pleasure that was tearing through their loins, they could feel an orgasm building powerfully in their aching flesh.
Salome began to pump her tongue in and out of the girl's pit, sucking and lathering the slippery passage as she burrowed deep into the cave. She gnawed greedily on the cunt petals, lashing at them with her teeth, making the girl jerk and shudder in harsh, spasmodic tremors of delight.
As her flesh burned with wanting, the girl pumped her own lovely dart back and forth along the walls of the black woman's cunt, thrilling to the way Salome's muscles seemed to quiver and flex around her darting arrow.
Salome kneaded and massaged- the girl's buttocks with her strong, yet delicate fingers. She pulled her cunt as tightly to her face as she could and captured Candy's tight, quivering clit between her teeth.
The girl sobbed as she felt the woman sucking the love juice from her tiny nugget, sending shock waves of delight racing through her loins. The way her cunt was pounding so fiercely, its inner walls tightening like a wound spring, the girl knew that she was poised on the verge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.
She twisted and turned beneath the sucking lips and driving tongue. Her whole cunt was undulating uncontrollably, now, and the building continued until it felt as if her pussy was about to explode from the sheer intensity of her need.
"Ohh, God, Salome, God, I'm going to come," she gasped, almost unable to recognize her own, tortured voice. "Yes, I'm going to come, come so good, yes, yes!"
The black woman, sensing the approach of her climax, bore down on the girl's pussy, sucking harder and lathering every bit of the tender mound. She felt Candy begin to shudder in spasmodic and involuntary tremors, and felt the heat of the girl's pussy searing her lips as she came.
The liquid release washed over Salome's mouth and she laughed softly as she held tightly to the thrashing girl. She could hear the crying, gasping sobs of the girl's release and she eagerly drank from her overflowing chamber.
Shivering and quaking with her climax, she now attacked Salome's pit with a new and more fevered hunger. She sucked hard on the fat, juicy button that was her clit, and lathered her cunt lips with frenzied demand.
She wanted the woman to be experiencing the same violent release that she was feeling, and she drove her lips and tongue against the hot, slippery mound with all her energy and will.
Sucking cruelly on the woman's cunt petals, she felt the first trembling bursting in her loins. Salome's body was drawn as tight as a bow, and her shuddering moans increased in volume as the climax overwhelmed her.
"Ahh, yes, Candy, that's so good, yes, yes," the sobbed, grinding her pussy hard against the girl's mouth. "Ummm, coming, coming now, my love, sogood!"
The waves of delight tore through the black woman and Candy could feel her muscles and inner walls flexing wildly at her tongue. She tasted the lush, delicious fluid of pleasure that poured from her cave, and drank greedily from it, as the orgasm all but consumed the beautiful black woman.
As they thrashed on the narrow cot, grinding their mouths against their burning pussies, the two of them eagerly surrendered to every bit of passion and greed that was boiling inside of them.
Their orgasms were fevered and intense, long, harsh tremors that seemed to never leave their loins. Their faces were smeared with the cream of each other's pits, and their bodies slippery with the sweat of pleasure that poured out of them.
At last, Salome felt, the girl's shivers and trembles subsiding. She pulled her face away and rolled on her side, staring upward at the tiles above them. Her cunt was still throbbing, even after Candy's mouth had left it, and as the girl lay there, quivering with the final spasms of bliss, the black nurse felt full of pride and brimming with power.
The girl was lying on her belly, moaning softly, clearly unable to move more than the involuntary spasms allowed her to. Salome glanced at her and patted her buttocks tenderly, speaking with a slight chuckle of triumph in her voice.
"I told you I knew what you wanted, my sweet," she whispered with satisfaction. "And there is much more you can experience if you will only allow me to lead you to the passions I offer."
Without even hearing it, Salome knew what the girl's answer would be. When Candy slithered, instinctively closer to her, she realized she had once more captured someone's will and now held it firmly in her hands.
CHAPTER SIX
She stared at Elgin with a mixture of excitement and worry. She realized he had a valid reason for being on the island, but still, his presence there, bothered her. She was beginning to understand, how much she did not dare to have any of her past creep into her mind. And certainly not anything of it, that reminded her of love.
I don't need this, she thought, staring at the handsome black Doctor, coolly. I really don't need him to be this close to me, to be this damned in love with me. I just can't afford that kind of passion.
While her smile was cold and restrained, Elgin was grinning back at her with warmth and complete control. He sipped on the drink she had made him and took his time in answering her question. It was important that his answer be the correct one, they both realized. Very important.
"Well, why do you want to see me?'' she said at last, her voice betraying her impatience and anger. "After all, you practically forced Tapper to let you talk to me. Now, what is it?"
Elgin sighed, shaking his head. "I didn't do anything of the sort," he grumbled. "And besides, you didn't have to say yes to this private session."
"Get on with it, Elgin," she whispered anxiously. "I told you I would help you if you left me alone."
"I can't leave you alone," he answered grimly. "There's too much at stake. There's you and me, and the whole damn clinic!"
"You and your clinic," she snorted in attempted disdain. "You're going to end up as broke as when you lived in Harlem, Elgin."
"That doesn't matter to me," he snarled.
"Money doesn't grab me, like it does you, dear Salome!"
"Will you just get to the point?" she moaned, wearily. "I've had a long day, and it is probably going to be an even longer night."
"Far be it from me to waste your precious time, dear Miss Coyne," he snorted. "But I want to know what you said to him."
She laughed, shaking her head. "I didn't sell your soul, Elgin," she joshed. "I only offered my opinion that you'd be a good risk, that's all."
Elgin shook his head, angrily. "I knew it, I knew you pushed him into it," he hissed at her. "You twisted his arm with that body of yours, didn't you?"
"What of it," she said evenly. "You've got what you wanted, now why can't you just leave me be?"
He leaned forward, gripping one of her wrists tightly in his hand. "Because, you little idiot, if you fuck up, my clinic goes down the drain," he snarled. He was not bothering to hide his contempt and disgust, now. "If you get caught in this little deal of yours, then thousands of innocent people will suffer, because he'll cut off every cent."
She jerked her arm free of his hand. "I'm not going to get caught," she hissed, grimly. "I got you the money, didn't I!"
He sighed almost painfully, again. "Don't you understand?" he moaned. "It will all come out, you are bound to get trapped, don't you see that?"
"I see only what I have done for you," she said, stiffly. "Which you hardly seem grateful for at all, I might add."
"You can't go after money and success at the expense of who you are, Salome," he said, evenly. "You are bound to crack, bound to lose the mask, sometime!"
"You're just angry because I rejected you," she said, cruelly. "You just can't accept my not loving you."
He laughed, weakly, bitterly. "I wish it was only that," he hissed. "I wish I had lost you to someone, and not something."
"It's none of your business, Elgin," she snarled, feeling defensive and hating it. "None of it is!"
"Two things are, damn you," he barked softly. "You are and the clinic is. I won't let you ruin both of those precious resources!"
"For God's sakes, Elgin," she sighed, rising from her chair and pacing nervously about the room. "What are you getting so freaked out about? I told you I have everything under control."
"Everything but yourself," he snarled. "That's the one damn thing you don't have a grip on. Your own emotions."
She stopped suddenly, turning to stare at him. It was as if he had read her mind. She blinked, trying desperately to understand how he could have read that so clearly. She smiled, thinly and shook her head.
"You don't know what you're talking about," she hissed. "You're just grabbing at straws, trying to grab hold of the wind."
"I wish I was," he groaned. "I really do. But I've seen how you look at them, and it isn't the same look you had when you came up with the idea back in college. Nor is it the look you had just a couple of months ago at their party, either."
She wanted to scream at him to stop. Shout at him not to join the nagging doubts and worries that had crept up recently to plague her, along with his own. She wanted none of this, and lit a cigarette to cover her reactions.
"Do you think I'm blind?" he said, softly. He laughed a harsh, groaning chuckle. "Do you think I can't see what goes on behind that mask you wear?"
She was trembling then, feeling the sense of losing control that had happened to her often, now. She was not in command, she could not order her emotions to go dead and blank as she had.
"You're starting to care for them," he said, his voice quivering with the feelings he w experiencing. "You're starting to give a dam about them."
"No, that isn't true," she hissed viciously "Any more than I give a damn about you,' she snarled.
He laughed, his voice hollow and cold. "You are going to turn around one day and discover that you really love this family, for all its fuck-ups," he warned. "And when you do, and when they discover what you've done, you are going to come crashing down, hard, baby."
Angrily, she stubbed out her cigarette. "You can leave now, Elgin," she said, coldly. "I don't think we have anything more to discuss. Just try and remember who helped you to get the money to open your clinic."
He stood up then, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her to him, harshly "I'm not quite finished, yet," he hissed.
"Yes you are, now set me free," she snapped, trying to pull away from him.
"You put on such a good act, such a big show," he chuckled thinly. "When it's all a game, all a lie. My God, if I can see through you, what about them?"
"They're just a bunch of white assholes," she nearly screamed. "They're too dumb to know what's happening right in front of them!"
"Color don't give someone brains, baby," he smiled grimly. "And it doesn't take them away, either."
"Let me go," she whispered harshly. "I mean it, Elgin, I've had enough of this crap, now let me go!"
Savagely, he pulled her to him, then. He crushed his mouth over hers, kissing her hungrily. "I'll never let you go," he hissed. "I can't and you don't want me to, anyway!"
Viciously, she tore at his cheek with her nails. He dodged his head out of the way, just in time, and slapped her hard across the cheek. The blow knocked her to one side and stunned her for a moment.
"I'm going to have to show you, I guess," he snarled at her. "Show you how I want you and you want me!"
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet once again. She felt him backing her against the dresser in her room, his mouth mashing over hers once more. She groaned as she felt his lean, tight body pressing against hers, his groin pinned tightly against one thigh.
His lips were strong and hungry and roamed over hers, greedily. She felt his tongue jabbing at hers, flicking between her teeth as he kissed her. She tried to bite the invading spear, but he removed it too swiftly, while his hands began to roam over her body, passionately.
She could not believe he was attacking her like this. It was not the calm, gentle Elgin that she knew, not the quiet man who was only stirred by his dedication to serving others. This was a passionate, wild animal, that would not take no for an answer.
She felt a tingling fear rumbling in her belly and loins, but it was a strange, almost delightful terror that was sweeping over her. She felt weak and unable to fight back, even as she heard the tearing of the dress she was wearing.
"I'm going to have you," he hissed coldly. "And you are going to admit your passion for me, you are not going to deny your body and heart any longer!"
She screamed, but the sound was faint, as if it were not coming from her own throat, but someone else's, far away. She felt his fingers tearing at the buttons to her dress, scattering them about the room, and she sobbed as she. felt him ripping the dress the rest of the way open.
He had her bent over the back of the dresser then, clad only in her panties and bra, the dress in tatters at her shoulders. She moaned as his mouth greedily covered hers, his lips roaming and kissing her at will.
"Ohh, God, don't, Elgin, don't," she whispered hotly. "I... I can't... I just can't!
Please, please stop it!"
But he either was paying no attention to her, now, or simply refusing to hear, for his mouth rode hard over hers, and his hands began to tear at her bra and panties with a calm, ordered determination.
She gasped as she felt him driving his fingers into the cups of her bra and hooking them around the material of the halter. He pulled sharply and she screamed, feeling the hooks parting behind her back as he tore it from her body.
"You have lovely breasts," he murmured, his voice cruel and nearly mocking. "I am going to enjoy kissing and touching them."
"Please, God, Elgin, don't," she whispered, afraid of something more than the mere sexual aspect of this attack. There was something beneath it that terrified her and her struggles, though weak, continued.
His hand slithered into her panties and she felt his knuckles scraping across the firm smoothness of her belly. She moaned as he took hold of her garment and ripped downward, the sound of the fabric severing at the seams roaring in her ears.
He threw the panties aside, then and cupped his hand over her loins. She felt the burning, hard thickness of his fingers, stiff, yet able to caress and she shuddered, not wanting the warmth she felt building in her loins to continue.
"I told you, you belong to me," he muttered grimly. "Now, I'm going to show you! You can't deny what you feel, bitch, you can't!"
She sobbed as his free hand clasped over her breast once more and he began squeezing the soft, yet firm globe, passionately. She felt his big, strong fingers kneading the mound, digging in deeply and massaging her flesh until her nipple was as hard and taut as a thick stone.
He laughed, catching hold of the sweet, ripe pebble and rolled it back and forth. Sparks of delightful, throbbing pleasure rippled downward through her breasts and belly and mingled with the sensations already boiling in her pit.
His hand massaged her cunt expertly, now, rubbing the folds of her cunt petals between his fingers and scraping the tip of his thumb across her clit. She shivered with the undeniable pleasure she felt and sobbed at her body's refusal to deny the excitement he was creating inside of her.
She did not want to feel this way, in fact, it was the last way she wanted to feel. She wanted to feel the dullness she had once felt with the others, or even better, to feel nothing but disgust for his touch, but his hands were too powerful, his mouth too strong and loving.
She groaned, shuddering violently as she felt him riding the tips of his fingers up and down along the length of her cunt petals. She felt the digits stroking her, creating a lovely, quivering fire that spread quickly throughout her loins, and she could do little more than moan softly under the caress.
Against her thigh, his cock still grew hard and powerful, nearly fully erect, by this time and throbbing with a fierce, growing demand. She could not seem to help herself, she reached down and traced her fingers along the length of it, thrilling to the power she felt trembling beneath them.
"That's it, baby," he whispered harshly. "You know you want it, go ahead!"
He groaned as she pressed harder against the shaft, feeling the width of it, toying with the hardness of it, and the pulsating power she felt inside of his pants.
She whimpered softly, her teeth no longer attacking his tongue as it probed the moist interior of her mouth. Almost eagerly, she flicked her own, pink spear at his, and the two arrows entwined in a passionate embrace.
She felt completely in his power then and what was worse, had no desire to escape it. She groaned as Elgin fondled her breasts more lovingly, and stroked her cunt and damp inner thighs with his skilled, tender hand. Her flesh tingled with the powerful, aching need of him and she began to grip and squeeze his weapon through his trousers. She locked her fingers tightly around his tool, even as she hated the satisfaction she got from hearing his groaning pleasure.
Slowly he rode two fingers into her pussy, taking his time and turning them gently against her inner flesh. Her cunt walls throbbed under the impact of the invasion, aching with a screaming delight at the attack.
She shuddered as he buried the spears deep in her pit and mashed his thumb hard against her clit. His other hand was riding down over her back, now and she shivered as she felt him kneading the sweet, warm curve of her luscious buttocks.
"God, you feel like silk and velvet," he moaned, rocking from left to right against her quivering frame. "Come on, Salome, take it out, take it out of my pants, now!"
She fumbled with his zipper, unable to even be disturbed by her response to him, by this time. All she could think about was feeling the flesh of his manhood in her hand, to be thrilling to the surging animal power that pulsated within his meat.
She pulled the zipper free and his cock nearly flew from the confinement of his trousers. As it fell into her cupped palm, she gasped at the sheer, burning heat of it, so boiling was the blood that tore through his angry flesh.
She wrapped her fingers tightly around his pole and squeezed it rhythmically in her hand. He moaned thickly, jerking with spasms of delight as she fondled the hard, thick, prong. Each time she massaged his shaft, the pain of his desire grew more intense, and the churning of blood and come in his balls pounded with a savage fury.
His fingers stroked her cunt gently, but determinedly. He rode them in and out and she bucked in perfect time with his pumping hand.
The fierce, powerful passion she could feel tearing through his shaft stimulated her almost as much as his plunging digits. As she kneaded and caressed her way up and down the length of the tool, she sighed contentedly with die continual thrusting of his strong fingers against her inner walls.
Her cunt was alive in this moment, alive with all the passion and wanting she had ever experienced. It was almost as if all the desire she had ever had, had come together into one moment of fierce and consuming lust.
She swayed back and forth, felt his fingers massaging her buttocks, and cunt, and she groaned with absolute surrender. "Ohh, Elgin, so good, everything is so good," she moaned. "Please, darling, yes, please, please, yes!"
She was shuddering, almost out of control, jerking and twisting as' he pumped his fingers steadily in and out of her pussy, and his free hand began to probe the damp valley between her buttocks.
She sighed quietly as she felt the thick fingers tapping at her anal dot. He pushed hard against the taut, unyielding passage with one finger and she squirmed, trying hard to relax her anal muscles and allow him access to her cave.
Groaning quietly, he pushed the finger into her bum and she gasped with a delightful and tingling pleasure rolling through her anal passage. He twisted and turned the linger slowly, driving it deeper and deeper into the moist, warm channel, until he had it buried to the hilt in the woman's tight, hot asshole.
He began to stroke the finger with his others, rubbing them back and forth between the thin membrane of flesh that separated them. She shuddered and gasped, her head falling back as the strange and enticing sensations rippled through her twin canals.
She felt the fingers pumping steadily in and out of her passages and the lust she had for his cock grew even more powerful and demanding in her pussy. She stroked his shaft almost violently, now, pulling and tugging on his flesh with a near frenzy.
The way his cock throbbed in her hand, beat steadily against her fingers and palm made her whole hand quiver delightfully, and stimulated her to knead and pull on his meat all the more.
He moved his mouth down over her breasts then and she screamed in pleasure as she felt him flicking his tongue at her nipples. He lashed at the hard, taut dots with the tip of his spear and rolled his lips around them in a lazy, sensual manner.
Now her body seemed to be assaulted from all sides with pleasure. Her cunt and asshole tingled and ached, her breasts throbbed almost painfully with need. She felt him capture one of his nipples between his teeth, and she sobbed as he drew the sweet nugget into his mouth, sucking on her flesh, greedily." Harder his fingers traveled the length of her cunt and asshole. She felt them riding in and out of her with a distinct rhythmic force and every stroke made her ache for him all the more.
In her hand, his shaft was quaking like a powerful engine of lust. The flesh was burning feverishly, and each time she flicked her thumb at the head of his tool, he nearly screamed with a tortured satisfaction.
The dresser was pressing hard into the small of her spine, but she hardly noticed it at all. She could only concentrate on the marvelous sensation of his fingers assaulting her bum, twisting and turning along the tight, narrow passage of her hole, while the other digits kept up their attack on her cunt.
"Ohh, baby, Elgin, yes, that's so good," she moaned, her voice slurred as if with drink. "Yeah, honey, ummm, baby, more, all of it, more!"
Elgin's prick felt as if it might explode, she was creating such a fire in his groin. Her hand pumped back and forth on the tool, and it throbbed so fiercely that it brought tears to his eyes. He felt her cunt muscles kneading his fingers, and her anal muscles clutching at his other one, and he could think only of slipping his cock into the wet, warm sleeve of her pussy, and fucking her as wildly and hungrily as possible.
He jerked and shuddered as she powered her loving fist at his prick. She squeezed his tool hard in her hand and he gasped, the roaring pleasure seeming to consume him with ecstasy.
Never had he felt such wanting or desire and never had his mind been so deep into the very demands of his flesh. It was as if his body was ' in complete control, then, telling him exactly what to do, and refusing to listen to any other thought he might have.
"Ohh, baby, I'm gonna fuck you good," he groaned, twisting as she pulled on his thick, pounding rod. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, you won't be able to stand it, bitch!"
She laughed, nodding her head in eager anticipation. "Ohh, Jesus, Elgin, give it to me," she chuckled in hunger. "Give me your prick, now, God, do I want it, now!"
She was pulling wildly on the cock, then, spreading her legs apart to give him room, and placing her feet firmly on the floor. His finger twisted and turned in her bum, and thrust as deeply as possible in her pit, while his other digits reluctantly left the warm, damp comfort of her cave.
He felt her drawing his rod to her pussy, and he knew he could not hold off taking her any longer. He moved in close to her damp, slippery body and wedged his legs between the smooth, quivering flesh of her inner thighs.
He pushed her hands away from his cock, and reached down to spread the soft, damp folds of her swollen cunt petals aside. She shivered as she felt the huge, thick head of his tool pressing between the slippery lips, the first shock of his penetration making her weak with ecstasy.
"God, yes, Jesus, give it to me," she moaned, thickly, bucking forward as he thrust his meat into her. "Ummm, baby, all the way, put it all the way in!"
Elgin felt his cock slithering along the trim, tight walls of her cunt, and her muscles kneading him inward. He groaned, rocking from left to right as he drove his shaft up into her cave, his loins burning with pleasure as he buried his shaft to the hilt in her lovely, damp pit.
He was grinding his belly against her, thrusting his finger in and out of her, and she sobbed as the sensations swirled delightfully in her flesh. She flexed her muscles around the root of his shaft and mashed her belly tightly against his to urge him on.
He felt her flesh trembling all around him, her anal muscles twitching against his finger and clutching at it fiercely. "Hard," she whispered, softly. "Ohh, God, take me hard, fast, love me, now!"
He felt her hands clutching at his shoulders and he moaned, slowly pulling his tool back along the length of her hot, wet passage, feeling her muscles trembling and quaking around his meat, urging him to use her.
He gripped her buttocks with the other fingers of his hands and began to ride his shaft in and out of her. Each stroke was stronger and harder than the last, each harsh, powerful thrust filled her with unbelievable delight.
She sobbed throwing her loins against his plunging tool, gripping the slithering prong with her inner walls to hold it fast. She felt the cock pounding inside of her, filling her cunt completely with its burning power.
Faster and harder, Elgin rode his manhood into her. He pumped furiously against the gripping, tight sleeve of her pussy, the ecstasy of her flesh surrounding his tool almost more than he could bear.
Each time he buried his shaft in the depths of her tunnel, she screamed with a powerful and draining pleasure, her entire body quaking uncontrollably with bliss. It felt as if her pussy were going to explode in that moment, as if her cunt had reached the point were it could stand the pain of her wanting no more.
Harder and more savage he drove into her. He buried his finger deep in her asshole and rubbed the tip of it against her inner walls, while he pumped back and forth with a frenzy in her cunt She squeezed his prick with her muscles, kneading and massaging him as violently as she could, thrilling to the throbbing and massive power she could feel in his tool, as it too reached the point of eruption.
She could feel her climax approaching, feel the power of it surging in her loins. Her cunt walls grew tight around his plunging shaft, and she felt the thrilling arrival of her bliss washing through her, wildly.
"Ohh, Jesus, yes, God, here it comes," she moaned, her voice thick and torn with ecstasy. "I'm going to come, Elgin, going to come, yes, yes!"
Waves of delight roared through her, then as the orgasm burst in her cave. She jerked violently, twisting and turning as the flood of hot liquid boiled around his driving manhood.
He felt her cunt expanding and contracting around his prick, and the lovely liquid fire of her release, and he could not keep from exploding any longer. He gasped, powering his weapon back and forth as the angry come began to spurt, savagely from the head of his cock.
"Jesus, God, that's good," he sobbed, twisting and turning his pumping meat against her inner flesh. "Damn, baby, Salome, so good, yeah!"
They shuddered violently in the grip of their release, both of them losing all control of themselves. Again and again they threw themselves at each other, sighing and gasping as the pleasure consumed them. ; How long the climax lasted, she could not tell. It seemed to go on for hours, and even then, the lingering tremors continued to assault her pit. She moaned, feeling his prick slithering out of her at last, then slipped to the floor, completely exhausted.
He stood over her, a grim expression on his face, void of any sort of triumph. "I hope I've proved my point," he almost snarled. Then, as if he were ashamed of his own passion and greed, he arranged his clothing and quickly left the room.
She sat there, her body aching with the lingering memory of his flesh, her loins still throbbing with the presence of his cock, and she knew, she could never be the same, now that he had shown her what she truly wanted.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Stubbornly, denying her mind and its foolishness, she intended to continue her plan. She did not feel like giving up years of hard work and careful planning, merely because her heart had weakened a bit over the last few weeks. She was going to succeed, no matter what She intended to completely dominate them, now. It would not be difficult, given her final plan. By the time this eve was through, she would be their master, and they her willing servants.
Dinner was quiet for a change, a calm before the storm, she thought in amusement. They ate in near silence, then she took them into the living room and told them that she wanted to talk to them all.
"What is this about?" Jessica Tapper said in annoyance. She was seated on the sofa beside her husband, shivering with more than mere rage. Salome could tell she was suspecting something important.
Salome smiled thinly. "I am going to tell all of you, how I feel and what has been done around here," she said, evenly. "For I am part of this family, now, and I want you all to know that."
Candy made to speak, but then kept silent. Salome grinned at her, feeling the sense of power filling her up. Calmly, then, she told each of them, what she had done with the other.
As she spoke, she smiled at the shock and horror that filled their eyes. They looked at each other with disbelief, each of them wanting, with their eyes, to deny what they were hearing.
Bert Tapper was trembling, gulping frantically. His eyes flashed about the room, at his wife and children, the horror of being discovered much more brutal than he would have imagined.
Candy was sitting quite still, only her lower lip trembling, then, quivering as she listened to the tall, elegant nurse revealing what they had done together. It was obvious, from her stone-like features, that shame was consuming her.
The fourteen-year-old, Martin was the only one that seemed to be taking it calmly. The look in his eyes was filled with sorrow, but not disbelief. Almost as if he had expected this betrayal.
"And what is the point of all this?" Jessica Tapper said at last.
Salome turned and smiled at her coldly. "I am no longer your servant, but one of you, now," she murmured quietly. "You'll be treating me like a member of the family from now on."
"Are you blackmailing us, Salome," Bert said harshly. "I don't have to stand for that, you know!"
"Sit down, fool," hissed his wife. "Can't you see she could ruin our reputation?"
Shuddering, the man took his seat once again. Salome stared at him, her body tense and cold, no feeling whatsoever. But her mind and heart were raging, for she was experiencing a guilt and agony she had not expected.
She had finally hurt them, but she wasn't feeling about it, the way she thought she would. Regret filled her up, sorrow for inflicting the pain on them was consuming her, then, and she hated herself in that moment, as she never had before.
Still, she realized, she had to go on. It was too late to quit, now, too late to turn back. She grinned at them coldly, trying to harden herself to the final task ahead.
"I wish to seal our bargain," she said, calmly. "Since we are all a family, I want us to enjoy each other, completely."
"What does that mean?" Bert asked, his voice grown fearful, now. "What are you driving at?"
"I think you should get to know your daughter better," Salome said in an almost whisper. "Even as Martin should get to know his mother better."
The boy's eyes flew wide open in shock. "Are you insane?" he hissed. "I... I can't believe you mean it!"
"But I do," hissed Salome. "I want to see all of you with each other," she snapped. "Right now, in front of me."
"Or else you will reveal all that has happened, correct?" Jessica Tapper said, her voice reedy and weak with bitter humor.
The black nurse nodded. "As always, Mrs. Tapper, you find the target at once," she chuckled thinly. "I suggest you take my advice to heart, all of you."
Her husband stared at her in shock as Jessica calmly began to unbutton her blouse. She turned and glared at him. "What else can we do?" she hissed. "Do you want our names in every paper in the country?"
"I'll not have this family degraded," snarled Bert. "I may have made a fool out of myself, but I won't inflict this on you!"
"You have no choice," Salome said, her own voice not sounding real to her any longer. "You must do as I say."
Jessica nodded weakly and got to her feet, slowly removing her blouse. She unhooked her skirt and dropped it away, and before the startled eyes of her family, approached her son, almost cowering in his chair.
She beckoned him to his feet and he rose, shuddering as if a pair of icy hands had gripped his loins. She came to him, arms open wide and gathered him into her embrace. For a moment they kissed, and Salome watched with a sickening feeling in her belly as the mother began to tongue her son.
The boy pushed away from her with a wail of pain and shook his head. He turned to Salome, glaring with a blazing hatred in his eyes. His hands were clenched in tight, youthful fists as he took a step toward her.
"I thought you were someone special," he snarled. "I thought you loved me."
"I love no one," she hissed in response, her heart wrenching as she realized how big a lie that truly was.
"You might as well have cut my heart out," the boy sobbed. "For you to do this to us is worse than anything."
"Just do as you're told," she growled back at him, the sound of her voice so cruel and evil then, that she could not believe it belonged to her.
The boy shook his head wildly. "I won't, I'd rather die, first!"
With that he pushed past her and ran out of the house before any of them could react. For a moment, they stood in stunned silence, then Bert turned to the door. He gasped, a father aching for his son and raced out of the house after the boy.
All of them followed the sandy path to the beach, their feet slamming hard into the sand as they ran after the boy. Far ahead, they could see him reaching the shore line, not pausing an instant as he tore into the waves.
The weather was bad, a storm brewing, and the waves lashed at the shore with a vicious and violently intensity. Bert was screaming for his son, his voice breaking with fear as he tore down the slope toward the roaring surf.
The waves crashed into him, throwing him back and he landed hard on his back, stunned with the sheer force of the ocean. Far out, his son was fighting the waves, trying to swim further through their savage fury.
When they reached the shore line, Jessica and Candy pulled Bert from the edge of it, leaning over him and sobbing. Salome stood beside them, her eyes darting between the three people and the bobbing head of the boy out in the raging sea.
She could not believe that this was happening. Even worse, she did not want to accept the fact that it, was her fault. She held her stomach raging with a sour bile as she saw the current carry the boy out further.
In moments, she realized, he would go under, and the cold terror of her responsibility tore through her belly and heart like a knife. She glanced once more at them on the beach, then kicked off her shoes.
She tore the light summer dress over her head and threw it aside, plunging into the pounding waves. Almost at once, she was forced back, but she continued to slam her way through the water, cutting with her arms in swift, knife-like strokes.
Each time she pulled her head up for a look, she saw the boy going further and further out. She had no idea how he was keeping his head above the water, but he was, struggling now, as the weariness and panic seized him.
As the wave tossed and turned the black woman, she realized, suddenly, that she too was in danger. The surf could as easily drag her under as it could the boy, but she gave no thought to turning back.
Ruthlessly she pushed forward, driving her arms like pistons, now, slamming through the water with all the strength she could summon. She drew closer and closer to Martin, though he was hardly treading water by this time.
Just as she neared him, he slipped under. He bobbed up once then was gone again. She screamed, silently and dove down, peering through the raging, murky darkness of the waves, praying she might get once more chance at him.
She could not see a thing, though, it was too black and cloudy with the sand churned up from the bottom. She felt her energy ebbing and she groaned loudly as she realized she had lost.
Something bumped into her then, and she twisted around, catching hold of the boy's waist. He was kicking and fighting in panic, and she threw a lock around his neck and turned toward shore.
The going back was twice as difficult, but the crashing power of the waves pushing her toward the beach helped fight the undertow. Twice she almost lost him, but held fast, dragging him along by sheer will alone.
She pulled at the waves frantically, gasping and moaning, kicking to feel something solid beneath her feet. The boy was still in her grip and she feared he might already have swallowed too-much water.
She felt the sudden sensation of sand under her toes and she lurched forward several times until she could walk, despite the slamming of the waves. Gasping with her effort, she dragged the boy along, the current and undertow less powerful.
Hurried she pulled them both up onto the beach. The mother and daughter raced to the boy and she fell to her knees beside him. The world was spinning around in front of her then, and she moaned, falling to one side.
She saw Bert standing over her, then watched as he fell down beside his son and pushed the other two out of the way. Salome smiled as he pumped air into the boy's lungs, desperately trying to revive him.
It occurred to her, suddenly, that she would gladly trade her life for Martin's, and she was hoping that might happen as she fell into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sounds of laughter greeted her awakening. They were muted and distant, and as her vision cleared, she realized they came from another room. She moaned, sitting up and choking as she gazed around her familiar bed chamber.
Then it all came back to her and she dropped her head into her hands and began to weep. The pain of her brutality was too much for her to take. She rocked back and forth as she cried, not hearing the door to her room open.
"That's no way to act," she heard and looked up to see Candy standing at the foot of her bed.
The girl was smiling, though it was almost impossible to tell whether it was a smile of pleasure or pain. Salome did not think she could bear to look at the girl and she turned her head away.
"God, I'm an animal," she moaned, softly. "Only a disgusting creature, something inhuman could have done what I did."
"Perhaps," the young girl said, sitting down at the foot of the bed, then, toying with the strands of material at the edge of the coverlet.
"How can you stand to be in the same room with me?" Salome moaned. "I can't even bear myself!"
"Stop it," the girl barked, harshly. "You just stop for a moment and keep silent. I want to show you a couple of things."
She reached out her hand and after staring at the fingers for a moment, Salome took the hand and allowed the girl to pull her up from the bed. The wood floor was chilly beneath her felt and she shuddered as she stepped on it.
"Where are we going?" she whispered, somehow feeling the need to keep her voice low and quiet.
"You will see," replied the young girl, simply.
She led Salome into the darkened hallway and down the narrow corridor. "I think you ought to see the results of your work," she explained, mysteriously.
When they reached the end of the corridor, the girl pushed open a door just a bit for Salome to peer inside. She gasped as she saw the two people on the bed, for it was Jessica and Bert in a passionate embrace.
As she watched in shock, Bert's mouth made contact with Jessica's and she shivered, mashing her lips against his with obvious greed. Their tongues darted and danced around each other, entwining lovingly.
His hands were at her shoulders and he rode them down over her body, tenderly. She shivered, feeling his caress stimulating her as he cupped both palms under her breasts and squeezed them gently.
"Ohh, it's been so long, darling," she moaned, quietly.
He nodded, pressing his lips against hers hungrily again. "I know, I know," he groaned, thickly. "God, how much I know!"
Greedily, he pulled the short ribbon that held her nightgown shut. It fell apart, revealing her still, firm and up-tilted breasts. He moaned as he gazed at them, his shaft already growing in the pajamas he was wearing.
She dropped one of her hands from his shoulders and slithered it inside of his pajamas, reaching for the shaft that lay behind them. He moaned as she curled her fingers around his rod and kneaded it to a full erection.
Now he pulled the nightgown from her shoulders and rode his hands down to her hips. He slipped his fingers into the panties she was wearing and gently pulled them from her hips.
They made a quiet, rustling sound as he drew them away from her, and, in the pale light of the single lamp burning in the room, her flesh took on a golden cast.
He sighed heavily as he gazed at her crotch, her thick bush of cunt hair already damp with love juice. She shivered with delight, almost laughing as he stared at her quaking mound.
"I want you to take me, my darling," she murmured softly. "I want us to become one, as in the past, as never before!"
Bert almost sobbed with passion. His cock was throbbing as she held it, and he moaned wildly as she squeezed it tightly in her fist to urge him on. Quickly he pushed his pajamas away from his loins and knelt over his wife as she lay back on the bed.
He gently pushed her thighs apart, then, and dropped his head to her breasts. As she felt his tongue lathering her nipples to a firm, hard erection, she shivered, the waves of desire crashing strongly in her loins.
Her hand moved lightly back and forth along the length of his shaft, pulling and pinching his flesh as she fondled him. He rocked from left to right, mashing his mouth hard against her boobs.
"Ummm, that feels so nice when you kiss them," she murmured softly. "Ohh, yes, there, that's so good, yes!"
She took hold of his wrist and brought his hand to her cunt. He moaned as he felt the heat and dampness that poured from her cave, and he began to stroke her lovely, wet hillock with a building eagerness.
Her cunt lips quivered beneath his touch, trembling violently as he caressed them. She jerked and shivered as he fondled her. Each time the tips of his digits rode over her clit, the moist, hard rosy nugget trembled with excitement. She felt a stinging wave of delight racing through the length of her pit as he kneaded her aching hillock, and she yearned for his fingers to be inside of her, then, kneading her inner walls.
"Deep, I want them deep, my love," she moaned wildly. "Put them in me, darling, put them in me, now!"
She was pumping her hand briskly at his shaft, then, pinching and squeezing his flesh in a nearly frantic manner. He slipped two of his fingers beyond the lips that guarded her cave and felt her shudder as he penetrated her tunnel with them.
She groaned as her husband twisted and turned his spears inside of her. She felt him driving the prongs to the depths of her passage, burying his fingers to the hilt, and her cunt muscles flexed involuntarily with delight.
"God, you're still tight and slippery," he chuckled with pleasure. "I always wanted only you, Jessie, only you!"
"I know, I know, and you can have me, now," she groaned wildly. "Ohh, God, I want you to have me, now!"
Her body shuddered violently as he began to ride his fingers in and out of her hot, wet passage. She rolled from left to right, jerking with the rhythm of his pumping fingers.
She drove her fist against his cock faster, squeezing and pulling on the flesh of his tool with increasing passion. She thrilled to the power and size of his shaft, the sheer, awesome intensity with which his weapon was pulsating in her palm.
Her jerking actions stimulated him nearly as much as her attack on his cock, for he had waited for years to get her this excited. He drove his fingers into her savagely, now, thrilling to the contractions of her cunt as he felt the lust become more fevered in her pit.
Harder and faster she slammed her hand along his tool. He groaned wildly, shuddering with the impact of her pumping fingers, feeling the savage thrill of her nail slicing across the surface of his tool.
"God, yeah, Jessie, this is it," he moaned, thickly. "This is how it should be, baby, just like this!"
He was lying across her, now, his body crushing hers, the hard points of her nipples driven into his chest. He felt her hands crossing over his back, digging into his skin as she thrust herself against him.
"Darling, give it to me, please," she groaned, rocking from side to side and pulling hard on his tool. "Please, Bert, give me your cock, now!"
The man groaned, feeling his wife dragging his weapon toward her pussy. She pushed his fingers out of the way and guided the shaft effortlessly into her damp, steaming tunnel.
The shock of his penetration made both of them gasp with delight. Bert shuddered violently as he felt the walls of his wife's cunt surrounding his manhood, holding him fast and urging him on.
Passion seized him, then, and he thrust forward, burying the throbbing shaft to the root in her cunt. She sighed, almost laughing as the pleasure of her husband's manhood filling her pit, consumed her.
"Ohh, God, it's so nice," she moaned, rocking back and forth, forcing the cock to move inside of her. "Ummm, having you in me is so nice, Bert!"
Bert groaned again and slithered his hands beneath her buttocks. He dug his fingers into her flesh, and pulled her pussy tight to his groin. She shivered as she felt him throbbing inside of her.
The man slowly withdrew, shifting back and forth, then quickly rode it back down the length of her wet, slippery tunnel once more. As he buried himself inside of her again, she could feel the pounding of him quaking against her inner walls.
Now, Bert began to ride his weapon back and forth along her cunt walls, twisting and turning with every stroke. His wife shuddered and jerked, sobbing with pleasure as he rode into her, each stroke he took more delightful than the last.
"Ohh, Bert, yes, more, yes," she moaned, jerking spasmodically as he buried himself in her cunt once again.
He was shuddering violently, groaning with the powerful, urgent greed he was experiencing. He rammed into her harder and faster, each stroke picking up the rhythm and pace of his assault.
Her cunt undulated wildly around his plunging tool, kneading and squeezing the prong as it slithered to the depths of her cave once more. She was thrilled by his attack, complete under the spell of him, by now.
Their loins were on fire by this time, aching with need and drawing near to the moment of her explosion. Bert could feel her cunt drawing tightly around his weapon, pulling him hard to the bottom of her cave.
She gasped, nibbling excitedly at his ear as her pussy shivered with the intense delight of her approaching climax. "Ohh, God, Bert, I'm going to come," she moaned. "I'm going to come!"
He rammed into her violently, wanting to take her as high to the plains of ecstasy as he could. He felt her quaking around his plunging manhood, then suddenly the hot dampness was washing over him, and the woman was thrashing uncontrollably under his hot, driving pole.
The way her cunt walls kneaded and massaged his weapon was more than enough to urge him on. He felt his own balls pounding with need, his cock surging with pleasure and he roared into her violently.
Harder and faster he slammed his manhood to the depths of her pit. She locked her quaking muscles against his tool, and the man groaned as the climax surged in his loins and began to explode in his balls.
Hot bursts of come spurted from the rod, and he sobbed as it drove the bursting weapon deep inside of her. "Jesus, I'm coming," he groaned. "Coming, baby, coming with you so good!"
The boiling semen poured from his shaft then, and he ground his belly hard against hers and shuddered as she pulled him tightly to her breast. Their sobbing gasps of passion and delight filled the room, and they were still tightly embraced as Salome turned from the door.
"You see," laughed Candy, quietly. "You see what you've done?"
Salome shook her head. "It wasn't me," she hissed. "All I did was almost kill your brother."
Candy snapped at her. "We were all fools," she groaned. "You, me, all of us. We didn't know what we wanted."
She took her by the hand again and led the confused black "woman down the hall to another room. "You see, I learned something, Salome," she said, evenly. "I learned that money is nothing, that only love matters. Martin almost drowning, and you risking your life to save him taught me that."
Salome's eyes filled with tears as she listened to the girl. She could not bear to look at her, for she was admitting to herself, at last, How much she truly cared for this family.
"Well, I won't be around to hurt you anymore," she groaned. "I'm not making that mistake again."
Candy laughed. "You can't escape us that easy, Salome Coyne," she chuckled. "You belong to us, now, remember!"
With that, she pushed the black woman into a dark room, and pulled the door shut behind her. Salome turned to open it again, when a light clicked on behind her. She turned and saw Elgin Downey sitting on a bed.
"They called me about the boy," he said, simply.
"Did they tell you how it happened?" she asked, her voice quivering with fear and self-loathing.
He shook his head and patted a place beside him on the bed. As she sat down, he slipped his arm around her and pulled her close to him.
"No, they said they'd leave that up to you," he said, warmly. "They think pretty highly of you, you know."
Salome groaned, dropping her head to his shoulder. "I can't stand it," she moaned. "I just don't deserve it!"
Elgin said nothing, but waited for the beautiful black woman to continue. Slowly, haltingly, she told him everything. He kept silent, giving her no indication as to how he felt all through her tortured story.
"So you see," she sobbed at last. "I can't stay with them, I'm just too rotten to inflict myself on them."
Elgin was laughing softly as he turned her head up to his. "So you finally learned, did you?" he chuckled. "You finally understood what I was saying, huh?"
She nodded. "I learned the value of one's feelings, and now I'm paying for it!"
"Let's just say you're getting paid back," he chuckled softly. "I think you can use a little interest, though!"
With that, his mouth came down over hers and she felt the awakening in her loins once again. The throbbing need spread through her rapidly and she realized that what she had been looking for all along was the sense of safety that only love could bring.
She had tried to seek it in money and power, but had failed, for it could have never been found there, she realized. She felt his tongue washing over her lips and darting between her teeth, and she responded to him with the hunger she had kept hidden.
As his hands stripped away her night clothes, she sobbed quietly, realizing, too, that she had actually helped the family become one, again, rather than being torn apart by their own self-interests.
Salome Coyne, shivered with excitement as Elgin ran his firm, strong hands over her breasts, gently kneading and massaging her spongy. globes between them. She moaned softly, jerking in spasms of pleasure as she felt one hand slithering down between the moist, warm thighs.
"Ohh, baby, yeah," she murmured softly, opening and closing her precious limbs against the kneading touch of his fingers. "Umm, that feels so good, darling, yes so good, indeed!"
She ran her hand eagerly over his groin and she felt the pulsating beat of his pounding manhood. In seconds, she had the thick, hard pole in her hand, pulsating savagely with the fevered blood that was tearing through it.
She gripped and squeezed the smooth, warm shaft, thrilling to the awesome power she felt throbbing there. She rode the ball of her thumb over the surface of his knob and he jerked violently with delight.
"Yeah, honey, God, that's good," he sighed. He rolled her moist, slippery vaginal lips between his fingers and felt the enticing heat escaping her cave. "Harder, baby, do it harder, yeah!"
He felt her hand riding faster and harder along the tool, pumping up and down in a rhythmic and controlled manner. He kneaded her breasts, savagely, then, pinching and tweaking her nipples between them.
His mouth rode swiftly down her elegant throat and his lips kissed her damp flesh with a greedy hunger. She sighed passionately as she felt his tongue flicking at the tips of her nipples, lathering the sweet nuggets, wickedly with his spear.
She moaned and shivered, thrusting her cunt spasmodically at his fingers, groaning as she felt him slithering two of the prongs inside of her. She nearly screamed as he thrust the hard, long tools to the base of her tunnel, and scraped lovingly at the quivering flesh of her inner walls.
She flexed her cunt muscles around his buried prongs and locked her thighs tightly against his hand, trapping it between them. His mouth surrounded one of her breasts, then, and she sobbed as he gathered the soft, spongy globe between his teeth.
Savagely, she pumped her hand up and down on his cock. The room was thick with the scent of their passion and the dank, tingling odor filled her nostrils with a delicious, powerful aroma of lust.
She kneaded and gripped his prong as she rode her fingers along the length of it. She loved the sensation of the shaft pounding against her palm, the huge, throbbing head beating wildly with need.
She dug her nails into his flesh and he moaned with an agonized delight, jerking uncontrollably as the wanting built in his loins. His fingers were pumping back and forth along the length of her inner, sleeve, and each stroke made the fires of greed burn even hotter in the black woman's pit.
For them, the past had been forgotten, and as she began to pull on his meat, desperately trying to force him between her thighs, Salome knew that at last she would be happy and alive with pure, uncalculated love.
"Ohh baby, I need you now," she groaned. "Give it to me, Elgin, give me every inch of your meat, now!"
The black man shuddered violently with greed as he felt her tugging anxiously on his hard, throbbing shaft. He sucked passionately on her breast, lathering her nipple with his tongue, feeling the hot come boiling in his balls.- Slowly he allowed her to draw him over her smooth, tapered thighs. He moaned as he slithered down between them, and she drew his shaft toward her hot, damp pit. She sobbed as the head of his meat rubbed against her quivering pussy lips, and he pulled his fingers anxiously from her chamber.
"Going to give it to you now, baby," he grunted, pressing his shaft forward against her swollen petals. "Going to give you every inch of my tool!"
She laughed in delight and spread her thighs as far apart as possible to accommodate him. He thrust forward almost savagely and she screamed with almost unbelievable delight as he buried his cock to the hilt in her quaking passage.
As the huge, powering weapon pulsated against her inner walls, the young woman jerked involuntarily with the intense pleasure of his invasion. His cock seemed to fill her cunt completely, and she locked her vaginal muscles fiercely around the root of the throbbing prong.
He dug his fingers under her buttocks and gripped the taut, spongy half moons fiercely. She moaned as he pulled her toward him, grinding his belly against hers with increasing need.
The black man began to ride his tool in and out of her cave, taking slow, measured strokes, each one designed to give her the maximum of pleasure. She shuddered and groaned with the effects of his attack, pumping faster and faster, thrilling her to a point of near ecstasy. , She grunted and sobbed as he drove his powerful weapon in and out of her. She shuddered and kicked, nearly screaming by this time, as the roar of passionate fire spread throughout her loins.
His hard, throbbing cock tore through her pussy, savagely, now, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, thrashing and moaning as he piled into her pit. She flexed her cunt muscles ruthlessly around the plunging shaft, feeling her cunt drawing tight as her climax approached.
"Ohh, baby, I'm gonna come," she gasped, jerking uncontrollably. "Ummm, going to come, Elgin, come so good!"
Elgin gripped her buttocks tightly and rammed his cock into her almost viciously. He could feel her pussy muscles fluttering out of control as her climax roared through her cave, and she wailed in delight with the intense pleasure of her release.
As her vaginal walls undulated around his prick, the man drove himself in and out of her even more savagely than before. She could feel his huge prick growing harder and tighter burning now, like a red-hot iron in her cave.
She felt him beginning to shudder, violently, thrusting back and forth with a near frenzy. He gasped in delight, sobbing deeply and the first hot bolt of come burst from his shaft and splashed searingly against her inner walls.
"Ohh, Jesus, baby, coming good," he groaned, thrusting in and out over her wildly. "Coming, honey, sweet bitch, coming good!"
The hot, thick wads of semen continued to spurt from his tool as he buried it deep in her tunnel. She held him tightly to her body as she felt his seed pumping from his shaft, and her body jerked with the powerful impact of his pleasure.
For her, the new day was dawning, and life would never be the same. She realized, with an almost aching pleasure, that for the first time in her life, there was truly a tomorrow she could look forward to.
