Maybelle's fingers curled around the long wooden handle, which made her think of a prick, and she stamped the customer's deposit slip quickly. She dropped the stamp as if it were hot, and the courtly customer tipped his hat.
"Y'all have a nice day, you hear?" said the snowy-haired gentleman in the cream-colored linen suit and black string tie.
"I'll try, Mr. Culpepper," Maybelle replied with embarrassment as he moved away from her window.
Why am I always thinking about nasty things like pricks and fucking, she wondered as she counted the deposit into a drawer, even with an old man like that? And why do my panties get damp so often? Have I forgotten how to be decent?
The sloe-eyed brunette looked up and gasped.
"Hello, Maybelle."
The next customer had been hidden from her view by Culpepper's broad-brimmed straw hat and bulky form, so it was as if he had materialized out of thin air, like the ghost from her past which he was.
"Uh . . . uh . . . Nick ... I mean, Mr. Del-man . . ." Maybelle blushed.
"Nick's fine." He was lean, hard-eyed, and handsome in a too-slick way. "How are you?"
Maybelle's mind swept back to the first time she had seen the sandy-haired man in the modish dark glasses. It was in her sister's apartment in Chicago, which Maybelle had shared for two weeks during the summer. She had walked in, earlier than planned, one Saturday afternoon and had found
Nick atop Arlene, on the living room sofa.
"Ooooooh, God!" her red-haired sister was groaning passionately. "Stick it way up there! Nick . . . oooh, you horny bull!"
The man's naked, firm rump was pumping between her sister's tilted thighs, and Maybelle couldn't help staring. His was the first bare ass that the prudish young woman had ever seen . . . except for her own in a mirror. And she had never before seen a couple making out. She had never made out with anyone.
Nick's head was buried in Arlene's neck, blocking her vision of Maybelle, while he saw nothing but his lover's fiery hair and delicate ear as he ground his hips sensuously and bobbed them up and down.
Arlene's tapering, pale legs crawled up over his back, encircling him. Most of her nakedness was hidden from Maybelle's view, as was the man's front. However, if Maybelle were to walk around in back of him, she thought, and look forward between his legs . . . .
She was a proper girl, but she couldn't resist the lascivious spectacle which involved her own sister, and which had burst so suddenly upon her consciousness that her defenses were unprepared. With her heart thudding, she crept around the edge of the room until she was standing in line with the sofa. Her violet eyes gasped, and her rosy lips parted in shock, as Nick's log-like penis drove rhythmically down and into Arlene's hair-fringed, moistly oozing hole. Nick's balls vibrated at the base of his shaft. Arlene's plump white buttocks circled quiveringly and reached up from the sofa cushion to absorb his lustful strokes into her cunt.
Maybelle's virginal vagina throbbed as she watched. Her nipples firmed in her bra.
The sight in front of her seemed gross, with all the hair and naked flesh, but it was unspeakably fascinating. How intent and excited Arlene and that man are, she thought. Who is he, anyway?
At the moment, he was nothing but a driving ass and a long, thick penis, as far as Maybelle's point of vantage was concerned. And her sister was all cunt-the ultimate female. Hardness was merging into softness and being swallowed by it, hairy lips clasping around the base of the deeply submerged rod.
Maybelle squirmed. She hadn't gotten so aroused since the evening back home when Johnnie Wheeler had taken her out in his car and managed to get his hand inside her panties. His fingers had toyed with her soft cuntal lips, making her hot as a firebomb. Still, she had scrambled out of his car and run up the road with her panties askew, nearly climaxing from the strokes of her upper thighs against her sizzling labia.
As she watched the strange man take Arlene, she couldn't help imagining it was her sister's body that he was driving his hardness into. She wondered how that would feel. Would it thrill her as it obviously was thrilling Arlene?
"Oooooh, that's so gooooood!" the red-haired girl exclaimed, clutching her lover more fiercely than ever and driving her hot hips against him.
His driving thrusts matched hers, and it was clear to Maybelle that they were striving toward a climax-the kind of feeling she herself got when she shamefully played with her own body.
"Uuuh . . . uuuuuhhh . . . OOOOOOH!" Arlene cried, and her hips jerked spastically.
The man's cock ground deep inside her, tremors shaking his body. His lean buttocks clenched.
Maybelle backed away unsteadily and managed to get out of the apartment without having been observed. She felt very warm and fluttery; her defenses were down. She hurried to the landing at the rear of the apartment house, dampness seeping through her panties to make her thighs slick above the tops of her stockings.
Her heart thumped as she backed into a corner of the stair landing, out of sight from the hallway. Her mind swirled giddily, and she pulled up her skirt and slip.
The sight would have been erotic in the extreme, if any man had been present to see it. Bare, creamy thighs above snugly encircling stocking-tops, cinched to taut white garter straps that extended up underneath her white panties. The shadow of Maybelle's deltoid patch of pubic hair showed faintly through the snowy nylon.
She rubbed herself there and tilted her head back, her raven hair tumbling behind her shoulders in glistening waves. Her softly sensuous lips parted to reveal the glint of white, even teeth and the moist rosiness of her tongue. Her dark eyes were like hot coals.
Dainty pink-lacquered fingertips glided under a leg elastic of her panties, and she stroked the thickly furred, velvet lips of her pussy. She panted and writhed.
Images, which were as lurid as her limited experience could make them, flashed in her mind- male on female, hips grinding . . . a nude, smiling man who was standing and facing her, his lower region at first hazy, then sprouting a column such as she had seen driving into Arlene, but with its details vague, because Maybelle had never seen a complete prick.
She rubbed her cuntal lips harder, loosening them and causing them to moisten more. Her fingertips became damp as the puffy, hair-covered r draperies parted, and she stroked the hard, hot tip of her clit.
"Ooooh!" she said to the empty vestibule.
Maybelle's hips writhed in sheer, silken briefs as she pinched the liver-like little folds that bracketed the tip of her clitty. The man whom she had seen on her sister was transferred magically to her, and she could almost feel his hard rod pumping into her, where no rod had ever gone.
She gyrated more heatedly and pinched her cuntal lips as she rubbed them against her throbbing clit-head. Her other hand rolled her full breasts through her dress and the cups of her bra. Her nipples were tingly little lumps on the other side of the thin fabrics.
She bumped her hips urgently as she approached a climax, stroking the firm, fiery tip of her clit. a moan ripped from her throat as her body jerked of its own accord, and blissful warmth coursed through her. All her tension melted away.
Sanity slowly returned and, with it, shame. Redness suffused Maybelle's soft, little-girlish cheeks, and her eyes were anguished.
She jerked her hand away from her shamefully gratified loins, letting her panty elastic snap back and her skirt and slip drop. The dampness of her vulva against her panty crotch was a disgusting reminder of her depravity.
It's bad enough to play with myself in bed, she mused distressfully, when the lights are out and I'm all alone. But to do it in broad daylight, in a public place, where someone might catch me . . . that's just awful! I'm a wicked, sinful person!
But how about Arlene, letting that strange man fuck her? Yes . . . FUCK! That's what they were doing. They were fucking, and that's a terrible thing! Uncle Hobart always said it's the worst thing a girl can do.
Maybelle had suspected Arlene was doing it, from the day she had arrived to stay with her older sister. Arlene hadn't admitted it, of course, but she was always talking about the different men she had met during the year she'd spent in Chicago, and giggling about them, and acting as if she was having so much fun.
I ought to get back to Peachville right away, Maybelle thought, where people are decent. I can be more decent there.
Of course, not everybody was decent in Peachville. How about John Wheeler, who had always been after her-and old Mr. Stebbins, at the bank, with his wandering hands and roguish eyes? Maybelle recalled how Stebbins once had cornered her among the filing cabinets and had squeezed her breasts as if he were testing fruit at the grocery store.
But most of the people down home were God fearing folk, like her Uncle and herself . . . and like her sister, before Arlene had moved to the wicked city.
"I said, how are you?" Nick's grin was oily, and amusement glinted in his gray eyes as he noted the pretty girl's confusion.
"What? Oooh ... I'm all right." Maybelle lowered her lashes. "Is there, uh, something I can do for . . ." She couldn't quite complete the sentence, because it suggested a memory even more shocking than her first recollection of Nick- something she tried never, never to think about.
"Yeah, honey," he said with practiced smoothness. "You can cash this little check. I need some pocket money."
Maybelle stared at the draft which he placed in front of her. It was drawn on one of the bank's temporary forms, made out to cash, and signed by Nick below a hand-printed notation, "Delman Industries." The amount was one hundred dollars.
"I ... I don't understand," Maybelle said. 'You don't have an account here, do you?"
"Honey, you're looking at the check."
"But . . ."
Maybelle's lush lower lip hung just slightly below its succulent mate, and Nick thought about shoving his cock through that super-soft portal, spreading her delightful lips wide around his thick shaft. She would suck cock beautifully, he thought, once he broke her in. She had a natural sensuousness, though she tried to suppress it.
"I live in Peachville now," he said with a disarming smile. "I'm starting a business. You must have been out on your lunch break when I was in the other day and opened my account, but my printed checks haven't gotten here from Kansas City yet. I talked to Mr. Stebbins."
Maybelle blushed crimson. "You didn't say ..."
"Of course not. The fact that we knew each other in Chicago is our little secret, if you want to keep it that way."
Shocking, lewd recollections tumbled through Maybelle's mind, causing her blood to race and her cunt to get all itchy. Shame suffused her.
"Uh, how do you w-want this?" Her hand trembled as she held his check.
'Twenties are fine."
"J-just a moment."
Maybelle turned and nervously crossed the small room to the index which told her Nick had a thousand dollars on deposit. The fact that he was in town rocked her equilibrium. Why Peachville? Was it because of her?
Nick gazed at her rounded, voluptuously shaped ass and could almost feel his hands spanning her pliant hemispheres, sinking into the resilient flesh. That, he thought, would be a perfect way to hold her while powering his prick in and out of her glidingly grabby twat.
She returned to the window and quickly counted out five twenty dollar bills.
"How about dinner tonight?" Nick asked.
"No!" Maybelle almost shouted, then glanced guiltily about to see whether anyone had overheard. Apparently they hadn't.
When the distraught young woman glanced back at the man on the other side of the counter, his slick grin had returned, his twinkling eyes deriding her.
"Why did you come here?" she demanded in a low but angry tone.
"Because I heard what a nice place Peachville is. And I figured it had to be nice, if a chick like you called it home."
'Then it was because of me!"
"Have dinner with me tonight and we'll talk about it." Nick's hand crept across the counter and grabbed hers.
She tried to pull away, but he held her fast while warm, embarrassing sensations coursed through her, reminding her of the only indiscretion of her twenty years. Her pussy heated up. and droplets of warm honey broke through the furry fissure to dampen the crotch of her panties.
"I can't have dinner with you!" she said, blushing furiously.
"Maybe it wouldn't be wise at that for us to be seen together in a restaurant. Okay, I'll pick you up at about nine and we'll go for a little drive. I want to have a nice long talk with you, baby."
"No!" Maybelle finally succeeded in jerking her hand free.
Nick took a billfold from the inside pocket of his expensively tailored jacket and put the twenty dollar bills away. Maybelle watched his manicured fingers slip a rectangle of stiff white paper out of his billfold. The paper looked blank to her until he turned it over and placed it on the counter.
She gasped. For a moment, she feared that she might faint.
Nick had put down a Polaroid print of her in the nude. But it wasn't just a plain frontal shot, as shocking as that might have been. The color photo showed her lying on a bed, with her knees up and her thighs wide apart. Her pussy was meatily unfurled, as if it had just surrendered possession of a long, thick rod. White globs of man-cream clung to her rosy folds.
"You can keep that," Nick said. "I have lots of others."
"You monster!" Maybelle hissed, her eyes flashing. Her breasts heaved, stiff nipples imprinting themselves on her Dacros dress.
Nick grinned. 'Tonight at nine, honey. I'll pick you up in front of your house. And you'd better be out there, waiting, unless you want me to walk up and ring the bell. Your uncle might wonder who I am-and just maybe you wouldn't want to tell him."
Nick turned and walked away from the counter.
Maybelle shut her eyes as the room seemed to be spinning. Her hand pressed against the shocking photograph, hiding it.
"Maybelle?"
Her eyes popped open as Sam Stebbins, the bank's manager, moved up behind her. She slid the photograph off the counter and dropped it into her money drawer, which she quickly .shut. Her brain was throbbing, and she felt her cheeks burn. t.
"Say, what's come over you, precious?" Stebbins asked in an unctuous drawl. "You look hot as a chitlin' right off the fire."
"It's n-nothing, Mr. Stebbins," she managed to reply, busying herself by shuffling some papers.
"If I didn't know you better, I'd figger that smooth-talkin' Northern fella got you all hot and bothered. Well, if you want to cotton up to him, I sure wouldn't mind. He's going to be a mighty important client of this bank."
The middle-aged manager's hand slid down Maybelle's back. Out of sight of the others in the room, he stroked her plump, shivery buttocks through her skirt. The Dacron glided against the even filmier nylon of her panties, creating a slippery sensation over springy softness. It was enough to make a man's cock hard.
Maybelle caught her breath, her giddiness dangerously heightening.
"P-please, Mr. Stebbins!" she panted, and wriggled away from him.
"Yeah, you've still got that don't-touch-me sign up, haven't you?" he commented, as if to himself. "But you're sure upset. Did that fella say something?"
"No!"
The stumpy, bald man squinted at her, his fringe of graying hair seeming to bristle around his ears.
"Well, you take good care of that Mr. Delman whenever he comes in," Stebbins advised firmly. 'That's what I came over to tell you. I want him to get the best service this bank can give." "Yes, sir," Maybelle said. Sure you're all right?" Yes."
After Stebbins gave her a final searching glance and walked away, Maybelle slipped the damaging photo out of the drawer and into her purse, which was on a shelf underneath the counter. She caught another fleeting glimpse of it, and time seemed to reverse itself, snatching her and hurtling her back to Chicago.
It was a hot and muggy afternoon of early summer, and the air conditioner in Arlene's apartment had quit working. She was at her office, and Maybelle was home alone.
The pretty brunette had shed her dress, slip and stockings, and was lying on the sofa in just her bra and silky, flesh-colored briefs. Why not, since nobody would walk in at that hour?
Her thighs were creamy perfection as they tapered from trim knees to soft, warm fullness where they might grasp a man's flanks. Her belly was a gentle undulation, her cute navel peeping over the elastic band at the top of her panties. Her breasts were roundly ripe, even when she lay on her back, and they swelled above her bra cups.
She was reading a story in a confession magazine-her secret vice. Though the scandalous goings-on of the characters shocked her, and made her feel all the more proud of her own virtuous life . . . they exerted a perverse attraction, like the flame which threatens to burn the moth that dances around it.
Maybelle squirmed as she read a particularly lurid passage, her soft ass settling deep into the sofa. The coarse fabric tickled her through her skin panties, adding to her excitement.
She was utterly engrossed, devouring the sexy description in the magazine, when the door of the apartment quietly opened. Nick Delman stood and stared at her. His eyes ignited, and a grin spread across his smooth features . . .
CHAPTER TWO
"Hot, isn't it?" Nick said, and shut the door.
Maybelle sat up as if she had been goosed. The titty flesh that oozed over her bra quivered. Her breasts fattened against the cups, as if they might burst through.
"You g-get out of here!" the shocked girl exclaimed, her cheeks reddening, and she extended an arm in front of her breasts while pressing her other hand against her panty-covered loins. Her magazine tumbled to the floor, lying open to a sexy illustration.
Nick's grin clung as his eyes flicked from the nearly naked live girl to the equally under-clad girl in the picture, who was attempting to fend off a rapacious male.
"Hot -reading for a hot day, hmm?" he commented.
"I said, get out!" Maybelle shrilled. "I'll scream!"
Nick held up a key on his ring. "This says I have a right to be here-as much right as you, since we're both guests of the tenant."
Maybelle had met Nick after she had caught him screwing her sister, and Arlene had made clear that he was the new light of her life. But Maybelle was surprised to learn she had given him a key to the apartment, particularly when Maybelle was staying there.
"What do you want?" she demanded hotly. "Arlene's not at home."
"I know that, honey," Nick said, standing next to the sofa and gazing down at her, his eyes dipping into the deep cleavage between her tits.
"Well?"
"You look cute in your undies."
Maybelle was shamefully embarrassed-and angry besides. "Will you at least turn the other way," she demanded, her cheeks flaming, "so I can go into the bedroom and put some clothes on?"
"I don't want you to put clothes on. I'd rather have you take off the ones you've got."
"You're filthy! Wait until I tell Arlene."
"You aren't going to tell anyone," Nick said, and dropped to the edge of the sofa, wrapping his arms around her.
Maybelle was bewildered. She wanted to scream and beat at the awful man, but she was afraid of what would happen if she were to make a fuss. The police would come, and there would be publicity, and her Uncle Hobart might find out.
"Pleeeease . . . !" she moaned helplessly, and tried to writhe free of Nick. But he was clutching her so firmly that she couldn't escape. Her breasts rolled in her bra against his chest, which firmed her nipples, while a bare thigh skidded against his legs as it extended across them.
The way Maybelle was sprawled, as she tried to struggle off the sofa, exposed her scantily covered crotch. Nick's eyes stroked the narrow strip of flesh-toned panty, appreciating the tiny black hairs that curled into view along its edges.
Maybelle gave a desperate lunge, trying to slide across the man's lap. This proved impossible, and her leg felt something which added to her distress: A hard column in the left leg of Nick's trousers!
"Noooooh!" she bawled. "Ooooh, God! Pleease! Let me gooooh!"
"Say, what's the matter with you?" Nick asked, laughing as he held her all the tighter. "You were reading sexy stuff. Why not live some of it?"
"NOOOOOOH!" she moaned, even louder than before. "I'M A. . . A. . . VIRGIN!"
Nick's prick throbbed powerfully in his pants, and Maybelle felt the response against her leg. She lost hope.
I stayed good until I was twenty! she thought, as if she were composing her own obituary. Then I couldn't help it! I was RAPED!
Nick's hot eyes admired her jiggly titflesh as he held her snugly against him. She was much more attractive than her sister, he thought, her plump curves combining baby fat with firmness to create a quivery effect that was maddening. Her cheeks had a baby look, also, and her mouth was lush and soft. But her eyes-God, those dark eyes might have belonged to Cleopatra! Her wavy hair was black as a crow's wing-marvelously enticing against her fair skin!
Nick unhooked her brassiere.
A new shock went through Maybelle when she felt her bra cups sag. The man drew back suddenly, yanking the ribbons of her bra off her shoulders and down her arms while she tumbled backward. Her bare tits leaped and quivered as she landed on her back on the sofa.
"God, they're beauties!"
"Ooooooh, noooooh . . . please . . . !" Maybelle clutched her breasts to conceal them and squirmed shamefully, pushing with her body against Nick's hands that held her down.
His fingers suddenly hooked around the elastic at the top of her panties, and he stripped her briefs inside out as he pulled the clingy garment out from under her bottom and along her thighs.
Maybelle kicked desperately, letting go of her breasts to grapple with Nick. Her full tits bobbed and jiggled like mounds of Jell-o with small cherries at their crests. Her silk pants were stretched between her churning knees, and the black, thick hair that bordered her slit was a powerful attraction.
Nick curled a hand around the center of her briefs, which he found excitingly damp, and he pulled fiercely, ripping the pants off her. He sent them winging across the room, and they hooked on a lampshade to dangle obscenely.
He grasped her knees, wrenching them wide apart, Maybelle became motionless, paralyzed by hot shame, as the man stared at her defenseless cunt. Raggedy little lips protruded slightly from her thick forest of black hairs. Her clit quite obviously was erect. Moisture glistened along the soft slit where her exposed inner labia met.
Nick pushed her legs back, spreading them even wider apart, and he stared at her small, puckered anus which had tiny black ringlets around it.
"Ooooooooh!" Maybelle shuddered, wanting to die.
Nick let her legs drop to the sofa, and he stood. Her wide eyes took in the hump at the front of his trousers.
"You're of age," he said as he stripped off his jacket, "and nobody will ever believe I raped you, since I'm a friend of your sister and all. She'll stand up for me-don't think she won't." He began unbuttoning his shirt.
"No . . . no . . . you can't do it!" Maybelle panted, cowering before him. She was trying to keep her breasts and pubes covered with her arms as she held her thighs together.
"I'm going to do it!" Nick firmly announced. "And you'll dig it, baby! That I promise you." He tossed his shirt aside.
Maybelle mentally fought with the same shameful impulses which had made her spy on Nick and Arlene, then had caused her to diddle herself in the hallway . . . the same wicked element of her nature which had made her dream about getting fucked and had led her to read scandalous stories. She shut her eyes while her flesh throbbed hotly.
I'm going to get it! she thought. Oh God, I'm going to get fucked at last!
She felt the sofa depress as Nick knelt on the edge of it. Something hard and heavy whomped her thigh, and her eyes popped open.
She could scarcely believe how long and awesome Nick's prick was as it stuck out and upward from his bushy loins, the bluish knob of it bare and shaped like a mushroom, the shaft ringed with blue veins that stood out. His balls were big and brownish, hanging from the base of his rod, with long hairs curling around them.
His cock terrified her.
I can't take that inside me! she thought. It will tear me apart!
She let out an anguished cry, and the sheer need for self-preservation caused her to struggle wildly against Nick's hands and the advancing pressure of his body. But it was too late to save herself, she realized, as he wallowed heavily atop her, his cock sandwiched upward between their bellies. It felt like a warm-bar of iron.
"Nooooh!" she pleaded. "Oooooh God, don't doooo it to me!"
Nick sealed his mouth to her succulent lips, his tongue spearing wetly between her teeth and into her mouth. Maybelle's senses swirled.
Nick arched himself enough to get his hands on her breasts, then pushed higher, breaking their kiss as he leaned on his elbows. He watched his powerful hands squeeze and wiggle her full, springy tits, rubbing the pliant mounds against each other. Her ruby nipples surged high, the pebbled disks around them swelling also.
Her breasts pulsated as never before. She shut her eyes and let her head loll, her moist lips parted.
Hot thrills streamed through her when she felt Nick's wet tongue swipe her nipples, bending the rubbery little protrusions. He clamped one of the throbbing buds between his lips and tugged at it.
"Oooooooh!" she moaned, squirming.
She felt abused as well as excited. How dare a strange man treat her this way? It was as if she were one of those girls that did it for money.
Nick rubbed her soft tits back and forth across his face, licking and sucking at her hot nipples. She felt his prick twitch against her belly.
Pretty soon he's going to drive that big rod into me! she thought. Oh, I won't be able to take it!
She resumed struggling, but it was a hopeless gesture. Her only salvation would have been to scream her lungs out, but she was more afraid of the scandal that would result than of the brutal penetration of her body which Nick was about to perform. Reason argued against her fear of the physical act-Arlene could take Nick's cock into her vagina, and it didn't hurt her.
He backed up, giving Maybelle's breasts a swiping stroke which compressed them, then let them leap free, jiggling wildly. Her nipples felt as if they would burst.
Nick looked down as he clutched his cock and rubbed its spongy head along the girl's oozing fissure. He picked up some of her moisture and added the clean, viscous dribbling from his own slit. The combination glazed his cockhead thoroughly.
He continued rubbing Maybelle's soft pussy up and down as he exerted greater pressure, parting her wet cuntal lips.
"NOOOOH!" she exclaimed, when she felt the shallow entry stretch her cunt open.
Nick paid no attention to her protest and probed a bit more deeply, finding the inner orifice of her channel. It felt to Maybelle as if a Mack truck were trying to enter her little tunnel-which wasn't even a tunnel yet, but only the mouth of one- and she recoiled, sinking her hips more deeply into the sofa. She whined fearfully.
Still manipulating his thrusting organ by hand, Nick ground its blunt snout against her shielded passage. The elastic flesh of her orifice stretched, as did her tender hymen, causing discomfort. Maybelle's fear of a greater hurt heightened, and she cried out.
When Nick had enough of his cockhead inside her to ensure a straight, clean thrust into the center of her belly, he drove his hips powerfully forward. The girl's maidenhead popped, causing a single flash of pain, then he was throbbing deep inside her, expanding her cunt around his thick rod.
"OOOOOH!" she said, her mouth and eyes wide open.
Nick began to withdraw and thrust, pumping his meaty hardness in and out of her previously un-penetrated pussy, and he felt the thrill that comes only to a man who is first to enter a nubile female. That was true conquest, worth risking a lot for. Nick felt he was risking little.
Maybelle was dismayed to feel his cylindrical hardness stroking up and down inside her. It didn't hurt. There was only a slight tenderness around her cunt's mouth. She didn't feel any pleasure, either-just fullness, and the strange sensation of being possessed, which offended her, because the possession was uninvited.
She writhed, the dark waves of her hair falling across her soft cheeks.
I'm being fucked, she thought in amazement, by this . . . this bum!
She pushed at him, but that did no good. His chest was hard as rock-just like his driving prick -and he pressed down against her while his hips worked tirelessly, pumping and grinding.
Gradually Maybelle felt the awakening of pleasure, not just in the bunched nerves of her clitoris, as when she played with herself, but all the way up her passage, which Nick was rippling with his knob-ended organ. She could feel the veins on his cock, as well as the horny ridge around its head, and they were starting to do wild things to her.
She shut her eyes and breathed more heatedly through parted lips. Her hands no longer made a pretense of pushing Nick away. She continued to detest him, but she wasn't afraid any longer. It had been so silly to think he could hurt her with his prick!
Her moist, soft pussy clasped him thrillingly, and the man's blood pounded in his veins. His cock throbbed inside her as he stroked.
"Aaaw, baby, you're great!" he groaned. "Give me some action! Drive you hot cunt against me!"
Maybelle was repelled by his vulgar entreaty. But she was growing more excited, and she did move her hips-just a little at first, then with greater concentration when she felt the heightened effect of their two organs driving at the same time.
"Uuuuuuh . . . ooooooh . . . shit!" Nick said.
Maybelle fucked harder. Her lush cheeks grew rosy, and her moist lips were parted. Her breasts squirmed against Nick's hard, hairy chest. Her hips writhed in the sofa cushions, reaching for the long, hard rod that thrust up into her gyrating center.
I'm no better than Arlene! she thought with increasing self-disdain. We're sisters, all right!
Her hips bobbed briskly against the hard-fucking male who was sprawled atop her. Perspiration formed a slippery bond between them. Maybelle's brain swam. Her nerves tightened. She was going to come, she realized with dismay. Then she let it happen as she drove her hips with unrestrained fervor, making her tits shake against the man and her asscheeks quiver above the couch.
"AAAAHHHHHRG!" he rasped, his cock jerking in her cuntal clutches. Waves of ecstasy swept her, and she knew she was crying out as she came like she had never done before, the throbs deep and satisfying while Nick spurted his hot lust inside her.
When the storm tapered off, Maybelle felt wonderfully relaxed. She was still bewildered by what had happened and by her response to it. Her body was glazed by sweat from her exertions, as was Nick's.
He pulled out and rose to his knees, his cock dripping. The girl gazed accusingly at him, her lush hips pressed poutingly together. They were so maddeningly enticing that he mashed them with his hard mouth, spreading them apart and driving his wet tongue into her. She felt an unpleasant twinge as his saliva dribbled down her throat.
He climbed off and turned away.
What if he made me pregnant? Maybelle suddenly thought, and sat up, her breasts bouncing.
"Oooh, if I have a baby . . . !" she said in a threatening tone, not knowing quite how to finish the declaration.
"You won't," Nick said as he walked toward the bathroom. "Not the first time. But you'd better ask Arlene for some of her pills."
Oh, no! Maybelle thought. I'm never going to do it again! OH, I'M SO ASHAMED!
Don't be silly! another part of her argued. He FORCED you!
That was true, as far as it went. But she had climaxed and taken pleasure, which made her guilty. Why couldn't life be a simple matter of white and black, of right and wrong?
Maybelle struggled to her feet, and her legs felt shaky. She noted a bit of blood on her thighs, and she turned quickly to see whether she had soiled the couch. She hadn't.
So I'm not a virgin any longer, she thought, still hardly able to believe it. Well, not many girls are virgins at my age, I suppose.
But wasn't that just rationalizing? Bad was bad!
There you go, thinking things are black and white again! she told herself. OH, HOW GOOD HIS BIG PRICK FELT INSIDE ME!
When Arlene arrived home from work that evening, she was surprised to find Nick and Maybelle watching television together.
"How long have you been here?" the redhead asked, staring at him.
He got up and took her into his arms, grinning. He kissed her, and their tongues stroked liquidly.
"You didn't answer my question," she said, a bit more softly. "What's the matter-no cars to sell this afternoon ?"
"I've been here for quite awhile," Nick said. "Your sister and I got acquainted."
Arlene's green eyes narrowed. "You didn't actually ..."
"I told you I was going to get her," Nick said blithely. "Hell there aren't many virgins to go after any more, so a man can't afford to pass up a chance. You're not mad-are you, baby?"
"I ought to be!" Arlene said.
"But you aren't."
Nick pulled her into his arms and kissed her again.
"So, how did you like it?" Arlene asked her baby sister, seeming to adjust to the new situation with remarkable ease.
Maybelle colored and looked away. "He forced me," was all she could reply.
Nick laughed.
"Okay, you big stud!" Arlene dropped into a chair. "For that, you're going to make dinner for us. But first you're going to pour us a couple of drinks."
"My pleasure," he said, and walked to the kitchen to get the bottle. "Have you got steaks in the fridge?"
"Yes."
Arlene studied Maybelle, her eyes softening. They even twinkled a bit.
"So my baby sister got screwed!" Arlene said. "In a way I'm glad, because now we can let our hair down with each other."
"I didn't like it," Maybelle pouted.
"You mean, you didn't come?"
"I didn't like it," Maybelle repeated, the color rising in her cheeks.
"Liar!" Arlene accused, and smiled wisely.
Maybelle knew, to her shame, that the accusation was true.
CHAPTER THREE
"Arlene . . . what are you dooooo-ing?" Maybelle demanded in consternation as her older sister joined Nick to lift her onto the bed.
"I want to watch you with him!" the redhead replied, slurring her words because she was drunk.
Nick chuckled, his eyes sharp. He had drunk as much as Arlene, but he didn't show it superficially. It was working inside him, though-Maybelle could tell that:
He and Arlene spread the pretty brunette on the bed and gazed down at her as if she were a sacrifice on Satan's altar.
"You just wait until Uncle Hobart finds out about this!" Maybelle exclaimed. "You hear me, Arlene?"
"You aren't going to tell Uncle Hobart anything!" her sister retorted. "Why shit, honey, you're gonna have the time of your life! Isn't that right, Nick?"
"Don't talk so much, Arlene. Let's just take her clothes off."
"NOOOOOOOH!" Maybelle bawled, and clung to her flimsy little dress.
She was no match for the determined, drunken pair who knelt on the bed at opposite sides of her, holding her down while they plucked at her clothing. They managed to push her dress up to her lap, denuding her succulent thighs, then Arlene rolled her onto her tummy in order to get at the zipper on her back.
The hem of Maybelle's dress cut across her buttocks, which were lightly clad in white panties. Nick gave another chuckle and pushed her skirt to the small of her back.
"You like that, don't you, you dog?" Arlene asked, watching somewhat jealously as he admired her baby sister's voluptuous ass.
He raised a hand and brought it down smartly across both cheeks of Maybelle's nylon-sheathed bottom. The blow made a sharp spattering sound, and compressed her loaf-like buttocks. Maybelle yelped. As Nick lifted his hand quickly, her ass-cheeks trembled in their thin cover. He spanked her again.
"Oooooh, that HUUUURTS!'' she cried. "Why are you dooo-ing it?"
Nick's eyes glinted brighter, and his lips formed a hard line as he beat a rapid tattoo against the girl's panty-clad bottom, making her plump rear cheeks jiggle wildly. In addition to the burning of her buttocks, Maybelle felt keenly humiliated. Uncle Hobart hadn't spanked her for several years -and not directly on her panties since she was a small child.
She squirmed, which caused her panties to pull up into the cleft between her pliant butt-cheeks, the leg elastics arching higher across her quivery mounds.
"Pull her pants off!" Arlene said, making herself out to be a Judas in Maybelle's mind.
Why was her sister joining the fiendish man to abuse and degrade her?
The answer was not long in coming, for Arlene said, as she helped Nick pull down her helpless sister's underpants:
"Spank her bare ass good! She's got it coming. She always tried to act like Little Goody Two-Shoes, but she's no better than I am!"
Maybelle wailed as the tormenting pair held her immobile on her stomach and Nick plucked her stretchy briefs off her feet to toss them aside.
"Now!" he said, his tone as sharp as the glint in his hard gray eyes.
He began to drub Maybelle's asscheeks with both hands, striking first one quivering, lush globe and then the other, making them dance erotically and blush rosy-pink.
"Ooooooh! Ooooooh! Oooooooh!" she cried in pain and humiliation.
"God, Nick, you've got a hell of a hard-on!" Arlene exclaimed.
"Take it out of my pants!" he husked, as he continued spanking Maybelle.
Arlene pulled down the zipper on his fly, and her cool hand snaked into his trousers. It came out clutching his firm, long pecker which obscenely stuck out and upward from the opening of his pants.
"Suck it!" he demanded, rolling Maybelle's burning ass under his hands.
She squirmed on the bed, twisting her head to see what was going to happen. She couldn't believe that her sister would actually . . .
Arlene did. Before Maybelle's shocked eyes, the sister who was two years her senior opened her pink mouth and took in the knob of Nick's thrusting cock. Kneeling next to him, she sucked on his meaty marvel, her cheeks rhythmically hollowing and her throat muscles working. She pumped her red head forward and back. Maybelle had never seen anything so filthy and lewd.
How must that taste? she wondered, her stomach lurching. Why, it's got all kinds of dirty germs on it! It's the thing he fucks with . . . and even pisses through!
Arlene didn't seem in the least concerned about where Nick's prick had been or what he had done with it. Her eyes were shut, and she was stroking her mouth on his large organ as if she really enjoyed it-the feel of it in her mouth, its taste and scent, everything!
Maybelle stared in abject fascination as her older sister gave head, and she forgot about the burning of her abused bottom. Nick also forgot the spanking he'd administering to Maybelle as her sister's clutching, slippery lips glided up and down, slowly and steadily, on his long, thick rod.
His hands remained on Maybelle's bottom, and they absently manipulated her pliant, rounded buttocks-squeezing and pressing the satiny globes together, rubbing them smoothly up and down against each other.
Maybelle cooed, mesmerized by the shocking but thoroughly fascinating sight of her sister pumping her mouth on Nick's cock . . . and by the soothing sensation of his hands, stroking and fondling her warm, tingly asscheeks. Even when he pulled her rubbery buttocks apart and looked at her asshole, she hardly thought anything about it. It just felt good.
"I've got to . . . have something!" Arlene panted, as she let her lover's big prick escape from her mouth and bob up and down.
"Okay, babe . . . you just get over here and kiss your sister's ass, while I drive you home from in back-okay?"
"Oooh, Nick, I don't kiss asses!" Arlene complained.
"Well, you can kiss this one. I'll bet it's clean as a whistle. And Maybelle would sure appreciate it-wouldn't you, honey?"
"Ooooooh, nooooh . . . I don't want anybody to . , . uuuuunnnnhhh!"
Arlene was bending over her bottom, licking her abused, burning buttocks. The older girl's moist, abrasive tongue offered an oddly stimulating caress, which soothed and excited at the same time.
Nick scrambled around on his knees behind Arlene. Maybelle watched, wide-eyed, as he whipped her sister's skirt up over her back.
"Goddamned panty-hose!" he muttered as he curled his fingers around the top of the anti-erotic garment and yanked it down, along with the hipster briefs which Arlene wore underneath.
The red-haired girl's thighs were spread and her bottom elevated as she bent over Maybelle, causing her furry cunt to peep out from between the tops of her alabaster thighs. The curls on the thick outer lips of her pussy were as fiery as the hair on her head, and Nick bent to swipe those plushy lips with his tongue. This gave Maybelle added excitement as she watched.
It excited Arlene, also, and she let her wet tongue skid into the crack between her sister's satiny, plump buttocks.
"Oooooh, noooooh!" Maybelle protested shamefully as she felt her sister lick her tight, tingly asshole.
Nick dropped his pants and shorts. His stiff cock whipped wildly as it bounded above the descending waistband of his briefs. He clutched his long rod and brought it up to Arlene's invitingly poised, moist cunt.
"AAAAAAWWWWW!" she groaned passionately between Maybelle's buttocks as the man's long, hard prick glided into her.
She continued licking her sister's asshole as Nick fucked her from behind.
Maybelle was fit to be tied. She had never even imagined such lewd goings-on, much less that she would be a party to them. The fact that she was getting terribly excited dismayed her.
Arlene became more and more excited, also, as Nick's knob-ended cock poked rhythmically into her from behind, fucking her as a bitch got fucked. She rotated her ass, which wasn't as plump as her baby sister's, though it had learned in the last few months how to thrill and satisfy a man. Her welcoming, wet flesh absorbed Nick's horny thrusts and squirmed delightfully around his throbbing shaft.
She bent lower, sticking her nose between Maybelle's buttocks as she licked her baby sister's black-haired, oozing twat.
But from the way Maybelle's ass was grinding and bumping against her elder sister's face, it was clear that she enjoyed the latter's mouth-loving immensely-almost as much as Arlene enjoyed being pronged behind by Nick's lustfully deep-reaching cock.
The heat which still suffused the stuffy little apartment was enhanced by the warmth generated in the threesome's bobbing, grinding flesh. Perspiration plastered Arlene's bra against her throbbing breasts. Droplets rolled down Nick's face and made his halls sticky as he pumped his prick in and out of her rotating rear. Dew dribbled along the cleft of Maybelle's rump, mingling with the honey that oozed from her licked pussy as Arlene ground her face into her sister's sweetly fragrant, stimulating ass.
Nick watched Arlene made unabashed oral love to her sister while he stroked his prick in her cunt, and he suddenly felt an irresistible urge to switch girls. Maybelle was the one he had to have!
He pulled his dick out of Arlene, causing her to raise her head with a gasp. He cruelly pushed her aside and crawled up to Maybelle's raised bottom.
"Oooooooooooh!" she whined as she felt his prick spear her, giving no pain this time. He encountered only the kind of snugly encircling resistance that a man loved.
He fucked in and out of Maybelle's lusciously clasping, slippery cunt while Arlene looked on in frustration.
"Get your camera!" Nick husked. "It's got film in it, hasn't it?" "Yes, but ..." "Get it!"
He fucked Maybelle harder, ramming her titties jigglingly against the bed, her cheek pressing the sheet.
Arlene scrambled off the bed to obey Nick's demand. She had learned, early in their relationship, that he wouldn't tolerate a refusal about anything. Things either happened his way ... or else.
But why did he want the camera? she wondered.
He pulled his wet prick from Maybelle, so that he could roll her onto her back and take the rest of her clothing away. He had to see and play with her titties while he finished fucking her.
She no longer had the strength or desire to resist him, and she tumbled with all the suppleness of a rag doll. He pulled her loose dress off, then took her bra away, and her beautiful breasts bobbed free.
"Ooooooh, get back inside meeeel" she begged wantonly, shaming herself by her own wickedness. But what else could she do? She needed Nick's big, hard cock!
He seemed willing to take all the time in the world, as he bent to her hobbling breasts while she writhed before him. He shoved the satiny mounds together and licked her throbbing nipples. He caught a rosy, rubbery stud in his mouth and tugged on it, stretching her titty and shaking it to and fro while he sucked.
Arlene returned from the closet, carrying her Polaroid camera. She placed it down on the bed while she quickly removed the rest of her clothes.
Her breasts were perky but small, unlike her baby sister's fully rounded, lush boobs.
Nick grasped Maybelle's legs and boosted them high in the air, while spreading them wide apart. He let his prick find its own way into her wet and puffily gaping slit. She moaned in lewd gratification when she felt his columnar hardness glide all the way up inside her.
"You like being fucked, don't you?" he asked as he gazed down at her flushed, passion-charged face. A wave of black hair curved wantonly across a fair, soft cheek.
"Yesssss! Ooooh, yesssss!" Maybelle hissed, feeling like a slut but not caring at the moment. Nick's big, fat cock felt too good inside her, "Say it!" he demanded. "Tell me what you want!"
"I want. . . your prick!" Maybelle exclaimed in dismay as she bumped her hot cunt around him.
"What do you want me to do with it?" he asked as he held his cock tantalizingly still inside her.
"FUCK MEEEEE!" she wailed. "OOOHH YESS . . . FUCK ME LIKE CRAY-ZEEEEE!"
Nick drove his hot rod in and out of her clasping, slippery cunt at rapid speed, slapping his straight middle against her perspiring, soft belly. The erotic sounds of flesh striking damp flesh filled the room, accompanied by Maybelle's frenzied moans and the man's lustful groaning.
Arlene spread her legs and rubbed her hotly tingling clit head as she watched. Her fingers were a poor substitute for Nick's cock, but the sight in front of her, as she watched her self-righteous baby sister get screwed, made up for the lack. How Maybelle loved it! That was the greatest kick of all, salving Arlene's smoldering guilt and making her feel at last that she was no worse than the younger girl, who had always seemed so pure and was the apple of their puritanical uncle's eye.
Nick fucked Maybelle with everything he had, and she squealed, kicking her legs in the air. Her titties bounced up and down, nearly hitting her on the chin. She flopped her head from side to side in wanton abandonment as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. Her black, lustrous hair whipped across her face.
"OOOOOOH!" she bawled, and came gloriously, with Nick's cock jerking and spurting inside her. She didn't even think about the risk of having a baby as she embraced the luscious orgasm that sent wave after wave of luscious warmth rolling through her.
"Get the . . . fuckin camera ready!" Nick rasped at Arlene.
She was coming also, with two fingers shoved up her twat, and she couldn't respond to his demand immediately. But she soon recovered and pulled her wet hand free. Tremblingly she grasped the camera and lifted it.
Maybelle scarcely knew what was going on, and cared even less, as Nick pulled his softening penis from her.
"Shoot!" he directed Arlene. "But keep me out of it."
Maybelle's sister obediently complied, a flash brightly illuminating the room.
Flash after flash followed while Nick held the fucked girl's pussy open with his fingers so that the camera could see the sperm clinging to her rosy inner folds. Arlene had another small orgasm as she clicked the shutter and ripped off a photo that came rolling out.
She didn't know what Nick intended to do with the pictures she was taking, but the mere fact that they existed gratified her, because they were irrefutable evidence that Maybelle was as human and sensuous as she-not their uncle's goody-goody girl any longer.
Finally Nick and Arlene stopped to look at the pictures she had snapped, leaving Maybelle to return to sanity with the sickening realization that she had proved herself an utter slut.
But not any more-oh, never, never again! she assured herself, that being the only solace she could find.
All those shame-producing memories came tumbling back though Maybelle's mind as she glimpsed the shocking photograph which Nick had placed before her in the bank. Her panties were sopping wet. Her cheeks were flushed. Her hands trembled as she tended to her next customer, causing the middle-aged woman to scowl at her and wonder what she had been up to.
Tonight at nine! Maybelle kept thinking. I can't keep that date!
But if I don't . . . what will Nick do? He said he had other pictures, and I remember now-he and Arlene took a lot of them! Oh, why did I let them do that? Why did I ever give in to that awful man?
Maybe I should quit my job and leave home. But where would I go? I don't have much money, and everyone would wonder why I left. What would Uncle Hobart think?
OH GOD!
The room seemed to spin slowly, and the tormented girl felt as if she were about to faint.
Stebbins was still buzzing about behind the tellers' stations, keeping his eye on her because she was acting so strangely. The other teller, strait-laced old Hattie Osterfeld, was watching her, also.
"M-Mister Stebbins!" Maybelle suddenly said as she turned to face him. "I really d-don't feel to well. May I be excused . . . please?"
"Why, sure thing!" he said solicitously, squinting as he approached her. "You want me to call Doc Pierce?"
"No, I . . . I'll be all right. I just need to lie down for awhile."
"You just use the couch in my office," Stebbins said, a new light flickering in his eyes.
The rest of the employees watched as the manager guided Maybelle to his private office at the front of the small bank. She leaned against him as they approached the open door, and he let her precede him inside. He followed, shutting the door behind him.
"You know, Maybelle . . ." he began thoughtfully as he helped her to the worn leather sofa, "I understand how a girl like you could suffer a lot, under the watchful eye of an old prude like Hobart Peters, not giving you a chance to . . . uh . . . develop and find out about life the way a healthy young woman should."
Seated on the sofa, Maybelle gasped as she felt the banker's lewd hand glide up underneath her skirt . . .
CHAPTER FOUR
'There there, precious . . . now don't you get all uptight . . . Mr. Stebbins knows what you need . . ."
"But I don't!" Maybelle exclaimed. "I mean, you mustn't! This isn't right! Oooooooh, Mister Stebbins . . . !"
The bald little man rubbed a stubby finger against her soft, warm pussy, caressing it through the damp silken shield of her panties, and she couldn't keep from spreading her thighs apart as she shamefully shut her eyes. What he was doing felt so very good!
"A sweet young lady like you," he crooned softly, "can get all the satisfaction she needs without doing anything wrong . . . without losing her precious innocence. You understand what I'm saying?"
"N-no, Mr. Stebbins, I don't." She caught her breath. "Oooooh, God! Keep doing that!"
Maybelle's head was flopped wantonly back against the top of the sofa, and her brain seemed to spin as the middle-aged banker bent to watch his finger stroke her blue panty crotch, pressing the firm little shaft of her clitoris and her oozing slit. His eyes goggled as he took in her bare, creamy thighs above the tops of her stockings.
He pushed her skirt and slip all the way to her lap so that he could appreciate the total beauty of her thighs and her panty-clad hips. He knelt on the floor in front of her and stroked her thighs along the straps of her garters. His hands crept across the narrow elastic leg bands of her briefs and curled around her soft, nylon-sheathed hips. He drew her forward so that she was sitting on the edge of the sofa, and he lifted her legs in the air, spreading them wide apart.
Maybelle would never have permitted such a shocking thing if it weren't that Stebbins had caught her at a vulnerable moment, when she was aflame with the memories of Chicago, which she had suppressed for the last couple of months. She hated herself for letting him do what he was doing, but she couldn't help yielding to it as her senses swirled and she bit her lip against the wanton throbs of pleasure that coursed through her.
Stebbins licked a tasty thigh, which was smooth as ivory but so very much softer, his tongue running from the ribbed top of her stocking all the way to her panty crotch. His pug nose rubbed the clingy, damp nylon, and he breathed in the heady scent of her arousal.
"So sweet ... so luscious . . . !" he purred, his lips moving lewdly against her pants. Then he licked her other thigh from panty to stocking.
Holding her legs high in the air, with her back bent like a pretzel, the lascivious man had access to her bulgy buttocks, as well, and he licked them along the clasping elastics of her panties.
Maybelle went into a veritable swoon from the warm, wet excitement of his tongue. She flopped her head to and fro, her hair tumbling softly across her cheeks.
Stebbins rested her legs on his shoulders and bent very low, pressing his mouth against the portion of her panties that covered the center of her twat. He kissed and sucked her pussy through the nylon, drawing her tangy nectar through that fine screen.
"Oooooh, take my panties off!" she shamefully heard herself beg.
'Yes . . . yes ... my angel ..." Stebbins said passionately, and his hands glided to the top of the delightful garment, under the folds of her outer clothing. His fingers curled around the elastic band and drew her panties down. He slipped the silky briefs out from under her bottom and along her thighs as he gazed at the luscious pussy he had uncovered.
What a hairy little snatch it was!
Stebbins drew Maybelle's panties all the way down and left them looped around one of her ankles. As he spread her thighs wide apart, her pussy opened to him, its ragged little lips puffing out between the hair-covered outer labia. . She was so wet! She smelled so very good!
The banker pressed his face to her twat and commenced licking.
This was the first time Maybelle had gotten her cunt licked by a man and she felt like climbing the walls from sheer, giddy excitement.
"Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!" she panted, as her hips bumped out of control, rubbing her wet, warm pussy all over Stebbins's face.
He reveled in the marvelous scent and taste of her, and the feel of her wiggly cunt-flesh against his tongue and lips. He plowed through the elastic, slippery folds, licking the hot, hard tip of her clitoris. He licked her hairy outer labia as well, plastering the tendrils against her velvety flesh.
Maybelle clamped her stocking-clad legs around the back of his bald head. She bumped her twat hotly against him.
Oh, look at me! she thought. God, what a slut I am! But I love it... I LOVE IT!
Stebbins ground his parted lips into her succulent snatch and drank her honey, slurping noisily. The room seemed, to spin around her. She quaked. She throbbed. Suddenly she came, and it was like a dam bursting as Maybelle showered gushes of rich cream onto Stebbins's lapping tongue and down his gulping throat.
He kept licking and slurping, a lustful groan gurgling in his throat, as the girl gradually returned to sanity and gained a grip on herself.
WHY DID I LET HIM DO IT? she thought in abject humiliation. WHAT WAS I THINKING OF?
She grasped the banker's bald head and pushed fiercely, dislodging him from between her thighs and sending him rocking backward. Her eyes brimmed with shame, her fair cheeks florid, as she lurched to her feet, her skirt and slip dropping to conceal the luscious parts that Stebbins sinfully had enjoyed.
"Don't go yet!" he begged. "Precious!"
On his knees, looking beseechingly up at her, he seemed an utter fool, rather than the boss she always had been frightened of.
She hurried to the door on shaky legs, and was still somewhat dizzy. She felt awfully wet between her thighs, and she realized she didn't have her panties on. Looking down dazedly, she saw the blue undies looped about one of her ankles, dragging on the carpet.
"Goodness!" she exclaimed, suffering a new wave of humiliation. She bent to pull her panties up.
Stebbins had crawled after her, and began tugging at the stretchy garment, nearly causing her to lose her balance. She had to lean against his shoulder.
"What are you doooo-ing, you filthy old ... !" Maybelle caught herself just in time, before she said something even worse.
The middle-aged banker didn't seem to hear her scornful words. He was totally intent upon working her panties over her shoe. He managed to do that, and clutched the wad of soft, dam nylon in his pudgy fist.
"Give me my panties!" Maybelle demanded.
"No, I want them!" Stebbins bleated. "Ooh please let me keep them as a souvenir!"
"My God!" she said in dismay, and pushed a her tangled hair.
Stebbins was holding her panties against h' face, his eyes shut as he breathed deeply of the erotic fragrance that her undies exuded. Looking down at him, Maybelle realized how pitiful really was and what power she had over him.
"All right, keep my panties!" she snapped. "B I'm taking the rest of the day off!"
"Yes . . . yessssss . . . oooh, my precious . . anything that you want!"
She turned and strode from his office, her cheeks flaming. She didn't look right nor left as s' exited the bank. Walking down Main Street, with no pants on, she felt like a whore . . . but the awareness of her power over men, which had come suddenly in Stebbins's office, grew stronger and tended to offset her shame.
Back in his private sanctum, the banker inhaled the delightful fragrance of Maybelle's underpants while he knelt before a wastebasket which was lying on its side. He was pumping his stubby prick in his fist, groaning and writhing. He shot off, his sperm spurting into the crumpled papers.
By the time Maybelle arrived at the old white house on Lee Street where she lived, she had calmed down. Her color had returned to normal, and no one would have imagined that anything untoward had happened.
She opened the screen door and stepped into the cool interior of the large house.
"What are you doing home from work, girl?" Hobart Peters challenged as he appeared in the doorway of the library.
"Oh, I . . . uh . . . had a headache, and Mr. Stebbins gave me the rest of the day off," she told the white-haired man who had raised her and her sister from young childhood after their parents had died in a car crash.
"Hmph!" Hobart said, scowling. "A little headache shouldn't keep you from doing your work! This isn't like you, girl."
"Well, maybe not, Uncle," she replied a bit tartly as she started up the stairs. "But perhaps I'm different now."
"What? Come back down here and tell me what you mean by that!"
"Later, Uncle. I want to lie down for awhile."
Maybelle went into her room and shut the door.
The tall, paunchy man in suspenders, white shirt, and baggy trousers stood gazing up the stairs after her, wondering what had gotten into her head. The he uttered another humph and returned to the library where he had been going over the files of his real estate holdings. The MacAllister mortgage was ripe to be foreclosed, he decided.
Maybelle lay on her back on the bed and stared at her familiar dusky-pink ceiling as she pondered unfamiliar thoughts. The new and daring notions had come to her in the last twenty minutes,, and she wasn't comfortable with them yet. But they were worth further consideration.
All these years she had cow-towed to her Uncle, and to people like Mr. Stebbins, thinking she had to do so. But perhaps she didn't have to. Perhaps she didn't have to let any man boss her around.
Perhaps she could make them jump through hoops, all of them, if she just had the courage to do it!
She couldn't shake the startling new impression she had gained from the bank manager as he knelt in front of her, begging for her favors. She had let him push her over, when she could have bargained with him and gotten something in return.
But was that decent?
Decency! she scoffed. What was it anyway? Perhaps it was just a screen that people like Stebbins-yes, and her Uncle, too-hid behind. She knew about her Uncle's dirty deals, taking advantage of people who were down on their luck, granting loans at high interest and gaining liens on their properties, many of which he foreclosed. He owned half of Culpepper County, as a result.
And old Henry Culpepper was another example of hypocrisy. The aging scion of a proud family, he masqueraded as Mister Virtue while he bled the poor sharecroppers that worked his land.
Wait a minute, Maybelle! an inner voice warned. You had a crazy experience today, and you're letting it run away with you. You're trying to get off the hook of guilt-that's what it is! Just because Nick screwed you in Chicago, and Stebbins sucked you between the legs today, you're trying to convince yourself that all men are no good so that you'll seem all right by comparison. That won't wash!
You always knew Stebbins was a rascal-or, at least, you suspected it. But Uncle Hobart is good. He doesn't really cheat anyone; he's just sharp at business. That's the way people have to be to get ahead.
Maybelle pulled up her skirt and sighted along her body, looking at the dark, long hairs that rose wispily from her mons. Her pink-tipped fingers glided down there, and she rubbed the soft, pliant lips of her cunt, which were still faintly damp from her shameful exudings and from Stebbins's saliva. That dirty old man!
But how about the dirty young woman who had let him make weird love to her-AND HAD ENJOYED IT!
Maybelle's mind was thoroughly confused again, with guilt the dominant emotion that she felt. As she held her hand over her pussy, as if to protect it, her thoughts turned to Nick and the date she had with him that night.
What did he want, she wondered-only he body, or was there something else that had brought him to Peachville? She'd had the impression in Chicago that he was a shady operator of some kind, working on the fringe of respectability. He had said he sold cars, but he was free to come and go as he pleased-even Arlene had doubted that he was a regular salesman. Still, he dressed well and always seemed to have money in his pocket.
Maybe she would find out tonight what he really did for a living, Maybelle speculated. That Delman Industries-what was it?
Maybelle had made up her mind that she would have to meet the awful man. She couldn't risk having him spread dirty pictures of her all over town.
She rolled onto her face, a fresh recollection of what had happened in Chicago bringing a new wave of shame. Her well-rounded buttocks quivered in the nude, framed delightfully by her garter belt and stocking tops. She reached back and idly stroked her pliant, softly firm ass.
I can't give in to Nick tonight! she vowed. I just can't! I've got to have more strength than I had today with Mr. Stebbins.
She could, still feel the tongue of the dirty little bank manager as he licked her pussy shamefully. What a thrill!
NO! her conscience retorted. It was horrid! Lots of things are exciting, but that doesn't mean they're good. I've got to try harder to resist the wrong things!
Why has that been so difficult lately?
Maybelle got up and paced.
Downstairs, her uncle heard the ceiling of the old house creaking softly, and he knew that his niece was walking back and forth.
That girl hasn't been the same ever since she got back from Chicago, he mused. I wonder what really happened there. God knows how Arlene is living these days! She always had a wild streak, and now that she's been on her own for over a year . . .
Maybe I should have a good long talk with Maybelle, he thought, looking up.
Having just decided that she needed a bath, she took off her dress. She walked to the closet to fetch a robe, then carried it to the door, feeling she could safely cross the hall in her half-slip and bra, since her uncle was downstairs.
She opened the door and caught her breath as she confronted him.
"I ... I was coming up to have a talk with you," he said, obviously nervous about catching her in her slip and bra.
Maybelle saw his eyes stroke down her front. She didn't realize that the dark V-shaped shadow of her pubic patch showed through her slip.
"Girl, are you traipsing around with no underpants on?" her uncle demanded, color rising in his flabby cheeks.
"What?"
Maybelle looked down and saw the shadow of her pussy hairs. She was mortified and covered her loins with her hands as she blushed furiously.
"Answer me!" Hobart cried self-righteously. "Where are you pants?"
Maybelle's new-found defiance flared. "My panties are none of your business!"
"They are if you've quit wearing them-or, worse yet, if you let some Jasper take 'em off you!"
"Uncle!" Maybelle exclaimed, feigning shock at his oblique accusation.
Hobart was a past-master at reading people's eyes. He'd had to develop that trait to become successful in his speculations. Knowing right away that his young niece was hiding something, he backed her into the room.
"You better tell me what's going on!" he said. "I've got a reputation to protect in this town."
"There's nothing . . . going on!" Maybelle maintained, though guilt stuck out all over her. "Just leave me alone, Uncle Hobart!"
"No, by golly! I won't! I'm going to find out what's come over you, and right now. You're not too old to taste a little old-fashioned discipline!"
Hobart lunged at the girl, and she tried to sidestep him. But he caught her by a wrist and sent her toppling across the bed. She rolled onto her belly, her flimsy slip winding up. The white-haired man gazed at her full, creamy thighs and the plump rondures of her buttocks which peeped nakedly below the lacy edge of her slip.
His old penis twitched.
Ever since Maybelle had attained voluptuous maturity, he had harbored an illicit lust for her. He had never done anything about it, because the idea was too shocking.
But where was the wrong in spanking a niece who deserved punishment?
Hobart sprang to the bed, on his knees, and held Maybelle down, his left hand pressing the small of her back. He eyed her lush buttocks which were enticingly half-exposed, and he raised his right hand above them.
"Uncle Hobart!" Maybelle shrieked. "Nooooh!"
He brought his hand down stingingly against her bottom, causing her fleshy curves to shake. Her slip bounced entirely off them. The old man's eyes glinted lustfully as he spanked his niece's bare ass.
"Oooooh, Uncle Hobart!" she cried, smarting from pain and humiliation. "Pleeeeeease!"
His hand slapped her bottom again and again, making her cheeky buttocks jiggle. They were so springy-firm and smooth-and so luscious to look at-that Hobart's cock stiffened out as he spanked her.
"This'll teach you ..." he panted as he kept slapping her bottom, "not to go around . . . with no pants on!"
"Oooooooohl" she bawled. "Stop it! Oooh, Uncle Hobart!"
An ache in his arm forced him finally to stop the spanking. When he realized how aroused he had become, he was dismayed and lifted his other hand from Maybelle's back.
She quickly clambered off the bed, giving him the merest glimpse of thick black hair and puffy flesh between the tops of her thighs, and she streaked for the door, snatching up her robe on the way. She ran across the hall to the bathroom where she took refuge, locking the door and leaning against it. The tormented girl cried, her bottom burning fiercely.
There was a worse ache in her soul-an ache that would have to be treated some way, and she didn't know how.
CHAPTER FIVE
Darkness had descended over Peachville, and a breeze whispered through the magnolias along Lee Street, chasing the heat of the day.
Maybelle waited tensely in front of her house. She had dressed up for Nick, in a floral-printed silky thing that accentuated her lush curves and dipped a bit at the bodice to reveal the creamy cleft between her breasts. She wasn't trying to intrigue him, she assured herself, but her pride dictated that she should appear at her best.
At exactly nine o'clock, a car moved slowly up the street and stopped in front of her. It was a rakish two-door, low and sleek.
Nick leaned across to open the door on the passenger side. "Smart girl, Maybelle!" he said.
She settled into the vinyl bucket seat and swung her legs around. The hem of her flimsy skirt glided back, and her stockings gleamed in the soft glow of the courtesy light. She shut the door, and the car glided forward, its engine purring throatily.
"All right-what do you want to talk about?" she asked curtly.
"That's not a very warm greeting," Nick said, "considering all we meant to each other in Chicago."
"We never meant anything to each other, and you know it," Maybelle retorted, though the reference to Chicago brought a warmth to her cheeks. Lurid images of his stiff prick and her submissive flesh streaked through her mind, like a satyr chasing fawns in a forest. "Why are you here in Peachville?"
"Okay, I'll be up-front with you. I'm here to work a deal on your bank."
Maybelle froze. "A d-deal?"
"Yeah. No reason why you should be concerned about the details of it. I'll fill you in on them when the time comes. I just want to make sure you'll be ready to lend some cooperation when needed."
"What kind of cooperation?" she asked warily.
"Later," Nick said, and broke into a grin. "So, how's your sex life, now that you're a liberated lady?"
"Look . . ." Maybelle said, "I don't know what you have in mind, but I'm not going to have anything to do with it. Do you understand?"
"No. But this isn't the time to discuss it. Got a boyfriend?"
'Take me back home!"
Nick turned a corner, heading into the countryside. Maybelle's tension increased. She began to think it was a mistake to meet him-but there were those damning pictures of her that he held, the ones that showed her with her legs spread wide and his sperm clinging to the rosy flesh of her pussy.
"I've been thinking a lot about you, baby," he said. "You made quite an impression on me."
"You made an impression on me, too-as a rat!"
He chuckled. "Let's quit fencing. I not only want your help in this deal I'm going to pull, but I want us to be like we were last July."
"No chance!" Maybelle said hotly, her pulse beginning to pound.
Nick turned onto a dirt road between two fields and brought his car to a stop, cutting off the lights and engine. "Are you on the pill?" he asked.
Maybelle reached for the door handle, but Nick grasped her arm, holding her in the car.
"How would you like it if your uncle got a picture of you, bare ass on a bed, with your legs open . . . and a man's fingers holding your cunt open, too?"
"You . . . you . . . !" Maybelle didn't have the word to suit.
"I could send Uncle a picture and still keep you under pressure at the bank," he pointed out, "because your uncle wouldn't show the photo to anyone else. But he'd make things hot for you at home-right?"
"What do you want?" Maybelle heard herself ask, her tone low and raspy.
'That's more like it." Nick chuckled. "I want you, honey-like Chicago-but I don't think we'd better take chances if you're not protected. I wouldn't want to knock you up."
"Well, I'm not protected," Maybelle was quick to say. "I'm not a loose woman!"
"People still talk that way down here in the sticks, hm?" Nick observed with amusement.
"Please take me home!"
"Okay, baby-right after you give me some head." "What?"
"Head. You know what that means, don't you?"
"Well, I . . . I . . ." Maybelle heard the term, but she wasn't sure exactly what it meant. If she had the correct suspicion, the idea shocked her.
"That way, you won't have any worries," Nick went on. "I never heard of a girl pregnant from sperm in her throat."
"Oooh, NO!" Maybelle exclaimed, and tried once again to get out of the car.
Nick's hand was like a steel clamp around her bare arm, holding her helplessly in her seat.
"Why are you tormenting me?" she demanded, anguish filling her voice.
"I'm not. I just want you, that's all. And I want you to help me with my deal later-that's why I came to Peachville, because Arlene told me you worked in the bank."
"I could quit!"
"But you won't. Jobs around here aren't too easy to find, I'll bet. Anyway, what I want you to do will be painless-and right now, it will be fun. Like Chicago."
"NO!"
"Baby, I've taken enough shit from you!" He flicked on the car's interior light. "Open my pants."
Maybelle stared at his lap, which was just across the car's console from her. Her nerves drew taut as fiddle strings, and a revulsion stirred inside her. She couldn't do what he had demanded, she thought.
"I . . . I'll let you have me," she said shamefully, "but not the way you said."
"No good. I'm not going to take a chance knocking you up. And I don't want to get my clothes all dirty out there on the ground. Also, one of your hot-shot deputy sheriffs might come along and catch us screwing-would you like that?"
"I hate you!" Maybelle said, her cheeks blazing. "Open my pants."
"You . . . you're just trying to degrade me!" "Bullshit! I like head. Haven't you ever given it?"
"Of course not!"
"But you've had it given to you. I watched your own sister do it."
"Ooooh, please . . . !" Maybelle shut her eyes, as if that could blot out the wicked recollection.
"Baby, we're wasting time. Take down the top of your dress so I can see your titties."
Maybelle's shame intensified, and her sickening sense of dread, also. She didn't see how she could avoid bowing to the man's obscene demands.
He reached around her and lowered the zipper at her back. "Down it comes," he said, drawing the dress off her smooth shoulders and along her lightly tanned arms.
Maybelle's breasts swelled lusciously above a low-cut, lacy bra.
"Please . . ." she murmured, but it was hardly loud enough to hear.
Nick reached around her a second time and unhooked her brassiere. He drew the flimsy harness away.
Maybelle tried to cross her arms shyly over her breasts, but his hands prevented that. He visually caressed the beauty of her thrusting, superbly shaped boobs, which were bathed softly in the glow from the dome light. Her nipples were rosy and growing stiff.
"You've got the tits of a showgirl," Nick said. "Ever thought of getting that kind of job in Atlanta or some place? You'd even wow 'em in Vegas."
Maybelle shamefully lowered her long, silky lashes.
When she felt Nick's fingers encircle her breasts and begin squeezing the springy-firm globes, heat coursed through her. Anger was part of it, but there was something else. She tried not to admit she was becoming aroused.
Nick let go of her titties with a flip, which left them bobbing, and he dropped his hands to her thighs. He pinched her thin, silky skirt and drew it up, denuding the creamy flesh above her stocking tops. Pink garters pulled the dark bands of her hose into peaks.
The cool, methodical way in which Nick was working on her heightened her humiliation. He was treating her as an object, not like a person at all.
"Now open my pants," he demanded.
A shamed glance told her that the exposure of her breasts and thighs had produced an effect upon him-his left trouser leg had risen.
Maybelle extended a slightly trembling hand. Nick watched with faint amusement as her fingers felt for the zipper tab tucked into the top of his fly, and she slowly drew his zipper down. She hesitated.
'Take my prick out," Nick said.
Maybelle gave a little whine.
"I'll send your uncle that picture, baby-I've got nothing to lose."
Feeling trapped, Maybelle slid her hand into his fly. Her fingers entered his boxer shorts and curled around his bent, firm column which pulsated with warm blood. She brought his cock out and stared at the fearsome, fascinating thing as it stuck straight up from his lap-long and thick, with that mushroom-shaped bulb at its top which had burned itself into her memory.
She drew her hand back and kept staring at his erection. 'Tick it!" he said.
She raised her tormented gaze to his. "I can't!" Nick slapped her.
It happened so quickly and unexpectedly that Maybelle could only gasp, her eyes widening in shock. Her cheek burned, "Lick me!" Nick ordered again.
Maybelle's stomach lurched. She was hot between her thighs, which gave her added shame, and her nerves were fit to pop.
The brutal slap had convinced her there was no point in arguing. Nick was the sort of man who had his way regardless of anyone's feelings, and that gave her a sense of stark hopelessness.
She bowed slowly toward his bristling lap.
The scent of his cock touched her first. It was faint but strange, causing her stomach to lurch again. She didn't know how she would be able to endure the crude ordeal that faced her.
"Hurry up!" Nick goaded.
She stuck out her quivering tongue.
Oh, God! she thought helplessly, and shut her eyes. Her tongue touched the tip of the man's bald-headed prick, and she felt a tremor shake it.
She got her first salty taste of cock, but the subtle muskiness of its crown made a stronger impression as it wafted up her nostrils.
Nick cupped her bare tits, and a sharp thrill went through her. Feeling as if she were jumping to her doom, the mortified girl glided her tongue around the fatness of his cockhead, feeling the horny ridge. His prick quivered against her tongue-stroke, and he let out a little groan. She could hear him breathing harder.
She accelerated the motion of her tongue, swirling it about his cockhead and lapping the slitted tip. She felt terribly ashamed and seemed to be drowning in the pungent aroma that flooded her nostrils. She could feel Nick's cock throbbing in response to her lingual caresses.
Her stomach oddly had quieted, despite the strong scent engulfing her. The rest of her body was more excited than ever. Nick was tugging on her tits, rolling her stiff nipples, and plucking at them as if he expected to draw milk.
Surrendering to what seemed inevitable, Maybelle opened her mouth wide and glided her soft lips down over the crown of his turgid prick.
It felt very strange to hold his throbbing manhood in her mouth-not as bad as she had feared, though the taste and scent were odd. There was even something pleasurable about it, Maybelle was forced to admit-a sense of power in the midst of degradation. It was stimulating to have her lips stretched wide around Nick's thick stalk, her tongue pressed by his pulsating glans.
"Pump your mouth!" she heard him order, as if from far away. "Suck!"
Maybelle sucked experimentally, and that added to her illicit pleasure. She couldn't deny the throbs that were coursing through her, the hotness that inflamed her loins.
Nick's hand worked on her exposed upper thigh that was near him, his fingers curling around it above the top of her stocking. He stroked down between that thigh and its twin, causing her to inch her thighs wide apart.
She pumped her mouth a little on his prick as she sucked him. Her senses swirled. His cock-head excitingly rubbed her tongue, his hard shaft stroking between her clasping lips. Her saliva spread a slippery glaze along his stalk, making it easier for her lips to glide against his turgid column, and she found herself lunging lower on him. His prick was sticking way back into her mouth, but strangely she didn't gag.
This was wild, she had to admit. She hated to believe she liked it. She still felt abused.
Nick's hand had glided up her thigh to her panties and was pressing her plushy cunt through the clinging nylon. She sucked harder on his big, juicy cock. She became very excited.
"Uuuuuugh!" Nick rasped, and began driving his cock up into her mouth with short jabs. She felt his organ twitch, and its head seemed to grow larger against her lapping tongue.
She didn't think about stopping as her brain swirled giddily. The strokes of Nick's hard cock against her encircling lips were almost like the strokes she remembered within her pussy. She kept swallowing down the juice that oozed steadily from his member.
"FASTER!" he husked. "Show me you like it, babe!"
Oh, I don't like it-I DON'T! Maybelle told herself. But that wasn't how she acted as she eagerly sucked his cock.
Her warmly clasping lips fairly flew up and down on his spit-slick pecker. He writhed in his seat, jabbing his prick jerkily upward. Maybelle sucked wildly, her tongue heatedly stroking the side of his cock.
Suddenly a groan ripped from Nick's throat, and he grasped Maybelle around the head. Panicking over the unexpected restraint, she tried to wrench her mouth free. But Nick held her firmly as his prick twitched in her mouth, the head swelling like a balloon.
Maybelle was horrified to feel a spurt of thick. viscous substance splatter against the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. The goo spread over her tongue and gushed down her throat, forcing her to gulp. Her eyes watered, and she moaned gurglingly against the meaty plug in her mouth.
Nick's cock continued twitching and spurting, flooding her mouth with his cream, which she had to swallow because it was streaming down her throat. Some of the jism dribbled down his throbbing shaft to form white foam on her lips.
Maybelle's stomach protested the odd meal it was receiving, and she felt degraded as never before. She was sure she would be deathly ill.
Nick finally released his hold on her, and she raised her head dizzily, her eyes glassy and lips slack. A glob of semen hung from her lush lower lip, like the white of an egg.
"Ooooooooh!" she groaned, and leaned back in her seat.
She shut her eyes and tried to still the raging tumult inside her, which was both physical and mental.
In the meantime, Nick stuffed his penis back into his clothes and zipped up.
"Not bad for a first try," he said. "Next time you'll do better. Okay . . . out!"
She looked at him blearily, his sperm still dangling from her lip. "What?"
"Get out!" he said. "You can walk to the main road and pick up a ride."
Maybelle could scarcely believe she had heard right. Nick wouldn't be so callous. Then sickeningly she realized that he would. He didn't have the slightest regard for anyone but himself, which evidently was what he wanted to prove.
"Please . . . !" she begged. The glob of semen broke from her lip and dropped onto her thigh. "It's dark and lonely out here! I'm afraid!"
'Tough," Nick said. "My motel's nearby, and I'm tired."
"B-but . . ."
"Out!" he repeated forcefully and reached past her to open the right-hand door of the car.
When the girl continued to hesitate, he gave her a shove, and she tumbled out of the car, landing in the dirt. Nick pulled the door shut, gunned his engine, and backed quickly up to the paved road.
His headlights illuminated Maybelle as she lay on her side in the dirt, one leg drawn up. Her titties were bare, and her skirt was wound around her middle, exposing her pale thighs, glistening nylons, and a glimpse of pink panty. A cloud of dust from Nick's churning wheels obscured her just before his car backed onto the highway. His tires screeched as he sped away.
Maybelle coughed, then gave a plaintive sob. She sat up.
She was utterly alone in the darkness, except for the chirping crickets. She got to her feet, and brushed herself off, her tits shaking. She cried softly to herself.
She hated Nick fiercely, but somehow she hated herself even more, for having allowed herself to be treated this way. She squirmed, pulling her dress up, and realized that she didn't have her bra. It must have remained in Nick's car. Her purse, which had been next to her on the seat, had fortunately tumbled out with her, and she picked it up.
She looked around at the wide fields which were illuminated by a pale half-moon. Lights gleamed in a farmhouse about an eighth of a mile away.
Deciding to go there for help, instead of taking her chances on picking up a ride, she set out. Fear prickled her flesh, and she imagined monsters in the dark, watching her.
But there was only one monster in her life, she realized. Its name was Nick Delman.
The old farmer and his wife, to whom Maybelle appealed for help, were sympathetic but could offer little assistance, because their car wasn't working. They did, however, have a telephone, and Maybelle used it to call the only person she could think of who might come and pick her up without causing a scandal: Johnnie Wheeler.
While she waited, she tidied herself as best she could in the farm family's bathroom. She felt self-conscious walking around without a bra, her breasts quivering in her clingy dress. And she imagined that anyone who saw her would realize she had just committed a shocking act. Maybelle couldn't get the cocksucking out of her mind. It had been such a filthy thing, she thought, and yet it had excited her tremendously. She was still at loose ends, because she had not achieved a release with Nick.
CHAPTER SIX
John Wheeler was twenty years old, tanned and husky, with a devil-may-care twinkle in his blue eyes. His wheat-colored hair fell to his shoulders.
"Hell, I sure didn't expect to get a call from you, of all people," he said as he hurried Maybelle to his old Chevy. "Especially asking me for help. What happened, anyway?"
"I'd rather not talk about it," Maybelle replied. She remained quiet as they rattled toward the main road.
"You were with a man, huh?" the youth finally asked.
"Yes," Maybelle felt she had to admit.
Johnnie watched her titties quivering in her low-cut dress, illuminated by the car's instrument panel.
"He got fresh with you?"
"Mm-hm." Maybelle looked straight ahead.
"I remember that night when I tried something, and you jumped out of the car. It must've been like that, huh?"
"Yes."
Johnnie kept watching the pretty girl whom he had known since their grammar school days. She seemed different somehow-more mature but troubled.
He pulled over and parked.
"What are you doing?" Maybelle asked.
"I want to know who you got mixed up with."
'That's none of your business!" she retorted hotly.
"Maybe I'm making it my business. I've always liked you, Maybelle. I even thought that some day . . . maybe . . ."
"Yes?"
"Well, that you and I might make it."
"I like you too, Johnnie," she found herself saying. Compared to Nick, the young man who sat beside her was a prince.
He grinned. "Really? You're not just putting me on?"
"I mean it. But I'm awfully tired right now. So take me home, hmmmm?"
Johnnie slid over next to her. "Don't go jumping out of the car again," he said gently.
"Johnnie . . . please!"
There was no use begging. Maybelle saw that right away. There seemed to be something about her lately that attracted men like a honey jar drew flies-and the men were more determined than ever before.
Johnnie pulled her into his arms. Her soft body pressing against him confirmed that she was without a bra. He backed up just enough to get a hand in between them and as he kissed her with boyish exuberance, he fondled her springy-full tits.
Maybelle felt herself take off on a new passion flight, this one from the springboard of her non-climactic experience with Nick. As Johnnie played with her throbbing breasts and kissed her with plunging tongue, she responded heatedly.
She wasn't the same girl she used to be. Too much had happened recently. She had lost her old grip on decency, and her body was making demands that she found impossible to resist.
Her tongue stroked Johnnie's as he Frenched her moist mouth, and she squirmed against his teasing hands, letting her titties roll in his grasp. She breathed anxiously through her nose, the sweet bursts warming his cheek.
When he finally broke the kiss, he too panted, and his cheeks were passionately flushed.
"Maybelle, let's make it now!" he implored.
"No, we can't!" she replied, recovering her senses. "It's not safe!"
"I'll be careful!" the youth promised. But Maybelle knew she couldn't rely on that. Johnnie had never been careful about anything.
The passion-plagued girl grappled with him as he tried to pull down the top of her dress, but he was too strong and determined. Her only hope was to lunge from the car, as before, but that would have left her in the same fix as when she had called him. Anyway, she didn't want to resist.
She let him pull her dress down, and her beautiful tits burst free.
She heard and felt an impassioned breath rip from Johnnie's throat as he gazed at her creamy globes, quivering in the moonlight. Her rosy nipples were stiff from his preliminary fondling, and they tingled with the need to feel his fingers pinching them, his lips sucking them into his mouth.
"Ooooooh, Joh-neeeee!" she moaned, and melted against him.
Breathing hotly, he ran his hands up and down her bare back as he gave her another deep-plunging kiss. She sucked his tongue a little.
His mouth skidded from hers and trailed damply down across her chin and along her throat as she leaned against the back of the car seat. His hands came up underneath her breasts, squeezing and lifting the shapely, smooth masses, offering her nipples to his lips as his mouth descended upon them.
Maybelle writhed passionately as he sucked her tits. Her fingers threaded into his long hair. Johnnie pulled at first one pulsating nipple and then the other, sending luscious throbs coursing through her entire body. She became very wet between the legs.
She had to spread her thighs, because her pussy was so hot, and the youth lost no time in dropping a hand to the yawning chasm. He pushed her skirt up as he stroked along the inside of a stocking, crossing its snugly encircling top to trail his fingers on satiny, warm flesh. When he touched the thin, damp crotch of her panties, Maybelle jumped.
"Oooooh, God, Johnnie, fuck me . . . FUCK MEEEEEE!" she babbled, shocking herself by her own brazenness.
He was amazed by the change that had come over her since the last time they were alone together, several months ago. But he didn't question it. He was more than happy to accept without conditions the bounty he was about to receive.
"Let's get into the back seat!" he husked.
"Yes . . . yesssss . . ."
Maybelle climbed over the seat, her stockings flashing, white thighs winking above them. Johnnie followed her as she nestled into a corner. She had never been in a boy's back seat before, but it immediately felt good to her.
She remained apprehensive, however. What if she got knocked up?
Johnnie swarmed over her, rolling and sucking at her tits, then pushing her skirt very high. He clutched her pink panties.
"Ooooh, yesssss . . . pull them off!" she said wantonly. "I need to be naked for you!"
"Part of her need was a desperate desire for love and acceptance, after being used by Stebbins and Nick and being punished by her tyrannical uncle. That was confusingly intermingled with the need of her throbbing, young flesh.
It was Johnnie's good fortune to be handy at the right time and place. Red-blooded boy that he was, he intended to make the most of it.
He pulled Maybelle's panties down, and she lifted her lovely legs in the air to let him pick the pink briefs off her feet. When her legs fell back to the car cushion, they were steepled, her knees up. It was a simple matter of Johnnie to push her knees wide apart, as if he were opening the pages of a sexy book.
Maybelle's intimate charms were displayed before him, though in frustrating dimness, because of the lack of light in the car. He cured that by snapping on the dome lamp.
"Noooooh!" the startled girl exclaimed, covering her pussy with her hands. She hadn't entirely cast off her shyness.
Refusing to tolerate her foolish modesty, the lad forcefully yanked her hands away from her crotch. He gazed at one of the prettiest pussies in Culpepper County-perhaps the prettiest, if a man liked lots of hair.
Maybelle's cunt-hairs were as dark as the wavy tresses that cascaded around her shoulders. With her knees spread wide and her thighs tilted up, a meaty cleft parted the center of her curly forest. Droplets of honey glistened along her enticing cuntlips.
"Oooooh, baby . . . !" John husked boyishly, and he clawed at the front of his snug jeans, which were swollen.
Maybelle could hardly wait to see his cock. So far she had viewed only one male sex organ in her life-and that belonged to Nick, a man she hated. Would Johnnie's organ look just like it, she wondered, or was there as much difference between men's pricks as there was in their faces?
She soon got her answer, for Johnnie's cock came spearing out through his fly to stick up high and quivering.
It was different. The size was about the same as Nick's, as nearly as Maybelle could judge, but there was pale skin extending to the tip of Johnnie's penis, ending in a kind of ruffle.
While she watched in excited fascination, the youth wrapped a big hand around his thrusting dong and glided the foreskin back. The bulb at the end of his pecker surged into view, shaped much like Nick's (although perhaps not as big around). It was a moist, pale pink while Nick's was bluish and shiny.
Maybelle wanted what Johnnie had for her, and she wriggled, pushing her lips invitingly forward. He moved up, clutching his cock.
The girl felt a single searing flash of guilt, which was quickly lost in the greater heat and excitement of her need. Then the tip of Johnnie's cock was kissing her moist pussy, nudging its tender lips apart.
She squirmed, trying to screw herself onto his rod, but he had to settle it just right first. Entering Maybelle was nothing like driving his car into a garage. The mouth of her scarcely used pussy was small and well protected by her labyrinthine cuntal folds.
Johnnie had screwed enough girls so that he knew how to position himself quickly. As May- belle gave another twist of her hips, he pushed down and forward. His long cock glided into her, spreading her warm cuntal passage. Her slippery membrane clutched him, and the thrill was so luscious that it made his scalp prickle.
Maybelle's eyes rolled, and her rosy lips gaped moistly. It felt just wonderful to have Johnnie's long dick sticking up inside her. It felt better than Nick's had felt in Chicago, though she wasn't sure why.
"Ooooooooh!" the plugged girl moaned, and circled her hips, responding to the voluptuous tide that swept through her.
Johnnie growled lustfully as her warm cunt swirled around his thrusting member. He drew back and let her have another long, gliding poke.
"Aaaaaahhhh . . . yessssss!" she panted. "Bay-beeeeeee!"
Johnnie fucked her with long, slow, steady strokes as he knelt on the car seat, between her spread thighs. He looked directly into her pretty face, seeing the passion in her violet eyes, the lush-ness of her soft cheeks and parted, sensuous lips. Leaning on one hand, he freed the other to squeeze and roll her delightful titties as he pumped in and out of her clasping, warm cunt.
The ridge of his cockhead sent ripples up and down Maybelle's pussy, which excited her very soul. His hard shaft sawed against the supersensitive tip of her clit. The myriad nerve-endings in the encircling lips of her hot hole were stimulated by his steady thrusts. And the center of her belly was thrilled by the charging, fist-like knob of his pecker, which seemed to have swelled larger, now that he was inside her.
The greatest thrill was in looking at his boyish face, which was filled with the same wonder she felt. There was nothing of the calculating slickness that Nick displayed.
Maybelle screwed her warm cunt more heatedly around the boy's pole. Her breasts throbbed in his clutching hands. He leaned closer to her and kissed her moist mouth, catching her lips widely apart. His tongue stroked deliriously in and out of that warm passion-cave as he stroked his cock in her cunt.
It was a supreme thrill for them both, inspiring awe as well as passion. Johnnie was forceful, yet tender. Maybelle responded with loving warmth she had never before felt toward a man.
This was more than mere fucking, she knew right away. It was completion.
Maybelle gathered the hunching youth in her arms, holding him close to her as he pumped into her wet, warm cunt with accelerating vigor. His deep-reaching thrusts shook her from hips to head, giving her more complete excitement than she ever had before felt.
She worked her pussy heatedly around and up and down on his fast-stroking piston. She gasped and moaned. The car shook from the concentrated frenzy of their fucking.
Maybelle felt herself approach the ultimate bliss, and she clutched the youth more fiercely.
"Ooooh, I'm . . . I'm going to . . . CUMMM!" she exclaimed breathlessly.
Come she did-gloriously and completely. Her hips bumped out of control, her hot pussy clasping Johnnie's churning rod. Time stood still. The world seemed to hang in breathless suspension. Maybelle heard herself squealing, as if the cry came from somewhere else, some other realm. Then she lapsed dizzily into perfect ease.
She scarcely felt Johnnie pull his cock from her warmly gratified cunt. She was surprised when she opened her eyes and watched him stroke his quivering prick above her belly. He sprinkled globs of wet passion over her.
She felt a rush of gratitude toward him, for thinking of her at the peak of his lust and withdrawing to have his come outside. That saved her from the worry of being pregnant, which had plagued her for two weeks after she'd returned from Chicago.
The great warmth which she felt for Johnnie caused her to bow impulsively and grasp his cock. She tilted his organ up toward her descending lips . . . and she kissed it, right on its wet, rosy head.
The youth gasped, his pecker twitching happily.
Maybelle glided her encircling lips over the pulsating head of his cock and took a final spurt of semen onto her tongue as she sucked him, the free-hearted act seeming to cap her own climax perfectly.
"Aaaaaw, Maybelle!" Johnnie groaned pleasurably, and cuddled her head in his arms.
She let his softening penis ooze out of her mouth with a final swipe of her tongue, which licked its tip clean. She turned her face up to Johnnie, and he kissed her parted lips.
"I love you!" he said, and she believed him, because he hadn't had to say it.
"I love you, too!" she passionately replied.
They kissed once more.
Maybelle was a happier and less troubled girl as she rode the rest of the way home, snuggled warmly against her new love. She didn't feel alone any longer.
Nick still hovered on the fringe of her consciousness, menacing her with his demands. But that wasn't important at the moment.
When Johnnie dropped Maybelle off at her house, she kissed him warmly, and they made a date for the following evening. She felt like singing as she hurried into the house.
"Where have you been, girl?" her uncle demanded as he confronted her in the entry hall.
"Why, out," she said simply, and stared at him, her joy dampened.
'That looked like Johnnie Wheeler's car I saw. You been with him all evening?"
Maybelle hesitated, then said, "Yes." She was pretty sure that her uncle hadn't seen Nick pick her up. The old man had been working on his books in the library when she had sneaked out.
'That Wheeler kid's no good! The whole town knows he's wild."
"I like him, Uncle," Maybelle said defiantly, raising her chin.
"Oh you do, huh?" Hobart's eyes hardened. "Seems like you didn't learn much from what happened this afternoon."
As he took a step closer to her, Maybelle backed up. "Don't you dare touch me again, Uncle Hobart! You don't have the right."
"Girl, I have all the Tight there is! Who took care of you from the time you were a little kid- you and that ungrateful sister of yours? As long as you live in my house, by God, you'll listen to what I say!"
It was on the tip of Maybelle's tongue to retort that she didn't care to live in his house any longer -particularly after the shameful thing that had happened earlier that day, when he had spanked her on the bare bottom. But she was afraid to be on her own.
"I'm going to bed," she announced, and edged past Hobart to climb the stairs.
He watched her warmly rounded hips roll sensuously in her thin dress and noticed a smudge on the side of the garment. There was a run in the nylon beneath.
"What happened to you?" he demanded. "Were you rolling on the ground with that Wheeler twerp?"
Maybelle cast an anguished, guilt-tinged glance down at her uncle. Saying nothing, she hurried the rest of the way up the stairs.
Hobart hopped to the staircase in pursuit, thinking he had another just cause to punish her. He could still feel her springy buttocks compressing against his hand . . . and he could see them in his mind's eye as they quivered erotically and turned pink.
Letting out a little cry, Maybelle ran along the upstairs hall to the bathroom, choosing it instead of her room because the bathroom door could be locked. She ducked into the John, shut the door and quickly turned the bolt.
She snapped on the light and stood with her back against the door, breathing hard.
"That's all right, girl!" she heard her uncle say threateningly. "You'll have to come out sooner or later. And I'll be waiting . . ."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Though safe at the moment, Maybelle realized she was trapped. She couldn't spend the whole night in the bathroom.
Defiance flared within her, proving she was no longer the meek little girl she used to be. Too much had happened recently, changing her attitude toward life and men ... and toward herself, as well. It was complex, and Maybelle didn't completely understand her new awareness. But she was no longer going to let her uncle or anyone else push her around, if she could help it.
There was a way to handle him, something told her. It was daring and not pleasant to think about, but it would be better than submitting to another punishment such as she had received that afternoon. She had the power to control her uncle, she believed, and the time had come to use it.
She opened and door and stared at the white-haired man in his baggy pants and suspenders. In his fiery eyes she read both self-righteousness and lust. It seemed to her as if she had never seen her uncle so clearly before.
"Please don't spank me again!" she cried, and dropped to her knees in front of him.
Hobart stared down at her in surprise. "You got a spanking coming, girl, and you know it! Now get into your room and lie down on the bed!"
"No, Uncle!" Maybelle said, and reached toward his shapeless dark trousers.
The man was dumbfounded as his young niece unzipped his fly. Conflicting emotions swirled through his mind, immobilizing him for as long as it took her to withdraw his long, meaty penis which was covered by a leathery foreskin.
She stared at the warm, soft organ that she held. Hobart also stared down, unbelievingly.
"Wh-what are you doing, girl?" he found the presence to ask.
"Watch, Uncle!" she said confidently, realizing from his tone and manner that she had him on the defensive. She intended to keep him that way . . . until she had demolished him.
As she rolled back the thick foreskin from the head of his cock, the pinkish bulb swelled and gave off a strong fragrance-stronger than Maybelle had detected with either Nick or Johnnie. Her stomach lurched, because the scent was not appetizing, but she remained determined to go through with her daring scheme.
She bent closer to her Uncle Hobart's thick, soft penis, which she held curving upward, two fingers and her thumb encircling its hairy base where it protruded from his fly. She tried not to inhale.
"Maybelle!" the old man exclaimed, breathing hard. Though his voice registered shock, he didn't attempt to push his niece away. He was becoming strongly aroused.
When her pink tongue came out and touched the tip of his penis, his arousal was immediately manifested by a stiffening of the member and a swelling of the knob at its end. Its raunchy scent engulfed Maybelle, its tart taste stinging her tongue.
She shut her eyes and drove herself onward, circling her uncle's bulbing cockhead with a moist lingual caress. The stiffening of his shaft was completed, and his glans was like a ruddy tomato. He hadn't sported such a vigorous hard-on in years!
The dismayed man panted through spread, flabby lips. He could scarcely believe that his innocent young niece was licking his prick-yet he thrilled mightily to it. He could no more have ordered her to stop than he could have ordered the sun not to rise the next morning.
Maybelle didn't have to hold his thick, rigid shaft any longer, and she let go of it. The thrusting organ waggled a bit as she lashed its swollen head with her tantalizing tongue. She was getting used to its strong smell and taste by that time, and these no longer bothered her. She was filled with a sense of power such as she had never felt before, keener than she had known with Stebbins or Nick. She had her Uncle Hobart exactly where she wanted him, she realized. She believed she could twist him around her little finger from then on.
She let her rosy lips spread wide, and she took her uncle's bulging, rubbery cockhead into her mouth. As his prick soaked in her warm saliva, she sucked on it.
Hobart groaned raspingly. A lustful tremor passed through him.
Maybelle cocked an eye upward as she sucked his big prick, and she was pleased to see the confusion and helplessness etched in his face.
The old fool! she thought, and sucked his cock harder. Her brunette head pumped up and down, her lips skidding smoothly on his throbbing shaft, riding the film of saliva which her mouth had spread.
She had no intention of stopping until she had disarmed him completely, just as she had disarmed Nick earlier in the evening. It wasn't so unpleasant, either. Uncle Hobart's thick, hard shaft was stroking her lips delightfully, and his fat glans was bearing against her lapping tongue. Her rhythmic suctioning on his large knob drew slippery juice from it which further stimulated her taste buds and dribbled down her gulping throat. Most of all, she felt a sense of command, which was heady in the extreme. She had turned the tables on her uncle completely and was dominating the tyrannical old man as she would never have believed possible. Except for his stiff cock, she had reduced him to quivering jelly!
The thrilled girl sucked more fervently on his eight-inch rod which stuck into her mouth. Each lunge of her head seemed to take more of the monstrous member past her encircling lips, along her tongue, and into her clasping throat! She learned that a girl could orally ingest more prick than she would ever have thought possible, without a bit of gagging, when she wanted to do so. She had once watched a sword swallower at a circus and had wondered how he could possibly perform his amazing feat. Finally she knew. The sword swallower just let it happen, as she was letting her uncle's blunt, sword-like prick skewer her hot throat.
Excitement swirled within her, firming her nipples and making her pussy damp. Her clitoris became stiff as she scissored her warm thighs against it while she bent forward in front of her uncle.
She pumped her mouth on his prick faster and faster.
"Aaaaahhhrgh . . . ooooooh . . . God damn . . . !" he said stranglingly.
Maybelle knew he was about to come, and she made her sucking lips fly up and down on his upthrust, throbbing prick. Her tight throat opened and closed around his blunt-headed penetrations. Her tongue lapped wetly against his gliding shaft.
"AAAAARGH!" he rasped, and his cock jerked between the girl's lips, forcing her to rise a bit, for fear it would rip her throat.
His prick exploded against her tongue, his hot spurts striking the back of her throat. She kept sucking and gobbled his thick cock-cream down, though some of it spread backward along her tongue to ooze out between his twitching column and her clasping lips. The goo dribbled down her chin.
Maybelle continued sucking on her uncle's spitting prick until all the tension went out of it . . . and from him, as well. His shank, which had been pipe-like, became a wiggly rope between her lips. Finally she raised her head, letting his soft penis flop free.
"0ooooh, girl!" he said, rolling his eyes. 'That was . . . wonderful ..."
Maybelle stood and swiped his spilled semen from her chin. Seeing no reason why she shouldn't suck off her finger, since she had swallowed the rest of his cum, she did so while he watched. His eyes rolled again, as if he still couldn't believe what had happened.
"Now, there won't be any more spankings or ordering me around," Maybelle said. "I have the right to go out with anybody I want, whenever I want, and you're not going to say anything about it. Okay?"
"Yes ..." Hobart breathed heavily, his eyes downcast.
Shame obviously was afflicting the old man. But strangely enough, it didn't bother Maybelle this time. She was too imbued with the new sense of power she had realized while she was sucking off her uncle.
"I'm going to bed now," she announced, "and I don't want to be bothered."
"Y-yes, Maybelle," her chastened uncle said.
Feeling proud of herself, the young woman went to her room and shut the door behind her.
Pride was supplanted by another, more urgent emotion as she took off her clothes. Her vibrant young body throbbed for fulfillment. Sucking her uncle's cock had given her a passion which had not been quenched.
She wished Johnnie were there, but she felt she couldn't call him and ask him to come over at that late hour. Anyway, she didn't want to let him believe she was that dependent on him.
She slid into bed, nude, and turned off the bedside lamp.
Her right hand glided beneath the sheet that covered her, and she fondled her full, tingling breasts. She played with her nipples, causing them to swell and extend until she feared they might burst.
Her caress extended down across her undulating belly, where she felt the dried residue of the cum Johnnie had spilled on her. Shutting her eyes, she visualized the handsome youth with his prick stiffly extended.
Ooooooh, yessssss! she told him in her mind. Stick it into me, Johnnie! Fuck me with your beautiful, big cock!
As her fingertips toyed with the lips of her pussy, she imagined that the tip of Johnnie's prick was pushing for entry. She glided two fingers deep into her throbbing hole, and it was like Johnnie fucking her.
She stroked her fingers up and down in her twat, rubbing the tip of her clitty, and visualized Johnnie's earnest, boyish face above her, his husky torso pressing against her breasts.
"Ooooooh, fuck me . . . fuck me, Johnnie!" she whispered. "I love it!"
Her fingers glided up and down in her lathered, heated cunt, and she bumped her hips briskly. Her other hand squeezed a plump tit, her thumb and forefinger twisting the nipple.
She dizzily ascended the breathless peak of passion, then tumbled over it and was fulfilled
. . . because she had imagined Johnnie in bed with her.
She loved him very much, she realized. Perhaps she always had, but had been so prudish and repressed until recently that she hadn't dared admit how she felt.
Well, no more.
She would be honest with herself from now on, she vowed.
It was with a warm sense of satisfaction that she drifted into sleep . . .
The early light of day was beginning to seep through her draped windows when Maybelle woke up. But it wasn't the light which had awakened her, nor the chirping of the birds in the branches outside.
She had been awakened by the pressure of a body against hers-a big, flabby body pressing down atop her and, more specifically, a hard, thrusting prick that was poking between the dewy petals of her cunt.
Maybelle's eyes popped wide open as the cock sank deep into her yielding flesh, and she stared at the unshaven, wrinkled face of her uncle.
"No!" she exclaimed heatedly, and tried to push him away.
But he was in full possession of her by that time, lying between her splayed legs, his bulky weight heavily upon her. She shut her eyes.
The sweetness of being fucked by Johnnie the evening before was mocked by her uncle's repulsive rape. She tried to steel herself, as if that would save her from feeling the old man's prick knifing into her, his big balls plopping against her crotch.
This was the man she had looked upon as a father while she was growing up and who, to all intents and purposes, had been a father to her. But he certainly wasn't acting fatherly right then.
Could she really blame him, an inner voice asked, after she had given head to him of her own accord? Why shouldn't he conclude he could do anything with her?
Their power positions had flip-flopped once again, and Maybelle was on the receiving end- very literally, as his hard cock drove lustfully into her hair-fringed and oozing hole.
"Stop!" she cried. "You'll give me a baby!"
Uncle Hobart kept fucking her, as he breathed hard.
Maybelle's mind wavered dizzily. She hated what the old man was doing-it offended and humiliated her. She didn't want to respond to him. But she became excited from the stroking of his huge, bulb-ended prick inside her. His knob rippled her cuntal passage, and his shaft saw against her hot clit.
"Oooooh, Uncle . . . Uncle . . . !" she mewled, half-disgustedly and half-accepting. She flopped her head from side to side on the pillow, her dark tresses tangling against the pale linen.
As her uncle's deep-reaching strokes into her pussy accelerated in tempo, she found her youthful hips rising to his thrusts. Her fleshy buttocks bobbed against the mattress. Her heels skidded on the sheet, and then lifted as she kicked the air.
"Oooh, girl, what a hot, tight cunt you have!" her elderly uncle rasped as he fucked her like young stud-as vigorously as Johnnie.
Oooooooh!" she moaned, and clamped her legs around his bulky form.
She still felt offended, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her awakened sensuality had to be appeased. As her uncle's strong breath burst rhythmically against her face, and his b' belly pressed down against her, she yearned for the spastic throbs of pleasure which his invading prick could provide.
She didn't have to imagine it was Johnnie who was screwing her. A screwing was a screw! when she was this hot.
She drummed her heels against her uncle's flabby butt and bobbed her pussy hungrily against his deep-thrusting cock. She gasped and moaned. She gasped again, holding her breath.
Her brain reeled giddily . . . and then she came, lurching and vibrating as blissful warmth streamed through her vagina and rippled up and down on her uncle's driving rod.
He pulled out.
Dazedly Maybelle saw his immense, red-headed penis lurch in his fist as it spat globs of whitish goo onto her breasts and belly. He had pulled out only because he couldn't face the shame of getting her pregnant, she assumed, but she appreciated it, anyway.
She lapsed quietly and shut her eyes.
The bed creaked beneath her as her uncle climbed off. She heard his bare feet padding across the floor, then the door opening and closing. He was gone from her room without a word.
Was this what she had to look forward to, if she continued living in this house, she wondered- having him creep into her room in the early morning hours or during the night, to rape her whenever the urged moved him.
"Oooh, God!" she said softly to herself, and rolled onto her side, facing the faint light that was coming in through the windows.
She was troubled to fall back to sleep. After a little while she got up and went to the bath room where she soaked in the tub for twenty minutes. She wanted to cleanse every trace of he uncle's vile touch from her body.
He remained in his room as she prepared break fast for herself. He didn't even get up to see her ol to work, for which she was grateful. The less she saw of him, the better.
Thoughts of Nick and the scheme he had mentioned involving the bank, gave her added worry as she walked up the residential street to Main. What did he have in mind, she wondered, and what did he expect her to do?
If she were to refuse to cooperate, could she face up to the humiliation of having him spread naked pictures of her all over town-those awful photo that showed her with her legs open and his fingers holding the sperm-flecked lips of her pussy apart?
What about her duty to the bank? The scheme that Nick had in mind, whatever it was, surely involved some kind of fraud. That mean, if she cooperated, the bank would lose money because of her. And she would gain nothing, except the right to go on living as she had-a hypocritical person in a hypocritical town.
Was it worth it?
"Maybelle, precious . . ." Sam Stebbins purred, his eyes glowing, as he unlocked the door for her. "Are you feeling all right this morning?"
"Yes, thank you," she replied impersonally, and tried not to look at the unctuous little man.
Her cheeks glowed as she thought about what he had done to her the day before-spreading her legs on his couch and licking her hairy, soft slit while she throbbed, taking illicit pleasure. He still had her panties, she recalled.
"As soon as you get your station all set up and ready for the day, I want to see you in my office," he said softly.
"Why? What is it, Mr. Stebbins?" She had wild thoughts about Nick, that he already had started something.
"Oooh, it's nothing to worry your sweet head about," Stebbins soothed. "I just think we should have a nice, long talk and reach some kind of . . . uh . . . understanding."
What did he mean by that, Maybelle wondered, as she hurried to her teller's station, conscious that the man was watching her shapely buttocks undulate in her straight skirt.
"Feeling better this morning, I trust?" Hattie Osterfeld inquired in her brittle voice from the next station. She was in her fifties, a dried-up old stalk with a hank of gray hair, like Spanish moss.
"Yes, thank you, Miss Osterfeld," Maybelle said, though it was a lie.
Her gaze fell to a large package on the counter in front of her. It was from the early morning delivery, and she could tell by the printed form pasted to its top that it contained the checks of Delman Industries-hundreds of them.
She felt a twinge of apprehension.
CHAPTER EIGHT
'You wanted to see me, Mr. Stebbins?" Maybelle inquired as she entered the bank manager's private office.
"Yes . . . yes . . . close the door, darling, will you?"
She turned to comply, and the bald little man admired her curved, quivery buttocks.
"First of all," he said as she sat next to his desk, "I want you to take those checks that just arrived from the printer over to Mr. Delman. His office is right down the street."
"Must I, Mr. Stebbins?"
He looked at her strangely. "Of course you must, Maybelle. Why on earth should you object?"
She looked down. "Very well, I'll do it."
"But that isn't the most important thing I wanted to talk to you about," Stebbins said. He reached out and lifted one of the girlish hands that rested in her lap.
Maybelle raised her wide, dark-blue eyes to meet his. Her lips puffed a bit, and there was a little quiver about them that happened when she was tense and apprehensive.
She wished Stebbins would let go of her hand, but he didn't. He leaned closer.
"Maybelle, precious ..." he began softly, "about yesterday ..."
The shocking occurrence of the day before flashed through Maybelle's mind, and she recalled in vivid detail how the lewd man had removed her panties and spread her thighs wide apart and got right down between them to lick and eat her warm, wet pussy until she came. The recollection caused her to blush.
'You gave me great pleasure," Stebbins went on. "And I like to think that you enjoyed yourself . . . just a little?" His eyes twinkled as he watched her foxily.
Maybelle wriggled her warm bottom against the wooden chair. "Yes, I did ... a little," she admitted. Her cheeks remained pink, and she avoided looking directly at the man.
'Then I would like to propose something."
Maybelle stared at him.
"Oh, don't get me wrong," he said quickly, making a stop-sign with his hand. "I am, as you know, married. Yes, my dear wife and I have been married for twenty-eight years-and, naturally, I am devoted to her."
"Of course."
"But, Maybelle . . . darling . . . you excite me tremendously! And I was wondering if perhaps, in return for some special favors I could give you . . . you might be willing to . . . let me . . ." He squirmed, finding it difficult to lay the proposition out.
The small-town hypocrite! Maybelle thought. The taste of Chicago that she had received during the two weeks she had spent there during the summer, along with the renewal of her acquaintance with Nick, had broadened her own outlook a great deal.
"What favors?" she asked out of mere curiosity.
"Aah!" Stebbins beamed, believing she was snatching at his bait. "A raise in your pay, of course . . . and some fine gifts . . . and, if you could see your way clear to leave that miserable uncle of yours who's been competing with this bank for years, a little apartment of your own."
"What would you want me to do for all that, Mr. Stebbins?" Maybelle asked, titillating herself with the proposition.
"Just be nice to me, precious," he purred, pressing her soft hand to his lips. "Let me adore you!"
Strange sensations coursed through the impressionable woman. She squirmed on the hard chair some more, her bottom becoming very warm.
"Well . . ." she said, her blue eyes rolling.
Suddenly she thought about Johnnie and struggled to bring herself under control. "I'm afraid I couldn't possibly accept," she told her boss.
"Oooh, please . . . please!" Stebbins begged. He dropped to one knee in front of her. "You don't know how happy you would make me! And I could give you such pleasure . . ."
Carried away with lust for the voluptuous young brunette, he pushed her skirt and slip up her thighs to her lap, and he gazed at the creamy, smooth flesh above her stocking tops.
"Mister . . . Stebbins!" she breathed heatedly as he bent and began licking her lovely thighs.
His wicked tongue scurried along a taut garter strap, leaving a wiggly, wet trail of saliva on her skin. His fingers stroked up and down across her stocking tops.
"Please say yes, Maybelle!" he begged hoarsely. "Let me love you!"
"Ooooh, my goodness . . . !" she breathed, his supplicating attitude all but bowling her over.
Taking that as a virtual acceptance, Stebbins groaned excitedly and lifted one of her lovely legs into the air. Maybelle was dismayed as she rocked backward on her chair, and the man stared at her open crotch with just a narrow strip of blue panty covering her sexual secrets. The soft bulges of her buttocks had partially escaped from her panty elastics, as had some black curly hairs along the center strip.
Stebbins got his eager face into her crotch as he rested her elevated leg on his shoulder. He first kissed her warm inner thigh, giving her a sharp thrill. Then he pressed his mouth shockingly -against the center of her panties, and she thrilled even stronger.
The now-familiar whirling sensation possessed her fevered brain.
"Stand up . . . stand up!" Stebbins said, letting her leg glide off his shoulder so that her shoe came to rest on the floor.
Maybelle stood in front of him on quivery legs.
"Turn around, angel," he said, and she did so, wondering what weird thing he was going to do next.
He raised her skirt and slip, holding them at the small of her back, and stared at her shapely bottom in blue nylon briefs. Maybelle was embarrassed. But she felt excited, also.
"H-hold your clothes up," Stebbins husked.
Maybelle complied. That freed the hands of the kneeling, baldheaded man, and he placed them against her panty-clad flanks. A little tremor went through Maybelle as his thumbs glided beneath her cheeky buttocks and formed a pincers with his fingers. He shook her quivery, rounded buttocks in her panties, then gave one of them a smart slap and watched it bounce.
Humiliation momentarily supplanted the sense of power Maybelle had been enjoying, because it was clear that Stebbins was treating her like an object and not a person at all. The things he did with her were so strange! But she did have Johnnie, and in all honesty letting Stebbins play with her was better than working.
She allowed him to continue, and he folded the top of her panties down a couple or three inches, exposing a portion of her asscrack. He licked it.
"Oooooh!" she whimpered in a small voice, and wiggled her rear.
The man pulled her panties all the way down, so that they formed a figure 8 around the tops of her thighs, and he pressed his face fully against her sweet ass. Maybelle thought it was the nastiest thing that had yet happened to her, but she didn't make Stebbins stop. On the contrary, she pushed her bottom backward, bending forward a bit at the same time, which made it easy for him to spread her satiny buttocks with the pressure of his face. He fastened his mouth around her tiny, enticing asshole. As he sucked moistly and thrillingly, he tickled the crinkly depression with the tip of his tantalizing tongue.
Maybelle cooed. She blushed and thought that what the man was doing was super-vile. But she wriggled her ass more heatedly against his face and received throb after throb of sheer delight, coursing up from the licked, tingling aperture between her buttocks.
After Stebbins had moistened and softened her anal dimple thoroughly, and had even invaded the clasping ring with quick little jabs of his tongue, he straightened up. He was breathing hard.
"Turn around, darling . . ."he panted, "and sit on the chair ... on your bare ass this time. I'll slip off your panties."
Maybelle sat. Her face was flushed, a wave of dark hair curving across a cheek. She shut her eyes, her long, dark lashes touching her fair skin. She tossed her head back.
She was entirely at the disposal of the lustful little banker who knelt in front of her, and he made the most of this opportunity. First drawing her silk panties all the way down her legs and off, then slipping them into his pocket, he spread her stocking-and-garter-clad thighs wide apart.
Her sweet pussy unfurled its lips which were puffy with excitement. Moisture glistened on her wiggly pink folds. Stebbins bent close, while drawing Maybelle's hips forward so that her buttocks barely perched on the edge of the chair. He stuck out his tongue and stroked the warm, velvety lips of her spread cunt, licking up her honey and eagerly swallowing it.
"Oooooh . . . you dirty, dirty man!" Maybelle said passionately.
"Yessss!" he husked, raising his head momentarily. "I am dirty!" He surprised Maybelle by continuing, "I cheat farmers who need money ... I foreclose on widows' homes ... I pull all kinds of shady deals every day!"
"Oooooh, Mr. Stebbins!" Maybelle cried. "EAT meeeee!"
He drove his open mouth grindingly into her soft, warm flesh and sucked voraciously, dipping his hot tongue into her twat. She screwed her cunt around the luscious lingual penetration and panted. Her hips bumped spastically.
The room seemed to swirl before her eyes, and she let herself go utterly. She heatedly fucked the tongue that was spearing her pussy, and her slippery, warm cunt juice smeared all over Stebbins's face.
"Oooooh . . . ooooh . . . ooooh!" she said, as she felt an orgasm coming on.
It struck with the force of a hurricane, and she bumped and writhed on the edge of the chair while the banker gobbled down her gushing juices.
He raised his head, breathing hard. He made little wheezy sounds.
Maybelle straightened up and stared at him as her vision gradually came back into focus. His face was wet and tortured.
"Stand up, Mr. Stebbins!" she said, her voice huskily excited.
He stood, and there was a bulge at the front of his neatly tailored suit-pants. Maybelle unzipped his fly.
"Oooooh, my darlinnnng . . ."he groaned. "Would you?"
Maybelle pulled out his prick.
It was the smallest she had seen yet, but it was super-stiff. It had a little foreskin which she easily pushed back. Stebbins's cockhead swelled pinkly, its slit gleaming with clear pre-coital moisture.
Maybelle's brain continued to swirl giddily as she bent to his thrusting, five-inch dick. She first licked the honey off its tip while the stubby organ quivered. Stebbins writhed on the balls of his feet.
The pretty girl took his cock into her mouth and sucked heatedly on it.
"OOOOOOOOOHH!" Stebbins said, and his body gave a lurch.
He spurted fervently into Maybelle's sucking mouth, and she gobbled his gushing semen down as she continued rhythmically clasping her soft lips around his twitching rod. She swallowed every bit of semen that he had to give, except for one little glob that clung to her pouty lower lip when she glidingly released him. Her pink tongue fluttered out, and she licked the little hole at the tip of his organ. She let his penis flop free, then smiled at him.
"Oooooh, my angel I" he exclaimed, and pulled her up into his arms.
He kissed her gratefully on her lush mouth, skidding on the bit of semen which was on her lower lip.
"Where are my panties?" she asked as he Walked her unsteadily to the door.
"I, uh, have them," he admitted. "Do you mind? I mean . . ."
"He quickly pulled out his wallet and handed her a twenty dollar bill. "Will this cover the cost?"
He could buy every pair of pants she owned for twenty dollars each, Maybelle though, and smiled as she took the bill. She tucked it into the cleft between her breasts.
"I want to, uh, see your titties next time and suck on them," he said, smiling a bit shamefacedly. "May I?"
"Of course," Maybelle murmured, and hurried from his office.
"All eyes were on her as she returned to her station in the small bank. She knew that she looked flushed and excited, and she felt cheap, because it suddenly had dawned on her that by taking the twenty from Stebbins she had become a prostitute.
But did that mean anything, really?
She felt pretty much the same as she had before. Men had been screwing and playing with her for nothing up to that time, and at last she was getting something tangible in return. What was so wrong with that?
She picked up the parcel of printed checks from her counter and carried them from the bank.
CHAPTER NINE
Nick's office was in a store-front on Main Steet where Howie's Bike Shop used to be. A help-wanted sign was in the front window, and Nick was interviewing behind a plain wooden desk. There were three other desks in the front room, but no once occupied them.
When Maybelle entered, Nick quickly said to the young man who sat beside his desk, "Okay ... come back Friday, and I'll explain what you're supposed to do."
"Is that all for now?" the man asked, rising.
"Yes." Nick's eyes were on Maybelle, stripping her in his smooth style.
Recalling the cruel way he had dumped her out in the country the night before, her hatred of him reasserted itself. Not wanting to look at him, she glanced at the door which led to the back room and saw no activity on the other side. The rear room seemed vacant.
"Just what do you do here?" Maybelle asked coolly as the young man whom Nick had been interviewing took his leave.
"Fuck pretty girls like you," Nick said, drawing her into his arms.
"Please!" she snapped. "Don't be vulgar! I brought you checks."
"Great!" Nick took the parcel and placed it on his desk.
"I'd still like to know what Delman Industries does."
"Well, why don't I show you the back room?" Nick suggested.
Maybelle let him guide her through the door, and she discovered that the large rear of the store was as vacant as she had suspected . . . except for a work bench which ran down the center of it, a holdover from its days as a bicycle repair shop.
"What's to see back here?" the girl sniffed haughtily as she glanced about.
"You!" Nick exclaimed, and pushed her forward across the rough bench.
She gasped. "NO! Nick, you let me up this minute!"
He chuckled tensely and yanked her skirt and slip to the small of her back.
"No underpants!" he said in surprise as he stared at her beautiful bare ass. "You're getting daring, aren't you?"
"Nick, you bastard!" she exclaimed, using the word for the first time in her life.
"I'll bet you're even on the pill now," he said while she writhed and whimpered, and he continued to hold her down across the table.
"I am not!" she cried. "Let me up!"
She was blushing fiercely, and she felt intensely humiliated. Why did things happen to her, she wondered, which first made her feel powerful, as if she could dominate the whole world of men, then turned her into an object just to be used, in any way they chose?
"Well, it's all right that you're not taking the pill," Nick said. "But I'll bet you get yourself a supply before the day's over."
"What are you going to doooooo?" Maybelle wanted to know as he continued to hold her face-downward, her bare bottom exposed, her thighs gleaming full and pale above the tops of her gartered stockings.
"Enjoy you in a very special way," he said, "and you don't need to worry about getting knocked up."
That couldn't be so bad, Maybelle tentatively concluded, and she slackened her efforts at resistance, which had accomplished nothing anyway.
Nick shockingly stuck his fingertips into the satiny crack between her buttocks and stretched the rubbery mounds apart by spreading his fingers and thumb. His other hand continued to press down on the small of her back.
As he gazed at her puckered little anus, Maybelle got her first inkling of what he had in mind. The thought terrified her . . .
"Ooooh, Nick, don't doooo it!" Maybelle cried.
"Do what?" the sandy-haired man teased as continued to eye her shyly shrinking anus.
"Just let me up!" Maybelle said, unable to be herself to voice her fear.
"Okay." Nick flipped her skirt down over her bottom and let her rise.
She faced him, blushing intensely, her black hair mussed.
'The only reason I'm letting you off the hook," he said, "is because of that sign in my window. I've got an ad in the local paper, too. I have to be available to do the interviewing."
"Wh-what are you hiring for?" Maybelle asked, trying to calm herself. She had been a ninny, she decided, to fear Nick might stick his cock up her ass. He wouldn't be that cruel. He had just been taunting her, and she had fallen for it.
"I'm getting up my staff," he said in response to her questions. "We're going into production this week."
"Producing what?" Maybelle asked, looking around her. The back of the old bicycle shop was bare of machinery or equipment of any kind.
"I'm afraid that's a secret for the time being," Nick replied, "but you'll know soon enough."
"I'm not going to do anything against the bank," she warned.
"You're going to do what I tell you-that includes meeting me tonight after work. Come here as soon as the bank closes."
"No, Nick! I-I've got a date."
"Yeah?" The smooth-featured man grinned.
"I thought you said you didn't have a boyfriend."
"Well, I do now."
"Hmmm." Nick studied her.
"Good-bye," she said simply, and turned to leave.
As she approached the front of the shop, it opened and Johnnie walked in.
He grinned. "Hi, Maybelle! What are you doing here?"
"I might ask you the same thing," she said, giving a nervous little smile.
"I came to apply for a job," the young man explained. "Dad isn't doing so well at the feed store, and I figured maybe I ought to look for something else."
"Come right in," Nick said from behind Maybelle. J
As she reluctantly made the introduction, she could read a question in Nick's eyes-was this the young man she had fallen for?
She walked out, her buttocks twitching sassily. Without panties underneath her clingy skirt, the quiver of her asscheeks was more pronounced than usual.
She returned to the bank in a troubled state of mind, and her attitude improved little as the morning wore on. Not only was she worried about Nick's scheme which involved the bank, and the fact that Johnnie might be working for him, but her personal problems gave cause for added concern.
She had three men on the string-and her uncle was bothering her, also. She didn't know what to do about any of them. On top of that, she wasn't even able to have sex safely. Nick had been right about her having to get some birth control pills.
But she was ashamed to go to her family doctor.
Just before lunch she went into Mr. Stebbins's office and asked for his help.
"Why sure, precious," he purred, moving close to her. "I can get those little pills for you. Cy Logan, at the drug store, is a poker-playing friend of mine."
"Oooh, good!" Maybelle said. "And you won't need a prescription?"
"Are you kidding?" Stebbins responded, and stroked her resilient, quivery ass.
She eased herself from his embrace and walked to the door.
"Oh, I'd ask you to go to lunch with me," he said, "but, you know . . . people might talk."
"Of course, Mr. Stebbins."
They're already talking, you old fool! she thought, having caught suspicious looks from her co-workers each time she had exited the manager's office.
True to his word, he brought the pills to her that afternoon, moving up beside her during a quiet moment at the teller's station and slipping the packet surreptitiously into her purse.
One of her problems was eased, but she remained troubled. She couldn't quit thinking about what Nick had said that morning, and the way he had acted.
Though she didn't really believe he was serious, she tingled as she tried to imagine how it would feel to have a big prick thrust up the tiny aperture between her buttocks. That little hole could stretch, true, but Nature hadn't intended for a girl to get fucked back there. Still, she had heard it whispered that some girls let men do it to them that way.
Maybelle wasn't about to let it happen if she could help herself, she vowed.
She heard from neither Johnnie nor Nick during the balance of the work day, and Mr. Stebbins didn't bother her, except for some fond looks when he thought no one was watching. She left the bank at quitting time, as usual, and started up Main Street toward Lee.
A car pulled over to the curb beside her, and she recognized it as Nick's.
"Give your pretty legs a break!" he called.
"No, thank you," she replied tartly. "I'd just as soon walk."
"Now, Maybelle!" Stebbins scolded. He happened to be behind her. "That's no way to treat a very good customer! Let the gentleman give you a ride."
Damn! she thought, realizing she was trapped. She got into the car with Nick, and they sped away.
"That bank manager is a very cooperative fellow," he said.
He's a stupid jackass! she thought, and didn't say anything. She was looking poutily straight ahead.
Nick turned onto Lee Street, because he assumed Stebbins might be watching, then he cut quickly into the alley that ran behind the stores on Main.
"Where are you taking me to?" Maybelle demanded.
"For a little ride in the country."
"No! Let me out of this car!"
Maybelle grasped the door handle, but was afraid to leap out. The car was rocking along too rapidly down the rutty alleyway.
Nick turned onto a road that led into the countryside and upped his speed to 60.
"I'll scream!" Maybelle threatened.
"Go ahead. You see anybody around who'll hear you?"
They were rocketing between wide fields, the farmhouses set well back from the road. Maybelle realized that her plight was hopeless.
Nick turned onto a crossroad that led down to the river, where he parked off the road in the shelter of some trees.
"Don't you dare touch me!" Maybelle exclaimed as he faced her, smiling ominously.
"Why don't you get out and run?" he suggested from behind his dark glasses. "Maybe you can get away."
"Oooooh, Nick! Pleeeeease!"
"C'mere." He slid across the console that separated their bucket seats, and he was practically on top of her. She writhed, but couldn't prevent his arms from going around her, his hands cupping her breasts.
She fumbled for the door handle, grasped it, and pulled. The door swung open, and she tumbled out onto the grass.
Humiliated in the extreme, she tried to scramble to her feet. But Nick had sprung out after her and was holding her down.
"Let go of me!" she cried as she struggled. "Oooh, damn you!"
Nick flattened her on the grassy riverbank and flipped her skirt and slip to the small of her back. "Now we're going to get on with what we started this morning!" he announced.
"NO!" she exclaimed fearfully. "You can't!"
"Sure I can, baby! Ever since I first saw you, I've been wanting to fuck your plump, pretty ass!"
Maybelle writhed in terror, but she couldn't get out from under the hand that was holding her against the ground. All that her squirming accomplished was to shake her asscheeks in the frame of her flimsy garter belt, making them even more enticing to the brutal, demanding male. Her thighs were creamy perfection above the tops of her stockings.
Holding her with one hand, Nick used his other to open his trousers and push them down, together with his shorts.
"Let me do something else!" Maybelle begged.
"Such as?"
"Let me suck you!" the frightened girl pleaded, falling back on the remedy that had worked with her uncle when she had been threatened with a spanking.
"Okay," Nick said, and crawled around next to her face.
Maybelle raised her head and stared blearily at the thick, meaty cock which curved forward from his bushy loins. She didn't want to suck it, because she hated Nick. But her only other choice was to get up and run, and she felt certain he would catch her.
With her bottom and thighs still exposed, she crawled closer to him and stuck out her rosy tongue. Holding his cock around its base, she began to lick its bobbling, purplish head.
"Yeah, baby!" Nick rasped, and ran his hand into her raven hair, mussing it. "Make me feel good! Maybe I'll take pity on you!"
Maybelle worked his cock with greater dedication than she had shown to anyone's dick before. Her hot tongue skittered all round the ballooning head of his organ and fluttered against its slitted tip, which was beginning to drool clear fluid. She licked the honey up, then held his stiffening shaft in the air and waggled her wet tongue down its underside.
"Lick my balls, too!" he ordered.
"Yesssss . . . yesssss!" she breathed hotly against his dangling nuts. Then she was striking at the hair-enshrouded, velvety sac with her tongue as she inhaled the sweaty tang of his crotch.
"Get your mouth right on them!" he said, and pushed his testicles firmly against her face, so that not only her mouth was on them but her nose, as well. His shaft stuck up alongside her nose, his glans pressing her forehead.
Maybelle humiliatingly licked his balls and breathed in their heady fragrance, hoping that she could avoid the even more humiliating-and painful-invasion of her ass which he had promised.
He pushed her head lower and let his balls straddle her nose, his upthrust prick waggling to and fro in front of her forehead. Maybelle shamefully kissed the sensitive bridge between his nuts and asshole.
He backed up, his aggressively tilted pecker swaying.
"Now give me a damned good blow job I" he ordered. "Show me how you love to suck cock!"
"Ooooooh, yesssss, Nick ... I love it!" she panted, only partially putting on. She truly was aroused by that time, and she was gaining greater hope all the while that she might save herself from being speared in the backside.
Just let me get Nick's big cock in my mouth, she thought excitedly, and I'll suck him until he comes! Then he won't be able to hurt me!
She thought she might be able to come also, from sheer relief.
Her mouth closed warmly around the knob of his rod, and she commenced sucking as she watched him with her large violet eyes. His eyes became brighter, and she could see the satisfaction that glinted in them. He began stroking his thick. throbbing prick between her lips.
Maybelle sucked him with utter concentration, her tongue gliding against the underside of his tasty cock as her encircling lips stroked forward and back along his slippery shaft and across his ridged corona. She plunged lower and lower on his staff, taking him deeper into her mouth with every diving thrust of her head-taking him into her hot, tight throat as well.
Nick squirmed on his knees, his balls quivering, his long prick twisting in Maybelle's sucking mouth. His eyes rolled in their sockets, because the sensation she was giving him was so very good. But he hadn't forgotten what he most wanted to do with her.
Maybelle hadn't forgotten it, either, and that was why she sucked him so heatedly, trying to bring him off. Her tongue was a wild thing as she lapped against his thrusting prick. Her mouth champed on his big, spongy glans. Her lips clasped rhythmically on his stroking shaft as they glided along it. Even her throat cooperated by opening and shutting around his cockhead.
She had never felt so thoroughly speared in the face. She only hoped it would'save her from the more brutal spearing Nick had in mind.
Maybelle should have learned by that time that Nick was a man who insisted on having his way.
The feelings of others were unimportant to him- he only used them.
He was using Maybelle's pretty face at the moment . . . her warmly clasping lips, her gliding tongue, and her enveloping mouth and throat. She raised him, with stroke after stroke of her o-shaped lips, to a peak of lustful frenzy.
Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth, his big prick whipping springily to and fro. He pushed down on her shoulders, mashing her breasts against the ground, and he swung around behind her. He grasped her bare hips, his hands spanning the straps of her garters, and he jerked her ass into the air.
"NICK!" she cried. "NOOOOOOH! OOOOH, PLEEEEEASE!"
Her pleadings might have been dandelion puffs on the late-summer air for all the impact they had. Nick stretched her rubbery buttocks apart and twisted his hips, lodging the wet, gleaming knob of his pecker between her lush mounds.
He poked at her defensively clasping anus.
"OOOOOOOH!" she bawled, fearing the hurt that was to come, and she tried to flatten herself on the ground. But Nick kept her bottom aimed up in the air, its cheeks widely spread.
He pushed grindingly against the tiny gate which Maybelle didn't want to open. She gasped as the pressure turned to pain. She tried to keep her anal muscle tense, but Nick's insistent pressure gradually forced it to yield. Her radiating puckers began to spread, an agonizing millimeter at a time.
Maybelle was dismayed to feel her asshole widening before the man's brutal thrust. The burning was intense. Gradually she felt Nick's cockhead gaining entry.
Her asshole was forced wider and wider to accommodate the bulging knob of his prick, and she thought she would pass out from the pressuring hurt. Then suddenly the fattest part of his glans popped inside her, and her elastic ring snapped into the groove behind his corona.
That lessened the pain a bit. But as Nick kept thrusting, his prick plunging farther into the girl's defenseless ass, she felt a deeper and more awesome pressure. It was as if a telephone pole were being thrust right up her rear!
"AAAAAAWWWWW!" she groaned in abject degradation as the cruel man had his brutal way with her.
His prick sank deeper and deeper into her shocked asshole until she amazingly had absorbed the entire length of his rod. She felt him sticking way up into her bowels. His pubic hairs scratched the sensitive inner slopes of her buttocks as his flat front compressed those resilient mounds.
"Damn, but your asshole's tight!" he husked as he slowly twisted his deeply sunk dick inside her.
"Ooooooh, you're killllll-ing meeeee!" Maybelle protested, tears in her eyes.
"Shut up!" he snapped. "You can take it! Just think-you don't have to worry about getting pregnant!"
That was slight consolation as Nick rotated his long cock in her rear, causing her speared asshole to stretch even more. Then he withdrew a few inches and watched her rosy anal membrane turn outward and glide caressingly along his retreating shaft. He reversed directions, and her tissue folded inward as he drove deeply up her ass for the second time.
Maybelle felt as if she were about to faint. The river, the trees, the grass beneath her wavered in and out of focus as Nick fucked his thick, iron-hard cock in and out of her ass.
How huge he felt in there! How hot! How . . . thrilling!
Warm shivers went through the ass-fucked young woman as she began to writhe, responding despite herself. Nick's cock forged ever more ferociously up her tight, clasping anus, his belly spanking her buttocks. She curved her back inward to thrust her butt higher.
"Ooooooh . . . yesssss . . . YESSSSS!" she heard herself hiss. "Fuck it! Ooooh, ssscrew it! Spear my hot ASSSSSSSS!"
Nick fucked her clasping, rippling asshole fiercely, and she bobbed against his deep-reaching thrusts. Her insides swirled hotly. She felt herself nearing an orgasm, despite the fact that her pussy hadn't been touched.
She panted and moaned. She shut her eyes, squeezing tears from them, as she pressed her cheek against the ground. Her nerves were drawn taut.
Then all the tension seemed to let go at once, and she squealed piercingly as she came, shaking her buttocks against Nick. His big cock jerked in the hot grasp of her anus. Sperm bubbled up from his balls to speed through the twitching tube of his prick and empty gushingly into her bowels.
Maybelle had yet another orgasm when she felt his thick cream pour into her, where no man had ever come before.
He shook, his phallus quivering inside her. Then he let her fall motionless against the ground, and he pulled his long rod from her asshole with a sucking pop.
"Ooooooooh!" she moaned shiveringly as she felt her anal orifice contract slowly.
"Let's jump in the river," Nick said, and began to toss off his clothes.
Maybelle followed his lead, because she needed to cool off and clean up. Writhing on the ground, she stripped out of her dress, slip and bra. She didn't bother with her garter belt and stockings as she rose on shaky legs and ran for the water.
Nick followed, and they splashed together in the rippling cool current. It soothed the burning in Maybelle's rear, and she knew she would be all right . . . physically.
She knew also that she would never forgive Nick for what he had done. She would find a way to get back at him, she vowed.
CHAPTER TEN
"It's the doggonedest job I ever had!" Jo said as he unbuttoned Maybelle's blouse.
"In what way?" she asked, snuggling next to hi in the front seat of his car.
"Well, there don't seem to be any work to do- at least, not yet. But I've got to help Nick with something tomorrow. All the guys are, nearly as I can find out." He pushed the edges of the pretty girl's blouse aside. "Wow, baby, you've sure got beautiful tits!"
"Mmmmmm!" Maybelle purred as Johnnie petted her full, bobbing globes. She had deliberately left off a bra that night, and she hadn't worn a half-slip or stockings, either. Her only underwear consisted of silk pants.
"Wh-what. are you, uh, going to ... do for Nick . . . tomorrow?" she asked, having difficulty concentrating on the conversation while Johnnie played with her knockers.
"Let's forget that now-okay?" the youth suggested, and bent his blonde head.
His lips eagerly gobbled up a thrusting rosy nipple, and he sucked on it, making Maybelle's breast bob. She squirmed, wiggling her titty against his face. He tugged warmly and moistly at her nipple, stretching the rubbery protrusion and elongating her breast as well. Tossing his head gently from side to side, he swung her breast, making its fullness wobble sensuously.
His hand was covering her other round, smooth breast. He squeezed the resilient firmness and rolled it, her stiff nipple tickling his palm.
"Oooooh, Johnnie, let's get into the back seat!" she purred.
He just kept sucking at her breast while his strong fingers kneaded the other one. Maybelle writhed, her bottom getting hot against the car-seat.
Johnnie switched his sucking mouth from one nipple to the other, and his tongue worked as heatedly as his lips. Maybelle looked down in the moonlight at her breast that he had just sucked, and she thought that its nipple had never been so red and thrusting before. It gleamed with Johnnie's saliva.
"Ooooooh, you . . . just make my tits . . . feel so good!" Maybelle said passionately, enjoying the opportunity to use some sexy words.
"Aaaawwwwwnnng!" her boyfriend replied, champing at the nipple that throbbed in his mouth.
Maybelle dropped her hand to his lap.
Oooooh, yes! she discovered. He's got a wonderful hard-on! I have to see it!
Her fingers crept to the tab of his zipper, at the top of his fly, and they took old of the little metal flange. She drew the tab down, slowly opening his pants.
Maybelle's excitement mounted to even giddier heights as she glided her hand into Johnnie's trousers and wrapped her cool, delicate fingers around his cramped cock. She brought his organ out and pumped her hand up and down around it as it stuck up straight and strong. She left his foreskin retracted and tickled the bulging head of his prick with her fingertips. She lightly scratched the smooth, bulbous glans with her nails.
"Aaaargh!" he exclaimed, jerking his mouth off her titty and making the rubbery globe bounce.
He looked down and watched Maybelle's fingers tease the head of his dick.
"Wow, I love it when you play with my cock!" he rasped.
"Would you like me to suck it?" Maybelle asked.
"Man, yeah!" he enthusiastically replied.
The girl bowed her head, and all he could see was her luscious black hair. But what he felt was sheer heaven as her moist tongue tickled the tip of his pecker. Her wet, velvety swab swirled around the fullness of his glans, and he writhed, breathing hard. Maybelle clutched his shaft around its base to steady it as her tongue traced the groove behind the ridge of his corona.
She loved the tangy taste of him and his wild, manly scent. She enjoyed the throbbing smoothness of his cockhead against her tongue . . . then against her lips as she lightly kissed its drooling tip.
Her lips parted wider, and she let the bulging knob of Johnnie's prick ooze into her mouth. She locked her soft lips around it and sucked as she swirled her tongue heatedly around his bulb.
"Aahhgg!" he gasped. "Shit! Ooooh, baby, you do that so good!"
Maybelle began bobbing her bead, gliding her o-shaped lips up and down on his horny shaft which quickly became slick with her saliva. His cockhead surged farther and farther back on her lapping tongue, then into the tightness of her throat.
He groaned harshly.
"Better . . . take it easy ..." he panted as the girl gave him head, "or I'll... come right now!"
Maybelle jerked erect, letting his stiff cock flip free, and she smiled at him. "Did you like that?" she asked.
"You know I did!" Johnnie exclaimed.
"I'm glad, because I liked it too!"
She snuggled into his arms, and they kissed passionately, their tongues dipping and stroking together. Maybelle kept her hand around his up-thrust dick, and he stroked her. bare thighs, pushing her skirt to her lap. She became sorry that she had worn panties that night, as his fingers tickled her between the legs. How much better it would be, she thought, to feel his caress directly on her hot cunt!
Johnnie wasn't sorry she had panties on. There was something about the sleekness of the thin nylon, pressing against her plushy snatch, that increased his excitement ... at the moment. He rolled her onto one hip and felt her bottom through the clingy pants, their silken embrace seeming to make her asscheeks even more wobbly-soft and springy that if they were nude.
But all this tactile excitement only whetted Johnnie's desire to get on with the seduction, and his fingers curled around the elastic top of the undergarment that had stimulated him. He pulled Maybelle's panties down at the back and got his hand onto her bare ass, rubbing her shivery rondures and feeling the satiny crack between them.
She squirmed, settling on the part of her bottom that he had denuded, and she lifted her shapely, smooth thighs. Johnnie pulled her panties up them, over her knees, then down her calves and off.
She spread her thighs apart.
Ooooooh, baby . . .!" the young man husked as he sank an eager finger into her wet, hairy twat.
"Uuuuuh! Ooooooh!" Maybelle rolled her hips, wriggling her slippery cunt around his plunging finger. Her titties shook. Some hair fell across her face, and her lush lips were moistly parted.
"I've . . . got to ... do it to you now!" Johnnie said urgently, and she could tell by the way his cock was throbbing in her grasp that he meant it. If they waited much longer, he might go off outside her, she feared.
"Let me get into the back," she said, and rose to climb over the seat.
Johnnie watched her bare legs flash next to his face, and he lifted her skirt to look at her wiggling ass. She lunged forward atop the seat, trying t reach the rear of the car, but he wouldn't let he get there. She looked too damned good where she was, with her beautiful bottom sticking into the air as her head hung down on the other side of the seat. Her furry cunt peeped out from between the tops of her thighs.
The youth rose to a kneeling position behind her, his upthrust prick waggling, and he pull down on her bottom, holding her in a bent position atop the seat. (If he'd had a more mode car, with headrests, that wouldn't have be possible, but in his old heap the arrangement was perfect).
"Joh-neeee!" Maybelle cried. "You're not goiing to . . . dooo it to me that way . . . are you?"
"That's right, baby," he said, swabbing the w head of his prick between her plump buttocks.
"Ooooooh, not in my asshole, Johnnie!" s' begged. "Stick it up my cunt!"
The youth hadn't had ass-fucking in min though the idea was stimulating. He filed it f future consideration, and worked the knob of h: cock into Maybelle's soft, wet, hair-encircled vagina.
"YESSSSSSS!" she hissed heatedly as she felt his long, hard rod glide all the way into her hotly clasping snatch.
Johnnie was bent well over her, practically lying atop her back, because there wasn't much room between the top of the seat and the car's roof. But the arrangement worked fine as he began to pull and thrust, slapping his front against her bouncy buttocks. His cock pumped long and straight into her pussy. The pressure of the seat-back made her passage even narrower than usual, and forced her clit into thrilling snug contact with his stroking rod. She writhed passionately, wriggling her tight cunt around his thrusting member as her head hung down and her titties shook freely.
"Wowwwww . . . oooooh, WOWWVVVVW!" she panted as Johnnie screwed her.
The old car shook as he rode her bobbing, squirming ass. He reached down and cupped her tits which were dangling upside down. His hips hunched faster and faster.
"Oooh, SHIT!" He stopped suddenly. "I don't want to . . . knock you up!"
"Don't worry!" she moaned. "I'm on the pill now!"
Overjoyed, Johnnie resumed his vigorous fucking of her, and their vibrant young bodies heaved together. He squeezed her satiny tits and pulled her stiff nipples. He ground his rigid prick deeper and deeper into her tight, wiggly cunt.
"OOOOOOOHHH!" she bawled, jerking spastically, "I'M CUMMMM-INNNNNNG!"
"AAAAAGGGHHH!" Johnnie rasped, and came with her, his cock twitching and spurting into her hot, rippling hole.
He fell away, onto his ass on the car seat, and Maybelle pushed herself backward. She slid to her knees and looked at him dizzily.
"Where are my pants?" she asked, because she didn't want to sit on her wet pussy without the protection of her undies between it and her skirt.
Johnnie picked her panties from the floor of the car and shook the dust off them. Then he tenderly fitted them onto her legs and pulled them up, snugging them around her beautiful bottom. She turned and sat down, tucking her skirt beneath her.
"Wheeeew!" she said, and pushed her disheveled hair away from her face. 'That was wild!"
"But you liked it, huh?" Johnnie said, snuggling close.
"It was wonderful!"
They kissed, his hands stroking her exposed breasts. His lips glided from her mouth and down her throat to suck at each of her nipples, in turn.
"Baby, you're terrific!" he said, gazing at her as he hefted one of her titties on his palm.
"So are you!"
Maybelle wished she could tell him about the spot Nick had put her in, and she wanted to reveal her problem with the bank manager, as well. But she was afraid Johnnie wouldn't understand.
She turned the tables on him and said, "You were going to tell me what you're supposed to do for Nick Delman tomorrow."
"Was I?" Johnnie grinned. "Nick told me not to talk about it. He said the whole thing is super-secret while he's getting his business set up, and if anybody talks out of turn it's liable to ruin everything. But maybe I can tell you this much-tomorrow's Friday, and that's the day we start generatin' capital."
"What?"
"Generatin' capital is what Nick called it, but I can't tell you just what that means. We're gonna do it on Friday and Saturday, all around Peachville. It's gonna help Nick get that big government contract he's got his eye on."
"I don't understand any of this," Maybelle said.
"Well, I don't either, to tell you the truth. But
Nick says we've gotta do it to show that his company is active and handling a lot of business. Otherwise the government won't give him the order." "What order?"
'To build some kind of gizmo for jet planes," Johnnie said, fondling his girl friend's tits. "Nick claims he's got all the equipment to do the job--it's in Chicago, and he's having it shipped here."
'This is crazy!" Maybelle said.
"You mean, what I said," Johnnie asked with a grin, "or this?"
He squeezed her breasts harder and rolled her plump nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
Maybelle began heating up once more.
"Ooooooh, that's the craziest!" she said, and began playing with the youth's damp, floppy cock.
His statement about Nick had mystified her, and she didn't see how she and the bank fitted into the picture-except for that part about "generating capital." The bank controlled all the business capital in Peachville, so it obviously had to be involved in the scheme. Maybelle wondered if her boss knew what Nick had in mind.
Those thoughts went spinning away as Johnnie placed his hand between her legs. His mouth sucked warmly at one of her breasts, and his cock began to grow in her clasping hand.
They were off on another passion trip, and Maybelle was as eager for it as he. Only when she was fucking with Johnnie did she forget her other troubles. Nick, Stebbins, and her nasty old uncle couldn't intrude on the wonderful love they shared. Maybelle had climaxed with the other men, with all of them, but there was more than just physical satisfaction between Johnnie and her. There was Something warmer and deeper, called love. That made all the difference in the world.
Johnnie's fingers lifted an elastic legband of Maybelle's panties and glided under it. He stroked the damp fur of her pussy, then parted the fleshy labia. One finger, then two, slithered into her wet, warm cunt.
She tugged at his penis, restoring it to thick, throbbing erection, aided by his digital penetration of her clasping flesh. She rolled his foreskin up and down on his cock, masturbating him as delightfully as he was frigging her, his fingers stroking in and out of her hole.
"Pull my pants and shorts down around my knees," he said, not content merely to poke out through his fly when he took her this time.
Maybelle complied, and he lifted his hips to help her. His erection swayed, the pink, moist head of his cock swelling hugely.
"Now for your panties," he said, and stripped the silky, damp garment off her.
He grasped her under the arms and swung her astride his legs, facing him.
"Oooooh, John-neeeee!" she purred, kneeling on the carpet as she straddled his thighs.
His cock stuck straight up in front of her belly, and she rubbed against it, enjoying the way his hardness brushed her bush and tickled the top of her slit.
He pushed his rump deeper into the cushion and grasped his cock, directing it into her crotch. Maybelle rose a bit to make the connection possible, then let herself down onto his prong. Her knees skidded to the sides as she knelt very open astride his lap, almost doing a split. His prick throbbed way up inside her.
He grasped her full breasts and rubbed her nipples along his lips, stiffening the rubbery studs. He took moist, lingering sucks at her titties.
Maybelle writhed, grinding her hips fervently, which caused her cunt to swirl around his up-thrust cock. Her tits tossed and quivered against his face.
Johnnie's hands curled around the lush cheeks of her ass, which he squeezed and pulled apart as she rotated and pumped her pussy up and down on his shaft.
Her eyes rolled wantonly. Every fiber of her being seemed to throb. Johnnie's prick felt so very good as it surged up and down inside her, rippling the narrow walls of her cunt. Her nipples throbbed as he tugged at first one, then the other. Her breasts bobbed rhythmically as she twisted from side to side while fucking up and down on his lap.
Every part of the lovely girl's body seemed to move at once. It made her feel deliriously abandoned to love a man that way-especially Johnnie! He was the only one she wanted to make love to, from that time on.
His stiff cock jabbed repeatedly up into her swirling, pumping cunt. As he continued holding her buttocks apart, his fingers felt the gliding linkage of his hard shaft and her soft, clasping flesh. His fingertips glided along the cleft of her ass, tickling her tingly little anus.
Maybelle cooed. She moved faster and faster astride her lover. She gasped and moaned. Finally she squealed as they reached a pounding, quivering finale.
She lapsed heavily against him, his prick giving its last little twitches far up inside her. Gradually it grew soft and, as they kissed and licked each other's tongues, the presence inside her shrank.
She climbed off him, relinquishing his penis. She slid into her panties before sitting down.
Johnnie put his arm around her, and they sat very close together during the drive to her home.
"I wish you wouldn't work for that man," she said thoughtfully.
"Who-Nick? Hell, he's all right!"
"I don't think he is," Maybelle said. "He'll get you in trouble."
"No, he said there wouldn't be any static about the checks."
Maybelle looked intently at the youth. "What checks?"
"Oooh shit, I shouldn't have said that!" Johnnie said. "But I can trust you. Just don't tell anyone else-okay?"
"What about the checks, Johnnie?" Maybelle asked apprehensively.
"Well, that's how the rest of the guys and me are gonna generate capital. We're gonna cash this bunch of checks all around town on Friday and Saturday. Then we're gonna bring the money to Nick, and he's gonna put it into the bank on Monday. That'll make it look like he's doing a lot of business-see?"
Maybelle saw at last, and the vision terrified her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Mr. Stebbins, I think you should close out the Delman account," Maybelle said when she entered her boss's office the next morning.
"Whaaat?" The square-faced little man looked at her as if she had spoken sacrilege.
'That Delman is no good!" she insisted, her head held high. The little muscles around her soft mouth twitched.
A smile crept of Stebbins's face. "Well now, maybe Mr. Delman is a rascal with the ladies- I wouldn't, know about that-but he's a solid client as far as this bank is concerned. True, he deposited only a thousand dollars, but there are many more thousands coming, he assured me."
"Oh, yes? Well, you'll find out, Mr. Stebbins!"
The manager got up and circled his desk, studying Maybelle closely. "Just what do you know that you're not telling me, precious? And please . . . call me Sam when we're alone, won't you?"
Standing in front of her, he reached for her breasts as if he were picking peaches from a tree. Maybelle shrugged away from him, her expression turning cross.
"Please don't do that!" she said.
Stebbins's eyes widened. "It seems our mood has changed since yesterday," he observed in his syrup drawl. x
"Maybe it has." Maybelle turned to leave. "I just wanted to warn you about Delman is all. What you do is your business."
"Wait!" Stebbins scurried around the girl and shut the door. He smiled sneakily. "I got those pills yesterday, and I 'spose you're taking 'em."
"What I take or don't take is my own business!" she said defiantly. She had decided to break off her sordid affair with the boss. Now that she had Johnnie, she didn't need anyone else-and she felt strong enough to say so.
"Are you refusing me a little fun today, Maybelle?" the banker asked, an ominous note creeping into his voice.
"Yes! I want us to have a strictly business relationship from now on."
"Oooh you do, hmmm? Well now, isn't that interesting?"
Stebbins's eyes flicked over her, and she felt as if her clothes were being stripped away. Her pussy tingled, as always happened when a man looked at her like that.
"With you procrastinating' over that generous offer I made you, I got in touch with your uncle last night," Stebbins went on. "You were out some place-on a date, your uncle said. Well, strangely enough, old Hobart may be a narrow-minded stick in the mud, but he's got a head for business. When I told him how fond I am of you-and when I also just casually pointed out that this bank could put him out of the mortgage lendin' business by refinancing all his loans at lower rates-he was quite ready to make a deal."
"A d-deal?" Maybelle echoed apprehensively.
'That's right, sugar plum." The banker resumed caressing her tits. "Old Hobart said I could have you with his blessing. In fact, we arranged for you to move out of his house and into a little place on the edge of town that I just rented. Of course, all this has got to be hush-hush. That place has a back door that opens off an alley."
"Mr. Stebbins!" Maybelle exclaimed, her cheeks blazing, and she slapped his hand away from her breasts. "I'm not just a ... a piece of meat that one man can sell to another!"
"Darling. . . I think the time has come to cut out the bullshit."
Maybelle stared at the obnoxious little banker, who was showing his true colors at last.
"I want you," he said, his eyes glinting greedily. "And I'm damned good and well goin' to have you! Long as your uncle says it's okay, there isn't a blessed thing you can do about it, unless you want to run away from this town like a whipped bitch with her tail between her legs. What I offered you was very generous-most girls woulda jumped at it. I suggest you snap it up fast, before I decide I was too free-hearted."
He pulled down the zipper on the front of her dress.
"Oooooh please, Mr. Stebbins . . ." she murmured, finding herself slipping back into her old feeling of dependence and shame. It seemed that the whole town had her hemmed in, and they were pushing . . . pushing . . .
Stebbins squeezed and rolled her round, firm titties in her bra. Maybelle shut her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed.
She shamefully let the man slide her dress off her shoulders and along her arms. As it hung from her rounded hips, he reached behind her to unhook her bra.
The flimsy harness came away, and her breasts jutted in quivering fullness. She heard Stebbins catch his breath as he gazed at the beauties. Then his avaricious hands crept around them and squeezed, causing Maybelle to bite her lip.
The man's thumbs stroked her nipples, and the rubbery stems stretched out, tilting upward. He bent his head and took a moist, licking suck.
Maybelle wanted to clout him across his gray-fringed, bald head, but she didn't dare. She simply didn't feel strong enough to stand up to him and the whole town.
She arched herself and let him suck her titties, taking the first from his mouth after a time and shifting her shoulders to shove the other nippled crest between his lips. She felt some physical excitement, but it was shallow. Mostly she was ashamed, and she detested the unctuous little man.
He blindly worked her dress over her lyre-like hips, and it puddled on the floor around her feet. She stood before him in her stockings and pants, the' latter nude-toned and filmy, clinging to her curves of belly, hips and ass.
Stebbins stepped back to look at her, and his sly eyes turned milky. A hump had already risen at the front of his trousers.
Damn all pricks! Maybelle thought. Except Johnnie's, of course. How I wish I had his beautiful cock right now! I'd get down on my knees and suck it.
Stebbins was the one to sink to his knees, before Maybelle. When he had first done that, it had given her a sense of power. This time it inspired only disgust.
"I adore you, my angel!" he murmured as he nuzzled her soft tummy through the filminess of her pants.
Maybelle stood as quietly as possible while strange sensations skittered through her. Stebbins licked her smooth, warm thighs above the tops of her stockings. His nose pressed her soft pussy through her nylon briefs.
'Turn around, precious," he said huskily, raising his head a bit.
Maybelle turned, feeling like a puppet rather than a person in command. Stebbins pulled her strings, and she did whatever he wished.
"Your ass . . . oooh, your beautiful, curvaceous ass!" he rhapsodized.
The dirty man! she thought.
T love ladies' asses," he crooned on, "and yours is the most shapely I have ever seen. Such firm, bulging buttocks, so exquisitely formed! Such a deep, mysterious cleft between them!"
Stebbins was stretching down the top elastic of her briefs so that he could admire the charms he had described. Maybelle shivered, though she felt warm. Her cheeks, especially, were burning.
Stebbins drew her panties down to her stocking-tops, and he stroked her quivery, loaf-like buttocks. He bent and began licking the satiny mounds.
Maybelle suddenly gave her hips a twist and backed up, bending forward at the same time. The cheeks of her lovely ass parted, catching the man's nose and mouth between them. She ground her hips, letting her dangling titties shake, and her crinkly little anus writhed against his lips.
She felt her first sharp thrill as his tongue poked at her tiny nest of puckers, and she relaxed the circular muscle so that he could break through.
"You filthy, filthy man!" she said in a smoldering voice as his tongue slithered up her asshole.
"Uuuuuhhhhnnnngg . . . uuuuhhhhnnnng..." Stebbins pleasurable responded, and hotly tongue-fucked her ass, her soft buttocks quivering against his cheeks.
Maybelle was getting very excited by that time, and she grasped her own breasts, squeezing them. She felt as if she was about to pitch forward onto her face. She straightened quickly, and the man's tongue popped out of her asshole.
She turned and faced him, still holding her tits.
"Sit on my face!" he demanded, stretching out on the carpeted floor.
Maybelle had to comply-was she not the puppet?
Stebbins guided her into position, so that she faced his feet and her buttocks settled down warmly astride his nose. His mouth was mashed against her juicy, flavorful cunt.
He slurped noisily while she writhed, his tongue twisting deep into her hair-pie and lapping up its rich juices. She stared at the peak in the front of his trousers.
Oh, well. . . she thought, and unzipped him.
She brought out his stubby cock and skinned its moist, rosy head. As she squeezed the stiff little member, more nectar oozed from its tip. She bent and stuck out her pink tongue, licking the tip of his prick.
"Aaaaahhhhnnng . . . aaahhhnnnngg . . . gla-aaaahhhhnnnngghh!" he groaned happily, feasting on her wet, warm pussy.
She took the knob of his penis into her mouth and champed on the spongy bulb. More juice seeped out, which she swallowed. She began bobbing her brunette head, stroking her encircling lips on his rod.
The room throbbed with the sensuous vibrations of their sixty-nining. Maybelle twisted her ass more heatedly against the man's face, and he penetrated her pussy even deeper with his tongue, while she sucked his quivering, upthrust pecker.
She felt herself nearing a climax which was unwanted, but nonetheless real. She knew Stebbins was getting there, also. His rod twitched between her clasping, moist lips, and his glans ballooned against her tongue.
She sucked harder and felt his lips clamp on the tender head of her clit. She lurched, a warm flare exploding deep within her. She champed hard on Stebbins's pecker, and he came. His warm spurts coursed over her tongue and down her gulping throat.
She was satisfied for the moment, but very ashamed. She hated the man who had made her feel that way.
* * *
She expected Nick to be in touch with her before the day was out. The contact came in the form of a phone call, just before lunch.
"Meet me in the alley behind the bank," he said "as soon as you get a break."
"What if I don't?" Maybelle responded.
"Then those pictures go out, baby! I'll spread em all over town!"
Maybelle met him, and they drove to a drive-in at the edge of town to have a sandwich.
"I know what you've got in mind," she said. "You're going to get those guys you've hired to cash a bunch of checks and turn the money back to you, and then you're going to leave town. I just don't see where I come in."
"You're thinking small, honey," Nick responded as he champed his hamburger. 'This weekend I'm just laying the groundwork for the big play. Sure, I'm going to have the guys cash more checks than I've got money to cover. They're all local fellows, so they shouldn't have trouble cashing the checks at every spot around here. There'll be a lot of checks, but they'll be small-none over two hundred bucks. After the guys turn the proceeds back to me, I'll redeposit the funds on Monday. That's where you come in. You're going to make sure that my deposit catches all the checks that are turned in Monday. I don't want any slip-ups. The reputation of Delman Industries has to be well established. Everybody in town has to find out that my checks are good as gold."
"And then?" Maybelle asked.
"Then . . . next weekend . , . I cash the big checks. I'm going to take this fucking town for every cent its got! Then I blow. But you won't be involved next weekend, baby. You can just let those worthless checks bounce.
"Oh . . . there's one little thing I'll want you to do. Just before the bank closes next Friday, I'll step up to your window and quietly withdraw what's left in my. account. And you'll keep real mum about that until Monday. By then I'll be back in Chicago, with my pockets stuffed."
"How nice for you!" Maybelle said acidly. "And what about the innocent guys you roped into the deal? They'll be stuck for those checks they cashed!"
"That's the breaks," Nick said callously, and grinned. "You're worried about Johnnie Wheeler, aren't you? I guess he's the one who tipped you on the scheme. Well, you listen to me, baby: Don't warn him what's going to happen, or I'll send out those pussy pictures of you. Johnnie and the whole town will see your pretty twat in living color, with a man's cream clinging to it and his fingers holding your little gate open. How would you ever explain that, huh?"
"You're just awful!" Maybelle said.
"Oh, yeah . . . tell me what a mean man I am!" he sneered. "Now hurry up and finish your sandwich. I've got to get back and write some checks."
He dropped Maybelle a couple of blocks from the bank because she had some shopping to do, she had told him. She stood looking into a store window until he drove off, then she walked up a side street to the Wheeler Feed Company.
Johnnie was tending the place alone, and there were no customers present when Maybelle walked in. Grinning, the young man approached her.
"It's nice that you can keep this job and work for Nick, too," she said.
"Yeah . . . well, this is only temporary. As soon as Nick gets his operation off the ground, that will be full time."
Johnnie drew Maybelle into his arms and kissed her. Since they were alone among the sacks of livestock feed, piled in rows, he took the liberty of running his hands up and down her back and caressing her plump, springy buttocks.
"What time are you supposed to start cashing those checks for him?" Maybelle asked.
"Right after the bank closes."
"And how many is he going to give you to cash?"
"Oh, four or five, I guess. I told him I figured there were about that many places around Peachville that would cash checks for me."
"At two hundred dollars each, that makes about a thousand dollars, doesn't it? That's just about as much as Nick has on deposit."
"Hey, what's going around in your pretty head?" Johnnie asked as he grinned at her.
"Do you love me-I mean, really?" Maybelle looked earnestly into his eyes.
"You know I do, baby."
"And you've always been thinking of leaving Peachville, right?"
"Well, yeah ... I was about to. But now things are different. I've got you and that great job with Nick."
He drew Maybelle into his arms once more. "Speaking of having you . . . why don't we knock off a quickie right here, while we've got the chance?"
Maybelle needed the strength which Johnnie could give her in order to see herself through the next few hours. She grasped her boyfriend's hand and led him to the very back of the store where they were well hidden by the piles of livestock feed. There she unzipped her dress and wriggled out of it. She was an appetizing picture in stockings, panties, and bra.
"Ooooo-eeee, baby!" the young man exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "There was never anything so pretty in this store before."
'Take off my bra . . . hurry!" Maybelle said.
Her boyfriend complied, baring her beautiful and large breasts.
"Now my panties!" she said.
Johnnie quickly knelt before her and drew her silky briefs down, exposing her wedge-shaped patch of dark pubic curls. She flexed her tapering, stocking-clad legs, stepping from her panties.
Johnnie's hands went around the cheeks of her bottom, and he squeezed the shapely mounds as he nuzzled Maybelle's sweet belly. He licked her thighs above her stockings.
Against the wall, there was a short pile of feed sacks, and she sat on it. That placed her at just the right height to receive her boyfriend's erotic attentions.
His pants bulged as he stood in front of her, and his eyes widened lustfully as he gazed at her moist cuntal slit which had opened in her clump of dark fur.
"Honey, you're something else!" he said appreciatively as he moved up to her.
"I hope you really feel that way," she said as she unzipped his pants. "Because pretty soon it's going to be just you and me, with the whole world in front of us."
He didn't take the time to ask her what she meant, because his cock was steel-stiff as she brought it out. He had to use it on the marvelously inviting pussy that gleamed in rosy moistness between her widespread thighs.
He took another step forward, and she fitted the knob of his prick into her fleshy vestibule. Then he pushed, and her warm, wet flesh claimed his entire thrusting rod.
"Oooooh, Jesus!" he husked as he pumped his lithe hips, stroking his rigid prick in and out of her.
Maybelle leaned against the wall and shut her eyes. She circled her nylon-sheathed legs around Johnnie's middle, and pumped with him, her titties shaking from the force of their concentrated fucking.
He squeezed and rolled her luscious tits and groaned passionately, heightening the fervor of his cunt-spearing thrusts. Maybelle was right with him, climbing the ladder of lust, stroke by stroke.
They reached the pinnacle together and pumped heatedly until they achieved completion at exactly the same moment. Her cunt rippled up and down on his twitching rod, and he spurted his warm cream deep into her belly.
He hugged her close, bending to kiss her sweet mouth.
After he withdrew his dripping prick from her pussy, she said, "Now we've got to have a talk- and this is very important. I'm going to tell you some things you won't want to hear, but you've got to believe me."
"Sure, honey," he said, curious as to what she had in mind.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Maybelle returned to the bank, she went directly to Stebbins's office.
"You're late, precious," he said scoldingly, though in the hypocritically sweet tone which was his hallmark. "Just because you and I are, uh. special friends, that doesn't mean you can take liberties with your job."
"Knock that off!" Maybelle said sharply. "I want you to put somebody else at my station so that I can make some calls." .
"What kind of calls?" Stebbins asked, taken aback by her attitude.
"Never mind! You'll do it, Mr. Stebbins, or I'll tell everybody in the bank about us."
"Now, wait a minute . . ." he said, rising.
"No, you wait... softie! Your precious reputation is at stake." "Maybelle, I don't understand you!" "Just do what I said."
The bank manager left his office, giving her a funny look. He obviously didn't want to comply with her odd demand, but was afraid not to. When all was said and done, she did have him by the balls, she realized, her sense of power rising again.
Stebbins assigned one of the bookkeepers to Maybelle's teller's window, and she took a desk at the rear. She got out the phone book and waited until Stebbins had walked away, still perplexed and confused, before she began dialing.
She methodically called every store, cafe and bar in town. Her message was the same to all of them: Delman Industries was insolvent, and they shouldn't cash any checks drawn on Delman's account.
That job done, she returned to her station and relieved the substitute girl.
She was getting strange looks from everyone by that time, but she didn't care. She kept an eye on the clock as the hour grew late.
At five minutes before closing time, Johnnie appeared, as they had agreed and placed five checks before her. Each was drawn to his name, for two hundred dollars, and was signed by Nick. Johnnie had endorsed them all.
There was only nine hundred dollars in the account, but Maybelle cashed all five checks, anyway. She figured that Stebbins owed her the extra hundred, at least. Johnnie pocketed the cash and, with a wink, left the counter.
Maybelle closed out her own savings account, and walked to Stebbins's office, her hips rolling. Johnnie was seated just outside the office, out of Stebbins's line of vision.
'Tm quitting," Maybelle told the manager. "May I have my final check, please?"
The short, baldheaded man- was shocked. "Maybelle . . . precious . . . what's come over you today?"
"I'm leaving Peachville," she said.
"But you can't-not after all we've meant to each other!"
"You haven't meant anything to me!" she snapped. "I never agreed to your filthy proposition."
"Angel, you don't know what you're saying!" Stebbins exclaimed, and sought to embrace her, unmindful the door of his office was open.
She tried to squirm away, but he succeeded in wrapping his hands around the springy-soft globes of her ass. As she writhed, he pulled her against him, and her rotating belly teased his cock to hardness.
The sound of her hand striking his cheek reached the young man who was seated just outside, and he raged into the office.
"You prick!" he yelled at Stebbins when he saw him embracing Maybelle. The young man grasped the stubby banker and whirled him away from her.
"Don't!" she cried when Johnnie cocked, his fist to smash Stebbins in the face. "He still has to make out my check."
"And cash it!" Johnnie added menacingly.
"Yes.. . . yes," Stebbins said, hurrying to his desk.
He drew the check on his special account, not bothering about deductions.
"You're making a terrible mistake!" he said as he pulled out his wallet and cashed the check, which Maybelle endorsed.
"Now you can hit him, Johnnie I" she said, and put the money into her purse.
The young man lunged across Stebbins's desk and lifted him by his shirt-front. Johnnie's balled fist struck the banker on the jaw, and he slumped in his chair with a groan. Maybelle and Johnnie hurried from the office, past the other bank employees who were clustered outside the door with their mouths gaping.
Johnnie drover her home and gave her a kiss just before she got out. "I'll pick you up in half an hour," he promised.
That would give each of them just enough time to pack.
Maybelle rushed into the house, where she found her uncle waiting, his expression fierce.
"You ungrateful slut!" he exclaimed. "Your boss called me and told me what happened. Do you realize you've ruined me?"
"Don't be ridiculous!" she said, brushing past him toward the stairs. "Stebbins won't blame you. But even if he did, you've got it coming! You had no right to barter me off to him."
"Ooooh, no?" The husky, white-haired man grasped Maybelle by an arm and dragged her away from the stairs. "I own you! I can do any- thing with you I want!"
"You may own half the town, Uncle," she said. "But, I'm not included! Now, let go!"
Hobart's jowls quivered, and he swung Maybelle around. He dropped onto a straight chair in the entry hall and pulled her forward, across his lap.
She was appalled to realize he intended to give her another spanking. She writhed, but he had no difficulty holding her down with one hand while he pulled up her skirt with the other. Her shapely buttocks shook in flesh-tone nylon panties.
The old man took a bead on her quivering, bobbing ass, then smacked the flat of his hand stingingly against the seat of her panties. She yelped. Hobart kept spanking her panty-clad bottom, making loud, fleshy reports, and her buttocks shook wildly, smarting beneath her thin briefs.
Maybelle first felt humiliation, then rage that her uncle would dare treat her this way after all that had happened between them. She dug her hands into his leg, scratching him. But that only seemed to spur him on.
He pulled her panties down off her bouncy butt and spanked her bare asscheeks, making sharper, more erotic sounds that were like pistol shots in the small foyer. As she squirmed, falling farther forward across his lap, the black fur of her pussy, and its plushy lips, peeped out from between the tops of her creamy-smooth thighs.
Her uncle's cock pressed against her belly by that time, giving her added shame. She squealed loudly.
Nick approaching the front door of the house with fire in his eyes, didn't bother to knock but jerked the door open. He saw old Hobart spanking Maybelle's bare, upturned ass.
'That's what she's got coming," Nick snarled. "And worse!"
Hobart stopped spanking his niece and stared at the intruder. He continued to hold Maybelle down, and didn't bother covering her bottom, as he demanded, "Who are you?"
"A guy she double-crossed!" Nick said, having gotten the first reports of failure from his check-cashing brigade. "Let me get at her when you're through!"
"Why wait?" Hobart retorted, an odd lust churning in his old balls. "Just shut the door, huh?"
Maybelle was horrified. She prayed that Johnnie would return early to pick her up, but feared he would not be early enough.
"Carry her upstairs and throw her on a bed!" Hobart told Nick.
The younger man boosted her off the other's lap, and flipped her onto his shoulder. Her skirt hung down over her head, and her bare ass stuck into the air, quivering, as he carried her up the stairs. Her silk panties were wound around her thighs, just above her stocking tops.
Hobart followed up the staircase, the front of his trousers pushing forward. It would be a rare thrill, he thought, to take her while the young stud was taking her too-they would ruin her together, and it would be a fitting comeuppance for her betrayal of him.
Maybelle wailed in fright and humiliation, but her voice was muffled by her inside-out skirt. Her uncle's house was well insulated and set back from the road, making it all but impossible for her cries to have been heard next door or on the street, anyway.
Nick tossed her onto her uncle's wide bed, and she sprawled across it on her belly, her naked asscheeks vibrating.
'There's only one kind of punishment this bitch deserves," Nick grated as he stared at her bottom, which bore rosy swatches from the spanking she'd received. 'That's to get fucked up the ass!"
Hobart's gnarled old penis twitched. "Okay, give it to her!" he said, his eyes glinting madly. "And I'll shove my cock in her mouth!"
"NOOOOOOH!" Maybelle bawled. "PLEASE!"
Her cries were to no avail as Nick ripped his pants open and pushed them down, together with his shorts. His long prick whipped free and locked into an arrogant upward slant.
Hobart moved around to her front and unzipped his trousers. He pulled out his heavy cock and rolled back its leathery foreskin, causing his moist, purplish glans to swell.
The girl gazed at his thickly veined prick which projected forward from his open fly, and she felt ill. But she was more concerned about Nick's vicious cock, which was going to come at her from behind.
Oh, Johnnie . . . JOHNNIE! she thought. Where are you?
Nick knelt on the bed and grasped her fleshy asscheeks, his thumbs in the creases beneath their cushiony softness while his fingers extended up her dimpled flanks. He pushed, forcing her ass into the air. She had to draw her knees forward, to steady herself, and her breasts were mashed into the bed, her cheek lying against it.
Nick pinched her buttocks apart and gazed at the tiny anus he had invaded once before and which was tightly clenched against his second onslaught.
He gathered a wad of saliva in his mouth and spat it into the crack of Maybelle's ass. The spit landed directly on her sensitive dimple, creating a moist shock. Nick was quick to take advantage of the lubrication, moving close and poking his blunt cockhead against the resisting aperture.
"NOOOOOOOH!" Maybelle cried.
Her uncle smiled glintingly as he watched in sadistic fascination. The girl had it coming, he assured himself. This would pay her back for all the years she had lived in his house without giving him the satisfaction he had craved-and it would repay her for her latest perfidy. He stroked his knobby-headed prick, preparing to gain his final satisfaction from her.
Nick was grinding his stiff prick against her asshole, forcing the tiny orifice to spread. A burning ache blossomed in her abused rear as the cruel man stretched her rubbery ring wide, then popped his fat cockhead into her butt. Growling lustfully, he pushed harder, and his prick sank deeper and deeper into her ass.
Hobart chuckled lasciviously as he watched, and Maybelle moaned, beating her small clenched fists against the bed. Nick's brutal invasion of her backside hurt, and she was gazing at her uncle's nasty old prick, knowing that she was about to be forced to suck it.
He waited until Nick had penetrated his niece's asshole to the full length of his thick, throbbing rod. When the younger man began to stroke in and out through her tightly clutching anal ring, and she opened her mouth to bawl piteously, Hobart shoved his meaty whang between her lips, choking off the sound. He stopped her pretty face thoroughly with his strong-tasting, slippery prick, and there was nothing that Maybelle could do but suck on the filthy thing as her eyes rolled and her senses swirled giddily.
Nick continued giving it to her up her rear, his cock stroking the sensitive nerve-ends in her clasping anus and reaching deep into her bowels. At the same time, Hobart stroked in and out between her circular, sucking lips.
As much as she hated the sadistic men, and resented their vile attack upon her, she responded to the unwanted dual assault. Her back began to ripple as she lifted her bottom rhythmically to Nick's asshole-spearing thrusts. At the other end of the undulation, her head lunged at her uncle's thrusting cock. She took his fat knob deep into her throat as her lips worked fishlike along his shaft. Her legs flexed in her sheer stockings and taut garter straps.
"Aaawwwwngh . . . aaaawwwwgh . . . ghh-aaaaawwww . . ." she -said against the meaty prick that stuffed her mouth.
She felt Nick's cock surging far up her rectum as he fucked her tight asshole with fierce concentration. His hands rolled her fleshy buttocks, alternately pulling them apart and letting them snap shut around his stroking shaft. He got glimpses of her rosy anal membrane turning outward as he drew his prick from her, then folding in once more as he gave her grabby asshole his next sodomistic thrust.
Maybelle's nerves drew taut and, though she struggled against giving way, she was unable to hold off the orgasm that exploded within her like a bright, hot flare. She champed down on her uncle's mouth-fucking prick, and he came, spurting his rich cream down her throat.
Nick ejaculated into her hot ass a moment later, and the dizzy girl felt a new throb of orgasm that further shamed her.
"Maybelle!" Johnnie was yelling from downstairs.
She jerked her mouth of her uncle's cock and cried, "Up here, Johnnie! Help me!"
The young man lunged up the stairs two and three at a time and burst into the room. He arrived to see Nick pull his prick out of Maybelle's ass.
Livid with rage, Johnnie swung at the wiry but unprepared con man. His fist caught Nick on the jaw and sent him toppling over.
Hobart had pulled his cock from Maybelle's mouth and was trying to make it to the door. Johnnie stuck out a foot and tripped him, sending him lunging forward, his head bashing painfully into the wall. Hobart lay still, looking like a sack of dirty clothes.
Nick was struggling to his feet. Johnnie caught him with a knee under the chin and he fell back. The young man kicked him.
"Ghaaaaawwww . . ."he rattled, blood trickling from his mouth. He lay still.
"Have you killed them?" Maybelle asked, scrambling off the bed.
"Not likely," Johnnie said. "But I'm not sure they don't deserve it. Come on-get your stuff together. We're taking off!"
Late that night, in a motel room many miles from Peachville, Maybelle snuggled in her young lover's arms and said, "It's all like a bad dream now. And we've got our whole lives ahead of us, darling."
"Yeah," he said, beaming at her. 'That money we got from Delman is just enough to tide us over until I find a job. I'll bet that son of a bitch is fit to be tied-he came to Peachville to screw the hicks and got screwed himself. We left him without a penny."
"Serves him right," Maybelle said. "But that business about you getting a job-how about me, too? I'm a pretty good teller, you know."
"Sure, but can you see Stebbins giving you a reference?"
Maybelle frowned. "I suppose not. Well, I can do something else."
"Right on!" Johnnie said. "You'll be doing what you do best."
"And what's that, Mr. Wheeler?"
"Making love to me. Day and night, if I want it. Hell, I'll even come home for lunch."
"You!"
He pushed the covers down away from them and looked at Maybelle's beautiful body. He fondly stroked her shivery tits and watched her nipples stiffen up, rosy and plump. He bent and licked one.
He was showing some stiffening himself, and Maybelle's delicate, cool hand crawled around his shank. She squeezed his dick hard.
"How about getting on top, baby?" he suggested ardently.
"Sounds great. But first . . ."
Maybelle snuggled down next to his loin and gave his fat, throbbing cockhead a swipe with her rosy tongue. A tremor passed through his husky form, and he stroked her black hair.
"Do you think I give good head, Johnnie?" she asked, her soft lips brushing his cock. 'The best!" he said.
'That's what I love to hear," she told him. "Because I want to be a real hot cocksucker, just for you!"
Her mouth capped his prick, and she began to suck fervidly, pumping her head up and down. He groaned. His hips writhed against the bed. He jabbed gently upward, stroking his rigid cock between her soft, sucking lips.
When she had brought him to a throbbing peak of excitement, he guided her forward astride him, and his prick speared upward into her warm, clasping cunt. She screwed her hips passionately and bobbed on flexing legs. Her titties bounced up and down.
"Oooooh . . . yeah, baby!" he husked.
"Johnnie, I just love your prick!" she said.
She proved she really meant it as her motions became more frenzied, her pussy gulping hungrily at his upthrust cock. Her tits tossed and quivered.
Johnnie reached up and grasped them. Then he gave a vigorous lunge into her swirling cunt. His prick shook in her velvety, wet clutches as he spurted his sperm deeply into her.
Maybelle came gloriously, and she knew she was with the only man she would ever want. As he held her close and rocked her gently to and fro, kissing her about the neck, she looked forward to a whole lifetime of blissful fucking.
