Jack and Norma Bixby sat at the head of the long table. Jack was of medium height; he had dark good-looks and his eyes were cold and strong. He was thirty years old. Norma, his sister, was three years younger; she was seated to his left. Norma was tall and slender, taller than her brother, and she was pretty in spite of the severe way in which she wore her soft brown hair. At this moment Jack, looked cold and strong but an observant person could instantly detect that Norma was in truth the colder, stronger, more dominant person. Jack and Norma sat at the head of the long table and studied three men and a girl who sat on either side of the table waiting for orders.
Cal Sarno, the gatekeeper was a man in his fifties.
Bert Hammin, the gardener was short, plump, bald-headed and cheerful.
Tony Netto, the cook, was a wiry, dark-complectioned Italian with thick, wavy black hair.
Gail Houser, the maid was tall, spectacularly lovely and had a voluptuous figure.
"The four of you were carefully chosen," Norma Bixby said, as her steely grey eyes travelled from Cal to Bert to Tony to Gail. "Each of you is getting paid well, and you know the size of the bonus if we're successful. Our success, in a great degree, depends upon the four of you."
"That's right," Jack Bixby said, seconding his sister's statement. "Norma and I have done our homework well, and the four of you know it We have something on each of you, and each of you knows what that something is. You four and Norma and I are in this together. If we fail, if what we're going to do leaks out, then it's curtains for all of us. Now, Norma will give you some of the details."
"All right," Norma said with quiet authority. "I'm going to review everything for the last time.
Now, Sally Bixby arrives at four this afternoon. In the beginning you will all call her 'Mrs. Bixby'; I'm sure that after she's been here a little while you'll all be calling her Sally. Sally's only twenty-two, and yet she's Jack and my stepmother. Queer setup when your mother, stepmother in this case, is younger than her stepchildren. Our dearly-departed father was sixty-five when he married her. He was sixty-six when he died leaving the bulk of the Bixby fortune in Sally's possession."
"It took us several months to convince Sally to come live down here with us," Jack said. "But she finally agreed. Let me give you intimate background data on Sally. She's five foot three, has blond hair and blue eyes. She is very beautiful and has a delicious figure. She met our late father right after she graduated from college. She married him two months after meeting him. Now that he's dead she's all alone in the world-no family and no close friends-father kept her pretty much to himself.
"Now, Sally is very bright, went through college on a scholarship. But she's the kind of girl who has a powerful need for emotional security. We intend to provide her with that here," Jack said with an evil smile.
"Yes," Norma said. "We had a team of private detectives check up on Sally's past. This is what we know ... First, we know that she was unfaithful to our father at least three times during the year she was married to him-two times with men and once with a woman. These three affairs occurred while our father was away. When Sally was left alone she was without the emotional security that she needs and craves. So, it was easy for the two men and the one woman to seduce her. It isn't that Sally's a cheap sort of girl, it's just that she's very vulnerable when she has no one to cling to. This is an understandable situation in a person who's been alone most of her life," Norma said.
"We're going to exploit Sally's need for emotional security. By inviting her to stay here, we're offering her shelter, a family, emotional security. If we each play our parts right we'll make her emotionally dependent on us. Once she is totally dependent on us we will get her to sign over the control of her share of the estate to us. Once that happens each of you gets a big bonus payoff and our job is done," Jack said.
"Jack has procured a drug that'll help us bend Sally to our will," Norma smiled. "Jack, perhaps you'd better explain how the drug works."
"Certainly," Jack said. "This drug has been tested and it works. It must be carefully administered. We start with very small doses and slowly build up the doses. We'll administer the drug to her through her food."
"Then it'll be my job to administer the drug," asked Tony Netto, the cook.
"No," said Jack. "I'll add it to the food you'll cook. The drug is odorless and tasteless."
"What does the drug do." asked Gail Houser, the maid.
"It works on the emotions," Jack said. "If you have an emotional need this drug works on that primary need and heightens it."
"So what does that mean?" asked Bert Hammin, the gardener.
"Sally's two primary needs right now are for sex and emotional security as represented by friendship and love," Norma said. "The six of us sitting in this room are going to happily offer Sally our friendship. And, the six of us are going to become Sally's lovers."
"What makes you and Jack think she'll want all of us for friends ... and lovers?" Tony asked Norma.
"The drug'll work it's wonders for us. We know that when Sally was in college she had several affairs. Don't worry. First, you all have to establish friendly relationships with her. That won't be difficult to do. She's hungry for friendship and the drug will make her hunger grow greatly. It's the same deal with sex: she's a girl who has a healthy need for sex; the drug will make that need much, much more pronounced," Norma smiled.
"Let me backtrack for a moment," Jack said to the people gathered around the table. "Sally didn't marry our late father for his money. She loved him. We believe he represented a father figure for her. Now that he's gone she has no one and nothing to hold onto. She's very vulnerable and we're going to exploit her vulnerability. Once all of us are laying her with regularity, well, drug or no drug, she'll become greatly disturbed, even though she won't be able to control herself. Now, the only person who won't make her, will be Norma. We believe that in her anxiety she'll begin to cling to Norma as if Norma were an older sister. When that happens we'll have Sally where we want her. Norma will convince her to sign control of the estate into our hands."
"So, now you all can see why we hired you," Norma said. "Jack and I have done our homework on the four of you. We know that you three men-Cal, Bert and Tony-are studs." She smiled when she saw the look of surprise on the men's faces. "Yes, we know the three of you are hung like bulls ... and we also know that the three of you are highly-sexed and capable. If you men will check the wardrobes that we've had specially tailored for you, you'll find that your trousers are designed in such a way as to accentuate boldly the huge talent you have between your legs. I'm sure the three of you will love using what you've got between Sally's legs," she grinned. "Sally's quite a desirable little piece. And you, Gail," Norma said, looking at the tall, lovely, voluptuous maid. "Gail, we know you enjoy making it both ways. Your main job is seducing Sally after making friends with her. You'll be on intimate terms with Sally. You'll help her dress; you'll be her personal maid; that'll give you plenty of time alone with her. If you want to sample the wares of the men, well, that's up to you-you'll do that on your own time and it won't interfere with your real job. Knowing what we do about you, Gail, we know you're going to just love the job," Norma smiled.
"Now," Jack said, "Sally likes to cook and bake, so that'll give you time with her, Tony," he said to the cook. "Sally likes to garden, Bert, and that'll be your opportunity," he said to the gardener. "Cal," he said to the gatekeeper, "your job'll be two-fold. First, you'll drive her wherever she wants to go. Second, since you'll be tending the gate, you'll make sure she doesn't get the opportunity to escape. You'll be living in the gatehouse. That means your chances to make little Sally will be in the car and in the gatehouse. I'm sure you'll make out," he laughed.
"Cal," Norma said to the gatekeeper, "you'll drive down and pick her up at the airport. We'll give you a picture of her so that you'll recognize her. But, really, you won't need a picture, because there won't be a girl at the airport that'll match her beauty. Now, all of you go change into your uniforms. Cal will be leaving for the airport in a few minutes. Don't forget what you have to do. I'll bet each of you is going to love your job. The pay is excellent, the hours are good and the fringe benefits, well, when you see Sally you'll all agree that the fringe benefits couldn't be better," she laughed. "And, there's a big chunk of money in it for each of you as soon as we get Sally to sign over the control of the estate to Jack and me," Norma said. "Meeting dismissed. Now let's all get busy."
Jack and Norma sat there at the head of the table as their four accomplices filed out of the room, closing the door behind them.
"Well, Jack," said Norma "in a little while Sally will be here. Then we'll start feeding her your drug. How long do you figure it'll take until she's so under our power?"
"It's hard to tell, Norma. I'm hoping it won't take more than two months," he said.
Norma noticed that her brother's hands were shaking and that his eyes were darting about nervously. She knew the symptoms, and she knew the cure, too.
"Jack, you're pretty damn jumpy," Norma said. "His the combination of all the talk about sex plus staring at the luscious body of Gail gotten to you?" she smlied knowingly. "Yes," Jack admitted.
Norma knew that her brother could reach a pitch of nervousness, just by thinking about sex, that could be extremely dangerous. She knew that if he didn't get release things could get fouled up. Her brother could get violent and irrational when in the grip of sexual nervousness. She had know this a long time ... since they both had been children. The first time she had provided relief for her brother was when he was thirteen and she was ten. Her little ten-year-old hand had serviced her brother the first time. Over the years she and her brother had become very dependent on one another. They had had an incestuous relationship since she had been twelve years old-that was when her older brother had taken her virginity from her. They were very much like a married couple, but Norma was more the husband and Jack more the wife. She was a stronger, more dominant person than he. And now, knowing at once that her brother needed relief, Norma knew exactly what to do.
"Jack," Norma said with a gentle smile, "you can relax. Your little sister knows how to soothe you."
Without another word she dropped her hand into his lap and found that her brother was completely aroused. If the three men that they had hired were studs, well, they had nothing on Norma's big brother ... and, he was a big brother down there between his legs.
Her slim hand ran caressingly over the long, huge bulge in his trousers. Her brother sighed and relaxed in his chair.
"Feel good," she asked softly as her slim hand moved slowly up and down over the length of his rigidity.
"Wonderful," he said softly.
Norma slowly unzipped his fly. Then he lifted himself up so that she could pull down his trousers and shorts. Norma's slim, experienced hand caressingly closed over the familiar hardness it had fondled so many times over the past seventeen years.
His huge, rigid pride was now securely cupped in the curling fingers of her knowing hand. Slowly she slid her cupping hand up and down over the entire swollen length of his arching pride. He groaned and bucked his hips as she teased his pole with expert skill. His eyes were closed and his face was becoming flushed and he was beginning to pant. Her eyes watched avidly as her long, slim fingers curled round his hardness and moved up and down, pressuring in and out. She knew what her brother liked, and she liked doing it for him.
Her grasping hand began to move faster and faster, up and down, up and down. He was gargling, in the throes of passion, his words unintelligible. Her hand whipped her brother's hard pride faster and faster and she felt it beginning to swell and throb in the cup of her palm and fingers. Knowing that his release was rapidly approaching, she reached into her purse with her free hand and took out a handkerchief.
And then her brother began to buck wildly under her whipping hand. He cried out. And then he spurted forth hugely and she captured his final release with her handkerchief. Her hand continued to move swiftly until she felt his big pride begin to wilt. She never got over the fascination of watching a man's pride swell, spurt, and then wilt. And she had watched her brothers so many times ... so many times ... and she never got tired of it....
"There, feel better now?" she smiled as she finally let go of his depleted pride.
"Yes. Thanks, Sis."
"Anytime," she grinned. "Now you'd better pull up your shorts and pants, Jack. Our little stepmother will be arriving in a little while."
They kissed and then he pulled up his shorts and pants and they walked out of the room together.
CHAPTER TWO
Sally Bixby had arrived at the airport for her flight an hour early, and then had found that there would be an added half-hour delay before takeoff. So, she had an hour and a half to kill. She felt terribly lonely; the only thing that helped keep her spirits up was the way men and boys turned to watch her when she walked by. She was something to watch. Her face was strikingly beautiful and her figure was luscious perfection: a symphony of firm, lush curves that tantalized. Several people asked Sally for her autograph thinking that a girl as beautiful as she had to be an actress. Sally was pleased by the attention but still felt lonely.
She drifted into the bar and ordered a stinger. A college boy moved to the stool next to hers and engaged her in a conversation. He had a very smooth line and was very aggressive and attractive. Sally felt herself strongly attracted to the boy, and two more stingers didn't help put a lid on her feelings.
Sally's husband had been dead for three months; that was a long time for her to be without a man; she needed a man and had a healthy desire for sex. Marriage had made her accustomed to regular sex and now she had been without it for more than three months. So, when the boy suggested that they move to a secluded booth, she agreed. She still had an hour's wait until her plane was due to leave.
The boy sat close to her in the booth. His nearness, combined with her desire, made her want to snuggle close to the boy. And, the stingers had weakened what little resistance she might have naturally had.
It was a very trying hour for Sally. He was so close to her, and yet so far away ... He hinted that they could take a room at the airport hotel, share each others bodies, and then catch a later flight. Sally wanted desperately to have him, but she fought her need. The fact that she caught furtive glimpes of the boy's rock-hard arousal as he sat there close to her in the dark, secluded booth didn't help Sally's will to resist any.
She let him rest his hand on her knee, and she did cuddle close to him when he draped his arm around her slim shoulders. She didn't protest when he began kissing and nibbling at her ear. He was driving her wild with desire. She relaxed and didn't struggle when his hand slipped up under the hem of her skirt; his seeking hand had moved up onto the creamy flesh of her thigh just above her stocking top when the public address system called the number of her flight and said that it was ready for boarding. If the announcement hadn't come at that instant, Sally would have given in to her need, would have gone to the airport hotel with the boy, satisfied her need and then would have taken a later flight. But the p.a. announcement momentarily brought Sally out of her slide into complete surrender.
The college boy had the seat next to Sally on the flight to Atlanta. Being so close to him and yet being unable to touch him or have him touch her only served to heat up Sally's desire.
When they arrived at the Atlanta airport he gave her his phone number and address. She promised to call him just as soon as she was settled into her new home. They found a quiet corner and pressed their bodies close together and then shared a hot, deep kiss,-a searing, tongue-stabbing kiss that they had both been longing for.
They parted hesitatingly and then Sally made her way to the baggage claim area. She was burning with desire, desire that was founded on her long months of abstinence and fed by too many stingers and the teasing closeness of the college boy. She was ready to be had, and she knew it. As Sally walked toward the baggage claim area she was very aware of her body and the way in which men and boys hungrily looked at it. It was almost too much for her. She needed love, affection, sex ... and she had to do without....
As she walked around the area where the luggage from the flight was arriving she noticed a man coming toward her with a pleasant smile on his face. He was a man who appeared to be in his mid-fifties. He was wearing a grey uniform of a chauffeur, expensive looking and beautifully tailored. He had a fatherly look about him as he approached her, the same kind of look that her late husband had. The fatherly quality about the man made Sally's heart skip a beat as she remembered her husband. They didn't look the same but this older man gave her the same warm feeling that her late husband had given her.
"Mrs. Bixby?" the man asked as he touched the brim of his cap in a courteous salute.
"Yes...."
"I'm Cal Sarno. I'm the gatekeeper and chauffeur for the Bixby's. If you'll point out your luggage I'll take it to the car and drive you to the estate."
"Thank you. That's very kind, Mr. Samo."
"Please call me Cal," he smiled pleasantly.
"All right, Cal," Sally grinned, liking the elderly man immediately.
"Thank you, Mrs. Bixby."
"Cal, I hate to stand on formalities. I'd like you to call me Sally."
"Your wish is my pleasure, Sally," he smiled.
Sally pointed out her luggage and Cal went over and collected it. As he lifted the suitcases and started back toward Sally she noticed something about the man that jarred her. His trousers. They hugged his crotch virtually like second skin. And there, at the juncture of his thighs, Sally saw the hugeness of his limp pride bulging. She gasped. In repose it appeared to be larger than the college boy's had been when completely aroused. Sally felt warmth coming swiftly back to her loins. Just a glance at what the chauffeur had between his legs quickly made Sally as hot and bothered as she had been when she was with the college boy. She knew that Cal had noticed her eyes staring at his crotch. She quickly tore her eyes away from the bulge and smiled nervously at him. He smiled back, saying nothing, but there was no mistaking the way his eyes hungrily caressed her lush body in its clinging frail print dress.
"Is this all the luggage you have, Sally?"
"Yes, Cal. The rest of my things are being shipped. They should arrive tomorrow."
"Fine. If you'll just follow me we'll go to the car."
Sally walked alongside the man with the big bulge in his pants and she had trouble keeping her eyes off the front of his trousers.
Cal put her suitcases in the trunk of the big, black Lincoln. He came around and opened the back door for her.
"As long as we're not going to stand on formalities, Cal, why don't I ride up in front with you?" Sally smiled. "You can point out spots of interest more easily that way."
"Fine," he said as he opened the door for her.
Sally brushed close to Cal as she got into her car and the mere brush of his body made her shiver with desire. She told herself that she'd have to get a grip on herself. She settled into the comfortable front seat. The car's airconditioner made it very comfortable since the outside air was dank and humid. Cal slid in behind the wheel and smiled at Sally as he started the big car. Again her eyes went to the front of his trousers. What he had was now even more clearly outlined. When he sat down the clinging material of his pants pulled tightly around his crotch. She had never seen one so big. It excited her. It was all she could do to keep her eyes off it. And she fought a desperate desire to reach over and touch it to find out if it was real. It was so long and round and big! How big would it get when it was aroused? she wondered. What would it feel like in her? Could she take it? Would it be too big around for her fingers to curl around? Could her lips take its fullness? The questions made her burn with need. She was still slightly lightheaded from the drinks. The carryover of desire from her teasing hour with the college boy had been rekindled. And now her mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of the huge pride that belonged to the man sitting next to her as he slowly drove the big car out of the airport, "I think you're going to like living here," Cal said as he skillfully drove the car through the traffic.
"I hope so," Sally said softly.
"Mr. and Mrs. Bixby are wonderful people."
"I've met them," Sally said.
"They're looking forward to your arrival. And I think you'll like all the people who work on the estate."
"If they're as nice as you are, Cal, I'm sure I will," Sally smiled. She knew that he could easily detect the sultry sound in her voice, but she couldn't control it; it was caused by her growing need and her awareness that he had such a huge pride within easy reach of her eager hand.
"It's very nice of you to say that. I like you, too, Sally. Liked you the moment I saw you," he said. His voice was soft and pleasant and sounded sincere. "And, if you don't mind my saying so, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
"Why, thank you," Sally purred, very aware of her burning body as his hot eyes raked over her full, thrusting breasts.
"Well," he grinned, "that's the opinion of an old man and...."
"Now you stop calling yourself an old man," Sally smiled, cutting him off. "My late husband was older than you appear to be. Many young women find older men very attractive. If I hadn't found my late husband attractive, I wouldn't have married him."
"You mean a young, beautiful girl like yourself could find a man like me attractive," he said as he turned off onto a stretch of country road.
"Yes," Sally said simply, her voice very low and charged with emotion.
"Well, that's the nicest things I've been told in years."
"You men can be very dumb about women," Sally said, entering into an area of conversation that she knew was dangerous. But she couldn't help herself. She did find the man attractive. Well, she admitted to herself, his big attraction was the big bulge in his pants. And she knew that she was becoming too familiar with him. After all, he was only the gatekeeper and chauffeur. She was to be the mistress of the estate and that meant that she shouldn't become the mistress of the hired help. But in spite of this knowledge she made no attempt to change the intimate flow of their conversation.
"How do you mean that we men can be very dumb about women?" Cal asked, his eyes looking warmly into hers before again dropping down to caress her straining breasts again.
"It seems to me that men, especially older men, think that girls are only interested in young, handsome men."
"That isn't true?" Cal smiled.
"No. I've always found older men very attractive," Sally blurted out.
"Then I'm glad I'm an older man," he smiled. "That is ... if a beautiful young woman like you can find me attractive," he said softly.
"I told you I find older men attractive...." she said very softly. She knew that by saying this she was admitting that she found him attractive, but she couldn't stoy the words.
"I'm a lucky man if you can find me attractive," Cal said pressing home the point. "Am I Sally?" he asked, slowing the car on the deserted road as he turned toward her, his eyes searching hers.
Sally didn't answer. Her eyes looked into his. He could see by the warm, melting light in her eyes that she was strongly attracted to him, and he was sure that the carefully tailored trousers had turned the trick. He had seen her glance repeatedly down at the big bulge in his lap. And the warmth of her furtive glances had caused him to stir, had made his huge pride begin to stir to life. He knew that she was aware, very aware, that she was causing his big pride to begin to grow rigid. There was no way for him to hide it from her eyes, and he didn't want to.
"I don't want to get out of line, Sally," he said softly. "I'm only hired help, the gatekeeper and chauffeur. And you're the widow of Mr. Bixby. I've got to show you respect. You deserve it. I shouldn't be talking to you this way, me being hired help and all...."
"Now don't lower yourself, Cal," Sally said. "No matter what job you have you're still a man, and don't you forget it."
"You mean that?"
"Yes, I do."
"Just up ahead there's a turnoff. It's the highest point around here. You can get a fantastic view of all the country around from there. You ought to see it. Shall I turn the car off so you can have a look?"
"Do you think it's worth seeing, Cal?"
"I do."
"All right."
He turned the car off the road, pulled it onto a grassy, secluded area sheltered by big, old trees.
"This is a favorite parking spots for lovers," Cal laughed. "We'll have to get out here. It's just a very short walk to the high point from here."
"Okay," Sally said.
He came around and opened the door for her. She knew his eyes didn't miss a thing when she swung her legs out of the car. Her short skirt rode up over her stocking tops giving him a quick flash of lovely, creamy thighs.
CHAPTER THREE
Sally walked alongside of Cal. He took her hand in his to steady her as they stepped up over a rock. He didn't release her hand nor did she take it away when they reached the edge of the high point. They had walked along silently. The winding trail had been narrow and her body had bumped up against his several times. She had glanced down at the front of his trousers and had seen hard bunch of the material pressing outward, whipping from side to side as he moved next to her. She shivered delightfully, feeling the thrill of physical excitement.
They stood, still holding hands, at the edge of the high point. The view was breathtaking. But Sally found her eyes more attracted to the view at the front of his crotch. Her eyes went down again and again to the knot of his gigantic, aroused manhood as it protruded brazenly, pressing out against the material of his trousers as he stood there next to her. Sally wondered if he was feeling the same pulsation there as she was feeling deep within her own loins. She felt wound up as tight as a spring and wished he would unwind her.
"Great view, isn't it?" Cal asked.
"Yes."
They stood close for a long time gazing out over the city and the surrounding countryside.
"Maybe we ought to be getting to the estate," Sally said.
"Okay," he agreed.
He turned and took a step toward Sally just as she turned and stepped toward him. Their bodies gently collided together and they were pressing close to one another. With their bodies still pressed tightly together they looked at each other, both embarrassed and at the same time greatly excited by the physical contact. Sally could feel the hard thrust of his arousal stabbing intimately against the hot triangle of her womanhood. Her head swam.
Neither said a word. His arms went around her waist and then his hands came to rest on the sweet curve of her ungirdled bottom; his hands clutched gently each of the shimmering globes of delectable flesh. His lips took hers and his tongue slipped between her parted lips. Her tongue answered his. She sucked and nibbled on his thrusting tongue. They were glued together, breasts mashed against chest, thighs pressing close and undulating, his hard pride poking aggressively between her warm, worming, thighs, pushing the sheer material of her dress inward as it thrust at her hot triangle of womanhood. She murmured into his mouth, muffled desperate murmurings of longing and need.
Then Sally pulled her mouth away from his, but their straining bodies were still pressed closely together.
"Oh, dear," she said, confused and hot with need, yearning to have the hardness pressed fully and intimately against her triangle, deeply within her.
"I can't help myself, you're so beautiful and desirable," he said in a husky voice into her ear.
"This isn't right," she sighed.
"It's happening and it's natural," he whispered, his hands molding her sweet bottom, pulling her closer against his huge thrusting manhood.
"Oh, dear...." she whimpered. She was dizzy with her need.
Cal nuzzled at the fine line of Sally's beautiful throat as his hands kneaded the flesh of her buttocks until they began to grind and rotate in a circle of excitement.
He took one of his hands from her rotating bottom and brought it up high between them until it was fondling her full, firm, heaving breast. He circled the palm of his hand round and round over the nipple point of her cone making the nipple go hard and extended, causing her to twist and gyrate her body, making her groan and mutter and moan.
"Ohh, you're so beautiful! I need you...." he whispered.
"We shouldn't," Sally said weakly.
"We have to! We need it and want it," he insisted.
"Oh, dear...." she whimpered again.
"Come," he said softly. "We'll go back to the car. It's secluded there. Nobody will see us. It's comfortable and clean and there's plenty of room in the back. Come," he said, drawing her after him.
She followed him, as if hypnotized. When they reached the secluded grassy nook where' the car was parked he took her close and kissed her deeply.
"Let me undress you," he said softly.
She stood there obediently as he slowly stripped her dress off. In what seemed like an instant she was naked before him and his eyes were drinking in the incredible, flawless beauty of her body. He helped her into the back of the car and she lay back on the soft leather seat, her eyes half-lidded, her senses swooning with passionate need.
And then he was naked. He stepped into the back of the car, closing the door behind him. Sally saw his completely aroused pride swaying before him. Her eyes went wide with wonder. She had never seen anything so big.
He was on her, his lean body covering her lush body. Sally groaned as she felt the hot, sharp jab of his pride against her. She raised her head and opened her lips. Cal took her lips and the thirsting stab of his tongue thrilled her. They hungered at each others lips, nibbling, biting, drawing and sucking on each others tongues. As they kissed wildly Sally reached between their bodies and gripped his erection fully. She gasped in disbelief as her fingers closed around his huge pride. It didn't seem possible to her that a man could be as huge as he was.
His lips teased over her breasts, taking her hard, entended pink nipples between his lips; suckling, tongue flogging, teeth nibbling. Sally cried and sighed as she wormed beneath him. He worked over her breasts until she was crying out in her need.
Then his body crushed down hard on hers. His knees pressed between her thighs until they opened and lifted. He thrust forward his long, heavy, rigid lance, pressed it deep into her moist channel of love. She screamed, and then she opened fully and her secret moist cave of love anxiously welcomed the pushing invasion of the biggest male member it had ever had. It filled her till she felt she would burst. It speared in deeper than she believed possible. She welcomed the hard invasion so fully, in such a blaze of giving that was so intense that it lifted the naked girl high off the soft leather seat.
Cal's manhood jammed deep into Sally. She clutched her eager arms around his neck as he pumped his hugeness deep into her. She felt suspended. Her legs, long and lovely, were wrapped tightly around his bucking waist. Her heaving buttocks were up off the drove into her moist softness. She moaned as he drove his hardness all the way in, then slid it nearly all the way out, then back deeply in again, as he pounded her.
Sally's fingernails raked passionately over Cal's back as she was overcome by the dizzying sensations he was giving her. She had never felt anything like it. As the sensations grew stronger and wilder, she began muttering as she swooned with passion. Her hips slammed up against his downward slamming hips. His gigantic hardness felt as if it were going to drive through her. She held tight to him, worming her thighs wildly against his. And as she felt the huge climax coming on her she held onto him for dear life. And then it was on her and she screamed as she began soaring through the biggest, fullest, longest, deepest climax she had ever know. Her teeth bit into his shoulder and her nails raked over his back and her legs clamped tightly pulling his throbbing, spurting pride deep into her hot, moist pulsating channel of love.
"Ahhhhh ... Ohhhhh ... Goooood ... yesssss...." she cried wildly. "Ohhh ... more ... More ... Faster! Faster! ... Ohhhhhhhhh.
Cal needed no urging the beautiful girl beneath him. He jammed his throbbing, erupting hugeness deep into her moist clinging lips of her pulsing slit. He relentlessly pumped and pounded into her, entering and withdrawing. He had never had a ride to match the one he was just finishing on this gorgeous girl.
Sally nearly blacked out completely from the full force of her climax. She hugged him close to her, tears running down her flushed cheeks, her legs wrapped around his waist; their bodies were still united and they both felt the sweetness that came after the thrilling impact of release.
"That was wonderful," Sally sighed as she hugged him close on top of her. "You were the best I've ever had."
"Never had a woman better than you," he said honestly as he kissed her.
They lay together for a long time. Then they sat up and began freshening and straightening up. Sally carefully fixed her hair and makeup and slipped on her clothes. She stuffed her panties in her purse; there was no sense putting them back on now.
"This is our secret," Sally said as she snuggled close to him in the front seat as he drove the car toward the estate.
"You bet, Sally. And anytime you want to, you can sneak up to the gatehouse and we can have some fun."
"I thnik I'm going to do a lot of sneaking," Sally giggled.
"And, remember, I'm your driver whenever you want to go anywhere," he said meaningfully.
"I think I'll want to go for lots of rides with you," Sally smiled as she hugged herself close to him, dropping her hand into his lap, cupping the limp line of his great pride.
If she's like this without the drugs, Cal thought to himself, what's she gonna be like once they start feeding her the drugs? He liked the prospect. She was the most beautiful girl, in both face and form, that he had ever seen. And, he had never had a better, more passionate lay. He couldn't wait to have her again. He was sure she'd be back for more, much more.
And he was right. Sally was relaxed and contented. But she was shocked by her behavior. Well, she thought, it's his secret and mine. As long as I have an outlet for my needs, everything will be all right. He'll be my secret outlet. He was fantastically big and fantastically good, she thought, feeling desire for him mounting again.
She gave his pride a coaxing squeeze as he turned the car up a winding drive. They approached a huge iron gate. A high stone wall encircled the acres of land of the estate. The house was a beautiful Georgian mansion in the old southern tradition. Sally loved the look of the house and the lay of the beautifully landscaped grounds.
He pulled the car up in front of the house. As he did, Jack and Norma Bixby came out to meet Sally.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next couple of days were happy ones for Sally. Jack and Norma were kind and friendly, making her feel quickly as if she were one of the family. The fact that she was their step-mother was quickly forgotten and a closeness between Sally, Norma and Jack came into being; it was as if they were brother and sisters. Sally felt secure for the first time in months.
But all the while Sally was greatly disturbed. She noticed that her craving for sex was becoming more and more overwhelming. She had never in her life experienced such a burgeoning need. She didn't know what to do. And another jarring sight greeted her eyes every time she saw the cook or the gardener: just like Cal, the trousers that the two men wore were expertly tailored to bodly accentuate the stud-like prides that nestled at their crotches. Sally found it hard to believe that any man could be as large as Cal, but there they were, the gardener and the cook, and from the look of the bulges outrageously outlined by their pants, they both had just as much to offer a girl as Cal did.
Sally of course had no idea that her deep sexual longings were quickened by the unique drug that was being put into her food by Jack. All she knew was that sex was all that she could think about. When she closed her eyes all she could see was an endless parade of huge, swaying, rigid lances. She dreamed that they were thrusting at her from all sides, looking for a place to enter her. And in her fevered dreams they did enter her: they stabbed in between her thighs; they slipped into her mouth; they rammed into her bottom; they rubbed sensuously up and down in the deep valley between her thrusting breasts.
Sally had a big lunch and then went up to her room to change into her bikini for a swim in the pool. As she changed she felt sexual yearning building strongly within her. She decided that a plunge in the pool might help cool down the heat of her need.
The pool was 60 feet long and 40 feet wide. It was a private pool, fenced in by wooden walls and thick trees and bushes. There were several bathhouses near the pool. Around the tile edge of the pool was a wide walk and sunning area with chairs and inflated mats.
She plunged into the cool, clear water and swam the length of the pool. She swam back and then climbed out and toweled herself off. The brief bikini clung wetly to her lush, half-exposed curves. Her full, firm breasts were nearly tumbling out of the scanty bra top and the little panty-like bottom barely covered her secret triangle and the beginning swells of her buttocks.
As Sally sat in a deck chair, enjoying the sun, she heard the gate in the back of the pool area open. In walked Bert Hammin, the gardener. Sally smiled as the jolly, bald-headed man walked up to her.
"Oh, I didn't know you were here," Bert said. "I'd enjoy your company," Sally smiled. "I got permission to take a swim. But I shouldn't swim while you're using the pool."
"Why not?"
"Well, Sally, the help should only use the pool when it's not being used by you or Jack or Norma."
"Nonsense. Do you have a bathing suit?"
"I have one in the locker room over there."
"Then go put it on and join me," Sally smiled.
After a few minutes, Bert came out of the locker room wearing bathing trunks. He was wearing tight trunks that frankly outlined the fullness of his pride-and the fullness of his pride was considerable, as Sally had noted earlier.
When she saw the way his pride bulged out in the trunks Sally went boiling hot in her loins. The drug was doing its work. She was dying to have it.
"Let's go in," Bert laughed happily.
"Okay," Sally said jumping up and running to the edge of the pool with him.
They dove in. They swam around each other, laughing and splashing water. They swam down to the shallow end.
"Come on, let's see how good you swim under water, Sally," Bert laughed.
"What do you want me to do?"
"You go back to the edge of the deep water and then dive and swim under water until you go between my legs."
"Okay," she laughed happily.
Sally dove and then swam cleanly under the water until she could see the outline of his legs, spread wide apart, just ahead of her. Even through the blur of the water she could make out his big bulge in the clinging trunks.
She swam smartly straight for the channel between his spread legs, but just as she reached his legs, she began quickly to run out of air. She started to surface right in front of his legs and her face bumped against his pride on the way up. She clung to his waist, feeling his big pride nestled between her nearly naked breasts, as she surfaced, taking a huge gulp of air.
He reached dow with his arms and pressed her shoulders making his hardening pride press more insistently between her breasts. He was laughing, and she was too, but they were both aware of the sexual play that was going on. The drug was driving her to desperation in her need; while her beauty had aroused him.
They fell over and rolled around, clinging to each other under the water. When they surfaced, with the water line just at their waists, they were laughing and holding onto each other.
Sally could feel the lazy push of his full erection against her thighs under the water.
CHAPTER FIVE
"My God, Sally, you're nearly falling out of your suit," Bert laughed good naturedly.
The little bra had slipped and now was clinging to the tips of her nipples. He could see the full upper of her full, luscious breasts. Sally laughed and ducked under the water, trying to upset him. They both tumbled over and thrashed about, hands groping out after each other, trying to find a hold. When they surfaced in the shallow water, Sally's bikini top was gone; it was floating on the top of the water, some eight feet from her.
His eyes hotly feasted on her exposed twin delights, capped with their eager pink nipples. It was a moment before Sally realized that she had lost her top. Then she laughed and tried to cover herself by sinking down in the water to her neck.
"No use trying to hide now," Bert laughed. "I saw them, and they are beauties;" He was so good-natured about it that it seemed natural to Sally to be without a bra top with him. "Come on," he teased, "lemme see 'em again!" He knew he could afford to be bold with her because he knew she was under the influence of the drug.
"Oh, okay," Sally giggled, feeling daring, wanting him to admire her. She surfaced and the water ran down over her full, firm, pink-tipped breasts.
"Like them?" she laughed, cupping them with her hands.
"I love 'em!" he laughed as he devoured them with his hot eyes.
"I'd better put the top back on. Somebody might come."
"Nobody's gonna come, Sally. They're all busy. Take my word for it. I wouldn't, lie to you."
"Well, if I do leave my top off ... well ... then it's not fair," she teased, arching her back to show off her twin beauties. She was burning with need for a man, and Bert was a man, so he'd do.
"What's not fair?" Bert grinned.
"You have something to look at but I don't," she giggled.
"You mean I can look at the pretties you're letting me see, but there's nothing of me for you to see?"
"Right," she laughed, keeping a distance of four feet between them in the shallow water.
"But I'm not wearing a top, either," he laughed. "I'm wearing as much as you are ... a bottom."
"That's too much."
"Is that what you want to see in return for keeping your top bare, Sally?"
"Yes. I can't think of anything else you have that'll interest me as much!"
"Okay. Fair's fair!" He roared with laughter.
Without further ado he pulled off his trunks and tossed them aside. They floated away toward where Sally's bikini bra was floating.
The water came up to just below the sway of the twin spheres that dangled below the arching full swell of his swaying lance; it was every bit as huge as Cal's was, Sally noted to her happy amazement.
"My goodness, Bert, you've sure got a huge hard pecker there," she gjggled.
"Oh, he's all excited by you," he laughed.
They were as natural and playful as children together, but it was obvious by the lushness of her body and the hugeness of his erection that they weren't children.
"Come on over here to me with that big poker of yours," she giggled, her mind lust-drenched by the drug.
He stode through the water toward her, laughing, his huge rigid pride swaying from side to side.
"Here he comes," he laughed as he pointed down toward his erection.
"I've got a very nice place for him to nestle," she cooed.
As he came up to her she squatted down in the water, bringing her tingling breasts on a direct line with his lance. She reached out with a playful grin and took it fully with both of her eager hands and began to massage it.
He groaned.
"Come here, you big, naughty boy," Sally said to to the arching pride of the man. She slipped his rigid pride between the deep valley between her full, thrusting breasts and began moving up and down in the water so that her breasts, which she cupped and pushed inward toward one another, held the hard lance prisoner and caressed it voluptuously.
Sally found the feel of his moving pride between her breasts thrilling. He grunted and sighed.
"Like what I'm doing?" she asked.
"Hell, yes!" he exploded. "But I'd rather put my big boy into the sweet little girl your hiding down there with the bottom of your suit."
"You mean you want to make it in the water?" she asked excitedly as she bobbed up and down in the water, caressing his hugeness in the valley between her breasts.
"Right. It'd be fun to make it in the water!"
"I never tried that before," she giggled. Then, without another word she stripped off the bottom of her bikini and tossed it aside. Now the top and bottom of her bikini and his trunks were floating around in the water.
She slid into his arms and they kissed wildly. Her hands took his stiffness and caressed it avidly as his hands fondled her lovely breasts, making her nipples harden and extend. They kissed and played with each other, his hands molding her breasts feverishly, her fingers curling round his arching pole.
Then she felt his hand go down between her thighs and dip in along her moist trench. His finger found her bud of desire and stroked it, making her moan. Then his finger began to slide up and down along her fevered slit; began to poke; and then it slipped deep into her secret warm cave. She shuddered and wormed her thighs and middle against his invading, knowing finger. His lips were suckling on her nipples and her hands were busy on his pride.
They both finally flopped down in the water at the very shallowest part of the pool. He was on her as their bodies felt the lap of the water going over them. She could just keep her head above water by clinging with her arms round his neck. They kissed and their bodies thrashed and then she guided his hardness with a push it invaded her channel.
She cried out as he filled her. Then they banged away at each other, splashing, and it was a bizarre feeling as they lay there worming against each other under the water. It added a special thrill to the taking. Sally was nearly out of her mind as his spear slid in and out of her. She pumped her bottom wildly up, meeting his every thrust with her answering thrust. It was wet and wild and glorious and the climax was totally blinding. They both cried out as they came together. The ripples of the finish rushed over them again and again. It was fantastically good for both of them.
" They lay in each others arms in the water, kissing and caressing for a long while after the finish, his now limp pride still deep inside of her.
When they parted, they swam around and splashed each other. Then Bert climbed out of the pool at the shallow end and sat down at the pool's edge, naked, his feet dangling in the water.
Sally waded up to him and fitted herself between his legs. With a playful laugh she took his limp hugeness between her eager lips teasingly.
"Does he like that?" she smiled, planting a wet kiss on the very tip of his still limp manhood.
"He likes that very much," Bert smiled.
She nestled between his dangling legs, the water up to her naked waist, her breasts swaying, and began to kiss his limpness again, teasingly.
"Come on, naughty boy, wake up," she cooed.
She began a slow rhythmical caress with her now encircling fingers. She talked to it as if it were her little boy.
"Come on, now, my little man," Sally cooed,"
"It's time for you to grow up and be a big man. Don't you want to be a big, big man for your Mommy? Mommy will be proud of you. Awww, come on, be a great big man, won't you? If you do, Mommy'll give you a nice kiss...."
"I think he wants Mommy to kiss him now," Bert said in a trembling voice as she played with him between his spread legs.
"Oh, you want Mommy to kiss you, ehh?" she said softly to the still lump between his legs. She was in a demented fury of lust. The drug had taken complete possession of her, whipping her into a crazed desire for more and more sex. "Here," she said taking the hugeness in her wet hand, "here, little boy, Mommy'll give you a kiss." She kissed it wetly. "Ummmm. Ohhh, you're starting to wake up, my little boy! Maybe it's too cold for you out here, my little man. Come, come inside of Mommy's warm mouth. It's nice in there. Come, you'll grow big in Mommy's warm mouth."
She took his slowly hardening pride deep in her mouth, her lips sliding wetly. She sucked hard, pulling her cheeks in. Her tongue licked as her avid lips slipped up and down warmly and wetly over his now very stiff and erect lance. Up and down her blond head bobbed, her wet hair flying over Bert's wide-spread thighs.
Then she felt it swelling and beginning to throb in the hot prison of her mouth. Quicker and quicker the perfect O of her moist clinging lips moved up and down; her head began to bob over his lap with blinding speed. And then he crashed through, spurted his climax hugely, and still her lips clung to his pulsating pole, sucking and pulling and consuming. She didn't let go until it was completely limp.
Sally laughed, kissed it, and then swam out and retrieved her bathing suit. She climbed out of the pool and slipped on her skimpy bikini.
"I have to go in now, Bert. Thank's for the main course in the water, and I just loved the dessert you just let me have," she giggled. "You'd better swim out and get your trunks."
"You were great, Sally," Bert smiled.
"You were, too. I think we're going to have lots fun in your garden, Bert. I'll come out there and pluck the tulip you have growing so beautifully between your legs!"
With a laugh and a twitch of her firm bottom she left the pool. The drug was taking sure hold of her, driving thoughts of anything but lust almost completely from her fevered mind.
CHAPTER SIX
It had been a shattering and at the same time a reassuring week for Sally. It had been shattering because of the drug that was being secretly fed to her. She had wild dreams, all dancing vividly with phallic symbols and scarlet scenes of carnal lust. And some of the disturbing dreams carried over into her waking hours. She now had a steady, growing craving for sex, a craving she couldn't understand, a craving she found more and more difficult to resist. Everything and everyone seemed to be taking on sexual significance in her drugged mind.
During her first week at the Bixby estate she had easily fallen victim of the gatekeeper on the drive back to the estate from the airport-but she had given herself to him two more times since the initial seduction. The gardener took her in the pool and, a day later laid her in a flower bed. The cook took Sally on the kitchen table. The maid seduced her while helping her dress and Sally gave in to Gail every time she entered her bedroom-eight times so far.
The only two people who hadn't seduced Sally were Jack and Norma Bixby, and they hadn't succeeded only because they hadn't tried.
So, Sally had been living at the Bixby estate for one week and already she had given herself to the hired help fourteen times! The thought that she had been so loose shocked Sally; she didn't understand her behavior; she couldn't control herself; she was shattered by her wanton behavior.
But with repeated loss of her virtue Sally gained something that she had lacked for several months. She had gained the warm security of belonging to a family. Jack and Norma were as if brother and sister to her. They lavished attention and affection on her, and Sally, starved for attention and affection, happily embraced the kind offer of friendship. She felt as if she belonged. She felt as if she were loved. She no longer felt alone and lonely. She never for a moment suspected that Jack and Norma were being blatantly insincere.
And though her frequent sexual flings with the hired help had a shattering effect on her ... she still gained from these relationships. All of the people working on the estate were kind and friendly to Sally. It was as if it didn't really matter if she slept with them or not-they gave Sally the impression that they truly liked her. And that impression made it somehow easier for Sally to live with her fantastic need for lust, a need that grew steadily as stronger and stronger doses of the drug were fed to her in her food.
While Sally was sitting in her room trying to understand what was happening to her, Norma and Jack were seated in the living room, talking.
"The drug seems to be working, Jack," Norma smiled.
"That's the understatement of the year," he laughed.
"I know. It's getting so that it's a waste of time for the poor girl to put her panties on."
"Right. I'm not sure how much more I should step up the doses I've been giving her."
"I think you're giving her a heavy enough dose right now, Jack. My Lord, Sally has been had by all the hired help more than a dozen times. I'm beginning to lose track of how often they score with her."
"Maybe you're right, Norma. Maybe the dose I'm giving her now is strong enough. But still...." Jack said, his voice trailing off.
"But still, what?"
"Well, Norma, we've got to get Sally to the point where she's so shaken up by her promiscuity that she'll be near cracking up. The more wanton she becomes the more unsure she'll become of herself. It's not natural for her to behave in the way she's behaving. It's got to disturb her. The more disturbed she becomes, the faster we'll be able to gain control of her."
"I think you're right. Okay, step up the strength of the drug. But we have to watch her carefully. We don't want any bad side affect of the drug to spoil our plan."
"I'll be careful, Norma. I'm only increasing her dosage a little at a time. I watch her reactions carefully. I'm sure I'll know when the dose is at maximum for her."
"Good." Then she grinned wickedly at her brother. "Jack, why haven't you been enjoying the easy pleasures of our little stepmother?"
"Oh, I'm in no hurry."
"Lier! You want her so badly you can taste it, Jack. Why are you denying yourself?"
"I don't know. I guess I've been so interested in clinically watching her that she's become a kind of ... object ... to me."
"Who do you think you're kidding, Jack?" Norma laughed. "Sally's no inanimate object to you! She gets to you! She's beautiful and very desirable and you know it. You've got a real case of the hots for her!"
"Now, Norma...."
"Don't you now Norma me, Jack Bixby. I know you too well. That girl's driving you wild with desire. Who knows better than I?" she laughed.
"What do you mean?"
"Jack, since Sally's been here I've been relieving you of your sexual tension constantly. Lord only knows how many times I've had to give you relief with my hand and my lips this week! And, you've been sleeping with me every night since she's been here. I might add that we haven't been getting much sleep, big brother dear. Now I don't mind. Not at all. But you've been more highly sexed this week than you've ever been in your life. There's only one answer: Sally. But why haven't you laid her, Jack? You know better than anyone how easy she is to topple into bed. It's your drug and you ought to be sampling some of your handiwork."
"You won't mind, Norma?"
"No, of course not, Jack."
"You really won't mind?"
"No."
"I thought maybe you'd get mad at me ... or jealous."
"Nonsense."
"I won't lose you if I sleep with Sally, will I?" he said. It was evident that he treasured his sister's love more than anything. Norma understood.
"No, you'll never lose me. I'd like to know what you think of her in bed. I'm laying odds that I'm better than she even though I'm not under the influence of drugs."
"Well, if you don't mind ... "
"I don't. And I want to know just how good she is. If she's better in the sack than I am, I want to know. If she is better than I, well, then I might take some of your drug myself to improve my performance," she laughed.
"I'd never let you take that drug," Jack said seriously.
"I'm only kidding. Why don't you go pay a call on Sally? She's up in her room, a convenient place for a chat or a bang," Norma laughed.
"Okay, I'll go see her. Oh, that's right, I can't."
"Why not?"
"Don't you remember? We have to go in to town."
"That's right. Well, anyway, Sally'll be coming down for lunch soon. Why don't you go out to the kitchen and give Tony the increased dose of the drug so he can make sure it gets into her food," she said. "Good idea."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jack got up and started for the kitchen. After he left the room, Norma got up and began pacing the floor. She sensed someone entering the living room and she turned quickly. It was Sally.
"Hi," Sally said with a smile.
"Well, hi yourself," Norma said, returning the smile.
In spite of the way she and Jack were drugging and misleading Sally, Norma found that she liked the lovely girl. But Norma couldn't let her personal feelings interfere with the plan. She wanted to gain control of the vast portion of the estate that Sally now controlled. Nothing could stand in the way of that. But liking Sally honestly made it easier in a way-it made it easier to show the girl warmth and friendship.
Norma couldn't help admiring the way Sally now looked. Sally swished into the living room carrying a tennis racket. She was wearing a white tennis outfit that clung revealingly to her flawless body. The skirt was very short; no more than two inches of pleated material extended below the tights Sally was apparently wearing under the flaring skirt. The white blouse molded her breasts and it was very obvious that Sally wasn't wearing a bra; the sharp points of her nipples were visible as they pressed out tautly against the sheer fabric. The creamy skin of her slender legs glowed with a deep tan.
"Going to play some tennis?" Norma asked pleasantly.
"Well, I've no one to play with. I'm going to use the practice wall as an opponent"
"Are you good at tennis?"
"Not bad," Sally smiled. "We'll have to play a set soon."
"I'd like that, Norma. Are you good?"
"Not bad," Norma laughed.
Sally practiced a wide forehand stroke in the center of the living room as Norma watched. As her arm swung around the pleated skirt flew up to her waist, revealing a sheer pair of lacy white panties. Norma's eyes opened wide as she saw the panties.
"Well, I thought girls wore tights under their little tennis skirts," Norma said with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, I don't like tights. Besides, some famous lady tennis stars wear panties, so why can't I?" Sally giggled.
"No reason why not. You look quite lovely in them. And, they're pretty panties, Sally," Norma smiled.
"Thanks."
Jack came back into the room. He nodded toward his sister, indicating that everything was taken care of in the kitchen.
"Hi, Jack," Sally said with a grin.
"Hello, Sally. Boy, you look great in that tennis outfit!"
Jack felt wild desire for the beautiful blond-haired girl in the brief, revealing tennis outfit. But he had suppress it.
"She doesn't wear tights under that little skirt," Norma told her brother.
"You don't, Sally?" Jack said, surprised.
"No, she doesn't," Norma said. "She wears panties."
"Yum yum," Jack grinned playfully. "Why don't you two play some tennis with me?"
"We can't, Sally, we have to go into town," Norma said.
"Oh, well, some other time then?"
"Sure," Norma and Jack agreed. "I think I'll go have some lunch before I start whacking the tennis ball around," Sally said. "Fine," Norma smiled.
"We'll see you when we get back from town," Jack said.
"Great. When'll you be back?"
"Oh, about five, Sally."
"There's something I want to ask yoo before you go," Sally said to Norma and Jack. "Yes?"
"Well, I got a batch of papers from my lawyer in New York. Some of them confuse me. Could you help me out with them?"
"We'd be happy to," Norma smiled.
"Our pleasure," Jack said.
"Fine. And thanks. Could we go over them tonight?"
"Anytime, Sally."
"Good," Sally said. "Well, I'll see the two of you tonight. I'm going to have a bite of lunch and then fool around on the tennis court. "Bye." And with a flounce of her short, pleated skirt, Sally left the room.
"What a piece of luck!" Norma said, excited, just after Sally left the room.
"Well, is she beautiful," Jack said dreamily.
"Keep your mind clear, Jack," Norma said, her voice a command.
"All right," he said obediently.
"That was the opening we've been looking for, Jack. We'll help her out with those papers and suggest that she give us power of attorney. If we can get her to sign over power of attorney to us, we've got what we want!"
"Right. But ... somehow I'm beginning to feel badly about the way we're treating her. She's so damn nice and sweet...."
"And beautiful," Norma added with a snarl. "Don't let your feelings get in the way of our plan. I like Sally, too. I really do. But our plan comes first. If we get the power of attorney from her then the estate's in our hands!"
"You're right, as usual, Norma," Jack said. "But the more I get to know her the more I get to like her."
"Forget it," Norma said coldly. "Keep your eye on the main chance."
They were in a deep discussion about the way in which they should try to get Sally to give them a power of attorney when they left for town.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After a light lunch Sally walked through the wooded, rolling grounds of the estate to the tennis courts. Off to one side of the courts was a high wall against which she could bat her tennis ball. The wall would act as Sally's opponent: she'd simply stroke the ball at the wall, the ball would bounce smartly back at her. and she would stroke the ball back at the wall again.
As she was racing back and forth in front of the wall, lacing the ball back at the wall after it sailed back swiftly at her, Sally was burning off the desire that was rebuilding within her. She was trying to work off her growing need, but no amount of excercise seemed to stem its rise.
But Sally wasn't alone. She was being watched. Bert Hammin, the gardener was watching her from a short distance.
He licked his lips with appreciation as he watched her short, pleated tennis skirt whipping up around her waist revealing lacy white panties. He quieted the powerful male boxer dog by his side by talking to it.
"Just look at that," he said softly to the dog. "I swear, she's got the greatest behind in the world! I'm going to have a go at that luscious bottom of hers pretty soon, Sambo," he smiled to the sleek, muscular dog.
Bert noticed the alert way in which the dog was watching the exciting picture that Sally made as she darted about quickly in front of the wall.
"Hey, Sambo," he grinned down at the dog, "have you got eyes for Sally, too?" He laughed quietly. "Those lady dogs aren't enough to satisfy you, are they?"
He patted the big, powerful dog affectionately on the head.
"Well, you ain't gonna have Sally as long as I have a chance with her, Sambo. Maybe when I'm through with her and worn out ... but then it's up to her and the way you make up to her...."
He stood watching Sally for a few more minutes but the sight of her desirable figure compelled him to approach her. He wanted her. And he knew he'd have no trouble having her, not if she was still being fed drugs.
"Hi, Sally," Bert said cheerfully as he strode over toward her with the big boxer dog close by his side.
Sally batted a ball back at the wall and turned. When she saw Bert she smiled happily. "Hello, Bert!"
"I see you're getting some excercise, Sally."
"Yes. I'd love to play a set, but there's no one around right now who plays. Do you play tennis, Bert?"
"Afraid not."
"Too bad. Bert, that's a beautiful dog," Sally said as she looked at the powerful boxer. "Thanks."
"Is he yours?"
"Yes."
"Why haven't I seen him around?"
"Oh, I keep him way out on the other side of the estate."
"Why?"
"Don't want him getting in the way. Besides, he studs over there."
"Studs?"
"He's got papers. He's a prize dog. People bring their female boxers over here and mate them with Sambo."
"Sambo? Is that his name?"
"Yes."
"So Sambo has a harem, ehh?" Sally laughed.
"Yep. And he gets paid plenty for having a good time. That is-I get paid plenty," Bert grinned.
"Oh, he's a beautiful animal, Bert."
"Say thank you to Sally, Sambo," Bert said to the dog.
The dog barked twice, as if he understood.
"Oh, that's cute. He's looks very smart."
"He is. One of the most intelligent dogs I've ever seen, Sally. I used to breed dogs for a living. Never saw one as smart as Sambo."
"He's quite beautiful and he looks so powerful."
"The girl dogs seem to like him."
"I'll bet they do," Sally laughed.
"They do!"
"Well, I'm glad you came along, Bert. I was just getting tired of batting the ball against the wall."
"Wanna go for a walk?"
"I'd love to!"
They walked along together, chatting with animation. As Sally walked along next to Bert she couldn't help but notice the outline of his manhood in his snug trousers. She remembered the joy it had given her in the pool and in the flower bed. She grew more and more sexually excited as they walked along. The increased doseage of drug that she had taken with her lunch was now working strongly on her emotions.
The dog was bounding along beside Sally, looking up at her with alert eyes. Sally looked down at the dog and then turned to Bert.
"Bert, I do believe that Sambo's looking up my dress!" she laughed nervously.
"He probably is, Sally," Bert grinned. "I told you he was a ladies' man."
"A ladies' man?-lady dogs you mean."
"I think a lady is a lady to Sambo, dog or woman."
"What do you mean, Bert?"
"That Sambo's quite a dog," he said meaningfully.
"He sure does!" Bert laughed.
"He won't jump me or anything, will he?" Sally asked nervously.
"No. He's not a brute. But if he gets a chance he'll sure as hell play up to you, Sally."
But Sally was a lot more interested in Bert than she was in the powerful dog. She had an overwhelming desire for him.
"What's that little house over there, Bert?" Sally said.
"Oh, that's a little guest house. It's used by people who bring their horses or dogs here to be mated. They can take it easy in there while their animals are being attended to."
"It's a pretty little house," Sally said.
The little white house almost looked like a toy. It was hardly bigger than a child's play house.
"How big is it inside, Bert-it looks so tiny."
"There's a living room, a bedroom and a bath."
"It doesn't look that big."
"Come on inside. I'll show you."
Sally and Bert entered the house, followed by the dog. The living room was larger than Sally expected it to be, and it was beautifully furnished. The bedroom was small and cozy and very intimate.
"Oh, this place is lovely!" Sally said as she looked around the bedroom.
"Really like it, Sally?"
"Yes!"
"Then why don't we use it?" he said with a grin.
"That sounds like a great idea," Sally smiled as she walked slowly up to the smiling man. She couldn't wait to get into bed with him. She couldn't understand her burning need and she couldn't resist it, either.
She flowed into his arms they began kissing deeply as the big dog watched them, whinning softly.
"Bert," Sally whispered as she rubbed her lush body against his. "Bert, you're not going to let Sambo stay here and watch us, are you?"
"Why not? He's a big boy."
"Do we really need an audience?" she cooed as she nibbled on his ear.
"Sure. A great performance demands an audience."
His lips took hers, silencing her protests. Their tongues clashed and teased and their hands roamed hungrily over each others bodies.
And then they were naked in the bed and he was on her. The dog watched alertly as her long legs wound around his waist, as his huge erection speared into her welcoming, moist channel. Sally cried out as Bert's rigid spear sped into her, driving deep, filling her. She covered his bald head with wild kisses and her legs clutched him close, urging him on, as he began pumping slowly in and out Of her. The friction created by his hardness dipping in and out of her hot slit nearly drove Sally out of her skin. Her flat belly slapped up against his as she bucked her bottom up and down furiously to meet his every deep thrust.
They drove their heated bodies at each other wildly. He began grunting and she was now uttering a long, low moan. In and out, in and out his hugeness stabbed.
"Ohhhh, Bert! I love it, I love it! You've got the biggest, best one in the world! I looooooove it!" she cried out hysterically.
"Attagirl! Squirm that beautiful bottom of yours!"
"Bert I'm coooooming! Coming! Ohhhhh!"
Sally sailed through a long shattering climax and Bert began to come at almost the same instant. They pumped at each other with total and frantic abandon. It was fantastic for the both of them.
When the last ripple of their climax subsided, he withdrew from her. She moaned unhappily when he did. Bert rolled over onto his side. Sally lay quietly on her back, her eyes closed in dreamy pleasure, her trembling thighs spread wide apart.
It had been good for her-very, very good. She had loved it. And now she felt warm and dreamy and ready for more.
Sally felt his tongue begin licking over her swollen, exended nipples, and she sighed with pleasure. It felt so nice. She loved to have her breasts licked. She squeezed her eyes closed tight and gave herself up to the lovely feeling of his tongue as it lapped over her excited nipples.
And then she felt herself being picked up and rolled over onto her stomach. She felt herself being propped up on her hands and knees and then she felt Bert fitting himself over her swaying bottom. His arms came around her and cupped her swaying dangling breasts. His huge member speared into the deep channel between the two firm spheres of her bottom.
Sally screamed as searing pain hit her. He plunged all the way in. The pain was enormous. In and out he pumped, dogstyle, over her outraged bottom. And then the pain subsided and a queer feeling of pleasure began to coarse through Sally as he plunged in and out of her from behind. She began rotating her bottom eagerly, presenting a better target for his thrusting lance. The feeling was different from any she had ever experienced before. It took complete hold of her. She gave herself up to it. All feeling, all emotion was now centered on the big lance the poked in and out, in and out. She responded rapturously as he assulted her from the back.
And then, as he began to bellow his completion, a bizarre feeling of climax swarmed over Sally and she cried and rotated her behind wildly.
"Ahhhhh, Bert ... Go go go ... Ahhhhhhh!"
And go he did, slamming into her with blinding speed as he soared through his climax. And she, at the same moment, was being hit by wave after wave of spasms, spasms of completion that thrilled her. It was different and good and weird and wild and she loved it.
She felt Bert slowly climb off her, dismount, as she swayed there, as if in a dream on her hands and knees. The feeling back there was still alive and tingling and she couldn't move, didn't want to move, until the lovely, strange feeling subsided completely.
And as she hovered there dreamily on all fours she felt herself being mounted again, and she smiled. She felt arms going round her waist. She felt the power of the man as he skillfully fitted himself over her. She was still tingling where Bert had speared into her, but that isn't where she now felt the sudden penetration. The penetration was below ... he knew just where to go ... and the penetration was sure and skilled and deep....
"Ohhhhhh nooooo not again noo no...."
And with a blinding burst of speed that she had never before known, his quick-stabbing lance drove in and out, took her hotly right in her burning channel, drove in and out and in and out and she swayed and cried and bucked and rotated under him. She was already screaming out her final full climax when he groaned and let go in rapid spurts, jabbing, jabbing, jabbing, in and out, unbelievably fast.
Sally collapsed, her arms and legs going out from under her, and she sprawled out on her stomach. She was breathing raggedly.
Slowly, she rolled over on her back, dazed, her half-lidded eyes misted over with the fever of lust fulfilled. She lay there, uncaring, helpless, as his tongue came back to lick avidly between her wide-spread thighs.
Then she felt Bert's hands lifting her hips, she felt pillows being propped under her buttocks. She didn't understand why her bottom was being so elevated until she felt the thrilling feel of deeper penetration. He drove her into fits of delirium and she climaxed twice. She flailed her arms and legs in the air as he took her slowly, deeply ... she gave him everything she had left ... and he took every measure of passionate sweetness lustily. She fainted when he was through with her, her violated triangle of love aching, aching thrillingly.
Sally walked into the little house at in the afternoon. It was after five when she left on shaky legs. She ached deliciously between her thighs and between the twin mounds of her delicious bottom. She had been violated in one way or another for four lust-drenched hours. Toward the end of the last hour she was nearly insane from the orgy of being take continuously, with no pause between the takings. She was weak and drained and exhausted. She barely made it back to the house and up to her room where she collapsed and fell into deep slumber immediately.
CHAPTER NINE
Shortly after dinner, several days later, Norma knocked on the door of Sally's room. "Come in."
Norma entered and smiled at Sally. "Hello, Sally." . "Hi, Norma."
"Jack and Fre going out in a little while. I had some time to kill and figured it'd be nice to kill it with you."
"That's nice of you, Norma."
"I mean it. What are you planning on doing tonight?"
"Oh, I don't know. I thought maybe I'd take a nice bath and then maybe go out for a ride."
"It's a lovely evening for a drive."
"Yes."
"Have you been enjoying your stay here, Sally?'
"Uhhuh. Everybody's been so nice to me-espe-cia-lly you, Norma."
"That's because I like you. You can stay here as long as you like. After all, this is your home as much as it is Jack's and mine."
"Oh, no, Norma, it's your home not mine. You've made it feel like a home for me, but, really, it's your place, no matter what the will said."
"I'm glad you feel at home here. We love having you."
"You really make me feel like 'family," Norma."
"You are family."
"But I hardly knew you when I came here. And now I feel as if I've known you all my life. I was afraid at first that I might not truly be welcome-but I see now I had nothing to be afraid of."
"Amen," Norma smiled.
"Jack has been very nice, but I have to confess that I feel closer to you than I do anyone else, Norma. I hope my honesty and frankness doesn't embarrass you."
"Nonsense. It makes me feel good."
"I'm glad."
"I're gotten to know you and like you so much that I kind of feel as if you're my sister, Sally."
"I feel the same way toward you, Norma."
"If there's anything I can do for you I wish you'd tell me."
"Oh, everything's just fine."
"I remember the other day you asked us if we'd help you out with some papers that your lawyer sent you. We haven't heard a peep about those papers from you since, Sally." .
"Oh. I just forgot all about it."
"Would you still like some help?"
"Yes, I would.
"I'd be happy to help you anytime."
"Tomorrow. If we're both free we can go over the papers then-if you don't mind, Norma."
"Mind? Don't be silly. I'd love to help you. I majored in law. I'm a qualified lawyer, Sally, I just haven't bothered to go into practice," Norma lied.
"I think that's great! A woman lawyer-but why don't you practice?"
"I have my hands full running this estate."
"But what about Jack?"
"Jack's a big help; but the final decisions are mine."
"That's funny."
"What's funny?"
"I think it's kind of strange that you should be running the estate instead of Jack."
"Why?"
"Well, Jack's a man. You expect a man to run things. And, he's your older brother. It only seems natural that he'd be in charge of things."
"You're right, of course, Sally. For some reason I've been the leader and Jack the follower since we were in our teens," Norma said honestly. "I don't know how that ever came about. I guess maybe I have a stronger personality or something," she laughed. "Anyway, business and management seem to come more naturally to me than to Jack."
"So you're the boss lady around here," Sally smiled.
"Right," Norma laughed.
"I really would appreciate it if you'd help me out with my papers. You can really be helpful, since you're a lawyer."
"I'm only too glad to help. Isn't all of this legal tangle you've inherited kind of tiring for you, Sally?" Norma asked, pressing hard after what she wanted.
"Yes, it is, Norma."
"Then why not get rid of it?"
"I'd love to. But how?"
"Let me take care of everything for you."
"You'd do that?"
"Sure. I'd be pleased to."
"It would be a load off my mind if I didn't have to make all of these complicated decisions."
"Do you know what a power of attorney is, Sally?"
"No. What is it?"
"Well, that's when you authorize someone else, a lawyer or someone close to you, to legally act in your behalf."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, let's say you give me power of attorney, okay?"
"Okay."
"Now, what that means is that I make decisions for you. In other words, I'm acting as an extention of yourself, but you don't have any of the worries. All of the papers that you get now will come to me and when they do I make decisions favorable to you."
"That sounds wonderful, Norma. You're a lawyer and I feel very close to you. I trust you. It would be nice to have someone else looking out for me so I won't have to worry about all the things I have to worry about now."
"It's very simple. All you do is give me power of attorney."
"How do I do that?"
"Oh, it's very simple. I could have the paper drawn up. All you have to do is sign it. And then you have no more worries. I act in your behalf."
Norma didn't bother to tell Sally that by signing she'd be giving Norma the legal right to do whatever she wanted to do, and that included legally a taking everything a way from Sally.
"It sounds almost too easy, Norma. But why do you want to take on the responsibility?"
"I like doing things like that. I guess it's the frustrated lawyer in me. Anyway, acting in your behalf won't take up all that much time."
"Do we have to tell my lawyer in New York?"
"Sure. We mail him the power of attorney and tell him to mail everything to me. Of course I'd go over things with you if there were a critical question involved."
Norma couldn't believe that she was going to get control of Sally's huge share of the estate so easily. The girl seemed too trusting and naive to be true. But Sally had just given her the okay, never dreaming that by granting Norma power of attorney she would be giving her the absolute legal right to do anything she wanted to do.
Norma knew what she could do with such power. She'd simply have Sally sign the power of attorney. Then she'd have a shrewd legal document drafted that would sign over Sally's share of the estate. It was so simple as to be unbelievable. But there it was. Sally couldn't plead ignorance later, since ignorance of the law was no grounds for a legal contest.
"Well," Norma smiled, very pleased with herself, "I'll have a power of attorney drawn up."
"Fine," Sally grinned.
Sally was overjoyed that Norma was being so kind to her. She was looking out for her. She was making her feel loved and secure. Life would be so much more simple once she didn't have to worry over all those complicated details. Norma would take care of everything for her-Norma could be trusted-Sally didn't doubt that for a minute.
CHAPTER TEN
After Norma left, Sally took a long, leisurely bubble bath. She toweled herself dry and powdered her pink, glowing body, and then stepped into a frilly pair of pale blue panties. Just as she was reaching for her bra, there was a soft knock on her bedroom door.
"Yes?" Sally said.
"It's me," came the answer from Gail Houser, the tall, beautifully-built maid.
"Come in," Sally said breathless, dropping the bra back into the open drawer. Sally was excited. Gail excited her. Gail had had her more than anyone on the estate and Sally couldn't resist her.
Gail walked into the bedroom. When she saw Sally standing there wearing only panties, she smiled. She had developed an insatiable lust for Sally and it surprised her because she had always preferred men over women. But Sally was special to her. She delighted in making love to her. She loved the sweet fragrance and flawless beauty of the stunning blond. And, she now had a deep affection for Sally that bordered on love.
She had virtually enslaved Sally and now, as she stood there smiling at her, she felt a catch in her heart; the expression on Sally's face told her everything she wanted to know: Sally's face was touched with the soft glow of surrender and her slow eyes were misted over with a warm, melting lustre. It looked like the face of a woman in love. There was no need for Gail to attempt to seduce Sally; Sally surrendered the moment Gail looked at her. The physical attraction between them was heady.
Gail knew that she could take Sally immediately, she knew that Sally was ready and burning with her need for love from another woman. But Gail didn't want to rush things. She always enjoyed it better if she prolonged the final taking. And, she liked to tease Sally, and she knew that Sally loved to be teased by her.
Gail quietly closed the bedroom door behind her and walked slowly into the bedroom. She stopped when she was only a step away from taking Sally into her arms.
"You're beautiful," Gail said softly, her eyes looking deep into Sally's.
"You are, too," Sally whispered.
"I'm going to make long, slow love to you."
"Yes. I want that...." Sally breathed.
"You're going to love it."
"I know...."
"I'm going to feel and kiss every inch of your lovely body."
"I want you to," Sally trembled.
"It's going to be beautiful, Sally."
"It's always beautiful with you, Gail."
"It'll be even more beautiful tonight."
"Please take me...." Sally whimpered.
"I will. I'll take you slowly and gently and beautifully."
"Now? Please touch me ... take me ... love me...."
Gail wanted to wait longer before beginning to make love to Sally, but Sally was so very desirable ... and she was begging....
Gail let her long, delicate fingers brush against the full curve of Sally's breast. Sally trembled and closed her eyes, a warm flush on her face. Gail's fingers brushed again, this time over the straining tip of the hard long nipple of Sally's right breast.
"You're lovely," Gail said softly. "You have the most beautiful breasts that God ever created for a woman."
"Yours are beautiful, too," Sally breathed.
"Not as perfect as yours are."
"It's a crime for you to ever wear a bra. And it's a crime that you can't leave your breasts uncovered so that the whole world can admire their perfection."
Gail's eyes wandered over the wondrous dips and curves of Sally's luscious body. Excitement crept through her as she admired the stunning blond's gorgeous figure. She walked slowly around until she stood directly behind Sally. Then she put her long, delicate fingers on Sally's back and caressingly slid them down under her arms, around and up slightly onto the ribcage.
"Your skin's so soft and smooth ... and yet you're so wonderfully firm," Gail said in a whisper as her caressing fingers inched closer and closer to Sally's full, firm, swaying breasts.
"Oh, Gail, your hands are so gentle ... it feels so marvelous when you use your hands on me ... Oh, don't stop...."
"I have no intention of stopping, Sally, darling."
Gail's hands slid up and gently cupped Sally's firm, full breasts and then softly squeezed.
"Ohhhh, I love that, Gail...."
The pink nipples of Sally's breasts were swollen, stiff points of raging desire. They were now very long, and hard with passion.
Gail's slender fingers teased the tingling nipples and Sally moaned with pleasure. The perfume of the two lovely girls mingled and Gail's lush body pressed up against the back of Gail's swaying body. She was taller than Sally and when she gazed over Sally's shoulders down over the creamy slope of her breasts, she darted out her pink tongue and wet her lips with desire.
Slowly, gently, she took Sally by the shoulder and turned her around until they were facing each other. Sally was nearly swooning with desire.
Gail reached out and took Sally's twin cones of beauty in her hands. She stared in hot affection as she watched her hands molding those succulent breasts. She kneaded and teased and squeezed. Then she lowered her head and gently slipped the long hard pink nipples into the soft circle of her wet red lips. She sucked softly.
"Ohhhhh, Gail ... "
Gail sucked on the nipple as if it were a delectable, sweet morsel.
"Ohhhhh, suck it ... yesss ... I love that...."
She laved the nipple and darted her tongue into it.
"Oh, your tongue ... Ohhhhh ... "
The tongue prodded and licked and darted and flogged.
"Oh, that's sooooo good ... I love it, love it...." Her red lips pulled and suckled and nursed. "Take me. Oh, take me, Gail, I want you so.
Ohhhhhh...."
Sally was crazed with desire. She had lost what little self-control she had left as Gail's lustful hot lips continued to work over first her right breast, then the left, tormenting the nipples, trying to swallow the full breasts in her mouth.
The back of Sally's knees touched the edge of the bed and she fell back on it. Gail's hands were back on Sally's writhing body in an instant, her lips clung tenaciously to the swollen nipple of the left breast, then the right.
Sally lay there beneath Gail, her eyes closed, her lips curled back over her fine white teeth. Her breasts heaved rapidly as she breathed raggedly.
Gail's eyes wandered avidly over the flawless form of the tossing, passionate blonde, stopping at the saucy breasts standing up so proudly as she lay there on her back, tipped with long, pointed, hard nipples. Her eyes went down over the fantastically beautiful girl that lay beneath her, her legs splayed wide apart in a show of wanton invitation.
"Oh, take me please, Gail!"
Gail slowly stripped away Sally's frilly pale blue panties and then trailed a teasing fingertip along the moist hot channel at the core of Sally's secret triangle.
"Ohhhhhh...."
Then Gail's hands and lips were everywhere, kissing Sally's toes, arches, ankles. "You're driving me crazy...." Her lips were going up slowly over the smooth calves.
"I want you, want you Gail...." She kissed slowly over the spreading, trembling knees.
"Yes, yes ... higher, higher...."
She moved up onto the creamy firm thighs.
"Ohhhhhhh ... please...."
And then Sally clamped her thighs together, capturing Gail's face between them. Gail was trapped there by those lovely thighs, the deliriously scented thighs....
Sally was now wild with desire and her lovely legs began to open in a reflex to her desire. As her legs yawned apart, Gail lifted her head away.
"Oh, Gail, please don't go away! Please take me now!"
"Don't be impatient, darling."
She pressed her red lips to Sally's knee and then began a hot path of kisses upward over the soft creamy thighs. When her lips reached the secret triangle they slid wetly around but never quite took their object.
"Ohhhhhh ... now!"
But Gail wouldn't be rushed.
"Please!"
Gail turned Sally over and began trailing wet hot kissed up along the back of her long legs. "Oh, God!"
Up, up, those knowing lips went and then they were teasing over Sally's voluptuous bottom, tongue dragging wetly along the deep cleft between the twin spheres.
"Ohhhh, that's wild ... Ohhhh ... Ahhhhhh!"
Over her slender back, over her shoulders, onto the nape of her long fine neck, nibbling at the ear-lobes, darting her tongue into the little ear.
"I want you, want you, want you!"
She turned Sally over again onto her back.
Sally arched her back and spread her thighs wide as she waited for the upward advance of Gail's mouth. She couldn't wait to feel those lips, that stabbing tongue on her hot core of love.
Gail's lips were now slidding wetly over Sally's hot inner thighs. She covered those trembling inner thighs with hot, wet kisses.
"I can't stand it anymore! I can't stand it!" Sally sobbed.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes, oh yes! I do love you, Gail," Sally sobbed, desperate and wild in her need. Gail had whipped her to a pitch of desire that was unbearable.
Without another word, Gail's mouth swooped down onto the hot target. The lips covered the pulsing, yawning slit. They kissed over the yearning hot channel. The tongue, like an asp, dove in between the clinging lips of the core of love. Down deep the tongue stabbed.
Sally screamed.
Gail's mouth worked with inspired, expert skill. Kissing, sucking, laving, nibbling, tasting, seeking, diving in and out, dragging slowly along the length of the channel and then darting back into the hot cavern, deep, deep, deep into Sally's secret parts.
"Oh, God, it's wonderful. I love you. I love it! Do it! Do it!" Sally cried out hysterically as she gyrated her thighs against the devouring mouth. She bucked wildly, clutched the bobbing head tightly between her hot thighs, tried to pull the mouth in even closer. It was delicious, wonderful.
And finally the fantastic finish came for Sally as Gail's head bobbed frantically between her straining, clinging thighs.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
A wild, blurring climax washed over her as the tongue continued to dive in and out, driving her through wave after wave of blissful completion. And then Sally lay swooning as Gail kissed over her hot, moist, violated mound of Venus. No one knew how to use their mouth better than Gail did-Sally was convinced of it.
Sally loved to have a man's huge hardness driving deep into her, but she also loved the refined, more subtle, yet adeeply satisfying love that Gail's talented oral technique could provide. Sally found Gail irresistable. All Gail had to do was look at her and Sally was ready to spread her thighs.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The two girls lay together for awhile and then Gail stripped and lay naked next to Sally, their bodies touching. She took Sally two more times in the next fifteen minutes. Then the girls formed a perfect 69 and mutually gratified each other.
After an exhausting hour of love they bathed and dressed. But Gail just had to have Sally again, so she kneeled on her knees in front of Gail, lifted the hem of her skirt, and then her head disappeared beneath it.
It was a bizarre scene. Sally stood there, legs wide apart, with the lump of Gail's head showing, bobbing, pressing the fabric of her skirt out between her thighs. There, under the tent of the skirt, Gail dragged down Sally's panties and licked up along the warm, powdered inner thighs. And then her mouth sought and took the mound of Venus again. Her tongue slithered back and forth along the moist channel. The darting tongue found Sally's secret bud of pasion in the slit and teased it unmercifully. And then into the hot cavern the tongue went again as her hands wandered caressingly over the nylon-encased legs, went up and cupped the weaving botton ... The upper part of Call's body was invisible beneath Sally's skirt as she kissed eagerly at the secret cave that opened before the licking caress of her lips and tongue.
Sally staggered as she climaxed again, and nearly fell. When it was over, Gail reappeared from under her skirt.
"Did you like that?"
"Oh, Gail it was a wonderful surprise," Sally said with adoring, melting eyes.
"I didn't have any dessert tonight and you looked good enough to eat ... again," she smiled. "You can eat me anytime."
"Then there's no sense in you wearing panties," Gail smiled. "If you don't want me to, I won't."
"Don't."
"Okay," Sally laughed. "I won't wear panties anymore."
"And no bra either."
"But I'll be naked under my clothes!"
"All the better to eat you, my delicious one," Gail grinned.
"You really want me to give up wearing undies, Gail?"
"Yes."
"All right, I'll do it."
Sally was in a daze of love for Gail. She was ready to do anything for her.
"Remember. If I catch you wearing undies, there'll be no more yum-yum times between your thighs."
"I love yum-yum time with you!"
"Then no undies!"
"Okay. But what will people say when they see me? They'll know in a glance I'm not wearing anything under my clothes...."
"It'll be a treat for them to see you that way. But the big treat is for me, darling."
"For you, anything, Gail."
"Were you planning on going out when I came in, Sally?"
"Yes. I was going to have Cal take me for a drive."
"No drive for you tonight, darling."
"Oh?"
"I have plans for you."
"What?"
"Well, we only have little bits of time together, right?' "Right."
"I'd like to have more time along with you, darling."
"I fell the same about you, Gail"
"Fine. Then that's settled."
"What's settled?"
"You're not going out."
"Why not?"
"Because you're going to stay right here in this bedroom with me."
"And?"
"And, I'm going to make love to you."
"That sounds like fun!"
"It will be. Hours and hours of fun!"
"How many hours, Gail?"
"As many hours as are in a night,"
"You mean...?"
"Yes. I'm going to spend the night here with you."
"You're going to sleep in bed with me all night long?"
"Yes".
"Ummmm," Sally sighed with pleasure. "Yes, ummmm, is right! We're going to make love all night long."
"I can't wait to start. The sooner the better," Sally said excitedly.
"Well let's get undressed, then."
Both girls quickly stripped.
"But first, let's give you a nive bath, Sally, darling."
"Oh, yes!"
And it was a long, full wonderful night of love for Sally and Gail. Again and again Gail's mouth found its way between Sally's quivering thighs. Again and again her lips and tongue explored the deep secrets along and in Sally's pulsing slit of love. And Sally's mouth returned the pleasure. But it was Gail who did almost all of the taking.
Gail finally left Sally's bed of love at 8:30 in the morning. Sally fell back into an exhausted sleep. She didn't reawake until 11:30. The first thing she felt was a tingling sensation between her thighs. She smiled and cupped her breasts as she remembered how many times Gail had taken her. No man could ever take her that often. It wasn't physically possible. As she slowly climbed out of bed and prepared to bathe, Sally felt desire growing within her again as she thought about her long, wild night of love in Gail's arms. She smiled with pleasure.
But her wildness disturbed and confused her. She shook her head and cleared her mind of the troubling confusion that her excessive wantonness caused. She toweled herself and quickly dressed in a skirt and blouse ... but she didn't put on any undies....
She was hungry and hurried downstairs to have a late breakfast, little dreaming that her hunger, her need for food, was going to increase her need and hunger for more and more sex.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sally had a large, delicious breakfast. She could still feel a tingling sensation between her thighs. And it seemed as if the more she ate the greater the hot tingling became.
The dishes were cleared away and Sally sat at the table watching Tony Netto. There was something very sexy about the dark haired, dark complectioned man. Sally watched his as he moved around the huge kitchen. She answered him absently as he talked to her, but her mind wasn't on his words. Her mind and her senses were focused on the big bulge that was boldly outlined by his tight trousers.
It suddenly struck Sally that the three men working on the estate-the gatekeeper, the gardener and Tony, the cook-all wore trousers that were carefully tailored in the same way so that they were extremely tight at the crotch and upper thigh. And, the tightness of their trousers revealed the fact that they were all studs in the true sense of the word.
Sally knew from experience that they all were studs. It seemed to her that each man was the equal of the other where it counted, down there between their legs. She smiled as she tought that she'd like to measure the manhood of each of them with a rule. She guessed that each man was equally as huge in length and as full round.
Thinking about their collective prides, and following Tony's boldly outlined pride with her eyes, whipped her heated, growing passing for sex to a higher peak. She didn't think about why she now felt the great need, she now only thought about satisfying it again. And Tony had been very good with that bog lance of his. In fact, everybody had used her well with their big lances.
"Tony...." Sally said softly as she sat at the table watching his bulging pride swaying in his trousers. "Yes, Sally?"
"How about some dessert?" She was thinking about dessert in the sense that Gail had used it the night before. But Tony didn't know that ... yet....
"What would you like, Sally?"
"Something very good to eat," she smiled.
"Well, I've got all kinds of cakes and pasteries and fruit," he said.
"No, that isn't what I had in mind," she said with a wicked grin on her moist lips. Her pink tongue ran sensuously over her red lips.
"So you don't want any sweets or fruit, eh?" he ginned.
"No, that isn't what I had in mind."
"Would you like to tell me exactly what you had in mind?" he said as he moved closer to her.
"No. I'd rather you guessed."
"You want something that's very good to eat, right?"
"Right."
"Something that girls especially like to eat?"
"Right"
"I have just the thing for you," he smiled.
Then he slowly unzipped his fly.
"Is this what you had in mind?" he asked with a grin as he took his huge, hardening lance out, exposing it to her greedy, hot eyes.
"Uhhuh," she said softly.
"Well, I think you've made an excellent dessert selection," he said as he dropped his trousers and stepped out of them. He was wearing no shorts. He was now naked from the waist down.
"Bring that beautiful dessert over here," she breathed softly, her mind a raging fire of lust, uncontrollable lust.
"Okay," he said, steping close to her as she sat there at the table.
She turned in her chair and faced him as he advanced toward her, his huge erection proceeding him by many inches, swaying and hard.
She reached out and took his warm hardness between her hands.
"It feels good enough to eat," she said, her voice sultry.
"It is good enough to eat."
"Then I'll eat it"
She leaned forward in her chair and kissed the very tip of his hardness softly.
"Ummm. I think it's going to taste delicious."
Her eager, grasping hand began to manipulate his lance seductively. Her stroking fingers curled tightly and began moving slowly up and down around the full swell of his hardness.
Tony stared in awed fascination as he watched her blond head come closer and closer. He watched as her parted, moist red lips and hungering mouth drew close.
Then her lips seized his hardness and sucked. Her excitement was evident and it surged through her like electricity. Her face dove forward and her lips opened into a perfect wide O and wetly slipped down over the length of his hard lance.
Her head began to lift and bob with an up and down rotary movement. Tony leaned forward and caught her blonde hair and dug his fingers into it. He sighed with pleasure as Sally smothered his hardness with wet kisses. She now was making expert, inspired, spastic love to his huge erection with her fiercely active lips. Her mouth devoured his pride madly, possessively.
Tony writhed and jerked his hips in a frenzy of excitement, driving his hardness deeper into her hot clinging mouth. His hands gripped firmly on her head, urging her on. But Sally needed no urging. She loved what she was doing for him with her active lips. Avidly, her red lips sucked deeply as her head bobbed more and more swiftly.
Her sucking lips fastened to his hardness, clung tenaciously while her fingers dug into his bucking buttocks, urging him forward, shoving his hardness deeper and deeper into her mouth. She caressed it with her hungering lips and thrusting tongue.
Sally was now shivering with exhilaration as she took him orally, took him with voracious madness. Her kiss grew more violent as she made strange gurgling sounds in her throat. She was caught up in the rapture of what she was doing for him. Her body squirmed as the sharp, exotic scent of him filled her nostrils. His hips churned, filling her mouth deeper and deeper with his swollen pride.
She tightened the grip of her lips on the object of her passion as she felt it begin to throb and swell.
Tony yelled as the first spasm of completion hit him. Wave after wave rippled through him as she continued to torment him with her eager mouth. She darted her tongue and sucked deeply as she heard him crying out. She tasted his completion and loved it and sucked more and more deeply, drawing everything from the spurting lance that was buried deep in the confines of her hot mouth. She didn't stop until he had spurted his last and then went limp in the sweet circling caress of her lips.
"Oh, that was a delicious dessert," she said as she released his now limp pride from the warm caress of her lips.
"Yeah...." he gasped.
"I really enjoyed it."
"I'm glad...."
"I'll bet you are," she laughed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sally continued to talk to Tony while her hand played with his limp pride, trying to reawaken it.
"It he wakes up again we can let him go south for the winter," she grinned.
"Is it nice and warm down south now?" he asked.
"It's very warm. He'll like it down south."
"As soon as he wakes up we'll send him on a trip then," he grinned.
Sally felt his pride hardening again in the caressing cup of her hand.
"Ah, he's waking up," she sighed.
"And he's ready to go south!"
"Then we'll send him there!" she laughed as her hand massaged his lengthening hardness fully. "Here, you sit down."
She got up from the chair and he took his place on it, his naked buttocks on the seat, his erection thrusting up from his lap.
Sally sat down on his naked lap and unbuttoned his shirt and opened it so that she could trail her fingers over his bare chest. Then she lowered one hand down toward his lap, shifted her body, and her hand took his hardness again. Tony groaned softly at the thrill of her touch. He settled back in the chair. She crawled in closer to his body. Her breasts, swaying and naked beneath her blouse, brushed over his chest.
Then she twisted round on his lap, lifted her skirt, and he saw that she was wearing no panties.
"You're not wearing panties," he said.
"Nope. Disappointed?" she grinned.
"No."
"I'm not wearing a bra either."
Her knees moved outward to straddle his waist as she crawled forward over his naked lap, bringing her naked womanhood closer to his naked manhood.
Her breasts brushed and then crushed against his chest and they kissed, tongues clashing and darting. Her arms wound lovingly around his neck as she kissed him avidly.
Tony groaned as her tongue stabbed deep into his mouth. He moved his hands down, slipped them under her skirt and then his hands cupped and cradled her buttocks.
Sally unbuttoned her blouse and cupped one of her breasts and brought it to Tony's mouth and then jammed it forward giving it fully to the grasp of his gaping mouth.
Tony nibbled and sucked on her nipples, thrilling her, as his hands kneaded the firm flesh of her bottom. Then Sally raised her hips over his lap and grasped his upthrust hugenes in her hand, guiding it toward her yearning mound of Venus.
Then Sally moved her hips down over his lap, her legs straddling, and she took his long hardness fully in her core of need.
"Ahhhhhh!" she sighed as she impaled herself on his hard aching spear.
"Ugggg!" he grunted as he felt her settle down on his lap, felt his hardness burying itself deeply inside her warm, wet cavern of love.
Tony's hands clutched her buttocks as she began to move on his hardness in a tight circle. She plunged down an draised, lowered and raised, up and down, harder and faster, up and down and round and round, his hardness a swollen, throbbing captive deep in her channel of love.
Tony met Sally's every downward thrust with an upward lurch of his hips. She ground and rotated and danced up and down over his lap. She twisted and gyrated as she took him with abandon.
Their bodies churned wildly as the wonderful feeling of their coupling intensified.
"Sally!" he moaned.
"Yes, yes, oh, yes!" she answered.
Their bodies clashed together as their final climax came over them. They ground together, squeezing the last thrill from their frantic mating. They strained and cried as Sally circled and drove herself on top of him and they soared wildly, screaming, through a shimmering, long finish.
Sally sat straddling his lap, his softening pride still buried within the loving warmth of her deep cave.
"Ah, that was nice," she sighed as she kissed him.
"Wonderful. You're the greatest."
"You're pretty great yourself," she smiled, glowing in the aftermath of a perfect mating.
"You're a great lover, Sally."
"If I'm great, you are too," she grinned, liking the feel of his pride still inside of her.
They kissed again and he fondled her breasts.
"This has been a very nice breakfast," she sighed.
"The best!"
Sally slowly lifted herself from her loving position over his lap and felt his limp hardness slipping slowly from the clinging caress of her core of love.
"Ohhhh...." she sighed as it slipped out of her. "It felt so good and warm in there, Sally...."
"Yes...."
She stood up, swayed, and her skirt fell back into place.
"I enjoyed that, Tony. That big beauty of yours is fun to have in me."
"In your mouth or down there?" he grinned.
"Either place," she smiled, reaching down and giving it an affectionate squeeze.
"Want to try for another if we can get him up again?"
"I'd love to," Sally giggled. "And I'm sure we can get him up again. But I really can't stay any longer, Tony."
"Too bad."
"Yes."
"Well, there'll be other times."
"Yes."
Sally leaned over and kissed him deeply on the lips. Then she smiled at him and turned and walked slowly out of the kitchen, leaving him sitting there in the chair, naked to the waist, his limp pride slick and shining with the juice of love.
She went back up to her room and showered, redressed and then made her way back downstairs.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After dinner the following day Sally began wandering through the hallway in the wing of the house that she had never before explored. She heard voices softly coming from behind a door at the end of the dimly lighted hall. Curiously, Sally walked silently up to the door, put her ear to it and listen-ed. She could hear Jack and Norma talking. She dropped to her knees and peeked through the keyhole.
The room had the look of a small laboratory. Sally watched through the keyhole and listened.
"This is a fresh batch of the drug," Jack said holding up a larger jar of reddish liquid.
"How long will that batch last?" Norma asked her older brother.
"Oh, about two weeks."
"I think we'll be done with her before two weeks are up, Jack," Norma smiled. "You think so?"
"Yes. I've had the papers for power of attorney drawn up for Sally's signature. And, I have other papers ready. I'll get her to sign the power of attorney first."
"Do you really think Sally doesn't know what a power of attorney really is?"
"She hasn't a clue. If she knew that by signing it she'd be putting absolute control of her share of the estate into our hands, then she wouldn't sign it. She doesn't realize that she's giving up all her rights by signing."
"Seems hard to believe that Sally doesn't know that, Norma," Jack said.
"Sally's so naive," Norma laughed. "She thinks I want the power of attorney so that I can look out for her good. If she only knew the truth...."
"But she doesn't it!"
"Right! And the other papers that I've had drawn up will really wipe her out"
"Really, Norma?"
"Really. She's such a little fool! The second set of papers legally turns over everything that she's inherited to us."
"But what if she reads the contract?"
"She won't. She'll believe what I tell her and do as I say. She'll sign in complete trust, the little fool. And when she does, you and I will own everything and Sally will have given up everything that she's inherited."
"But the drug helped, didn't it, Norma?"
"You bet it did! It's made her so obsessed with sex that she thinks of hardly anything else. That makes it easier to get her to agree to signing the papers."
"The drug has succeeded by all counts," Jack laughed. "Every time she eats a meal she injests the drug and the drug works on her emotions and makes her crave nothing but sex, sex, sex!"
"I know, Jack," Norma said with a bored air.
"Everybody's been laying her regularly," Jack laughed.
"Everybody except you," Norma taunted.
"I think I'll knock her off pretty soon myself. I've really been hesitating because I don't want her to think of me as another lover. I want her to think of me as a big brother-a sexless big brother."
"Maybe it really is best if you don't lay her. Jack. Let me get her to sign the forms, first. Then you can have Tony lace her food with a strong dose of the drug and you can bang her to your heart's content"
"Okay, Norma."
"Does it still bug you that you haven't laid Sally?" Norma asked. "Yeah."
"How are you feeling right now, Jack?"
"A little tense. Every time I think about Sally I get stirred up. See?" he said as he pointed down at the tent in the front of his trousers.
"I see," Norma smiled, as she reached out with her hand and petted the tent in his trousers.
Sally, crouched at the keyhole, was stunned. Now she knew. She knew that her ever-increasing hunger for sex was induced by a drug being added to her food. She knew that they were bent on tricking her into signing away her share of the estate. She knew that their friendship for her was a fraud. She now understood that by drugging her they had actually kept her a prisoner on the estate. She guessed that the hired help had been carefully chosen to satisfy her sexual needs: that explained the tailoring of the men's trousers and the fact that they were all studs. It also explained the maid, Gail.
And Sally was also stunned as she watched Norma unzipping the fly on her brother's trousers as she nibbled on his ear. They were brother and sister! What was she doing to him!
What Norma was doing to her brother was obvious: she was exposing his erection, cupping it in her slender knowing fingers, was massaging it avidly with hot, moist eyes watching her massaging hand. Sally couldn't believe what she was seeing through the keyhole!
"Does that feel good?" Norma cooed.
"Yes," her brother answered.
"If you're not going to make Sally, the least I can do is satisfy you," she smiled as her hand worked on his hardness.
"That feels so good," he sighed.
Sally watched through the keyhole as brother and sister slowly stripped away each other's clothes.
And then they were kissing and when Jack's tongue darted into his sister's mouth she caught it with her pretty lips and nibbled and sucked and drew on it. They stretched out on the long couch against the wall, permitting Sally a perfect view of what they were doing.
They kissed each other, hard. As they did Norma reached and grasped her brother's hard lance. She smiled as she felt it throb in her hand. Norma rolled her brother onto his back and leaned over him. His mouth began to work over her swaying breasts as she dangled over him Then he wriggled beneath her, working his way down her lovely body, kissing her as he went. He kissed her belly and ribs and breasts and stabbed his tongue into her navel as she leaned over him, sighing and smiling. And then he was kissing the softness of her thighs and then the secret glory of her womanhood. He avidly expressed his love for her by gluing his lips to her secret cleft and mouthing her intimately.
Norma trebled over him as he mouthed her down below. Her flat belly pushed at his face as he worked down there, his cheeks caught firmly between her hot inner thighs, his tongue dancing and diving into her moist cleft. She whimpered as she came, her body trembled and she moaned. Then she had to show her feelings for him.
"Now I'll take care of you," she said.
He lay back passively as she moved over him and dangled her swaying breasts over his face. Now she began kissing and tonguing him, up and down his body, over his chest, laving and nibbling at his flat nipples, kissing and licking over his ribs, down to his belly, her tongue whisking back and forth, loving, laving, giving.
Finally, her face was paused over his thighs. She caressed him there, cupping it with her hands. And then she dove down, her mouth a perfect circle, and her lips consumed him, whipped over his hardness, caressed up and down over the length of it, giving, giving all that she could give. Her lips and tongue and teeth worked and teased his straining pole as she conveyed her love for him orally.
Her cheeks sunk in as she sucked for all she was worth when her brother cried out his finish. Her head dobbed wildly and her lips and clung and her brother screamed and bucked as she shook her head.
And then she released his wet, limp lance and planted a last, loving kiss on it.
"Big brother dear," she grinned wickedly, "if I had a dollar for every time I've sucked on your swollen pride and joy, I'd be a very rich woman and wouldn't have to cheat Sally out of what she's inherited."
"I guess your lips and my pecker are old friends," Jack laughed.
"Yes, they're very old and very intimate friends," Norma smiled.
"And they always will be."
"If I have anything to do with it, and I'm sure I will, they always will be," Norma said in a sultry voice.
"I guess neither of us will ever get married."
"Why should we? We've got a perfect relationship. Oh, incest can be a beautiful thing, Jack."
"Don't I know it!"
"Let's get dressed. I want Sally to sign these papers. Maybe I can get her to sign them tonight."
"That'll be great."
Sally was still watching, appalled, at the keyhole. She had to escape! She had to find a way to get away from the depraved, greedy brother and sister, and fast!
When they were fully dressed Sally tensed at the keyhole.
"Well, let's go," Norma said.
"Okay. But I won't lock up after us. I want to come back and experiment some more."
"But if you leave the room unlocked, Sally might wander in," Norma said.
"No sweat. She never comes to this part of the house. And even if she does wander in here she won't know what it's all about, Norma."
"I guess you're right."
"Besides, I'll only be out of here for about five minutes anyway. I just want to get the journal. I left it in my room."
"Okay."
Sally got quickly to her feet as she saw Jack and Norma coming toward the door. She darted to the far end of the hall and hid herself in the shadows. She prayed they wouldn't see her.
The door opened and Norma and Jack came out. They closed the door and slowly walked up the hall away from where Sally was hiding. As soon as they disappeared from sight, Sally ran down the hall, opened the door to the lab, snapped on a small light, and closed the door. She was frigtened, but knew what she had to do.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Sally quickly found a small bottle and poured some of the drug into it. She capped the bottle and dropped it into her purse. It was part of the evidence that she needed if she managed to escape. Then she quickly picked up the phone and dialed the number of the college boy that she had met on the flight down to Atlanta.
She trembled nervously and prayed he would answer. The phone rang and rang and then she heard a male voice say hello.
"Hello, is this Tommy?" she said excitedly into the phone.
"Yes, it is," he answered.
"Tommy, this is Sally Bixby. You remember, I met you on the flight down from New York."
"Sure, I remember. I've been waiting for your call."
"I need your help!" she said in a trembling voice that conveyed fear. "What's the matter?"
"Do you know where the Bixby estate is?"
"No."
She quickly told him. He said he could be there in twenty minutes. She told him to park his car outside of the gates where it couldn't be seen. He didn't clearly understand what it was all about but he could sense the urgency in her voice. He agreed to wait for her and said he would get'there as quickly as he could.
Then Sally snapped off the light and ducked out of the room. She moved swiftly down the hall and ducked into her own room just as Jack came back. With the bottle saftly tucked in her purse, Sally went quickly downstairs.
"Sally," she heard Norma call. She turned, a sinking feeling in her heart, and saw Norma striding up to her.
"Hello, Norma," Sally smiled, trying not to show her nervousness.
"Well, hello. You'd looked as if you were in an awful hurry."
"Oh? Well, I was just going out for some air. I thought I might go for a little drive."
"I'll be happy to go with you, if you don't mind my company, Sally."
"Well, that's sweet of you, Norma. But Cal's waiting for me. He'll be awfully disappointed if I stand him up."
"But we can let Cal drive the both of us, Sally."
"Oh...." Sally said, disappointement showing on her face in spite of her effort to conceal it.
Norma misinterpreted Sally's look of disappointment. She automatically assumed that Sally wanted to be alone with Cal in the car ... for reasons that were obvious ... sex and her longing for lust and more lust.
"Well, Sally, I wouldn't want to get in your way. Look, you run along. I'll see you when you get back. I have all of the papers ready. You know. The power of attorney...."
"Oh, yes! I'll sit down and sign them just as soon as I get back, Norma," Sally said brightly.
"Fine. Well, have a good time. Will you be gone for long?"
"Oh, I don't think' so."
"See you, then."
Sally smiled at Norma, gave her a wave of the hand, and then she walked out of the house, breathing a sigh of relief.
Sally walked quickly across the grounds toward the gatehouse. She saw lights on inside, so she knew that Cal was there. Somehow she'd have to get past Cal. The gates were locked and the wails were too high to climb. Only Cal could get her our, and she knew he wasn't about to help her escape. She'd have to think of another way to get past him.
She knew that by stopping in to see Cal she might have to give herself to him. The thought sickened her now that she knew the truth. The knowledge of what they had been doing to her now completely dulled the drug that was still in her system. She didn't want Cal. She didn't want anyone. All she wanted to do was escape and then expose to the police what Jack and Norma had been doing to her. She had proof. But she had to get free. And only Cal could let her out to freedom. He controlled the gates from the gatehouse. She knew how the gates were operated; Cal had shown her. But the trick was to get Cal out of the way.
She knocked on the door. Cal opened the door and smiled at her-leered would be a better word.
"Well, nice of you to drop by," Cal grinned as his eyes went hotly over her lush body.
"My pleasure," Sally smiled, knowing that she would have to play the game with him until her chance arrived.
"Come on in, honey."
She followed him into the gatehouse. He quickly took her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue going between her parted bps. Sally found that the kiss wasn't unpleasant but she also discovered that it didn't stir her either. But she faked it, kissing him back hard, rubbing her body against his.
"That's my girl," he smiled as he held her close, his hands cupping and caressing her firm bottom.
In spite of herself, Sally found herself liking the feel of his hands on her bottom, liked the feel of his hardness pressing in boldly between her thighs. She knew that the drug was still working on her in spite of her resolve. She fought it, but she felt desire slowly beginning to rekindle in her veins. Shz couldn't let her passion rule her mind now! Shs had to fight it, control it!
Before Sally could resist, Cal picked her up in his arms and carried her back to the bedroom and deposited her on the bed. Her skirt flew up as she sank into the mattress, revealing creamy thigh above her stocking tops. Cal quickly sat down next to her on the bed, bent forward, and began to kiss her passionately on her thighs, just above the stocking tops.
"Oh, Cal-not so fast!" Sally cried as she secretly thrilled to the feel of his lips as they trailed up her warm, inner thighs.
"I don't believe in wasting time," he grinned as he looked up at her.
Sally didn't want him to seduce her now. And she knew that he could if she gave him the chance. If she let him have her she knew she'd lose too much time. Jack might have already discovered that some of the drug was missing and that one of the bottles was missing, too.
Sally nimbly rolled away from Cal. She leaped off the other side of the bed and grinned wickedly at the old man.
"I have a better idea-for beginners," Sally smiled at Cal.
"Yeah?"
"Yes. I've been thinking about it all day, Cal," she lied, making her voice sound sultry. "Tell me about it."
"I've been thinking all day about painting that big pecker of yours with lipstick," Sally giggled.
"How do you intend to paint it with lipstick," he teased.
"With my lips, of course!"
"Sounds like a good idea, Sally."
"I hoped you'd like it. And then we can make it in a new way that I just dreamed up," she lied.
"What's the new way?"
"Let me save that as a surprise, Cal. First things first."
"Okay, Sally. Let's get to that first thing, then," he laughed.
Sally walked directly up to him and frankly unzipped his zipper, reached her hand into his gaping fly and came out with his massive, aroused pride, exposing it completely.
Her hand teased and caressed his arching hardness. Sally had to strain to suppress her own building excitement. She really now wanted to do what she said she was going to do with her lips. She unbuckled his belt and his pants sank to the floor. Then she walked around behind Cal, reached around with her hand and regrasped his rigid pride and began moving her curling fingers up and down along its swelling length. He groaned.
Sally carefully reached behind herself with her free hand and grabbed the flashlight that was lying on the night-table. While her left hand played with his pride she leaned her body back and then swung down the flashlight with all her might. It crashed onto the back of his head with a dull thud. Cal shouted out in pain and surprise and then he toppled over and crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
Sally quickly ran to the control box, pressed the button that released the lock on the gate, and watched excitedly as the gates swung open. She dashed out of the gatehouse and through the open gates as fast as her legs would take her. She spotted Tommy's car and ran toward it. She opened the door and leaped in, breathing hard.
"Get away from here as fast as you can, Tommy!" she nearly screamed. "I'll explain right away."
Tommy did as he was told. As they sped away Sally told Tommy the whole story. She showed him the bottle with the drug in it.
"We're going down to my dad's office, but quick!" Tommy said as he stamped his foot down making the car leap forward with speed.
"Why, Tommy?"
"My father's the D.A. They have a lab there.
Hang on, we're really going to move!"
They roared through traffic and within seven minutes were pulling up in front of the office building in which his father worked.
Tommy's father listened as Sally told him the whole story. While she was telling it to him the bottle containing the drug was being examined in the police lab. She finished her story just as the head of the lab and the police doctor reentered the office.
"Fantastic!" said the scientist. "That guy must be one hell of a chemist. The drug will cause the exact affect that this young lady claims it will!"
As he was talking the doctor was examining Sally's eyes with a light.
"She's certainly under the influence of drugs," the doctor said. "I can see that very clearly. I can run a quick test on her and confirm that it's the drug in the bottle that she brought that's drugging her."
"You do that," the D.A. said. "Meanwhile, we're going to move in on the Bixby estate. Tommy, you stay here with Sally and the doctor."
Sally went down to the doctor's office with the doctor and Tommy. She chatted with them nervously as the doctor examined her.
"What am I going to do?" Sally asked.
"You're going to relax right now," Tommy said, smiling at her.
"That completes the tests, young lady. I think I'll give you something to relax you. You've been through a devil of a time."
"That's the truth," Sally laughed weakly.
"Everything will turn out all right," the doctor said soothingly.
"I hope so," Sally said.
The police got a warrant and went to the Bixby estate. They were able to bring in the whole bunch, and eventually they were booked on various charges, ranging from illegal manufacture of an addictive drug to conspiracy to commit fraud.
Sally didn't see any of them; Tommy felt it would be too upsetting for her. A trial date was set for the culprits. Sally's New York lawyer came down to help her straighten out the details of her business holdings.
Meanwhile, she had been sharing a lot of wonderful sex with Tommy. In her suite at the hotel, they would spend long hours investigating not only all the ways of sex, but of love as well. It was a revelation for Sally, after the mindless debauchery of the past months.
She now found that sex was something to be shared with one she loved-that it was at its best this way.
"I want to marry you," Tommy said. "I don't want to take a chance on your ever getting away from me again."
"All right," said Sally. All the old feeling of insecurity left her. She had used sex in the past to repress her fears and her feeling of insecurity, but now things were different. After all that had happened to her, she was sronger.
She slipped her arms around Tommy's neck and pulled his head down for a kiss. The future looked as bright as the past had been dark.
