This volume contains three exciting stories dealing with S and M, submissive females, and young victims.
A young blonde who vows to win the prize for selling the most candy in her girl's club, finds herself the unwilling victim of a depraved husband and wife, playing slave of the wife to please the husband's lust, in CANDY GIRL.
An abused maid and butler dominate and degrade their wealthy mistress and her obnoxious young twin daughters in SLAVE SERVANT REBELLION, where the prissy rich folks learn a lesson about pissy attitude and pain.
A SADISTIC JANITOR finally imprisons two junior high school girls after growing weary of all the young kids who come down and use his cot to fulfill their lustful urges. They are trapped and tormented into complete submission.
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CANDY GIRL
CHAPTER ONE
She had only been out of the house for five minutes before she realized that she forgot her order booklet, and by the time she came back to get it, they were at it again. Lisa didn't even want to see it, but she could not help herself.
Her order book was in her school briefcase, up on her bed, and she had to sneak past them on her tiptoes, then run up the carpeted stairs two at a time, graceful as a gazelle. She rummaged through her briefcase as fast as she could, hoping against hope that they wouldn't go any further while she was up there.
Lisa had gotten a glance at her parents. True, this time, she knew she could attribute it to their having had a few glasses of wine with dinner, but they did seem to fuck as often as they possibly could.
She had seen them more times than she could remember-more times than she would have ever wished to see them, too-because they rarely closed their bedroom door. If that wasn't enough, they tended to make it all over the house. So there was always a chance that she could open the den door to go in and watch the big new color television her Dad had bought, and find him in the middle of eating her Mom's cunt.
Of course, this time, they had expected her to be out for a few hours.
After dinner, blonde-haired, blue-eyed Lisa had stood up, and in all her young girlish charm, had made an announcement.
"The Girl's Club is having a candy sale, and I've decided to sell more candy than any other girl. Highest sales gets a big prize."
"That's wonderful, darling," her beautiful blonde-haired mother had said, with as much enthusiasm as a somewhat tipsy woman could muster up.
"Yes, terrific, Lisa dear," Dad had said, staring into Mom's eyes.
And Lisa had known they were going to make it as soon as she left. After she ran up to wash her face, she ran back downstairs to leave the house, and they were already holding hands, with the dinner dishes still sitting there on the table.
Now, back in the house, after less than five minutes, she'd noticed that they had gone quite far. In passing the living room on her way back upstairs to get her order book, she'd noticed Mom's large pink-nippled breasts heaving up and down, as Dad kept his head under her skirt, obviously well into her.
But Lisa could not find her order book. And as she turned her school briefcase over and began to shake it, dumping everything out on the bed, she could hear it getting heavier.
"Yeah, suck it," her mother was moaning, and then there was a loud slapping sound. The sound, Lisa knew, of a hand hitting a naked ass.
Her father was moaning, and even slurping, and then there was another slapping sound, louder than the first. That was followed by a moan from her mother.
"Shit, where is it?" Lisa said to herself. She wanted to get out of the house before they went any further, before they got so heavy that she'd get a look at it as she passed by, on her way back out the front door.
Because she was thinking that if they did get heavier, she might not be able to take it. She might just scream when he'd look at them.
Suddenly, she noticed the order book on her desk and grabbed it. But as she opened her door, she heard it, another most familiar sound.
It was something like a slapping sound, but veered more toward a kind of cracking. It made Lisa stop short in the hallway outside of her bedroom. She tried to move her foot, to run, but she heard the sound again.
When that was followed by an even more passion-filled moan from her mother, Lisa bit her lower lip to keep from crying.
Why do they do things like that? Why? Why? she kept wondering.
It was the sound of leather. Thick black leather, lashing against flesh, perhaps even cutting deep enough into the flesh to make it bleed.
There was a sound of a struggle, and Lisa knew who'd win.
As she slumped back against the wall in the upstairs hall, she did think to herself, just why do they do this? Why? This is too much for a girl my age to handle.
Of course, she was able to remind herself that she was supposed to be out. As far as they knew, she was outside selling candy. That was where she wanted to be, but she dreaded walking down those stairs and looking into the living room.
Even if it meant looking there for only a second.
Lisa's head began to spin with memories, one overcoming the other. She felt as if she was going to faint, but then she saw the first image, clear.
It was a simple one, of her mother and father, years ago, when she was five, at the very oldest. It was the first time she had ever seen them making love. It had bothered her a little, though it didn't scare her.
Their bedroom door had been open, and as she'd passed, she'd seen the two of them, their bodies entwined, hers on bottom, his on top. She was able to see her mother's beautiful large breasts, heaving up and down. At that time, Mom's hair had been long enough so a few strands fell down over her breasts.
Though there had been something scary about her father, strong and sweaty, humping his ass up and down between her mother's legs, there had also been something beautiful about the look of those two sweaty bodies.
When he kissed her, she clung to him, sliding her arms up and down his back, cupping his buttocks with her hands, squeezing them, making him moan even more as he kept humping himself up and down between her legs.
She didn't really know about a man's cock then (or maybe she had seen her father's prick before, but only in its limp state-she could not remember) but it became obvious that ihe two of them were having a wonderful time.
The more he humped, the more his back seemed to sweat. At one point, he thrust all the way in and held himself. He stopped kissing her Mom and even raised his chest up a little bit, off of her belly and breasts.
He threw his head back and let out some kind of animalistic roar, as more sweat poured from his forehead, and she saw her Mom stick her tongue out and move it to the tip of her father's nipple, managing to get through the thick hairs around it.
Her lips wrapped around it, and when she eventually pulled her lips back, Lisa knew that Mom was biting into his nipple. But he seemed to love it, and his whole body looked like it was going through some kind of spasm.
She dug her nails into his buttocks, holding him in.
That was when Lisa walked away, her feelings somewhat mixed. By the time she was six, she had seen her father eating her mother, while jerking off his own cock. That was when she finally got to see his hard cock, and she saw it coming.
She had been going down to the finished basement to play with some of her toys.
Before she even got halfway down the stairs, she could see them on the small carpet in the back, near the washer and dryer.
Perhaps Mom had been doing a wash when Dad had come down to help her, and though both machines were running, it seemed like her parents' motor was on a higher gear.
Her mother had been completely naked then, with only her shoulders and head resting on the carpet. Her body was raised up and her legs were thrown over her father's shoulders. He had his head buried between her legs, and Lisa had known that his mouth was pressed against her mother's slit.
His nose rubbed through her light pubic hairs, and that time, Lisa noticed how wet with sweat her Mom's body was.
Dad was on his knees, and though his shirt was off, his pants were only open and pulled down to his knees, with his underwear. He was sliding his hand up and down his greasy looking hard-on. Lisa did notice the way his balls seemed to bounce up and down in their sack. Then she saw her Dad pull his hand away from his cock.
He slid it right between her Mom's legs and held it there for a while.
Later, she'd realize that when he moved his hand back to his cock, it was not only covered with his own saliva, but also with her mother's come juices. That was why his prick looked so greasy as he was jerking on it.
When her Mom started to pinch her own nipples, rather hard, Lisa noticed the way she also bucked her hips up and down as fast as she could, humping her cunt up and down against Lisa's father's face.
She heard both of them starting to moan really loud, and though she had wanted to turn and run then, she stayed, just to see what that moaning would lead to.
And though she didn't see it with her mother (and later, after masturbating herself for her first time, she'd understand why) she did see what the moaning led to with her father. She saw the way the head of his cock seemed to get kind of red.
Then it looked like it was throbbing a little bit. And suddenly, after that, there was a thick spurt of white come shooting from the slit of his cock. It shot out so far that it landed on her Mom's back.
She seemed to love it. For first, she moved her hand there and rubbed his come, almost as if she wanted to make sure.
Then her fingers moved to the head of his cock. The moment she touched it, his body began to twitch, but she was still holding her fingers there, rubbing his spurting white cream all over the head of his cock, as the come still shot from the slit.
Lisa had run back up the stairs then. She even remembered that on that particular occasion, she was more angry with them than anything else. After all, what was she going to do? All her toys were down there in the basement-not a single toy was up in the living room or her bedroom-and they were there doing it!
Another time, when she was a year or two older, she saw them in the bathroom. Her mother had been taking a shower, and the rules were, Lisa was allowed to enter the bathroom and do whatever she had to do, while Mom showered. After all, they were both women, so it made no difference.
She had opened the door and seen them in the shadows, behind the shower curtain. She had had no idea that Dad was taking a shower with Mom at the time. But when she saw them in the shadows, she could see Mom on her knees while Dad was leaning back against the wall, and the shower was still running.
He was holding her head with one hand as he thrust himself back and forth, sliding his pole in and out of her mouth. Lisa didn't get to see it in the flesh then, though she had seen it many times before.
In some ways, it was more interesting to see it happening in the shadows. She had a good idea of what was going on. It also seemed to be much nicer looking than it was when she saw the two of them in the flesh.
Maybe, she recalled thinking, because I can't actually see them. It could be anyone back there, though I know it's them. But I just don't like seeing them do it.
That was the first time she had ever admitted it to herself.
What they were trying to gain by doing it all over the house was a mystery to her. Later in life, she would think that maybe they thought it would loosen her up and make her more sexually free, but she knew it had done the reverse.
That time, behind the shower curtain, had been one of the hottest times. Even when her Mom pulled her mouth all the way back and she saw the figure of her father with the long pole sticking out between his legs, then saw him sliding his hand to it and playfully slapping the tip of it against her Mom's mouth.
Then her Mom opened her mouth and slid it all the way down the pole, so that the shadow of her head was pressed against the shadow of his body.
Lisa had heard her mother moaning, maybe even gagging a little bit, and she had closed the door quietly. Even though she did have to urinate, she was not angry about her Mom and Dad doing it-not like she'd been angry when she wanted to play with her toys.
During the last few years, ever since she'd reached puberty and her tits had started to develop, sex seemed to be all her friends seemed to talk about.
One day, Sally Reynolds came to school, and when a few of the girls were huddled together in the playground during their lunch period, she started to tell them all, with a somewhat flustered embarrassment, about seeing her parents doing it.
She talked about how she had seen her Mom going down on her Dad for a while, and then she had seen them fucking. When a few girls didn't know what fucking was (they had heard the word, but still didn't know the true definition) Sally Reynolds turned even redder with embarrassment, and couldn't tell them.
So Lisa had told them, saying it almost as if she'd been doing it for years.
"It's when the man takes his hard prick and puts it in the woman's cunt and moves back and forth until they both come," she had said.
They all wanted to know how she had known about it, but Lisa wouldn't tell them.
She didn't want her friends to know that she had seen her Mom and Dad doing it all over the house for as long as she could possibly remember. There was no reason to let them know that her parents were strange that way.
But it did start to bother her, after that one day in the playground when the girls finally learned about sex, that it as all they seemed to talk about.
It really got to her one morning when Peggy Ryan, a pretty redheaded girl, went right over to Tommy Flynn and slid her hand to his crotch.
They were in fifth grade at the time. Peggy squeezed his crotch right there in the school playground, then ran back to the girls, who were all giggling. After all, they'd talked about this before Peggy did it.
"Yup, he sure seems to be hung," Peggy told them all, and as they were all giggling louder, Lisa thought these girls were really total assholes.
She was so outraged by their ridiculous behavior that she said something which would follow her around for the next few years.
"It's been my experience," she had said, with a snotty air about her, in the hopes of shutting them all up, "that you can't tell a thing when it's limp."
"How do you know that?" was the general response.
And before she could stop it, all the girls were surrounding her, pressing her for information, wanting to know how many cocks she'd seen, and how it looked when a cock was limp and then started to get hard, and how it felt when you touched it.
She didn't answer any of those questions, because for one thing, she had never touched it, and for another, she'd never seen her Dad going from limp to erect.
She had either seen it limp, or she'd seen it already hard.
That did let her know she was telling the truth. When he was hard, he was quite large. And sometimes, when she saw him limp, if she passed him in the hall when he was dashing from his room to the bathroom, she'd see how small his prick was.
Once, she'd even done a double take, because as he dashed by, it had occurred to her (so she hought) that his cock wasn't even there. That was when she'd seen it at its smallest, almost like it was hiding in his thick pubic patch.
Within days after that playground encounter, she did get to see it growing. She had stopped purposely, to watch, for as she'd passed their room, the door was ajar. He was lying on his back, his hands behind his head.
Her Mom was resting her cheek near his crotch, and he did look small. Then she began to press her palm down against the underside of the cock, pressing the penis between the palm of her hand and his pubic patch and belly, when he started to grow.
There had been something miraculous about the way his cock got longer and thicker. There had been one point, when her Mom's hand was first there, when Lisa could not see his shaft at all, because of the way the palm was covering the entire cock.
Then, as her Mom kept rubbing and the shaft thickened, Lisa was able to see it between the palm and his pubic hairs. When it started to lengthen, she saw the way it grew past her Mom's long fingers, even past her father's navel.
It continued to thicken as it grew longer, and when Lisa's Mom pulled her hand away, the cock bobbed up, away from her Dad's belly. It probably would have stood straight up, she thought, if it wasn't as big as it was.
Then she'd seen her Mom opening her mouth and sliding her lips down Dad's shaft. She had only stayed long enough to see her Mom taking the entire shaft between her lips, so her lower lip was pressed against his ball sack and her upper lip was pressed against the thick black pubic hairs between his legs.
Lisa had walked back to her room then, somewhat disinterested.
For that, she knew, was what seeing all the sex in her early childhood had led to. Her friends all seemed to be so fascinated with the idea of sex (and she started to realize that was probably normal) because they hadn't seen as much.
A story that one girl had in the playground was enough to stimulate the imaginations of the other girls for months at a time, before the next girl would come with her story about what she had seen her parents doing.
But Lisa had seen it all, and had been seeing it for years. There was no other way for her to act except blase, when she'd hear these stories, and she began to stand out in the crowd of her friends, because of her nonchalant sexual attitudes.
Those attitudes led her friends to start rumors about her. When she was in sixth grade, and no more than twelve years old, her best friend Lynda told her that she'd heard a rumor. "I heard that you're no longer a virgin."
"Who said that?" Lisa asked, so angry she was ready to strangle the bitch who said it. If not total strangulation, than at least she wanted to dig her nails into the throat of that gossiping bitch, to leave her mark.
"I don't know. I heard Peggy telling Alice. But I don't know who started it."
Because of her nonchalant attitude, they all assumed that she was out fucking all the time. After a day or two of hurt, Lisa decided that she really didn't give a damn what her friends might think. She knew she was still a virgin, and if they had to get their jollies imagining that she was doing it with some boy, so be it.
It was about that time that Lisa finally had an urge to masturbate-an urge that grew so much one night, she could do nothing else but play with herself.
It made her come to some understanding of why her parents enjoyed sex so much.
For when she touched her nipple, and felt her already eager pussy tingling more, she knew it would be a terrific feeling. As she kept pinching her nipple, she slid her hand down over her belly, then through her pubic hairs.
Her cunt lips were somewhat damp. She slid her fingers up and down her lips, and as her cunt tingled more inside and got wetter, the wetness seeped out toward her cunt lips, and allowed her to slide her fingers inside of her cunt.
Lisa had read some more about sex-enough to know about what went on inside of the woman. When she felt the stiff, slippery button, she knew it was her clitoris, and knew that total stimulation of her clitoris would make her come.
She wiggled her clitoris back and forth with one finger, then realized that if she used two. she'd be able to wiggle it and pinch it at the same time. The moment that realization occurred, her second finger slid in easily beside the first.
It stretched her tight unchanneled cunt, but she was wet enough for the lubricating contact to feel good. And she did start to stretch wider.
Pinching it and wiggling it back and forth made her gasp for breath. Though her nipples were already stiff, and she was still stimulating one with the other hand, she suddenly felt both of them throbbing like crazy.
She was able to look down and see her pink nipples throb.
Then she could feel her clit throbbing, and imagined that her clitoris probably looked very much like her nipples. She imagined that her clitoris was throbbing at the same rate that her nipples throbbed at.
Then the cunt pleasures began to take over for everything. The sweat seemed to be pouring from her skin, from all over her body, and she felt as if she was drifting out of the world she was in, as if she was soaring in outer space or something.
It was scary and thrilling at the same time. She made herself lose all touch with reality. She made herself yearn for more, too.
At the same time she wanted to come back down to earth, just to touch base with it, she couldn't stop moving her fingers, sending herself further and further into orbit. Then she peaked. Her cunt spasmed hard, and she could feel herself dripping.
She felt the wet stickiness sliding down her thighs, but most of it seemed to be running down her cunt lips and down near her buttocks and ass crack, then onto the bed.
By the end of her first masturbation orgasm, there was a huge wet stain on the bed between her legs.
Though Lisa had thought it was a somewhat private thing, her mother did not. The day after she masturbated, when she came home from school and had her usual milk and cookies, her mother sat down across from her at the kitchen table.
"Well, seems to me like my little girl is turning into a woman," she said.
"Huh?" Lisa had asked, stuffing another cookie into her mouth.
"I know you must have masturbated last night. I went into your room to change your sheets this morning. I know women don't have wet dreams, where we leave such a stain on the bed. Not like men. You did masturbate, right?"
"Uh, yes," she said, uncomfortably, almost choking on her cookies.
"Well, don't be ashamed. I think it's wonderful. It does mean my little girl is growing up. And I want you to know, if you ever have a problem, or a question, you can ask me anything. You must realize that your father and I have very free sexual attitudes, and we're willing to answer all of your questions."
She had thought, why didn't she tell me this when I was five? Why didn't I hear all this when I first saw them? I don't have to ask anything now, because I've seen it so many times, and I'm sorry that I have seen it.
Within a week after her mother learned that she masturbated (and Lisa did do it a few more times, but she made sure to keep a towel underneath her, then to wash the towel out so her Mom wouldn't know), Lisa saw something that really shocked her.
She saw her parents involved in some kind of leather S and M scene. She had been sitting in her bed reading a book when she heard the first leather whip crack she'd ever heard in her life. At the time, she had no idea of what it was, but it did sound like something was not right, so she went to explore.
Her mother had been bound to the bed, in a somewhat obscene position.
Her two hands were strapped together with what looked like a thick piece of black leather. The end of that strap was tied to one of the bedposts.
Then, another strap had been wound around her left leg, and her leg had been pulled up over her head and strapped to the right bedpost.
Her body seemed all twisted, contorted, and confined.
Lisa's father was standing on the bed, wearing a black leather mask, and holding a thick black leather whip. He looked rather ominous in the mask, though she could not see his face to see what his expression was underneath.
The whip he held had a few leather strands at the end, not just one, and as he pulled it up over his head, he cracked it back down on her mother's ass.
Lisa saw the red lash marks that were left, and she covered her mouth to keep from gasping. Her father whipped her mother about a half a dozen times, and the last time he did it, he did draw some blood.
True, it was not a lot of blood, but there was still red blood trickling from one of her mother's buttocks, and it scared the young girl.
Then her father reached for something. It was a dildo, she could see, a rubber phallus shaped object that was bigger than her father's cock, which was hard and bobbing up and down between his legs. Her mother started to beg him not to, in a low voice, almost as if she didn't want Lisa to hear it from her room.
"Please, Sammy, don't do that to me. Please, I beg you. Don't."
"Shut up, you bitch, you know you want it. You know you want it. You've always said you'd like a threesome. Two dicks and one of you. Well, now I have two dicks myself."
"But nothing as big as that," her mother had protested, and he lashed her on the ass again, hitting her on the spot that was bleeding, tearing at the flesh a little bit more so the blood flow was stronger.
He moved the dildo to her cunt lips, and rubbed it up and down.
"You're not even wet," he said, and she groaned.
"How could you expect me to be wet. Eat me or something. I'll get wet."
But he slid the night table drawer open, and dug his fingers into some kind of lube, then rubbed it all over the phallus so it glistened. He dug his fingers back in and rubbed some of the lube into her mother's cunt.
A third digging of fingers into lube was to get some for his own prick.
Then, he moved the phallus to her cunt and shoved it into her. She let out some kind of sound, but Lisa was a little confused.
It was a groan, for sure. But it sounded like a groan of pleasure.
When he began to slide the phallus in and out of her cunt, she seemed to be loving it. Her body began to shake and sweat and the phallus was obviously getting wetter, from her own come and not the lube.
Her tits began to heave, artd she even started to lick her lips.
Then Lisa saw her father reaching for lube a fourth time. When he got it on his fingers, he moved them to her mother's asshole.
She had never, in her entire life, thought about the asshole as a means of pleasure. She had always thought of the ass for shitting and pissing.
When he began to massage his lubricated finger near her asshole, she tried to squirm away, but it was absolutely impossible.
He had tied her so well, that when she moved, she only caused a deeper cutting of the confining leather straps into her flesh.
Lisa could see the way the straps dug into her bound-together arms.
He was able to slide one finger into her asshole, and Lisa could see the way the hole seemed to get bigger as he kept sliding his finger in and out. Then he moved in a second well lubed finger, and a third.
For a few minutes, he fucked her cunt with the dildo, and fucked her ass with his fingers, and Lisa sensed mixed feelings running through her Mom.
Her mother obviously was a woman who loved to get fucked. She probably had a most active clitoris that loved stimulation.
It seemed as if she liked the dildo once her cunt got used to it. And maybe she did get used to his fingers in her ass, but he seemed to be doing something every so often that made her wince. Maybe he was spreading his fingers in her ass, Lisa thought, or maybe he was just driving them in too fast.
She had no idea. The asshole-play did not turn her on at all.
Then she saw her father slide all three fingers out, and he said something to her mother about her being spread enough to take his cock.
"Please, Sammy, not that," she begged. "No, not that."
"But how else would you do it if there were two men?" he asked.
"I'd suck one while the other one fucked me," she said.
"Or you'd take one up your cunt while the other one goes up your ass. Remember, baby, if there were two of us, we could certainly overpower you. And if we wanted to do it vaginally and anally, you wouldn't have a fucking say in the matter."
He got up on his knees on the bed, and aimed his cock down at her lubed asshole. Lisa noticed the way the asshole seemed to have puckered itself up a little bit after he pulled his fingers out. Then she saw her mother's butt cheeks tighten.
They closed around her asshole a bit. He laughed, then smashed his hand down on her ass cheek, right where she was bleeding.
"Oooh, that was low," she groaned. "That was a low thing to do."
"Don't tighten up on me, baby. I'm going to get it into you whether you want it or not. You're only making it harder on yourself if you tighten yourself up. Don't do it. Relax a little bit. Let yourself feel loose."
"Right," she said, sarcastically. "That's easy for you to say."
And Lisa saw him slap her ass again, same spot, even harder. A tear formed in her eyes, perhaps from the stinging pain.
And somehow, she did manage to unclench her buttocks, though Lisa noticed a tense look on her Mom's face when he started to move his cock to that lubed hole.
The cock head was the thickest part of his prick, and as he pressed himself down to get himself into her, she began to groan a little bit. He started to move the phallus again, to keep her clit nice and stimulated.
Lisa saw his cock head disappear into her asshole. Then he slid himself slowly down, until almost all of his shaft was in her ass.
He started to thrust back and forth with his cock, and also with the dildo. She could hear her mother grunting and groaning, and overall, Lisa was completely confused about how the woman felt about this encounter.
She did see some more tears, but were they tears of joy?
She honestly did not know. She just knew that he kept on thrusting both the real dick and the rubber one, until he began to groan. His body started to spasm a little bit, and just before he probably came, Lisa heard her mother moaning with pleasure.
As if she liked the throbbing feeling of the cock inside of her asshole.
"Yeah, fantastic," she moaned, when Lisa imagined her Dad was coming.
She had snuck away before either one saw her.
And that S and M scene bothered her even more than the sex scenes she'd seen in her earlier life bothered her.
After that talk with her mother, which was still somewhat embarrassing to think about, Lisa had been able to think back to those earlier sex scenes with some understanding. But then, within a week, she was troubled again.
Because their sex scene with the leather and the ass-fucking had been quite heavy, and for the next few months, it seemed like it got heavier and heavier.
Once, on her way down to the basement, she had stopped herself. She was going to see if the blouse she wanted to wear was near the dryer. But she saw a leather sling hanging in the middle of the room, the chains connected to four screws in the ceiling.
Her mother was sitting back on the sling, her arms tied to two of the four corner chains, and her father was between her mother's legs, fucking her.
Lisa didn't stay to see any of it. She didn't want to.
She could understand their earlier sex a little better now that she was older, because it seemed normal. But this leather S and M sex, she had to think, was the most abnormal thing in the world. Why were they doing it? Why?
Now, upstairs in the hallway, holding her order book close to her body, she could hear the whipping sound over and over again.
There were all kinds of grunts and groans, and even slaps. Lisa had no idea if her Mom was enjoying what was going on or not.
She looked at the grandfather clock in the hallway, and realized that she had been standing in the hall now for over a half an hour.
It bothered her for two reasons. First, she knew she'd lost a half an hour's worth of candy sales. How could she possibly sell more candy than any other girl in the club if she was not going to go out and get started.
But she was even more disturbed by what she imagined they might be doing down there. A half an hour's time could mean a lot with them.
"All right, I have to get out of here," Lisa said to herself, as she stood up straight and tried to muster up the strength to walk downstairs. "There is no doubt about it. I have to get the hell out.
"And the only way to get out is to walk down those stairs and straight to the door. I don't even want to look left into the living room. I don't. I don't."
She held onto the railing as tightly as she could while walking down the stairs, and halfway down, she heard a loud slapping sound followed by a crack and a groan.
Though she wanted to turn back and run up the stairs, she told herself to keep on going, and she did. When she was standing on the last step, she was ready to run to the front door, but she turned and looked.
She could not believe the position that her Mom was in.
The blonde woman was on her stomach with her head turned so one cheek was pressed down against the carpet, her face turned away from the stairway. Her arms had been yanked behind her back. Her arms were strapped together with leather.
But the criss-crossed confining leather seemed to run from her mother's elbows all the way down to her hands. The bondage looked quite uncomfortable.
Her father was between her mother's legs, and he had the lower half of her body raised up off the floor, to the height of his groin.
She could not see his hard cock, but she could see him moving.
One thing she could not figure out (and she stood there for a few seconds trying to) was which hole he was fucking. She could not tell, because her mother's legs were in the way, if he was fucking her cunt or her asshole.
He did have a short riding crop in his hand, and when she heard the flesh slapping sound followed by a crack and a groan, she knew what it was.
Her father was thrusting his prick into her, hard enough for his groin to let out a loud slap. That was followed by a cracking of the riding crop on the middle of her back and her shoulders, and her grunt.
Looking a little closer, Lisa realized that her mother's back and shoulders were not the only part of her being worked over. She could see that her father had lashed her buttocks a little bit, too. Those red bruise marks were fresh.
She noticed a drop of sweat trickling down her father's naked back, rolling over the curve of his buttocks, and landing on the back of his calf.
"Yeah, you hot bitch," he said, repeating his slapping, cracking, moaning routine, while her mother let out a groan.
Lisa looked at the front door then and tiptoed toward it, as quietly as she possibly could. She put her hand on the doorknob, turned it, pulled the door open quietly, stepped outside on the front porch, and slowly pulled the front door closed.
She stood on the front step of the house for a few seconds, taking deep breaths of fresh air. It was not until she heard the cracking sound again, and realized that she could hear it from outside, that she retched.
Her stomach began to turn, and Lisa thought she was going to vomit.
She sat on the top step, spread her legs, and leaned forward, holding her head between her legs and gasping loud for breath. She also purposely gasped loud enough so that she would not have to hear the noises coming from inside the house.
And she thought, why me? Why me?
Why did I have to see all these things when I was so young? Why have they started to get heavier? Don't they know I can't take this?
And the girls at school. What a joke. They think I'm a real slut. They think I've lost it since a year ago, and I keep doing it.
And I'm a virgin. A virgin. And I don't even feel like I want to lose it.
When she started to cry, she realized she had to stop. For one thing, it was interfering with her breathing, and she was trying to breathe steadily to keep from puking up her dinner. For another, she didn't want her eyes to be all teary and bloodshot.
She had to make a good impression. She was a member of the Girl's Club and she wanted to make more candy sales than any other girl.
When the retching feeling went away, Lisa stood up, and before she let herself hear another cracking of the riding crop, she ran down the front porch until she was standing on the sidewalk. She looked to her left and to her right, trying to figure out which neighbors lived where, and who would buy more.
With as much confidence as she could muster up, the young blonde-haired blue-eyed girl started skipping down the street, all ready to play candy girl.
CHAPTER TWO
When Robert Reynolds came home from work that night, he had a drink.
"Long day?" his lovely, redheaded wife Terry asked, as she walked in a few minutes after him, and saw him with the drink already.
"What the hell do you think?" he asked her. "And where the hell were you? You know I like it when you're home when I come home. And where the hell is dinner? I'm starved. You going to have to start making it now?"
"No, darling," she said, as she kissed his forehead and rubbed his brown hair. "And please, calm down a little bit. I hate it when you're angry like this."
"I can't help it. The fucking boss was busting my balls this afternoon."
"Really?" Terry asked, trying to lighten him up. She moved her hand to his crotch and squeezed him a little bit. She could feel his huge balls, and his cock shaft, which, though limp, was still pretty big. "Doesn't feel like you have cracked nuts to me, darling. And don't worry about dinner. We have a timed oven."
She kissed him again, that time on the lips. And though he didn't seem to be into it at first, as she kept pressing her lips down against his, drove her tongue into his mouth, and continued to squeeze the bulge in his pants so that his cock began to stiffen, he did end up getting into it.
Terry was glad when she felt his stiffening prick, but she was even happier when she felt his mouth get tighter around her tongue. For he started to suck on her tongue as hard as he could, and she liked hat.
When she pulled away, and tried to stand, he was holding her hair.
He started to pull her mouth down near his crotch, yanking her by the hair, and when she tried to pull back, she only ended up inflicting pain upon herself.
"Oh, no, toots," he said to her. "You started something and you're going to finish it. Now that you've got me hard, I want a blow job."
"Bobby, I've gotta check on the dinner. It might get burned."
"You'll get burned, if you don't do it."
"Not now. Save it for later. Really. I've got a terrific surprise for you, and I want you to be aroused later. Save it."
"Have you ever known me to have a problem getting it up?"
There was no way she could say yes. If anything, her husband seemed to have some kind of a problem getting it down. Though most men tended to lose their erection after an orgasm, Robert's orgasms tended to turn him on more.
One orgasm usually made him more horny than he'd be before the ejaculation, and it was only on rare occasions that he lost his hard-on after the first orgasm. And it was even on more rare occasions that he didn't get it back up within five minutes.
If he was really hot, Terry knew, he could sometimes go three or four times before losing his erection. So, there was never a problem with him getting it up.
As he pulled her mouth closer to his crotch, he could feel the heat of her breath blowing through his slacks and his underwear. And she could feel a heat emanating from his crotch, which made her give in.
She moved her body around so that she did not have to lean over the side of the comfortable club chair he was sitting in. She moved in front of him, and got down on her knees as he spread his legs to make room for her.
Terry moved her lips around his groin for a while, exhaling a lot so that she would keep blowing rushes of hot air through to his cock.
Then she pulled her mouth back, only so she could open his zipper.
As she loved to bury her face in his entire groin, she didn't just reach into his pants and pull his cock out. Instead, she opened his belt and the pants catch, then started to yank them down. He lifted his ass up to let her pull his suit pants and his underwear down past his ass cheeks.
He hadn't bothered to take off his suit jacket, his vest or his tie, though he had opened his tie and the top two buttons of his shirt, so a few brown chest hairs peeked their way out. When Terry looked down at his now exposed hard-on and his huge balls, then took in his entire body with his fashionably dressed upper half, she smiled.
"Mmm, my hot businessman husband looks good enough to eat."
"Don't get too full. We're having dinner soon," he said, as he laughed.
She laughed, too, but not for long. Because once she moved her lips to the head of his prick, Terry meant serious business.
She parted her lips and flicked her tongue against the head of the cock, licking away a few pre-come drops to take in the flavor and that made her want more. She opened her lips and slid them all the way down his cock shaft.
As she did, Terry moved her hand under Bobby's balls and pushed them up, so they were pressing against her chin long before her mouth was all the way down. She could feel the heat from them, and she loved the feeling of the fine hairs on the sack as they rubbed against her chin.
His pubic hairs already smelled musky, but she knew they'd smell stronger soon.
The hot long-haired redhead began to slide her lips up and down his shaft at a nice steady rate, flicking her tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock. When she felt the way it began to pulse along the underside, she loved it.
Bobby, meanwhile, was looking down at her with a sly smile on his face. When she looked up and noticed it, she seemed somewhat hypnotized, and kept looking right up into his eyes. Her eyes seemed to twinkle a little bit.
"Yeah, baby, that's it. That's it. It feels great. This is just what I need after a fucking ball-busting day like the one I had today."
She loved sucking off her businessman husband. Each time she slid her lips all the way down and her nose brushed through the thick hairs near his cock, she noticed that the arousing musky scent was getting stronger.
She could feel his thighs rubbing against her cheeks. Then he began to slide himself down in the chair, so that his ass was right near the edge of it.
As Terry kept holding his balls, she started to rub one of her fingers near his sweaty ass crack. She could feel him lifting his ass cheeks up just a little, and then she was able to move her finger to his asshole.
He moaned as he felt her massaging her way into him. He knew that there were some men who would be turned off by having a finger massaged in their ass, but he was not one of them. He was so sure of his own masculinity, and the asshole, to him, was another area that could cause great sexual arousal.
Sometimes, when Terry would finger fuck his ass with one finger, while sucking his cock at the same time, Robert would feel more loose and more turned on than ever before.
When her finger did start to slide deeper into his sweaty asshole, he could-feel that loosening taking effect.
"Mmmm. Oh shit. Yeah," he moaned as he squirmed around on the chair. "Oooh, baby, that is so fucking good. That feels so fucking hot. I love it."
Terry obviously loved it, too. She was really turning herself on. She started to slide her skirt up, and she moved her hand into her panties. She began to rub her already wet cunt lips, then slid her fingers into her cunt and wiggled her clit.
It was as stiff as it could be, and her cunt was quite wet, all as a result of her turn-on pleasure, caused by sucking Robert's prick.
When she wiggled herself just a little, she began to explode, and Robert knew what was happening with her. It was easy for him to tell that she was coming because he could hear the way she started to gasp for breath.
"Oh, baby, let your fucking juices flow. Get into it. Get into it."
He loved it when she held her hand steady and began to thrust her hips back and forth, fucking herself on her own fingers. .
Then he inhaled, and he could smell the arousing scent of cunt drifting through the air, moving deep into his nostrils, spinning a pleasure web in his mind. That smell was one of the most arousing odors in the world.
Robert felt his cock starting to throb harder than ever, and he knew that he was going to come. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to come, and he didn't even waste any energy letting Terry know.
She had enough encounters with his prick to know what that tense pulsing meant, and she managed to pull back so that his cock head was not in her throat, just in time to feel the first spurt of come shooting into her mouth.
It shot right up against the roof of her mouth, and dripped down onto her long tongue, which was making its way toward his cock slit.
She started to moan louder as she tasted his come dripping on her tongue, and she sucked as hard as she could to get the cream out of him. She could feel a king of rumbling effect from his balls, but best of all, she could feel the way his asshole was spasming at the same rate that his cock was pulsing.
It was spasming hard around her one probing finger, and when she wiggled that finger a little bit, she heard him letting out a low moan.
As the come stopped spurting from his dick, he could feel his asshole spasms stop, but Terry didn't pull her finger out.
She left it in there, knowing what an arousing effect it had on him. She kept her lips all the way down around his cock, too, and sucked as hard as she could.
Less than three minutes after his ejaculatory explosions, Robert knew that he was not going to lose his hard-on. He watched as she pulled her mouth back from his prick and slowly slid her finger out of his asshole.
She stood up and slid her skirt zipper down, then wiggled her hips and let it fall to the floor around her feet. She pushed her panties down, and as she stepped out of them, he saw her dark red pubic hairs and her redder cunt lips.
"I'm going to take that prick for a ride," she said to him.
"What about dinner burning?" he asked her, in a mock tone of voice.
"Fuck it," she said to him, and she climbed right up on his lap, spreading her legs so that she straddled him. Though her cunt was close enough to his mouth so he could lick her, and he did stick his tongue out to start, she bent her knees and wrapped an arm around his neck as she hovered her pussy above his prick.
He slid his hand to the base of his cock to aim himself.
Then he started to rub the fat head of his cock against her cunt lips, rubbing it up and down so that her lips were spreading. As soon as Terry knew he was between them, she slid herself all the way down his shaft.
He moved his hand out of the way, and cupped both of her buttocks with both of his hands. As she moved her lips to his and kissed him, she began to slide her hot cunt up and down his cock shaft, and he loved it.
Robert was guiding her a little bit, cupping her ass and moving her up and down, but she was moving quite eagerly herself.
Throughout that entire fuck, she did not stop kissing him. If she was not kissing him on the lips, then she was kissing his face cheeks and ear.
She did get into mouth-to-mouth kissing the most and when her lips slid to his cheeks or ear, they did not linger there for long. When he thrust his long pointed tongue into her mouth, she really did love it.
Her cunt spasmed even harder when he slid one of his fingers to her ass crack and began to thrust it gently into her asshole.
Her ass crack was nice and wet, and though her asshole was tight, he didn't just ram his finger in. He massaged it there gently, for a while, before he felt the puckered hole starting to open to take in his finger.
Terry went crazy when he did that. He felt her cunt starting to spasm really hard around him. He felt his own cock starting to throb, and he knew that he was going to have his second orgasm within a few more seconds.
When she felt that throbbing, she rode him faster and faster. She inhaled, and through the turn-on sex scent she could smell the dinner.
She slid her cunt up and down, up and down until she felt him starting to explode inside of her. Then she slid all the way down, sitting as close to him as possible, feeling the head of his cock deep in her heated cunt, spurting more of his hot cream into her, making her head spin.
Her asshole spasmed around his finger as she was coming, and when she felt him wiggling his finger in her tight spasming asshole, she loved it.
They were kissing with the passion of newlyweds, clinging to each other. Her tongue was deep in his mouth, and he sucked so hard she felt like he might suck it out of her mouth. Of course, deep down, she knew that was impossible.
When his cock throbbed for what seemed to be the last time, then it started to lose blood and go limp inside of her, she kept her cunt muscles clenched tight. But then, she knew she had to get to the kitchen.
She pulled herself up, and slid her hand down to catch his cock as it flopped out of her. She squeezed it, then got off the chair.
"Come on, hon, let's eat," she said to him, and he nodded.
He kicked off his pants, then took off his jacket, vest, tie and shirt. He left everything lying on the floor in the living room, and as he passed the hall closet, he opened it and pulled out a long silk robe.
He always kept a robe downstairs, for those evenings when he came home and was just too tired to go upstairs to the bedroom to undress.
By the time he was stripped and in his long silk robe, she was putting dinner on the kitchen table. He kissed her on the cheek before he sat, and looked down at the baked stuffed chicken and the vegetables.
They had a few glasses of wine with their dinner, so they were both feeling pleasantly buzzed by the end. He kept sliding his foot over to her leg. She had slid back into her panties, and at one point, he had his foot pressed right between her legs, right up against her heated panty-covered crotch.
"The bottom of my foot feels like it's on fire," he said.
"My cunt is on fire," she told him. "But wait until you see what I bought."
He didn't want to wait. His cock was hard again under his robe, and he was ready for another orgasm. The wine and her sex smell did that to him.
When she started to clear the dishes, she told him to go up to the bedroom and look at the box that was lying on the bed.
He brought it down to the living room, so they could play there, and when she walked into the living room, she saw her naked-again husband sitting there, hairy and hard, looking at all the new leather toys he'd bought.
She could tell that he loved it. He was smelling the scent of the new leather, and rubbing it on his body. She reached for the corset she'd bought for herself.
"This is mine," she said, and he laughed.
"I didn't think it was mine. Put it on, and let me see how you look."
She took off her blouse, bra and panties, then squeezed into the corset. Robert didn't even have to voice his approval. All she had to do was look down at the slit of his cock, and see the way there were so many come drops. That let her know he loved the way he looked in the corset, and she turned to look at herself in the hall mirror.
"God, I do look sensational," she told him, for the corset pushed her tits up and out, and did not cover them at all. Her red nipples were standing up, stiff.
The leather also came down right to her pubic hairs, but went no lower. So from the front, her cunt was exposed, and when she turned, her rounded ass cheeks were on view. As she faced Robert, he got on his knees and moved to her, then buried his head between her legs and started to lick her.
He pressed his tongue into her wet gaping slit, flicking it up and down against her clit. It was as stiff as it could possibly be, and when his tongue began to wiggle it back and forth, she felt her knees buckle a little bit.
Robert cupped her buttocks, making a seat with his hands.
He got off on the smell of leather mixed with cunt, and his hard dick twitched up and down as he kept on licking this beautiful wife.
After she had her orgasm, he helped her get down on her hands and knees. He could see her hot rounded ass cheeks when he moved behind her, and he buried his face between them as he continued to eat her cunt.
But he slid his lips up to her asshole and also ran his tongue there, flicking it back and forth against her puckered hole.
When he heard her moaning, he knew that she was coming.
He reached for the black leather whip she had bought, and he smashed her hard on her buttocks. He could hear her moan even louder.
"Bind me," she said to him. "Tie my arms behind my back. Make me helpless. Make me your leather slave. Be my master, Bobby, baby."
She even handed him a leather strap, and pulled her hands behind her back, concentrating all of her weight on her knees and her face, which she turned on the carpet so that she would be able to keep on breathing.
He did tie her hands together at the wrists, wrapping the leather strap around her a few times, to make sure she would not pull free.
Then he slapped her ass with his hand, and moved his mouth back to her cunt.
He used the handle of he whip as a kind of dildo, the way he had been sliding his tongue in and out of her cunt. He was thrusting the whip handle in and out of her, moving it even deeper than he was moving his tongue.
She kept on moaning and wiggling her ass, and he loved it.
His cock was as hard as it could possibly be, and at one point, he began to throb so hard while he was working her over, that he had to squeeze himself at the base to keep from coming. If he hadn't, he knew he would have shot on the floor.
The two of them worked themselves up into a greater passion.
At that moment, the air smelled of cock and cunt, sweat and leather, and both of them were turned on by that mixed combination odor.
He was raising his hand to smash it down onto her ass cheek again, when the doorbell suddenly started to ring. At first, he thought that he would just ignore the sound, but it rang again, and then a voice was calling.
"Mr. or Mrs. Reynolds, are you home? Are you home? It's me, Lisa."
"You'd better answer it," Terry said to her husband. "Put your robe on and see what she wants. She's a persistent little girl."
He hated being interrupted at a peak moment in their sex scene, but he knew that his wife was right. Their living room light was on, so she had to know they were home. In this neighborhood, no one ever pretended to be out when a neighbor knocked on the door, so he turned his head and screamed, "Be there in a second, Lisa."
He pulled his silk robe on, but before he walked to the door, he realized that his prick was forming a huge bulge in front of his pants.
So just before he opened the door, he pushed his hard-on down between his legs, and pressed his thighs together, to hold it there.
He opened the door without moving either leg, and saw the pretty blonde-haired young girl standing there. Lisa went right into her rap.
"I'm sorry to bother you now, but I'm selling candy for our Girl's Club and I was wondering if you or Mrs. Reynolds would like to buy some. I'd really appreciate it if you would because our club could use the money, and I'm determined to sell more candy than any other girl in the club."
"Get some chocolate mints," she heard Mrs. Reynolds call from the living room. "Bobby, I love chocolate mints. See if they have some."
Lisa handed Mr. Reynolds the booklet that had all the different kinds of candies listed, including pictures of what they looked like. As he browsed through it, she tried to look in the living room to see his wife.
She didn't want to move past him, and she realized she could not see in the living room. However, when she looked at the hallway mirror, she could see the reflection of the living room in it, and she gasped.
For on her stomach, with her arms pulled behind her back, bound, was Mrs. Reynolds. It was almost like the position she'd seen her mother in, only Mrs. Reynolds was wearing a leather corset. There was a whip on the carpet next to her.
When Lisa saw this, she gasped, and Mr. Reynolds looked up and saw her staring at the mirror. He knew exactly what she could see reflected in it.
"Uh, I think I'll take one of these, one of these, and one of these," he said, taking a few steps to one side, so he could stand between the young girl and the mirror.
But the second he moved, spreading his legs, his hard-on was free.
It swung right up, and not only made a tent-like bulge, but managed to find the opening between the flaps of the robe. It stuck its head out, almost as if it was looking around to see exactly what was happening.
And when Lisa gasped and he saw her looking at his crotch, he knew that she could see his cock head. He just moved his hand down there and pulled a flap back over his cock, and held his hand there in front of his crotch.
He turned red with embarrassment, but looked back at the order book to try and cover his embarrassed state of mind.
"Do I have to pay you now?" he asked her, and she shook her head.
"No," Lisa said. "If you're too busy to pay me, that's fine. You just want one mint, one jelly candy, and one nougat candy, right?"
"Yes," he said, as he watched her mark it down on the pad. "When will you have it?"
"Next week. One week from tonight I'll be going around delivering my candy. You can pay me then. Thanks for the order. Goodnight."
And she turned and ran down the front walk toward the sidewalk, as fast as she possibly could. He stood there shaking his head back and forth, then closed the door and walked back to the living room, where Terry hadn't moved an inch.
"You know, she saw your reflection in the mirror," he said. "And when I moved my hard-on popped right out, and she looked at it, too."
"Oh, really?" Terry asked, almost as if the idea excited her. "I do hope that she was fascinated, because if she was...."
CHAPTER THREE
She dared not tell anyone what she had seen. She was not the kind of girl who would spread rumors like that around, about anyone. For years she'd known her parents liked to fuck around, and she'd known about their S and M scene for the last year. She had never told a soul about their scene.
So he was certainly not going to tell anyone about Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds.
When Lisa got home that night, she tallied up her sales, and was quite proud to discover she had sold over a hundred boxes of candy that night. She kept thinking that if she could sell a hundred a night, in two weeks she'd have sold one thousand and four hundred boxes of Girl's Club Candy.
Her Mom was in the living room reading a book, and she was told that her Dad was already upstairs sleeping. Lisa was glad she had not come home and found them still going at it. She'd been out selling for three hours.
Her Mom was real happy to hear that she'd done such a terrific job, and kissed Lisa on the forehead. She asked her if she wanted some milk and cookies, but Lisa shook her head no. She ran up to her room.
As she was getting undressed, she had an image of Mr. Reynolds in his silk robe.
She could see him standing there with his huge prick head sticking out of the slit of the robe. And she liked the image.
He was one of the most handsome men in the neighborhood. She had always thought that, ever since the lovely young couple moved in. Of course, she knew that Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds were younger than most of the couples in the neighborhood.
But that had nothing to do with the fact that he was just a stunning looking man, plain and simple. She had even liked the way he looked when he'd flushed with embarrassment before sliding his hand down to cover his cock.
That night, when she tried to sleep, she could not.
She kept flashing on Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, thinking about what her parents had been doing, but putting the hotter looking couple in their place. After all, the Mrs. had been bound the same way Lisa's Mom was bound.
She could picture Mr. Reynolds walking back into the living room after closing the front door, and taking off his robe. He probably got down on his knees behind his wife and moved his prick to her cunt.
And he probably picked up the leather whip and lashed her with it as he was sliding his hard cock in and out of her cunt.
Though the thought of S and M turned her off, and every encounter she'd seen with her parents made her stomach feel queasy, the fantasy about Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds did not turn her off that night. It turned her on, as a matter-of-fact.
Lisa felt the way her cunt got wetter as she lay there thinking about that handsome man sliding his prick in and out of his wife's cunt. She thought about his hairy chest, which she knew was hairy because she had been able to see a lot of it through his robe.
And though she did it unconsciously at first, she was soon aware of the fact that she had her hand inside of her pajama bottoms, and her fingers were already driving themselves in and out of her cunt, wiggling her clitoris back and forth.
She began to moan a little bit, and imagined that Mr. Reynolds was getting ready to come, and had a look of intense pleasure on his face.
She held her fingers steady then and thrust her cunt up and down against her hand as she thought about it, and managed to make herself reach a peak, before she remembered there was no towel underneath her to catch the wetness.
She knew that her Mom would know she'd been masturbating, if she changed the sheets the next day, but she didn't care.
The orgasm exhausted her, and soon she was sleeping soundly.
During the next few days, Lisa did go out to sell her candy almost every night. As she started going to houses further and further away from hers, she would always be passing by the Reynolds' house, and she would think about them.
One early evening, as she just went out to start selling, a red convertible pulled up along the sidewalk, and she found herself smiling at Mr. Reynolds.
"Can I give you a lift, Lisa?" he asked her.
"Uh, I don't think so," she said to him. "I don't have far to go."
She knew that she would start to tremble if she got close enough to him to feel the heat of a body next to another one. She knew she'd shake so much he'd have to notice something strange, and she would have no explanation.
"All right. Fine," he said, smiling, and that smile made her knees go weak. "But let me tell you that Mrs. Reynolds is sure looking forward to her candy next week. You will be bringing it by Tuesday night, right?"
"Yes, sir," she said, and he smiled at her.
"Don't call me, sir, Lisa. It makes me feel like an old fart. Call me Bobby."
"Oh, I don't know if I could. I don't think my parents would like that."
"I want you to, so how could they get mad at you? Well, I'm off. See you in a few days."
And he stepped on the gas and his car sped away down the block.
She stood there for at least ten minutes, in some kind of a dream-like state, before she could recover and start walking again.
The next night, as she was out selling, Mrs. Reynolds drove by, and when the redheaded lady offered Lisa a ride, she accepted.
"Well," Mrs. Reynolds said as she started to drive, "I think Bobby is going to take this personally if I tell him."
"Take what?" Lisa asked, and the redheaded woman smiled.
"He said that he offered you a ride yesterday, and you refused. Now if I tell him you took me up on my offer, he's going to think you don't like him."
"Oh no," Lisa said, all wide-eyed and girlish. "That's not true at all."
"Oh, then you do like him?" the redhead asked, as her long hair flew behind her in the breeze, while she drove slowly and carefully.
"Very much. I think he's the most handsome man in the neighborhood."
"Then why didn't you let him drive you where you were going yesterday?"
"Uh, well, it was because ... I think ... I mean ... well, you see, I wasn't really going too far, and uh ... there was no reason that I couldn't walk."
Mrs. Reynolds pulled over on Smith Street, where Lisa was headed, and the girl opened the car door. As she closed it, Terry said, "See you Tuesday," and drove off.
Terry felt a tingle between her legs as she drove home, speeding this time.
Bobby had been right, she knew. The girl was hot for him. The girl did like him. Just last night, when Bobby came home, he told Terry about his encounter with Lisa, and at first, she'd thought her husband was being an egotistical braggart again.
"I asked her if she wanted a ride, and her knees shook. Like she knew that if she got into that with me, she would tremble too much or something. I'm telling you, Terry, she didn't take her eyes off mine. I think this will work."
It wasn't until now that Terry knew it was not just Bobby's ego.
The way Lisa had fumbled for an excuse as to why she had refused the ride, the way she had said he was the most handsome man in the neighborhood (her eyes twinkled when she said that), the way she had even said, "I wasn't really going too far," now made Terry believe that Lisa did, indeed, wish to go far.
She wondered if the blonde was a virgin. Could be. She was so very young. So very young that she was really jailbait.
That night, Bobby and Terry had some of the best sex ever. They were both looking forward to Tuesday, and because they even talked about what they'd like to try on Tuesday during their genital stroking foreplay that night, the sex became so hot.
She started to sit on his cock at first, her favorite position, and he was content to let her ride him, while they continued to discuss the Lisa thing.
Then he grabbed her hot ass and they had a play struggle as he first rolled onto his side (never once missing a beat of the disco music playing, music he was thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt to), and tried to get her on her back.
But she wasn't buying it for a while, or at least liked to play the game of resisting so he'd put more of his manly energy into overpowering her.
Bobby knew that it was a game she played, for sure, but he did enjoy it. Sex was always more fun when the hot woman put up a kind of fight. The idea was to fuck the resistance out of her, to overpower her with cock pleasure.
He bit into her left tit as hard as he could, and when she was being drained of some of her energy when he did that, he managed to get himself on top of her.
He rammed his cock in and out of her harder nd faster, and he loved the sound of her gasping breaths. She had no power to roll back on top, and he ended up shooting a hefty load of come up her steamy hot cunt.
Sex that weekend was just as intense, as more plans were discussed, and Sunday afternoon, as the two of them were driving around, they noticed little Lisa walking along with her candy order book.
She was wearing a pair of shorts and a halter top blouse, and the young couple got a good look at her, better than they'd had before.
Her tits were still at the budding stage, that was true. Terry reminded Bobby that Lisa's Mom had herself real big tits, and the case was usually, like mother like daughter.
Besides, though they still didn't know her age, they knew it was no older than fifteen. Lisa's tits would grow during the next few years.
"But what she has is certainly a mouthful," Bobby said to Terry.
"I'll say. And if she's got those tits, you and I both know she has herself a furry little box. More than peach fuzz, I should imagine."
The two of them laughed, and Robert even found himself running his tongue over his lips. He honked his horn and they waved at Lisa, and drove off.
Lisa stood there looking at the convertible as the Reynolds drove away, and she thought to herself, they were looking at me. I know they were. I saw them driving up and they came up real slow, taking me in. Studying me. I know my tits look real good with this top I have on. I feel kinda naked without it.
I am so sure they were looking at me. I could swear to it. And didn't he lick his lips? Yes he did. When he honked and I looked over, his tongue was just sliding into his mouth, moving back from his lips. And they were wet. That slithery looking tongue wet his lips and moved back into his mouth. I know it for sure.
She felt a wetness between her legs, and knew it was her cunt.
So by Tuesday night, there was a great deal of anticipation coming from everyone.
The orders came in day by day, so Lisa only had to deliver those orders she had taken the first night. She used the red wagon that was kept in the garage, and piled the cartons of different candy in he back.
And though they were certainly not the last couple she had gone to see, she passed by their house and decided to go there last.
By the time she had delivered everything, and pulled her wagon up the front path to the House, she was a little bit tired. Still, she was sure that she could see someone looking out through the curtains, but the eyes disappeared as soon as she appeared.
Mrs. Reynolds opened the front door, and leaned against it. She was wearing a long black robe, that was low cut in front, and went down to the carpet. She had her red hair pulled back, and her face seemed to shine.
She had on some make-up, and Lisa thought the woman looked stunning.
"Oh, thank God," she said to the girl. "I'm dying here."
"Huh?" Lisa asked, and the woman started to laugh.
"I'm a chocolate addict, you see, and I always keep chocolate mints around the house. I didn't buy any this afternoon because I knew you were bringing over a box of them tonight, and I'm just dying for one."
"Well then, here they are," Lisa said, as she turned and reached into the carton marked MINTS to get the last box. Only as she felt inside, there was no last box. She pulled he flaps open and saw it was empty.
"Uh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Reynolds," she said. "You see, I waited to come here last and I guess there was some mistake with the order. I know I ordered you chocolate mints but there isn't a box left in here."
"Oh really?" the woman asked, as she raised her eyebrows. "I was dying for those chocolate mints, Lisa. What are you going to do about it?"
"Well, uh, I have these two other boxes," the girl said, as she reached for the other candy, and held it out.
Suddenly, Mrs. Reynolds was no longer smiling. She grabbed Lisa's wrist and pulled her right into the house, then slammed the door closed behind her.
She slapped the hand that held the boxes of chocolates, and they fell out of her hand onto the carpet. Then the woman twisted her wrist.
"I wanted those mints, Lisa, and now you're going to have to be punished. Why did you wait to come here last? Why didn't you come by here while you still had a box of chocolate mints in your wagon? Why? Why?"
Lisa couldn't believe that the woman was getting so excited over nothing. She said that she would bring the mints first thing tomorrow evening, but Terry insisted that wouldn't be good. It wouldn't be good at all.
"Now you're going to have to make up for what you did," she said to the girl.
As she continued to twist her wrist, she pushed Lisa down on her knees. She moved behind Lisa's back, and grabbed her other hand.
When Lisa heard the clanking sound, then felt the coldness on her wrists, she turned her head and saw that the woman had handcuffed her wrists together.
She started to think about what it was like to be bound-and for a second, she felt like she was going to freak out. She had seen her father treating her mother really rough-rough enough to draw blood, and she feared that her blood might be drawn.
But she had no time to think it all the way through.
For Mrs. Reynolds was reaching into the pocket of her robe, and she pulled out a black leather collar, with silver studs on them. She snapped it around Lisa's neck, pulling the girl's blonde hair back off her neck.
Then she took out a long leather leash, and attached it to the collar.
"Now come with me," she said. "Come with me, Lisa."
At first, the girl tried to resist, and when Terry pulled harder, Lisa could feel the leather starting to cut into her neck.
"It only hurts more when you resist, Lisa. Let me warn you about that. If you go with it, then it won't hurt you at all. Resist and you'll feel pain."
"But I don't want to feel pain," the girl cried out.
"Then go with it. Come with me. Walk on your knees behind me. You owe me something because you built up my hopes and then didn't come through. I'm too tired to do Bobby tonight, and you're going to have to."
Lisa didn't know what the woman meant. To do Bobby? There had to be a verb missing, she thought. What the hell did it meant. To do what?
Mrs. Reynolds was walking up the stairs of her house, one at a time, rather fast, and Lisa started to climb up the stairs, on her knees.
When she tried to get up, so she could walk on her feet and keep up with the woman, Mrs. Reynolds turned around and slapped her face.
It caught Lisa off guard, and at first, she felt humilated and shamed, and even pained. But then she realized something. Her father had slapped her twice in her life, when she'd been really bad. She knew what a painful slap was.
Though she felt the shame and humiliatin, she knew Mrs. Reynolds hadn't really slapped her so hard, and she began to catch on to something.
She flashed on that time she'd seen her Dad jerk off, for the very first time, in the basement near the washer and dryer while he ate her Mom.
She'd been so upset because she couldn't play with her toys while they were down there. And it all began to make sense. Toys. Games. Toys and Games.
Lisa began to understand that this was something of a game.
When they got to the top of the stairs, the woman started to walk down the hall, and Lisa continued to walk fast on her knees, behind her.
"You'll see, you'll see," she could hear the hot redhead moaning.
Then Terry stood in front of the closed bedroom door. She waited until Lisa was on her knees in front of the door, facing it, then placed her hand on the knob, slowly turned it, and pushed the door open just as slowly.
Lisa's anticipation continued to rise as each second passed by.
And she let out a gasping moan when the door opened and she could see the bed, the headboard of it against the wall opposite the door. She could see the wooden headboard and footboard, and then she could see feet, spread wide apart.
Mr. Reynolds raised his head then, and Lisa noticed two things.
His hands were spread as wide apart as possible, and each hand had been bound with a leather strap. The ends of the straps were tied to the bedposts on the headboard.
Then there it was, right in the middle, sticking straight up.
As she raised her head, she could see the balls nestled between his spread legs, hanging so low in their sack that they rested on the mattress.
"Oh my God," she moaned, as he smiled at her and his cock twitched.
He was bound to that bed so he could not move, and yet he smiled.
"You see," Mrs. Reynolds started to say, as she slid her hand down to Lisa's pants and pulled the snap open, then pulled open the zipper. "My husband is an insatiable man, which is fun when I'm in the mood.
"But I'm not. He wouldn't keep his filthy hands off me. He kept trying to paw me all night, and all I wanted were my chocolate mints."
"Did you get them?" Robert asked her, and she shook her head.
"This little bitch waited to come here last, and by the time she got here, there were no more chocolate mints. That's why she's here."
"Why?" Robert asked, and as the two of them looked into each other's eyes, and Lisa began to look from one to the other, she understood more.
It was a game after all. Mrs. Reynolds was making up some kind of an excuse about the mints, and he was playing her game. Lisa was sure that if she had had a box of mints, the woman ould have found some other excuse.
She would have complained for having had to wait so long. She would have been mad that Lisa had come to them last. Something. Anything. Just a reason to get her up to this room, and the mints were the perfect reason.
"Why?" Mrs. Reynolds asked, as she got down on her knees near the girl and began to pull Lisa's pants and panties down. Lisa did gasp, but she didn't mind having her young cunt exposed. After all, he was fully exposed, and looking good.
"Because now that I don't have my mints, that's all I want. I don't want your slimy cock, Robert. I don't want to lick your balls or even sit on your face and have you eat me. All I want is my mints.
"See, Lisa, I had to tie him up to keep his hands off me. Until I had my mints. And now that they're not here, you're going to have to satisfy him."
She told Lisa to stand, and the girl did. Mrs. Reynolds slapped her ass once, hard, then told her to step out of her pants.
When Lisa did, the woman pulled her pants and panties off, so she was naked from the waist down. She was wearing a pullover shirt, and no bra.
As Mrs. Reynolds stood up, she pulled the shirt up over Lisa's tits, and even pulled it up over her head in front. There was no way she could pull it off without uncuffing the girl's hands, so she left it on.
But Lisa was as good as naked, her tits heaving up and down. She kept her eyes on Mr. Reynolds, and felt her pussy tingle. Then she felt Mrs. Reynolds' fingers sliding right over her cunt lips, and Lisa moaned.
"Yes, you like this, don't you, Lisa?" the woman asked her. "You like to be my slave, and satisfy my husband, don't you?"
"I don't know," Lisa said, and her response was met by a slap. "I don't. I don't. I've never done anything like this before in my life."
"Ah, good, a virgin," she heard Robert say.
"Get over there," Mrs. Reynolds screamed at her then, and she slapped Lisa on the ass as hard as she possibly could. "Get over there."
Young, trembling Lisa, didn't even have a choice. The woman walked ahead of her and pulled on the leash, forcing Lisa to follow her. She pulled until Lisa was standing by the side of the bed, and Lisa inhaled.
There was a strange odor in the room. She'd never smelled it so strong.
"That's man-lust," Mrs. Reynolds said to her. "Bobby's smell. He's been so eager for me I was sitting her and stroking him, and not letting him come, before you rang the bell. You like it? Well, get closer to it."
Suddenly, the redheaded woman grabbed the young girl's hair.. She pulled hard on the hair as she forced Lisa's face forward.
Her other hand slid to Robert's dick, grabbed it at the base, and aiming it.
"Open your mouth, you candy-promising non-delivering bitch," Mrs. Reynolds screamed and she tugged at Lisa's hair enough to make the girl part her lips.
The second her head had been pushed down, the cock head made contact with her mouth.
Now, with her lips and teeth open, and the woman's hand pushing, Lisa felt her head being forced all the way down his cock shaft.
Mrs. Reynolds didn't stop when his cock head was pressing against Lisa's throat. She kept right on forcing, as she whispered clearly.
"Inhale, you little fool. Inhale and take his cock head in. And don't use your teeth on him because if you scrape his cock, I'll hurt you."
"Yes, that's right. All lips and tongue, and no teeth," Robert said.
And the second Lisa inhaled, loud enough for them to hear, she felt him thrust up while his wife forced her head down.
She felt the cock head force its way into her throat, but her tongue was touching it now, and taking in its taste.
There was something velvety about the texture of his shaft, and she liked the way her lips felt. Her nose was close to his pubic hairs, though because of the side angle, it wasn't directly in the patch or even near the balls.
But she could still smell the odor now, and it was much stronger.
She felt Mrs. Reynolds guiding her head up and down the man's cock, and she did start to get into the sucking rate. There were times when her head was forced all the way down the shaft, and other times when it wasn't forced all the way down, so the cock head didn't enter her throat all the time.
Her saliva began to form a kind of puddle near the base of his cock, and she did like it when she held her mouth steady at one point, and he began to thrust his prick up and down, almost fucking her throat at one point.
She could see, out of the corner of her eye, the way Mrs. Reynolds slid her fingers to one of her husband's nipples, and began to pinch it.
Then, Lisa felt something else. The woman was fingering her pussy from behind. Mrs. Reynolds was delicately rubbing her fingers up and down Lisa's cunt lips from behind, and Lisa was starting to get wet.
It also meant the woman was no longer holding her head. She hadn't even felt the exact moment when the hand moved away. Her mouth was no longer being forced down there, and yet, she hadn't the least bit of desire to pull back.
When he thrust up and down, especially, she loved it, but even when he stopped and she started to move her mouth up and down his shaft, it was still great fun.
By now her mouth tasted like cock, and her lips felt like velvet.
When she felt him starting to throb in her mouth, she knew what was going to happen. She felt the way Mrs. Reynolds started to pinch her clit, and when it throbbed, the woman wiggled it back and forth.
"Yes, Lisa, I guess for a first-timer you're still a fast learner. Bobby's gonna feed you the first load of the night. You're going to get to taste his sweet cream. It's very precious to me. I love it, and would have gladly drunk it all myself, but you didn't bring my chocolate mints. So you drink it all. Every last drop."
Robert knew that he was going to feed the girl a huge load.
After all, it was true. When he got home from work that night, he ate, and then he let his wife tie him up. That happened at around six, because he had no idea of when Lisa was going to come over.
During the three hours that he'd been there, waiting, Terry had played all kinds of games with his prick, most of them hand and mouth games.
She had not allowed him to come, which was why he'd had such a raging hard-on, anticipating this first orgasm of the night.
He had held back much longer than he would have thought, perhaps because the first slide down, he'd felt Lisa's teeth, and it had taken her a while to get into a certain kind of suck pattern, where it felt good and she wasn't hurting at all.
"Yeah, Lisa, don't miss a drop," he moaned, as the come spurted from his cock.
He felt her tongue lapping eagerly to taste his come, and he could hear the way she was moaning loud. He looked at Terry who smiled and winked, then mouthed the words to let him know that Lisa's pussy was a hot, steaming box.
"Keep him in your mouth, Lisa," Mrs. Reynolds said. "He deserves it after what you made me put him through. Keep his precious dick in your mouth."
And Lisa did. She slid her lips all the way back down his cock shaft, and pressed her entire face against his crotch. When she turned her head a little bit, she could look up and see him lying back, a huge smile on his face.
She also felt his balls pressing against her cheek when she turned her head, and she liked that feeling, and rubbed herself there more.
Then she felt Mrs. Reynolds pulling at her hair, yanking her head up.
When she got a look at the woman, she had to let out a gasp. Obviously, while Lisa had been engrossed in her forced cocksucking, the woman had taken off her robe. She was wearing the same leather corset Lisa had seen her in before, only now she got to see her from the front, instead of from behind.
The woman's breasts were enormous, and they were beautiful. And her cunt was wet and dripping, her lips looking eager with lust.
Mrs. Reynolds told the handcuffed girl to sit back on the bed.
Then she told her to lean back, and rest her head near Bobby's prick. As Lisa did, she turned her head and could look right at the cock. She also discovered that she could move her lips up and down along the underside of the shaft.
She did that as she felt her legs being spread real wide apart. Then Mrs. Reynolds spoke, her lips close to Lisa's spread pussy.
"I wouldn't do this under normal circumstances, but you did a good job sucking my husband off, and you are a virgin. He has a big cock. Were it not for those reasons, I'd make you sit on him right now, you bitch. But I'll get you wet and excited so it'll make it easier."
Then Lisa felt the woman's lips pressing right against her cunt lips. She couldn't believe the way that it felt. Mrs. Reynolds' fingers had gotten her wet and warm already, but her mouth turned the warmth into heat.
Lisa felt the woman's tongue starting to flick back and forth against her clitoris. Then the woman sucked the love button between her lips, and as she held it prisoner between her lips, she worked her tongue against the tip.
This was followed by an opening of the mouth, a probing with the tongue, and a hard rush of suction, that made Lisa's little clit sway back and forth.
She felt her cream being sucked right out of her pussy, and loved it.
The harder Mrs. Reynolds sucked, the more intense Lisa's feelings were. The woman slid her hands up to Lisa's tits and plucked at her nipples.
The young girl's passions were raised so high, that she began to run her lips up and down along the underside of the hot man's stiff prick, at a steady rate. She even flicked her tongue there, and inhaled as often as she could.
For the male sex scent was turning her on like crazy.
When she felt her own cunt getting ready to peak, and she began to spasm really tight, she felt Mrs. Reynolds sliding a finger into her. Then the woman slid in a second finger and even a third, and Lisa's cunt walls seemed to spread rather easily so she could take those fingers all in.
Terry was purposely fingering to see if Lisa had a hymen (she did not) and if her cunt could be spread wide enough to take in Bobby's thickness (it could) but her exploring fingers did add pleasure as they probed.
Lisa's bucking hips and sliding pussy proved that much.
Terry sucked a huge load out of the girl, and sensed that this girl could get her cunt eaten forever. Though she had already come twice, she was still thrusting up and down, and Terry knew it was time.
She stood up, and yanked on the leash, forcing Lisa to sit up.
She looked at her husband's hard prick, and smiled. She knew that Lisa had left a hell of a lot of saliva along the underside, and it pleased her.
"Now stand up," she said to the young girl. "Stand up on this bed. Now."
Lisa managed to climb up on the bed, but it was hard, because her hands were still cuffed. The older redheaded woman did help give Lisa some support as she held her and got her up on the bed. Then she told Lisa to put one leg on either side of his body.
"Look down at him and tell him you want to please his cock," Mrs. Reynolds said to the young girl, and she cracked Lisa on the ass.
Lisa said those exact words, and Mrs. Reynolds smiled.
"Now you tell him why," she said. "You tell him why, in your own words."
The married couple smiled at her, and Lisa knew she was being put on the spot. Still, she understood the game, and used her imagination.
"Because Mrs. Reynolds won't do it because she didn't get her mints. And because I want to feel that hot cock inside of me, deep. I want to feel it. I want it."
"Get on your knees," the redheaded dominant woman screamed, cracking the young girl on the ass again, even harder.
Lisa did fall down on her knees, though her cunt slapped the man on the chest. She saw him stick his tongue out and make an attempt to lick her, but she was not close enough, and Mrs. Reynolds did not let her stay there.
She pulled Lisa down, and the girl kept her cunt pressed against the man's warm flesh until she felt the cock rubbing against her buttocks.
"Now lift up," Mrs. Reynolds said, and Lisa realized she was going to have to raise her body up high, in order to get that cock head near her cunt lips. It was quite a large organ she was dealing with.
She slid behind it, and saw Mrs. Reynolds rubbing it against her cunt lips. Then Lisa pushed herself forward and felt the head moving into her cunt. It hurt a little bit, but she didn't move forward any further. Not yet.
Mrs. Reynolds even seemed to understand, and did not force her.
When Lisa was ready, she slid down the shaft a little more, slowly, letting her pussy feel this new explorer, an explorer that was not only thicker than anything else she'd ever had in her cunt, but was also going to move in deeper.
She looked right at his face, and kept thinking about how handsome he was. That made her eager to want to please him.
Suddenly, she realized there was no further that she could go. She was sitting all the way down on him, her body as far down as it could be.
She began to rock herself around on the prick, letting her cunt get used to its thicknees, and when it did,, she started to slide up and down it.
Then Mrs. Reynolds stood up on the bed, and she laughed.
"You can eat me now and see how it is, Lisa," she said, and she did not give the girl a chance to say no. She pulled Lisa's head right over to her cunt, forcing the girl's mouth right up against her cunt lips.
Lisa inhaled, and liked what she smelled. She was so turned on by the cock that she opened her mouth and licked the woman's cunt.
She tried to remember the things Mrs. Reynolds had done to her clit, and she began to lick the woman the same way. She flicked her clit back and forth as fast as she could, and Mrs. Reynolds started to moan.
When Lisa sucked, she got a good taste of the cunt cream, and liked it.
Meanwhile, she discovered that if she kept her cunt up high enough to give him room to move, he would. It made it easier, instead of her having to ride him up and down. This way, he was thrusting, and she could hold her mouth in one spot so she could keep on licking the woman's hot flowing cunt.
Lisa's head began to spin with pleasure, and when she felt Mrs. Reynolds reaching over and opening the handcuffs, she didn't even want to get away.
She just pressed both of her hands onto the man's hairy chest and started to squeeze his two nipples. She then felt the woman lashing her ass, lightly, with a leather whip, and she didn't even mind.
It was not only all part of the game, Lisa knew, but it also felt good. The lashings were not hard. They sounded worse than they felt. Or maybe not. When the whip hit her already tingly buttocks, they seemed to tingle even more.
She felt his cock starting to throb really hard inside of her cunt, and she felt how he kept right on thrusting. The throbbing made the cock shaft press against her clit, and that tingled more.
Lisa gasped when she felt the spurts deep inside of her young pussy. She gasped as she heard him moaning loud and felt his chest sweating, and also felt the way the strong sex scent in the air was even stronger.
Though her nose was buried in sweet cunt, she could smell the fragrant cock scent working its way up there.
Her own pussy began to spasm hard around him, and he kept right on thrusting, so that after a few more minutes, Lisa wondered if he had come.
"Robert stays hard when he fucks a tight pussy, even after an orgasm," Terry told the young girl, and she understood then.
She didn't mind at all. Her pussy was surging with delight, feeling better than it had ever felt in her entire life.
She loved the slapping feeling of his groin hitting her hips each time he thrust up, and she loved the taste of the cunt, too.
When she felt him throbbing again, she smiled, but kept right on eating Mrs. Reynold's cunt. She started to think about the way all her sexual fears were gone.
She thought about all those free and wonderful non-leather experiences her parents had had, and how those hadn't bothered her as much as the leather scenes. But now, she understood about the leather S and M games.
They were just games, and they were added to the sex to keep things fun. She was sure her parents had added it to keep their sex life at a high, and it seemed to have worked.
She thought of her friends who already thought she lost it, and wondered if she would look any different from now on, after finally having had it. She knew that she sure as hell would feel different. She already felt great.
Later, after another hour, they told her to shower and get dressed and leave. He was untied and they were both wearing robes as they escorted her downstairs.
"Don't forget to drop off my chocolate mints tomorrow," Mrs. Reynolds screamed out as Lisa pulled her wagon down the path to the street.
"I won't," she yelled back, as she waved. But as she started on her way home, she knew, deep down, that there would be no chocolate mints again the next night and if she had to pay for it, so be it.
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SLAVE SERVANT REBELLION
CHAPTER ONE
"Relax, Meg," Charles said, as he slid down her body and moved his lips to her breast. He sucked her dark nipple between his lips, quite skillfully, the way he had for years. He knew she wasn't bored of it.
Last night, the same nibbling he was doing now, had made her go crazy. She had thrust her heated cunt up and down against his pressing leg, almost to the point where the black-haired man had thought, perhaps she wants me to fuck her with my knee.
Of course, she did want his cock, and her cunt had been most receptive.
But now, though he bit her nipple he same way, and had his leg pressed there, she was not getting any wetter. It was true, she was not in the best mood this evening, due to those two little bitches, and their mother, the queen bitch.
But Charles had thought for sure he'd talked her out of her anger. He had, enough to get her into some hot sweaty tongue kissing, and fingering. Her hands had moved down to his naked shaft, and she'd stroked it, aiming the head at her thigh so she could rub it there and feel his come drops.
She'd even pulled him on top of her, so his prick shaft rubbed against her cunt slit and his hairy chest pressed down against her nipples.
Everything seemed all right, until he moved to her tit, and realized to his surprise, she wasn't responding the way she usually did. Charles decided to kiss his wife on the lips again, hoping the kiss would make her forget.
"No, Charles," she said, turning her head, so his lips touched her cheek instead of making contact with her lips, the way he had planned.
He pressed his palms against the bed, and held his arms out straight, lifting his chest up off her tits. He could see them heaving up and down gently, and they did look quite exquisite. He looked down at her flat belly and her raised black mound, then at the head of his cock, which seemed to stare back at him, wondering, so?
He slid his cock back and forth, through her cunt hairs and over her belly. His balls made some contact with her wet cunt lips.
"I don't want to do anything but get out of here," she said to him.
"And where shall we go, luv?" he asked, in his clipped British tone.
"Anywhere. Anywhere, darling. Just away from Miss Prissass and her two bitches."
"And what would we use for references? You certainly can't believe that she would give us any references if we left her."
"We'll kill her before we go. The girls are too young. They wouldn't be asked for references. Then we can just say that our Master and Mistress passed on. We don't have to talk about what caused her demise."
She started to laugh a little bit, and he laughed with her. Actually, killing Elizabeth Bowden would certainly be reason for celebration. Charles wondered how many of the woman's friends would really give a damn.
Because Meg seemed to be in a good mood, he made it work for him.
"Darling, think about the way you would love to torture her. For your own pleasure and her own pain. Think about it and let it work for you."
She closed her eyes and smiled, a broad smile that almost went from ear to ear.
"What?" he asked, and she began to tell him.
"I'd like to tie her wrists, and pull them as far apart as I possibly could. I'd tie the end of each rope to one of the steel poles that holds in the cricket net. So she'd be in pain because of the stretching.
"Then I'd like to take a tight rope. No, two tight ropes. Tie one around each of her big tits, and tie the ends to two horses. Then kick both horses hard in the ass so that they both run in either direction, away from each other.
"Oh God, Charles, I'd like to hear that bitch scream in pain. I'd like to hear her screams building to a symphony. Yes, her tits would be pulled right off her hideous body, and she'd be perfectly tit-less."
"Oh, I like the sound of that, darling," he said to her, and he was rubbing his prick head near her cunt lips then.
Her cunt was much wetter than it had been a few minutes ago, and when he managed to get his cock head between her lips, he did like it.
He could hear her moaning softly, and he kissed her on he ear.
"Tell me more, darling," he said to her. "I want to hear more."
"Perhaps I'd make one of those bitches eat her out. Because I'd want both of her daughters there to watch her being brutalized. Both of them bound and stripped, just like dear mummykins! Perhaps I'd make Tina eat her. Perhaps even push that blonde-haired bitch's mouth to her Mummy's cunt and make her smother to death there.
"If not, a large dildo would do. Large enough to rip poor Elizabeth open, perhaps in half. And why not? She'd be much better split in half and dead. One doesn't want to go through ones life with tits that have been pulled off by wild horses."
"A dildo sounds nice, but it's too simple," he said to her.
"True. But not if it was being rammed up her asshole, darling. I bet Ms. Elizabeth Bowden has never felt a phallus up her ass. And just to make it more fun, as long as it isn't a real dick, why not set it on fire?"
"Ah, like a shish-kebob on a flaming stick?" he asked.
"Exactly. Only this phallus would have to be thicker than a skewer. Much thicker. So that it would burn her in two ways. Burn her from the fire and burn her while it spread her asshole wide open."
"Ah, there, you see?" he asked his wife, and he was able to slide his hard hot cock deep inside of her cunt. When she felt him starting to move, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him as tight as she could.
She kissed him on the lips, pulling his mouth toward hard, and she began to rock herself back and forth, getting into the feeling of the penetrating phallus.
Meg loved when he did things like this to her. He knew her quite well, better than anyone else in the world, and seeing as how that was the case, he knew that once a cock was inside of her, she got right into it.
She might not have been into it at first, but he'd made her talk about a fantasy, and now with his prick working, she needed no fantasy.
She could easily get into the reality of the moment.
She wrapped her legs around his ass and managed to massage his buttocks with her feet as he kept sliding his cock in and out of her. His sweat began to drip onto her body, and she slapped his buttocks gently when they got wet.
"Oh, Charles, you do know how to turn a girl on, don't you?"
"Only this girl, Meg, because this is the only girl in the world that I care to even try to turn on. I want you to remember that always."
"Oh, and I do," she said, and she began to get into the sliding feeling of her flesh against his flesh. She could feel their way their chests were so sweaty that their skin was sliding, and it was a nice feeling.
He started to lick her ear, a part of her body that did respond to tongue contact. She felt heat surge directly to her mind, where it counted more.
Then her brain channeled it out to the rest of her body, and the surging waves started in her cunt. Meg began to throb very hard around her beloved, and she felt him ease it all the way into her and hold himself there.
"Not yet," he said to her. "Tell me another one, darling."
"Oooh, you are a sly dog, Charles. But you know I love it. All right. Well, let's forget about her. Let's pretend she's out of the way, because she won't be around forever. Let me just think of those girls. The twins. Twins in every way. They look alike and they have that same snotty air their mother has."
"Well who do you think they learned it from?" Charles asked.
"Her, of course. Not him. Not the Master, may his soul rest in Heaven. He was a good man, with good values. Don't know why he married her."
"He loved her, of course," Charles said.
"Aye, that he did. And they say love is blind. In this case, the Master had no sight at all. I knew she was a bitch she second she stepped into the house. I knew what she would be like, and I was right. And when they were born, she turned them into younger versions of herself. I hate them."
"I know you do," Charles whispered, grinding his cock around inside of her cunt, to make a better pressing contact against her clit. "But what would you do to show the hate that you have for them."
"Tie them both, head to cunt, head to cunt. Make them both eat each other, not until either one was satisfied, but until I was satisfied. You know how much they would hate being bound. And hate going down on each other. I wonder if they even know that there is such a thing as a woman going down on a woman."
"Or a man going down on a man," Charles said.
"Or a man going down on a woman. I wonder if they're at all aware of the fact that there is a sexuality to human beings."
"Perhaps not. Not with Mummy around to teach them otherwise."
"You mean, to just never broach the subject? I imagine she wouldn't talk about it. But I'd teach them, the hard way. I'd make them eat each other, again and again, and if one or the other would pull her head back to complain, I'd use my leather whip. Perhaps, if one complained, I'd whip them both, to make one hate the other. It would become a test of strengths, but if one kept complaining and I whipped both, the other one would certainly start to hate.
"You do know what kind of whipping I mean, too, don't you, darling?" Meg asked, as she felt him starting to move in her again. "Not the priss-ass kind for fun, where the leather would kiss the flesh. No, not at all. I'd do it to cut into their flesh. I'd do it to make them bleed. God, I'd love to make them bleed."
Charles stopped moving for a few seconds, because he could feel Meg's already tight pussy starting to spasm around his cock, even harder.
She was getting off on her whip-yielding fantasy, and he certainly couldn't blame her for that. After all, he'd get off watching those two being brutalized, also.
He didn't move at all until her cunt stopped spasming, because he knew that if he did, he would come within a matter of seconds. He let her cunt spasm and massage his aroused cock, and she smiled at him.
"Always trying to make the fuck last as long as possible, aren't you?"
"Yes," he said, and she ran her tongue over her lips.
"Then I'd command you," she said. "I'd command you to fuck their asses. I'm sure that their asses would be real tight. They are tight-asses to begin with, but I'm just talking about the way they act. I'm sure that they really do have tight asses. And I'd want you to fuck them until they groaned with pain.
"But no, Charles, not to come. I would not want you to come in either one of them, or in her, Mummy, ever. Ever! Your come is much too precious to me, and I could not bear the thought of you giving any one of those three your precious drops."
He kissed her hard on the lips when she said that. Those were the kind of words that made his ego soar, that made his love for her stronger.
She would have gone with the kiss, but she was into her fantasy, and she slid her hands to his shoulders and pushed him back.
"No, wait. I'd like you to fuck them without grease, so that they would bleed, but could you? Could you do it, without hurting yourself, I mean?"
"I don't know, darling, but I would try it, just for you. I'd do it for as long as I could, if you'd want it. For you, anything."
"If not, we could always use the burning dildo that would have left its scar on Mummy."
She laughed again, and Charles was so glad that she was in a cheery mood now.
Even though they would soon be going to sleep, in order to wake up early the next morning and start their days work, at least she would go to sleep feeling good, and that meant a lot. He had read that if you went to sleep upset, you were more likely to get ulcers than if you went to sleep happy.
That was one reason why, whenever Ms. Elizabeth Bowden and her two daughters, Trish and Tina, left Meg feeling ill after a long days work, he always tried to cheer her up.
After all, Charles believed that you should never let a job affect you so much that it gave you ulcers. And perhaps Meg was right. Perhaps they should leave.
He tried not to think about it. He was too deep into the fuck. His cock was feeling wonderful, and listening to Meg giggling beneath him turned him on. He moved his lips back to hers and kissed her hard, then started to thrust himself in and out, faster and faster, his cock throbbing more with each stroke.
When he couldn't hold back any longer, he shot a thick load of come into her pussy.
He held himself deep inside of her, and felt her cum spasming around him as his cock shot more of his load in her.
She clung to him, digging her nails into his back a little bit, sliding her hands up and down to back to scratch him.
"Oh darling, this is fantastic," she was moaning. "This is so fantastic. I do love it immensely. It feels good when you come so deep in me."
She wrapped her legs tightly around his buttocks, and squeezed hard, to make sure that he did not try to pull back during those last few seconds.
And she made sure to hold him deep inside of her for as long as she possibly could, until his cock went limp, and it didn't seem to make a difference whether or not he was in her. She unlocked her legs, and let him roll off her.
When he opened his eyes and looked at her, he could see her licking her lips. She had her eyes closed, and as she began to dream peacefully, he was glad.
After all, they were working her because of him. Charles did feel somewhat responsible for this particular set-up, though he knew she couldn't blame him.
He had met Thomas Bowden when he'd been in the employ of Sir George Rogers, in England. Thomas was one of George's best American friends.
He was also quite impressed with Charles, as far as butlers went, and Charles took a deep liking to Mr. Bowden.
At the time, Charles had been engaged to Meg, and they were to be married soon. Mr. Bowden not only attended the ceremony, but gave them a lovely, generous gift. Then, less than a few weeks after Mr. Bowden left to go back to America, Sir George called Charles into his study to talk.
He told the handsome black-haired man that Mr. Bowden wanted to know if Charles would like to come and work for him in America. The only reason Sir George let Charles know was because he knew this deal was all in Charles' best interest.
Mr. Bowden was willing to pay a handsome sum, and it would be a chance for Charles and Meg to become American citizens, and see .America.
Charles was so thrilled that he agreed, before even talking to Meg. But once he told her, she was as thrilled as he was.
So the happy newly married couple flew to the U.S.A. to work for Mr. Thomas Bowden.
For the first year, everything was wonderful. The English couple had enough time off to see the country. Whenever Thomas was away from home, and that could be for weeks at a time, they were free to travel, as long as they made sure to get back to the house before Thomas did, so they could be there to serve him.
On one trip back, he arrived with Ms. Elizabeth Baulsy, a lovely blonde woman who certainly knew how to put on airs.
When Meg hugged Mr. Bowden and told him how good it was to have him home, she saw the smug look on his female companion's face, and as she walked away, heard the woman say, "Darling, you let a servant kiss you like that?"
Meg immediately told Charles that she hated the woman.
She did not live there at first, but she was Thomas's steady girl after he brought her home, and on the day that he announced to Meg and Charles that he and Elizabeth were going to be married, Meg told Charles, later that night, they should quit.
She told her husband that she would never be able to work for Elizabeth. She hated the woman's attitude. Elizabeth treated ther more like a slave than a servant, and in Meg's mind, there certainly was a difference.
Charles approached Mr. Bowden, and talked about his wife's apprehensions. He knew that Meg had always been sorry he did. Because she was embarrassed when Thomas took her aside and spoke to her, telling her that he knew his fiancee could be a royal bitch, but if she ever bothered Meg too much, Meg could come to him.
So they were married, and Elizabeth treated both servants like they were slaves. Her attitude was never any better than smug when it came to talking to Meg and Charles, but at least there was Thomas, who was still as kind as could be.
The marriage seemed like quite a happy one, and after a year, the twin girls were born. When they were young, Meg treated them more like a mother than Elizabeth did. The blonde woman was too prissy to want to change their diapers, and she didn't even like to pick them up when they were infants.
And when they were four, and old enough to understand, Elizabeth made sure that the girls realized Meg was only the serving girl, the maid, and she was their mother.
And seeing as how Meg as the maid, under their employ, she was to be treated as such. The girls did not understand at first.
But they began to pick up more and more of their mother's attributes, and the love Meg had for them as infants died completely when they grew into young girls, and was dead when they were young priss-ass ladies.
There had always been Thomas Bowden for encouragement, when Meg felt down. He liked her and Charles a great deal, and often spent time with them in their room, talking and laughing. If he was unhappy with Elizabeth, he never let them know.
The girls had just turned fourteen that year. A trip to Europe was being planned, and Meg had heard Thomas arguing with his wife. She didn't see any reason why they should bring, "the servants" along. "Let them stay here."
Thomas insisted that England was their home, and Meg and Charles certainly would want to go home to visit some relatives.
These arguments went on for days. Then one day, Elizabeth came to see Meg in the kitchen. Though she was in tears, and seemed to need comfort, when Meg tried to hold her and hug her, she pulled away, looking as if she'd been touched by scum.
For she had just learned that Thomas was killed in a car accident.
No one would be going to Europe. Instead, the family stayed home and the wife and daughters mourned for a respectable period of time.
During that mourning period, Meg often talked to Charles about leaving. With the Master gone, there was no reason to stay.
It would be intolerable to work for Elizabeth and the girls.
That was when Charles let her know he had no money. She was shocked, as they had been paid a good salary, and he was investing it. But he'd invested it in a few opportunities that had not come through, and though there was some money left, it was tied up in something, and he couldn't even get enough cash to buy two tickets home.
Now, a few months after his death, Charles knew that they would have to leave soon. He had been putting away money, but knew that all they had now was enough for plane fare, and no extra money to spend once they were home.
Perhaps, in time, he thought, they could leave Ms. Elizabeth Bowden and her two daughters. Let them search for other servants, he thought. Let them see how hard it is to get good help, and perhaps, once they know, they won't be so abusive.
These games, of having Meg fantasize about what she wanted to do to their Mistress and her children had happened often.
Meg's hatred toward the woman had channeled itself into a form of sadism, where the thought of beating the woman for revenge turned Meg on. And now that Charles knew it, he knew that he could continue to make it work for him.
As he closed his eyes and rested his head on the pillow, trying to drift off into sleep, her could hear his beloved wife mumbling. When he moved his head a little closer, he could hear what she was saying.
"That's right, Ms. Elizabeth, it's just a fantasy now, but one day, it's going to come true, you bitch. Yes, it will come true."
CHAPTER TWO
"She is very pretty," Meg heard Jeff say to Elizabeth, and she waited before closing the kitchen door to hear what the bitch had to say.
"Oh Jeff, really. Please, be honest. How could a servant possibly be beautiful?" As if that was not bad enough, she then turned to her girls. "Isn't that right, my lovelies? Don't you agree with your Mother?"
"Yes, Mummy," Trish said, and Meg didn't even wait for Tina to nod her head or say anything, because that cunt had them so brainwashed, of course Tina would agree.
She walked into the kitchen in a huff, and when Charles saw her, he knew that something was up. She told him about Elizabeth and what the woman had said, and he reminded her to think positively.
In this case, thinking positive involved thinking about something that would bring pain to their Mistress, extreme, severe, blood-letting pain.
In the last few weeks, Ms. Elizabeth had been spending a lot of time with Jeffrey Eastern, a handsome looking blond-haired man. This was the fifth time this week that Jeff had been invited to dinner. Just the other day, Charles had suggested to Meg that Jeff could be attracted to her.
"That could be why the bitch hates you so much. Remember how Thomas liked to talk with both of us, to get away from her. She was jealous of us then, and she's jealous of you now, because Jeff likes you."
Meg thought about that while she prepared the next course, and when the bell rang and she carried out the main meal, she did notice Jeff staring at her.
He even winked, after first making sure Elizabeth was not looking at her, and Meg acted as if she hadn't seen it. When she held the tray in front of the lady of the house, Elizabeth seemed to press the fork down harder than ever to get a piece of roast off, as if she was trying to pressure Meg herself.
The maid did think of "accidentally" letting the tray slip, right onto that haughty bitch's lap, but she didn't. She just continued to serve the others.
As soon as she left the dining room, Elizabeth made some other kind of crack, but Meg wasn't even there to hear it. She looked at her pretty young daughters, and kept on smiling, then looked at Jeff and licked her lips.
She hated having to sit so far away from him. Why, just the other night when they'd dined at the Plaza, in a secluded booth, his hand had slid up and down her thigh almost all evening, so that by the end of the night, she was, indeed, ready.
She had, at one point, slid her hand to his crotch, and felt the powerful bulge underneath his pants and underpants. The heat from his stiff prick had caused a further tingling sensation to run through her body.
They'd worked out their passions later that night, in his apartment.
Now, as she noticed the way her handsome young lover kept licking his lips, she could feel that pleasure surge in her cunt. She could feel a kind of wetness building up in her, making her whole body spin with pleasure.
But as long as she was in front of her daughters, her act remained prim and proper.
After dinner, the four people retired to the living room. Elizabeth insisted that Trish and Tine put on a small recital, with Tina on piano and Trish on violin, and she thought that her lovely young daughters played splendidly.
Then it was time for the girls to go up to bed, and she called for Meg to come and take the girls up. The girls did protest, and Meg could understand why. They were almost fourteen, and could certainly undress themselves.
But Mummy insisted that the maid help them, and even though Meg hated the girls as much as she knew they hated her, she had to take them up.
"Anything else, Miss?" Meg asked when she came back down, within the hour.
"No, Meg. You can go to sleep now. I'll see Jeff out myself."
And as Meg turned, she had to smile to herself. She was sure that the Mistress would not see Jeff out right away, at least not until after she'd seen him in. As in, into her hot steaming cunt, Meg thought.
There was a great deal of truth to that.
Elizabeth put on some slow music and dimmed the lights, then poured herself and her new young lover another drink. He offered her some cocaine, but wine was enough for her, so he tooted alone.
Then, as she sat on his lip, wiggling herself around to make his cock stir in his pants, he leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips. He drove his tongue between her open lips with a fiery passion, and he could feel her sucking on it.
She was wearing a long slinky gown, and he grabbed it near her hip and began to pull the slinky material up, slowly. Elizabeth loved the way the gown slid up her ankle, her knee, then her thigh, until it was bunched up near her hip.
She wore a pair of lace panties, and Jeff pressed his fingers right down against them, so hard, that he ripped through the lace while driving his finger into her cunt. She let out a gasping moan, and exclaimed, "My lace panties, Jeffrey."
"Oh, darlin, you know you could always buy a hundred million more pairs."
And as he started to kiss her more, he wiggled her clit back and forth with his fingers, and felt the way it stiffened. She started to get wetter as he wiggled it back and forth, and he could hear the way she was moaning softly.
Then he slid his other hand to the front of her gown, and cupped one of her large heaving tits, through the material. He could feel the impression of her nipple as it stiffened, for she wore no bra under this gown.
When she wiggled her ass more, she could feel his bulge throbbing a little bit, and Jeffrey knew that she liked the feeling.
"Get off my lap and why don't you suck my dick?" he said to her.
And because he did love to abuse her so much, and knew that she was so much in love with him that she let him, he held his legs out straight, forming a kind of sliding pond, and he heaved his groin up, so she went sliding down his legs.
He spread them wide so that she landed hard on her ass between them.
The loud thumping sound that he heard let him know it was a hard fall, and when she looked at him with a shocked expression, he just smiled.
He opened his suit pants and pulled his hard prick right out.
Jeff was a bit of a swinger, and often went to swing clubs where orgies would be going on everywhere. As a result, he had seen many hard cocks in his life, but never had he seen a cock as large as his own.
So, whenever a woman would exclaim that he was so large, and she had never seen one as big as his, he'd realize it was true. Elizabeth was in love with his prick, he knew, for she seemed to have a thing about huge cocks.
Though she was mad because of her fall, she was suddenly hypnotized by his prick.
He aimed it down at her, and slid his hand from the base to the head, so that he was squeezing a few come drops out of the slit.
She let out a low, soothing moan, then spread her lips wide and moved them to the head of his cock. As her lips and tongue were about to make contact, he pulled his shaft away from her, and moved his hand near her mouth.
"No, darling, you didn't say, may I?" he said to her, as he smiled slyly.
"Please, Jeffrey, I don't want to play that game right now."
"Well fuck you then. Since when have you decided on the game to be played. If you want my prick, you must ask for it."
"All right," she said, for her mouth was so close, and her nose was sniffing, so she was taking in the strong odor of man that emanated from him. That odor made her want him more and more. "May I, Jeffrey? May I?"
"May you, what?" he asked, to disturb her even more.
"May I please suck your wonderful prick?
May I please suck it?"
"I'll have to think about this for a second or two," he said to her, and he saw the frustration getting stronger. But of course, he did start to nod his head, and then he aimed his prick down at her mouth.
As she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the large prick head, she worked her tongue against the slit, and licked away the pre-come drops. Then she began to slide her mouth further down his shaft, toward the base.
He lifted his ass up off the seat he was sitting on for a second, so he could open his belt and his pants, then slide them all he way down. He made sure to pull his belt out of his pants loops, and then he wrapped it around her neck.
This did not bother her as much as it had the first time, when he'd done it and caught her off guard. It did bother her a little when she felt just how tight he pulled the belt, tight enough to almost choke her.
Once he had the belt around her neck, as a kind of leash,, and collar, he started to thrust his prick in and out of her mouth as hard as he could. He felt her hand move to his balls, and she cupped them gently.
"Now unzip your gown and slide out of it," he said. "I want to see you naked in front of me. Unzip your gown, bitch."
"But darling, I can't reach the zipper," she said, pulling her mouth away from his prick for a second. He laughed.
Then he slapped her face hard with his huge prick shaft, and told her to "try."
When she did, he loved it. She was trying to reach the zipper all the way near the back of her neck. He knew she could do it if she put her mind to it. After all, most women didn't have a maid to abuse. Most women who'd be putting on a gown, or any dress for that matter, which zipped up as high as this one, would end up pulling up the zipper on her own. And pulling it down on her own.
He did hear the sound of it being unzipped, as she kept on sucking his cock, and soon she was moving her arm around from another angle, to pull the zipper all the way down. She slid the dress down in front, pushing the sleeves down her arms.
He saw her large heaving tits, with their stiff red nipples, and he moved his hand to one of them and started to pinch it. As he did, he could hear her letting out a low groan. He felt his nipple throbbing back against his tight-gripping fingers, and he made sure to yank it and twist it as much as he could.
When he heard her gagging around his cock, he grabbed her hair, and made sure to hold her head down. He knew that deep down, he wouldn't have minded choking her to death on his prick, but then he'd have nothing.
As it stood, with her alive, Jeffrey had it pretty well, and would continue to be living well for s long as she did live.
Their relationship did involve his having to make love to her, which ws pleasant at the very most. The cocaine helped him get into it.
When he let her pull her mouth back to the head of his cock, he even decided to toot a little bit more, just to get himself higher.
The higher he got himself the more abusive he could be with her, and once when he'd been so abusive that he'd left scars, he had been able to blame it on the drug.
Of course, he knew he had very good control over the cocaine. She did not.
After he felt another buzz rushing through his mind, he started to thrust himself up and down as hard as he possibly could, and he could feel the way his prick began to throb in her mouth. Her tongue, and her lips, opening and closing around the shaft, were certainly turn-on enough to make him explode.
Jeff shot a thick load of come into her mouth, then pulled her head all the way down so he could shoot the next load into her throat. She started to gag and choke around it, but he really didn't care. He liked the feeling of his cock head throbbing in her throat, and if she didn't like it, fuck her.
He saw her sliding her hand down to her bared cunt, for after she'd slid her gown down her arms, it had slid by itself down the front of her body. She'd moved her hands to her torn lace panties and pushed them down to her knees.
He could see the way her cunt was getting wetter, while she choked around his prick, and he had to smile a little bit about that.
She started to wiggle her fingers faster. For a few seconds, her hand was a fleshy colored blur against her cunt lips which were a reddish colored blur.
He saw the way her whole body seemed to heave, breasts, shoulders, belly and crotch, and knew that she was bringing herself off to a good orgasm.
When he let her pull her mouth all the way back, after she had sucked all the come from his cock and he started to lose his erection, she stood up in front of him and kicked her gown and panties halfway across the room.
She began to climb up on the arms of the chair he was sitting on, in an obvious attempt to move her cunt to his mouth.
But Jeff turned his head to the side when she did that.
"Darling, you know I can't get into eating cunt when I'm not hard."
He pushed her back, so that, once again, she fell on her ass. This time, she fell on her naked ass, and though the carpeting was plush and soft, she still looked hurt.
"You treat me like shit," she said to him.
"You know you love it," he said right back, as he started to kick off the expensive Italian leather shoes she had bought for him.
Then he pulled off his socks, and pushed his pants all the way down.
"Now why don't you start to lick my toes. I like that, and if you can get my cock hard, then maybe I'll eat your cunt."
He didn't even wait for her to answer. He just lifted his foot and moved his toe to her mouth, pressing it right between her lips. It was his big toe, and he started to rub it over her tongue.
Within seconds, she was licking and sucking, not only that one big toe, but between his toes, and soon, all five of his toes, which he shoved between her lips.
He liked the way she looked, sitting up on her knees, her large tits heaving up and down, sucking harder and harder, while her fingers continued to play with her cunt. She was sliding at least three or four of her fingers in her pussy at a time.
He snorted some more coke, and thought about tugging on his dick.
After all, a little self-stimulation would have made him get harder, faster. But what the fuck? He was in no rush to get hard. He liked making her be a slave to his flesh, and didn't really care to eat her cunt at all, at least not tonight.
He was even slyly thinking about how, even after he got hard, he was not going to lick her pussy for her. He'd fuck it, because that was more or less what he was in the mood to do. And if she didn't like it, and wanted him to eat her before he fucked her, well, he could just get dressed and leave.
He could take the sporty little convertible she'd given to him as a present, and drive back into Manhattan and go to one of his orgy parties. He knew he'd even have a better time there, with many girls to chose from, and not just her.
When he thought about that he did feel the way his cock began to stir a little bit but he still didn't make a move to stroke himself.
"Yeah, now this foot," he said, as he pulled the one saliva wet foot out of her mouth, and slid his second one there.
"You do abuse me, don't you?" she asked him, and he nodded.
"And you do love it, don't you? Besides, you know you have to put up with it. Darling, you and I are bound together because of what we did, and we always will be."
Before she could say anything else, he rammed his second foot into her mouth, the five toes, all at once. He particularly loved it when he felt her thrusting her tongue between his toes, and licking the area between them.
But he also just got off on watching her suck his foot, so to speak. He felt as if it was some kind of humiliating put-down to have this haughty woman on her knees in front of him, with one of his feet halfway in her mouth.
Her body began to spasm again. He knew that she was going to come soon. She was using her fingers, playing her cunt, working faster. He knew that she was going to explode in a matter of seconds. He inhaled deeply and smelled the strong aroma of her cunt in the air, and that made his cock start to rise.
When she saw it happening, she continued to moan and suck his toes, but she did not work herself up to orgasm. Jeffrey had to smile. He knew what was going on in her head. He knew that she probably thought he was going to eat her now that he was getting hard again, so she stopped all of her own finger-play.
She stopped before reaching her peak, thinking he would do it for her.
When his huge pecker was standing up proudly in his lap again, she pulled her mouth away from his foot, and she stood up. She started to move back up on the arms of the comfortable chair where he was sitting, for a second time, but he turned his head when she tried to press her cunt to his face.
"Ugh, when did you clean your cunt out last?" he asked her.
"What do you mean, Jeffrey? I douched his morning when I got up."
"Well maybe you should do it twice a day. I can't be expected to put my nose near your foul-smelling cunt. Uch, take it away from me, Elizabeth."
"Oh, you're cruel," she said, as she almost burst into tears, and he was thinking, she didn't even know the half of it.
For she happened to smell fragrant and arousing. But he knew that the easiest way out of eating her this evening was to tell her she smelled foul. That way, he would not only be able to go without eating her, but he would also make her feel self-conscious.
So yes, he knew that he could really be cruel.
She moved toward the floor again, and lay down on her back, spreading her legs right in front of him. She began to slide her hands all over her body, plucking at her own stiff nipples and moving her other hand down to her cunt.
She did look quite ravishing, he thought. Physically, the woman was a beauty.
If only she could have been as beautiful inside, he thought to himself. Inside, he knew she was the cunt of all cunts. He had been around a lot of rich people in his life, but none had haughty airs like this cunt. None treated their servants with as snide and obnoxious an attitude as this bitch did.
"Fuck me, Jeffrey," she said to him. "Oh, I do want to be fucked, and I know that you want to do it. I just know it."
"It's true. But I wonder if I'd smell your foul cunt while fucking you."
"Oh no, you know that you wouldn't. I'm wearing that perfume you like on my neck and breasts, and you could smell it there. You could."
"Very well. Only I don't have as much energy as usual tonight."
"Take some more of your cocaine then," she said to him.
"Don't tell me what to do, you insufferable bitch," he said, putting on some anger only because he knew it would hurt her when he did it. "I don't want to do anymore."
He probably would have, had she not said it, but as soon as she mentioned it, there was reason enough not to bother. He got down off the chair he sat on and pulled off his shirt and tie, so he was totally naked.
Then he moved his cock right to her cunt, and that was really the first piece of flesh that made contact with her flesh.
He was halfway inside of her before he pressed the upper half of his body down on hers. Actually, it wasn't as much of a pressing as it was a smashing.
He pounded his chest down on her heaving tits and knocked all the air out of her, and didn't even wait for her to catch her breath. He just started to ram himself in and out of her as fast as he could then.
He made sure that his groin smashed against her thighs, hoping that he would leave them black and blue by the end of the fuck.
When she moved her lips to his to kiss him, it was fine. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, then decided to bite into it. He bit so hard, with every intention of causing her pain, and he felt the way she desperately, but unsuccessfully, tried to pull her tongue out of his mouth. She could not, until he let her.
He felt her cunt spasming rather hard, and because it felt good for him, he slowed down so he would not come. He knew she'd have a chance to come again because he was not going to come yet, but didn't care.
He only cared about his own pleasures-at least when he was with her. There was no reason not to be selfish with Elizabeth Bowden. She was one of the most selfish bitches he'd ever met, and as long as he had something she craved-his cock-he had something that he could be selfish about. So fuck her, he would often think, and he often did.
The next time he felt her starting to come, he began to thrust really hard, because he was hoping that he'd come before she did. His cock was throbbing, and he knew that it would not be long before he peaked.
When he began to explode, he wasn't really sure if she was coming yet. But he didn't care. He pressed his cock all the way into her, and kept his groin pressed down hard so that she couldn't even thrust herself up and down for more moving contact.
"Please," she groaned, as he felt her trying to move, so that she would be able to bring herself off to an orgasm as fast as she could.
But Jeffrey didn't let her. He shot load after load of his hot come into her cunt tunnel, as deep as he possibly could, and he felt his sweat pouring off onto her body. He did not stop pressing himself down so hard until after his cock started to go limp, so that she could not fuck her clit against it.
As he rolled off her, she slid her hand down to her cunt, and he watched as she masturbated herself to the climax she was on the verge of.
After her body heaved and she came, she caught her breath. Then she turned to him and spoke with more anger than she'd used all night.
"Sometimes I feel I should throw you out for good, you prick."
"Ah, you mention my prick. You would never throw me out because you've never had one as good, nor would you ever be able to find another one as good. Besides, you know that you can't throw me out, Elizabeth, darling. I would gladly risk going to prison if I knew you would be going there, too. And you know it was all your idea. I even have a few copies of our conversations on tape. I've labeled them, 'Miss Bowden's plans to do in her husband.' Catchy title, don't you think?"
"You prick. I hate you," she said.
"Be real, darling. You know that you love it."
CHAPTER THREE
"I'm calling them, "Miss Bowden's plans to do in her husband.' Catchy title, don't you think?" Meg played back on her tape recorder, and she looked at Charles, and the two of them started to smile.
"But I don't really understand," he said to his wife.
"I believe I do," she told him. "I believe I do understand, Charles, too well. I'm beginning to realize why Jeffrey's voice sounds familiar."
"Why?" he asked his wife, and she sat closer to him so she would whisper. She did not want anyone to overhear them, even though they slept in the bedroom behind the kitchen, and the Mistress and her two daughters slept upstairs.
"Thomas was killed in a car crash on his way home from picking up the Bentley. It was a head-on collision with a truck, so they never did inspect his car. It was too much of a wreck for them to even bother with it.
"But that morning, I'd called the garage to make sure the car was ready for him to pick up, and the voice I spoke to was Jeffrey's voice. If Miss Elizabeth was planning to do Thomas in, she was obviously working with him. I wouldn't be surprised if Thomas left the garage in a Bentley that had no breaks."
Meg was in tears as she was saying this, because she had loved their Master. She was not at all surprised when Charles began to cry, too. After all, they never would have been in America had it not been for Thomas' kind attitude toward Charles.
"What are we supposed to do?" Charles asked his wife.
"Make my fantasies come true, without having to worry about her firing us," she said. "It's quite simple."
And that day, Meg began to form her plan with her husband. Since Jeffrey was a cohort in this scheme, they decided he would come in handy. "Not to mention the fact that he has an enormous prick, Charles. I've seen it, and it is a most deadly weapon."
"Good," Charles said. "The idea of sticking it up the ass of either one of those girls does turn me off. They won't be clean, obviously."
"Then let dear old Jeff worry about it," Meg said, and that night, she and her husband made the most fabulous love ever.
In fact, during the next week, their lovemaking was stupendous. Charles no longer had to calm Meg down, because she was no longer getting upset about the way Elizabeth was treating her. She was letting those harsh obnoxious words go in one ear and come right back out the other, thinking of the day when they would strike.
It happened on a Wednesday evening. After a prim and proper dinner for four, (one murderous mechanic, one bitch and two little bitches, as Meg put it) Jeffrey and Elizabeth were in the living room having a few drinks.
Meg had purposely put sleeping pills in the girls' tea at the end of the meal, so that they would be in bed sleeping soundly at first.
Elizabeth was just coming on to Jeff, sitting on his lap and kissing him, when Meg walked into the room, her hand behind her back. She cleared her throat, and when Miss Elizabeth turned, she looked like she was already in a rage.
"How dare you walk in here like this," she started to say.
But before she could say anything more, Meg pulled out the pistol, and aimed it at the woman. At first, Elizabeth stood up and started to move near Meg, as if she was going to try to be a real heroine and grab the gun.
"I wouldn't if I were you, Ms. Bowden. Because I will kill you. And I'm sure I'd get away with it. You see, I have it on tape. I know that you and Jeffrey did something to kill Mr. Bowden. Tamper with the brakes, perhaps?"
When she started to shake, Elizabeth knew she had hit it right on the head. That was exactly what must have happened.
"What do you want?" she asked Meg. "What do you want from me?"
"I want you both to stand up and take off every stitch of clothing you have on. Now. I want to see you both naked in a few seconds."
Jeffrey was very obliging, obviously valuing his life more than Elizabeth did. He was naked in a matter of seconds, and as limp as he could be, from fear. When the Mistress was only half naked, Meg moved over and yanked on her dress, tearing it.
Elizabeth started to scream, but Meg held the gun to her temple.
"You don't know how much I would love to see your brains flying across the room, you bitch," Meg said to the woman. "So don't tempt me."
As soon as they were naked, Charles came into the living room. Ms. Bowden made an attempt to try and cover herself, but he just laughed. He walked behind her, and yanked both of her arms behind her back. He took a leather strap and bound her wrists together as tightly as he possibly could. She gasped when she felt herself being tied.
"It's bound or dead," Meg said to her. "I will give you a choice."
Then Charles did the same thing to Jeff, and hough he bound the man's hands securely to make sure he could not pull free, he didn't tie them as tight as Elizabeth's. They really had no arguments with Jeff, even though he had plotted to kill Thomas, also.
As soon as they were both bound, Meg moved behind them.
"Now start walking up the stairs," she said to both of them. "And don't call out to try and wake those two sleeping princesses, or you'll be a dead mother. We're on our way to their rooms, right now."
"Don't hurt my babies," Elizabeth pleaded with Meg.
"I don't plan to hurt them. I just want to give them a taste of reality, that's all. You certainly don't, so it's up to me."
When they were standing on the top floor, Elizabeth started to walk to Tina's room.
As soon as the four people was inside, Meg looked over at the sleeping girl. She was sleeping so soundly that she didn't even hear them come in.
Meg pulled the girls hands together and tied them tight with leather, then tied the end of the leather to the bedpost. Tina did begin to squirm around, and though she seemed to be trying to open her eyes, Meg knew that the sleeping pill was still working, and it was a strong one.
She gave the gun to Charles, and smiled at him, then kissed him on the lips.
"Darling, this is going to be wonderful," she said. "You watch them, and I'll go get that other little brat. Be back in a second."
She took a leather strap from her husband's coat pocket, then walked through the bathroom that was between the girls' bedrooms.
She looked back for a second, and noticed something she thought was terrific.
Jeffrey seemed to have his eyes on the young, sleeping Tina, and his cock was hard as a rock now, and bobbing up and down. Perhaps he had an idea of what was going to happen, how his cock was going to be used on these girls. Or maybe he just wanted to use the young girl he was looking at.
That was the first time it occurred to Meg that perhaps Jeffrey hated the woman and her children as much as she and Charles did.
When she walked into Trish's room, she saw the young girl sleeping quite soundly. She pulled her hands together and bound them as tight as she'd tied Tina's, then slapped Trish across the face as hard as she could.
"Wake up, you bitch," she said to the girl. "Wake up."
Trish was as drowsy as Tina, and seemed to be having trouble opening her eyes. She tried to, and even winced each time her face was slapped so hard. That was why Meg continued to slap her, getting much joy from it.
When she realized Trish was not going to get up, she pulled the girl to her feet and started to drag her along. She ended up pulling Trish by her bound arms, dragging her across the bathroom floor. As she pulled her into Tina's room, Charles helped her carry the young girl to the bed.
They tied Trish's arms to the post at the foot of the bed, so the girls were close to each other, head to toe. Meg had plans to force the girls to eat each other, but before she could do anything, she had to strip them.
She pulled a small razor from her blouse pocket, and started to rip the nightgowns right off the young girls, slicing the gowns off their bodies.
"My girls, what are you going to do to my girls," Elizabeth screamed.
"Oh Charles, shut that bitch up," Meg said.
Charles pushed her down on her knees, then turned Jeffrey around. The bound man seemed to know what to do, and even winked at Meg as he moved right in front of Elizabeth and rammed his cock between her lips. As Charles held the back of her head, Jeffrey began to fuck her face, harder than he really had to.
"As long as you don't whip me, I'll do what you want," he said to Meg.
"Obviously. But that does seem to be fair enough. If you want to know the truth, sir, I imagine I could get you to do what you want anyway. But that is fair."
She liked the way he looked naked, and liked it even more when his cock began to get wet with saliva. However, she continued to slice the night gowns off of the sleeping girls, until they were both naked.
Both of them had fine, young bodies. They were twins, identical, and even seemed to be developing at the same rate. Their tits were small and plump, with reddish nipples just like their mother had. Their cunts looked fine and ripe, with blonde fuzz that wasn't what one would think of as a grown-in patch.
Still, they looked hot, and as Meg looked at Tina, she slid her hand to the girl's cunt and started to rub it. When she felt the lips parting, she moved her fingers to the clit, and started to wiggle it back and forth.
Tina moaned and thrust herself a little bit. And Meg was sure then that this girl had masturbated a few times. She was getting into it much too easily for this to be something new to her. And her cunt was responding.
Tina's nipples perked right up, and Meg heard Jeffrey moan.
"Stop them, Charles," she said to her beloved. "Stop him. I don't want him to come in her mouth. She might like come, and if so, it's too good for her."
Charles didn't have to do a thing. Jeff stepped back on his own, and he looked at his saliva-drenched cock proudly, then up at Meg.
"And where do you want me now?" he asked, her very properly.
"Jeffrey, you're not going to cooperate with them, are you?" Elizabeth asked.
"Well I certainly don't want them to blow my brains out all over the room, you stupid bitch," he screamed at Elizabeth, and Meg loved it.
"He is the smarter of the two of you, Lizzie," she said, and she saw the way the woman cringed, being called that name, which she hated, and being called it by someone she'd always treated as the lowest slave.
And Meg told Jeffrey to get on the bed, and moved his cock to Tina's cunt. When Elizabeth screamed out no, Meg walked over to the woman and backhanded her across the face as hard as she possibly could.
Though she was fully dressed in her maid's uniform, the rush that went through her when she hit the woman was incredible. It was as good as any orgasmic peak she'd ever reached, and seeing as how that was the case, she did it again.
Elizabeth seemed to be trying to choke back tears. Her tits heaved up and down with anger, and shook a little because of the force of Meg's blows.
"I do wish you'd shut up, but then again, I don't," Meg said. "You see, I've been wanting to beat you for a long time. I love it. And each time you open that mouth I've learned to loathe, I'll hit you. I will hit you, with all my heart behind it."
Jeffrey was already getting on the bed, and Charles went over and spread the young girl's legs as wide as he could. He had never touched another man's cock before, but did so now, because he had to aim it at the girl's cunt lips.
To make it easier for Jeff to balance, because his hands were bound, Charles decided to stuff some pillows under the girl's lower back, raising her cunt and her ass up higher so that it was being brought to Jeffrey's prick.
Then, as soon as Charles directed it to the girl's cunt lips, Jeffrey thrust.
He thrust in as hard as he could, almost as if he knew she would have a hymen. She did, and that was when she opened her mouth and screamed out with pain. She looked up and first saw Jeffrey, then turned her head and saw her bound naked mother.
When she looked at Meg, she screamed.
"What are you doing in my room? How dare you come into my room?"
Meg slapped the girl across the face, as hard as she could. Before Tina could open her mouth to scream again, Meg held the gun to her temple.
"You see, little foul-mouthed bitch, you are not in control this evening. I am the Mistress tonight, and you are my slave. And as one of my slaves, you will be beaten for being such an obnoxious little cunt when you had control.
"Perhaps I should tell you something now, Tina. I should tell you what I know about your mother, and how your mother murdered your father. She arranged it so that the brakes of his car wouldn't work when he was bringing it home."
Meg glared at Elizabeth, for the blonde-haired woman knew this revelation was the most horrible thing ever. When she saw the blonde woman looking at her bound daughter, she looked there, too. Tina couldn't believe it.
"No. Mother, she is lying, isn't she?" Tina asked.
"Yes, yes, she is. I always told you she was a lying bitch," Elizabeth exploded.
Meg struck the woman across the cheek, with the gun this time.
"How dare you, you fucking bitch!" the black-haired British woman screamed. "I am telling the truth. You are the lying bitch. You are."
And though Elizabeth was still shaking her head back and forth, denying it as long as Tina was there, Meg heard a low male voice. "It's true, Tina. I helped her."
And it was not until Jeffrey spoke that Tina seemed to remember the man was there in the room, and inside of her. He started to thrust himself back and forth all over again, as hard as he possibly could.
She was suddenly once again aware of her aching cunt, and she began to cry and tried to pull away, but she could not.
Elizabeth was crying a little bit, but Meg didn't care. She pulled the woman by her hair, and pushed her face down to Trish's cunt.
"Lick this one and wake her up," she said to the woman.
"Never. Never. I'll never do anything like that."
"Oh, Lizzie, you don't know how much I was hoping you'd say that. And please, remember, I did warn you. Never lie and say I did not."
Meg held out her hand and Charles placed the leather handgrip of the whip right into her palm. She closed her fingers around it slowly, so that she would be gripping it tight, and as soon as she pulled it back, she cracked it right down.
She smashed it onto Elizabeth's back with a great deal of power.
In Meg's mind, it was as much power as one could muster up over a period of fourteen years, after having dreamed of revenge for that long.
That first blow, was blood-inducing. The leather crack even surprised the woman with the whip, who saw the leather drive its way into the skin, slicing a huge gaping hole before pulling back. And from that hole dripped Elizabeth's blood.
The woman opened her mouth to scream as she felt the stinging pain. Never in her life had anything hurt so much. She had been treated so well during the last few years that her skin was more frail and vulnerable than the skin of a working woman.
She felt the blood dripping from the wound and before Meg hit her again, she moved her mouth right down to Trish's cunt.
"Oh, too bad, Elizabeth. I wanted to do it again," Meg said, and she moved closer and looked at the way Elizabeth was eating the young girl. "And I will if you keep licking her that way. I want you to arouse her. Move your tongue into her pussy. Move it in and work over her clit.
"Surely you've had your prim and proper pussy plowed with a tongue, haven't you?" Meg asked, as she slid the whip handle down over the woman's buttocks, then rammed it right into her cunt, from behind. She started to twist it around. "You know what it's like to have your cunt eaten. Now eat like you love to be eaten."
And when Elizabeth slid her tongue into Trish's cunt, and started to lick her clit, the girl did respond. But her response even floored Meg.
"Oh, Tina," the young girl moaned, in her drugged state.
Meg looked at the young pained twin who was getting fucked, and though the pain was wracking its way through her body, Tina had heard that.
"No," she said, starting to shake her head. "No."
"A tongue in her cunt makes her moan your name. So how long have you been eating her cunt, Tina?" Meg asked. "How many years now?"
"Never," Tina said, and Meg moved to the other side of the bed.
She took the long lashing part of the leather whip, and started to wrap it around the small mound that was Tina's breast. She started to squeeze it tighter and tighter and she could see the way the leather was cutting into the girl.
Tina was gasping now, with even more pain, and Meg spoke with authority.
"I want the truth, little girl," she said to Tina. "Not some lie you'd say to save face with your Mom. But I want the truth, girl!"
"All right. All right. Yes," Tina screamed, because she felt like her tit was going to be squeezed right off, cut off by the leather.
Meg threw her head back and started to laugh as loud as she could.
"Oh, Charles, this is more fun than I ever thought it would be. I'm having the most marvelous time in my entire life."
"The most marvelous?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and thinking back to some truly lecherous fun they'd had. As if their minds worked on the same level, and they were even. remembering the same incidents, she smiled.
"Well, you know what I mean," she told him, and she looked back at the scene she had created, with four bound victims, only one of whom was quite willing.
Jeffrey was thrusting away, sliding his fat long prick in and out of Tina's pussy, while Tina squirmed with pain, which by this time was as much mental as it was physical. She had, after all, learned that her mother plotted her father's death. And she had just confessed to having licked Trish.
Then there was Elizabeth, the Queen Cunt, being forced to eat her daughter. She was not loving it, but she did not have a choice.
Trish did start to come to, and when she opened her eyes and saw what was going on, then realized that her hands were bound, she wanted to scream.
The two girls were able to look down at each other, and as Tina looked at her mother eating Trish, then looked at Trish, he said it.
"She knows about us, Trish. You moaned in your sleep. She knows."
"Oh God, Tina, oh God," Trish moaned, but Tina laughed.
"That's all right. What can she do? She murdered Father, you know."
"Oh, you disgusting wicked bitch," Trish said, and Meg knew that no pain could hurt Elizabeth as much as this pain from being scorned by her daughters.
They hated her now, with as much hate as anyone could have. And they hated her for a reason that Elizabeth could no longer correct. All the money in the world could not bring their beloved father back to them. They would always hate her.
"Now, Jeffrey, pull your cock out of her," Meg said, as she moved near the man and slid her hand to his chest. "Pull it out. Have you ever fucked an ass?"
"No," He said to Meg, as he winked. "But I'd sure like to try."
"Grease her ass, Charles, and I'll grease his prick," Meg said.
And the husband and wife worked liked the skilled team that they were. Meg had a can of grease, and Charles greased up a few fingers and began to slide them in and out of the young girl's tight asshole.
When he felt how much she squirmed because of his fingers, he knew she would probably scream bloody murder when they got Jeffrey into her asshole.
Meg greased up the man's cock, until it was as slippery as possibly.
Then she pulled the girl's legs up over her head, and aimed the man's prick at her asshole. She was resisting, but Jeffrey seemed to have a lot of drive. He wanted to get it in her, and he did, with one hard surging ram.
She did scream as loud as anyone had screamed that night.
Meg decided she didn't like the screaming sound. So once the girl's legs were lowered, she pulled Elizabeth away from one daughter's cunt, toward another daughter's mouth.
She told Elizabeth to sit on Tina's face, and when the woman refused at first, Meg got ready to whip her. Still feeling the pain from the first cutting bruise, the woman was cooperative, and sat before being struck again.
Tina didn't seem to want to lick her mother. Meg knew the girl was in great pain, but she did not care. She pulled her hair hard.
"I swear, I've wanted to pull your long golden locks out of your head so many times, that's how much I hate you. And now I will do it."
Tina did eventually shove her tongue out. She started to move it in and out of her mother's cunt, and Meg was surprised when the girl did not gag. She had licked Trish enough to have learned to love the taste of cunt.
Soon Elizabeth was thrusting herself back and forth, with some force behind it. And Jeffrey was still fucking nice and hard, fucking his first ass.
"You will be next, Missy," Meg said to the other girl. "Don't think I've forgotten about what a cunt you can be. I haven't."
She saw Trish start to shake when she was told she would be worked over the same way, and then Jeffrey began to moan hard.
He thrust himself in all the way, and Tina screamed into her mother's cunt as the man's cock stretched her asshole more. Then she felt his come shooting into her, and though the feeling of warm cream was soothing, it would have taken something else to remove the pain already burning in her.
When he pulled his cock out of Tina's asshole, Meg was happy to see that it was clean. She still pulled Elizabeth's mouth to his cock, and made the woman suck it, pointing out to the two girls that although their mother acted prim and proper all the time, she was not too prim and proper to suck a dick.
She was forced to suck him until the maid knew he would stay hard. Then they pulled him over between Trish's legs. Charles had already started to lubricate the other girl's asshole, and she was crying uncontrollably.
"Just prepare yourself for it, even if it's only a mental preparation," Meg said to the girl. "Because it's going to happen to you, no matter what."
"Please, Meg, I'll do anything for you," the girl said.
"There is nothing you can do for me that I can't do for myself, Trish. If you'd even shown me one bit of kindness during all the years I've taken care of you, then perhaps I could remember it and feel a softening of my heart.
"Yes, you were a beautiful baby, and treated me like a mother, until your wicked witch of a mother let you know I was only the maid. You were all too quick to pick up on her attitude and mannerisms. Both you and your sister will grow up to be quite beautiful, but only on the outside. I think it's too late for you to learn about love and compassion now. Your hearts are too cold."
Trish could not answer, and Meg knew it was because she spoke the truth.
When Jeffrey was positioned between her legs, and his cock was rubbing against her asshole, they told him to push his way in. He thrust upward, and Trish bit her lower lip very hard to keep from screaming. She could not stop the tears, however.
Jeffrey began to thrust his cock up and down, sliding it in and out of the bound girl's asshole with as much power and force as he could. There was a point when the girl had to open her mouth and scream, because there was more pain than she could handle. Meg made sure that Elizabeth watched it all.
And at one point, when Elizabeth turned to say something to Meg, she was whipped.
"I don't want to hear a word from you," Meg said, and the woman closed her mouth as tightly as she possibly could, to avoid being whipped again.
When Jeffrey began to throb really hard inside of the girl's asshole he grunted and groaned again, and the girl was screaming at a steady rate. He shot a thick load of come into the girl's asshole, and stayed in deep.
And as he started to pull himself back, Trish groaned.
"Oh God, I've made a mess all over the place," she said.
Meg began to smile slyly, and she looked at Elizabeth.
"Often was the time you came close to telling me my food tasted like shit. Well now, Miss Bitch, you'll really know what it tastes like."
She grabbed the woman by the hair and started to force her head toward Jeffrey's dirty dick, and when Meg saw how desperately the woman was trying to keep her mouth closed, she twisted and tugged at the hair.
That caused Elizabeth to scream, and Jeffrey's cock was thrust right between the woman's lips. Meg told her to suck.
She made sure to point out to the two girls what their mother was doing, so that if there was perhaps even the tiniest bit of respect for her still, even after they had learned about her involvement in their father's death, there would be none at all now. The three females were all crying however.
Meg stood by her husband as she watched Elizabeth, for the blonde woman knew that Meg was within whipping distance, and was ready to lash out the second Elizabeth pulled her mouth away from his cock. Meg wanted it perfectly clean.
She slid her hand to her husband's cock bulge, and was surprised.
"Charles, what's wrong? You don't even have an erection," Meg said.
"But darling, if you'd stick your hand in my pants, you'd see that it's rather sticky in there. You see, I've come in my pants about three times already. This is quite exciting, not only for you, but for me."
"I don't know how many times I've come, but this is better than all of those fantasies I've had. This is the most fabulous thing we've ever done."
They made Elizabeth lick the cock for another five minutes, and then they pulled her head away from Jeffrey, and threw her on the bed between her daughters.
"Come with us," Meg said to Jeffrey, as she held the gun on him.
He walked out of the room and stood in the hall, as Meg turned back to the woman.
"Now this is the last you'll see of Charles and myself, Lizzie. And you can call the police if you want to, but we'll be on our way to Europe. If we are stopped before we get there, because you want us arrested, I'm afraid I'd have to play my cassette to the police. The one where you and Jeffrey talked about plotting Thomas' death.
"I don't care if you go free for it. Your girls know, and they'll never let you forget that they know. I don't care about the rest of the world."
She slammed the door shut, leaving the three bound women inside.
Then she told Jeffrey to walk ahead of her. Charles had already started on his way down to the living room, and when they walked in, he was just finishing opening the safe. He pulled out thick wads of cash.
"What are you doing?" Jeffrey asked him. "Why, this is robbery!"
"Right-O," Charles said to him. "But let's call it bribery. I'm sure that Ms. Elizabeth might not even know the money is missing, if you don't tell her.
"And this will probably keep you from telling her," he went on, stuffing a few thousand dollar bills into Jeffrey's pants, which lay on the floor. The young man smiled, absolutely delighted with what Charles did. "And if she does discover that there is money missing, and decides to call the police...."
"We will not hesitate to turn you both in," Meg said. "So you see, Jeffrey, it's to your benefit to make sure that Elizabeth never says a word. Well now, please sit down here for a few minutes."
The pushed him onto the couch, and then the two of them disappeared. When they came back, within fifteen minutes, they were showered and dressed in new clothes. They were each carrying a suitcase. Charles went back to the money on the floor.
"I think five hundred thousand is enough," he said to his wife. "There's still a few million in here. We can do well in England on that."
"We'll get our self a small farm, Charles. We've worked for people so often that now we can work for ourselves, and make a farm work for us, too."
He smiled, and he kissed her hard on the lips. Then they turned to Jeffrey.
"Now, about you, sir," Charles said. "We are going to untie you. Believe me, we've thought a lot about this. You could decide to call the police right away, but I'm sure you won't. What we want is for you to stay here and have a few drinks, and relax. Then, in five hours, go upstairs and untie them. You can tell them that we had you tied down here, but that you got out of your bonds. Do you agree?"
Jeffrey nodded his head, but just in case, Charles pulled the phones out all over the house. They untied him, and then they left in a cab.
Jeffrey poured himself a stiff drink, and tooted a few blows of coke, and wondered how to keep himself entertained for the next few hours.
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SADISTIC JANITOR
CHAPTER ONE
"Come on, down here. Back here," Pam said, and she could feel the way Jay's hand was sweating in hers. It made her feel a little bit more relaxed, realizing that her boyfriend was as nervous as she was.
"Pam, it's dank and dusty down here. I don't really like it."
"But it's private," she said to him. "No one will ever find us."
She had searched high and low for the last few weeks, inspecting practically every single inch of their school, to find a place that would be completely private.
Pam had found a few spots in her junior high, but when she'd stay there for a couple of minutes, she'd hear voices, and realize that if voices could be heard by her, her voice would be heard by others passing by.
She had started to inspect the basement of the school just the other day, and had found that all the way in back, behind the boiler, there was this tiny alcove. Not only was it removed from everything else, but there was also a cot there.
When she'd told Jay about it, he asked her why there was a cot?
"It probably belongs to that nutty janitor," she had said to him.
"And what about him? Won't he be down there while we're there?"
"Jay, he has so much to keep him occupied when people are in school, that he won't be down there. Not unless the boiler breaks or something. I'm sure that he only keeps the cot there for those nights when he sleeps here."
But even so, the redheaded girl's brown-haired boyfriend still seemed a little bit wary about doing it down there, so she had spelled it out, plain and simple.
"Look, Jay, we can't go to your house or my house. My folks hate the fact that I'm seeing you, so we can't even run the risk of being seen outside of the school. I want to consummate what we have going, just like I know you do. So we have to do it in the school, and we have to do it there. If you don't want to fuck me, fine."
And when she put it to him that way, of course he was going to say yes.
So now they were in the basement of their high school, and she pulled out the small flashlight that she had taken with her. It was a tiny key-ring flashlight, but it gave off enough to light their way.
Pam walked behind the boiler, and pointed to the alcove. The cot was still there, and as she held out her hand she said, "Paradise, right?"
He nodded. He looked at his watch. They were both on their lunch break, fifty minutes, and it had only taken five to get here. They still had forty-five to go, but Jay had heard from his older brother that when sex was good, time flew fast.
He pulled her into the alcove, and the two of them started to kiss with the passion of two intense lovers. All they'd ever done thus far, during their relationship, was kiss, but they'd talked about going further.
Since they both planned it to happen now, and knew it would happen, it added an excitement and intensity to their kisses.
"I'm dying to suck your cock," she said to him. "But if I do, will you be able to get it up again to fuck me?"
"I'm sure of it," he moaned, as he pulled of his T-shirt.
He threw it on the end of the cot, then started to open his pants. She sat on the edge of the cot, and took over for him. She wanted to pull his zipper down and slide her hand into his open fly to feel his cock.
Instead, she ended up yanking his pants and his underpants down.
The flashlight was lying on the bed, and she picked it up and aimed it at his lovely hard prick, then let out a moan.
"I knew it was going to be big, like this," she said to him, and she slid her lips over and started to kiss his cock.
She moved her lips up and down along the underside of the shaft, flicking her tongue back and forth against it. She could feel a vein along the underside starting to throb quite hard, and she moaned as she felt it.
She licked her way down to his balls and inhaled, and he seemed to like the way she was getting into it. He slid his fingers around the base of his prick and pulled it back, then slapped it down on her cheek.
"Oh yeah," she moaned. "Yeah, yeah, keep doing that. Beat me with your dick."
He couldn't believe it. It sure as hell felt good to him, and as long as she didn't seem to mind, he figured he might as well keep doing it.
When she was ready, after letting the scent of his prick and balls, plus the feel of it, turn her on enough, she moved her mouth back and sucked the head of his prick between her lips. Then she started to slide her mouth down.
Jay couldn't believe it when her mouth didn't stop as his cock hit her throat, but kept right on going, so the head moved down there and her lips slid to the base of his joint, against his smelly hairs and his hot balls.
He moved his hands to the back of her head and held it, then started to thrust back and forth a little bit, slowly and steadily, kind of a throat-fucking, he thought. She kept inhaling and exhaling through her nose, and that seemed to keep her from choking around him. It was so wet and hot there.
He started to throb, and knew he needed some of that back and forth thrust motion to bring himself off, so he started.
When she slid her hand to the saliva coated base of his cock, Jay thought it was cheating a little bit, but she wasn't only sliding her hand with her lips. She was opening and closing her hand a little bit, simulating a kind of spasming.
He couldn't hold back another second. He let out a low pleasure groan as he started to come in her mouth, and she sucked all right.
Pam was so hot from this that she wanted to drain his prick of all its come. She wanted to make his the best orgasm he'd ever had. He'd been rough enough to kind of make it like a threat, and her pussy was steaming.
Sucking, she knew, would not only get all the come out right away and allow her to ram her mouth back down to get the head in her throat once more, but would also make the orgasm more intense, so he'd go limp.
Of course, she still wanted to get fucked. But while he was limp, she wanted him to eat her cunt and get her ready.
He could hardly stand when he came in her mouth, because she was so fucking hot, but he did hold on anyway, because the orgasm was great.
When his cock began to go limp, he closed his eyes and thought about something real hot. He thought of a hot gaping pussy slit, dripping with come.
And though he tried to stay with the fantasy to keep himself hard, his cock was on its way to limp-land and he knew there was no saving this erection. "I'm sorry baby," he started to say to her. "I wanted to stay hard."
Pam slid her mouth back, and then pulled her blouse up over her head. She was wearing a bra, but that was all right. She took it off, too, baring her large red nippled tits, which were hard as rocks.
"You can eat me in the meanwhile," she said to him, then lifted her ass up off the cot as she opened her pants and pushed them down.
She didn't waste any time. She slid her fingers into her panties and pushed them down with her pants, so that everything was off. She spread her legs, raising her knees, and told him, "Take a dive into the wild side."
Jay did, diving in head first, tongue splashing right into her cunt.
He pressed his lips against her cunt lips, and as he inhaled through his nose, he felt his head spinning. There was something arousing about her smell. He'd never been this close to a cunt. He'd only thought of the actual way that it looked.
Never of the taste, or of the smell. And he loved them both. It was a smell he was trying to keep around him for as long as he possibly could. A smell that was working through his brain, sending waves from the nose to the brain to the dick, because his once-limp pecker was almost fully hard again.
He inhaled and exhaled through his mouth and nose, alternating, because the inhaling mouth brought him some come. He felt a little bit stupid when she slid her finger down there and began to wiggle her clit back and forth, then told him what it was.
"Work this, baby. It's my clit, and that's what you gotta work to get me going."
He felt as if he should have known, but now that he did, there was no reason in the world not to give the little lady what she wanted.
He began to press his velvety wet tongue up against the clit, and he could feel it throbbing. He wiggled it back and forth, and then decided that if she really got into having this cute button worked over, he might as well give it some lip service, too.
He slid his tongue under the clit and pulled it out from between the cunt lips, then started to open and close his lips around it.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ, Lord help me," she moaned, as she felt her cunt reaching an incredible peak. She felt her head spinning around and around, and clung to the metal sides of the cot, gripping tight enough to make her knuckles go white.
Jay loved the way she reacted. He was so turned on by it that he was too scared to move his hand down to his cock. Just the slightest touch, he thought, and it was going to go off. When he did move his hand down to his prick, it was because he decided to twist the shaft and his balls, to bring himself some pain and turned himself off.
After all, if he came before getting into her, he might not get it up again.
Her hips began to rock back and forth at a nice steady motion, and his face stayed right there between them. He loved the feeling of her silky smooth thighs against his face cheeks, and loved the feeling of his nose rubbing through her pubic hairs.
He didn't even think about her tits, until he let his eyes wander upwards and got a look at those two small scoops of vanilla ice cream with red cherries on top. Between them he couW see her face, her sweet lips, and her eyes shut tight.
When she ran her tongue over her lips, he loved it. He could have come right then and there, but he did not. He twisted himself once more.
It was only when he had her begging for it that he decided it was time to slide his body up on top of hers, and give it to her.
He felt her fingers touch him, and she guided his head to her cunt lips, so he could slide himself right in. He pressed his sweaty chest down against her tits and felt the nipples throb against his skin.
Then he slammed himself down into her, and felt a kind of ripping. She groaned for a few seconds, and he pulled his body up.
"Hey, are you okay, baby?" he asked, and she began to smile.
"I wasn't right away, but now I am. You know, I was a virgin until a minute ago."
"Yeah," he said, and he moved his lips to hers and kissed her nice and hard, then started to thrust in and out of her.
He felt himself throbbing within seconds, and she told him to come, sliding her hands down to his buttocks and squeezing them. When he shot and tried to move all the way in, she kept pulling his ass up and down.
"Keep it working," she said to him, and as he did, he heard her moan and felt her cunt walls spasming around him. She got hotter inside, and he knew that she was coming while he was still pumping it into her.
All in all, they both knew, a most satisfying first fuck.
She had wads of tissues with her, and they wiped the blood off his cock and off her cunt. She really had come prepared. She stuffed a tampax up her twat and as she stood up, she started to smile at him.
"Just in case I bleed a little bit more. But you know something, right now I don't feel like I do when I have my period. I feel fabulous."
They dressed, then walked hand in hand back to the stairway, and started on their way upstairs, two teens feeling tremendous.
He slid around the boiler as he saw them coming, so they would not see him. As soon as he heard the door slam and knew they were gone, he muttered.
"Fucking kids. Fucking kids fucking in my fucking cot. Fucking disgusting fucking kids fucking there where I fucking sleep."
He moved toward the alcove where his cock was, and fell to his knees. He reached into his belt and pulled out the flashlight.
He aimed it at the wall, then down at the bed. There were a few drops of blood there, and it made him wince, and made him curse.
"Fucking kids don't even clean up their own fucking blood, fucking degenerate assholes are fucking disgusting. Fucking pigs."
Usually, he turned the flashlight off, but this time, to avoid the blood, he kept it on, though aimed indirectly. Then he leaned forward and moved his nose to the cot that he slept on, inhaling, taking in the fuck scent that lingered.
He felt his head spin, and his hand moved down to his work overalls.
He stood up higher on his knees, to straighten his legs, but still kept the upper half of his body bent over to sniff the cot. He reached into his overalls after opening the zipper, and pulled out his own prick, somewhat savagely.
He jerked his hand up and down as fast and as hard as he could, his intense fury building, higher and higher, his cock throbbing and getting ready to reach orgasm. He still cursed, constantly, and in a matter of seconds his come shot onto the cot. He did notice a wad mixing in with the blood, and it disgusted him.
And one day, he knew he'd get one of those fucking kids for being such fucking pigs.
CHAPTER TWO
It could not have been more than a few weeks later when he was down there cleaning up that he heard voices. Someone was coming down the stairs. He silently put the broom down and hid behind the boiler, prepared to move around it as they did, so he would stay hidden. There was something familiar about the voices.
"I can't wait. I'm ready to try everything now," one of them said.
"Good. But remember, you asked me. I don't want you to ever thing that I'm forcing you to do anything. You asked me. Remember."
"Oh, Helen, stop the bullshitting, and let's get it on."
When he saw the adorable redhead, he remember. She was the bitch whose blood had been on the cot last week. But she wasn't here with her same boyfriend. She was here with someone else. A black-haired girl!
Pam pulled Helen's hand, totally unaware that they were being watched. She turned on her tiny flashlight, and she aimed it at the cot.
"Ugh," the black-haired girl said. "Pam, this place is real gross."
"Don't worry. It's clean, Helen. Look, I even bought this."
She started to spray some Lysol onto the cot, and Helen laughed. As soon as Pam stopped and looked at her black-haired friend, she made the first move. She pressed her lips down against Helen's as hard as she could.
She drove her tongue into the girl's mouth, and hers were the hands that moved around Helen's ass, cupped the cheeks, and pulled her real close so that Helen was pressed right up against her, crotch to crotch contact.
They were both wearing pants that day, and as knees and legs began to move, soon it became pressing knee to crotch contact. Each girl was humping herself against the other's knee, and both of them loved it.
They were both strong enough to stay standing, because they loved it so much, even though Pam did think her knees were going to give out in a second.
When they both moved toward the cot, they didn't even think that only a few seconds ago, Helen was moaning about how disgusting it was.
They started to kiss again on the bed, only this time, hands moved to crotches.
Helen slid her hand to Pam's pants and began to open the snap, and the zipper, and then she slid her fingers right into the girl's pink panties.
She felt Pam's wet cunt lips and began to stroke them, sliding her fingers there only until the lips were wet. She waited for the lips to part, to invite her in, and when they did, her fingers found Pam's clit.
Pam began to thrust herself up and down against Helen's fingers.
She knew she was being disloyal to Jay, but fuck him, she thought. She was young and free and wanted to try everything. She loved sex with Jay, and knew she was at a stage in her life where she was easily influenced. It had occurred to her that if she kept fucking around with Jay everyday (and they had, though they were doing it in Jay's car now), she realized that if she kept up like that, she might become strictly heterosexual. That would be a real drag.
Pam had read some great things about women who were into everything, and she had always dreamed of being a completely sexually free woman. If that involved making it with another woman, fine. Pam was all ready and willing.
She moved her mouth down Helen's face, kissing her chin, nd then her neck. After all, Helen was doing such a good job fingering, Pam decided she'd start to do some oral stuff first. She thought it felt like Helen's skin was tingling as she ran her lips over the girl's neck. She did know Helene was loving it.
She started to open her friend's blouse, and when she did, she smiled.
"You didn't wear a bra today, Helen," Pam said to her.
"I know. Isn't it a shame? That says a lot for my tits. I don't wear a bra and no one even notices. You didn't notice until now."
"What the fuck? You got nice nipples," Pam said, and she moved her lips right down to one of Helen's stiff dark nipples. Before she started to suck it as well as she could, she said one more thing. "Besides, hon, you're young.
You'll grow up more and so will these tits of yours."
When she wrapped her lips around Helen's nipple, she could hear the way the black-haired girl began to moan. Helen ran her tongue over her lips, and Pam began to grind her teeth around the nipple a little, just to see how much Helen could take.
She did like it, but only up to a point, and she groaned when it hurt, so that Pam knew when to go back to her lips and tongue.
As she slid her mouth from one nipple to the other, her hand moved down Helen's belly. She thought she might as well get started opening Helen's pants, and even start to get her pussy wet before eating it.
She pulled at Helen's snap and zipper, then slid her hand into her friend's panties. Helen lifted her ass up, and with her one free hand (her other was still in Pam's panties, though as Pam was moving it was getting harder to keep it there) started to push her pants down.
When she did eventually pull her hand out of Pam's panties, it made it easier for her to push her pants and her own panties down.
As Pam kept sucking her nipple, she moved her fingers down to her cunt. Pam had never touched another girl's pussy before, but there was something hot about the way it felt. She slid her fingers right into Helen.
And if she had been thinking about getting her wet before eating her, Helen had already beat her to it. Without even playing with herself, but just by rubbing her legs together, Helen had gotten her own cunt wet.
So Pam's fingers slid in easily, and she began to wiggle Helen's clit back and forth. Helen felt as if she was going to come.
She thrust herself up and down, and her body seemed to shake with sensation. She had her eyes closed and a kind of glow came over her as she reached her peak. Pam kept right on wiggling her fingers as she kept sucking Helen's nipples.
Then she pulled her mouth away, and she moaned.
"I've gotta taste this," she said to Helen. "I've just gotta get a good taste of this cunt. Oh, baby, I wanna eat your cunt."
"Take off your pants and panties first, so I can eat yours. Sit on my goddamn face and then you can eat me. Come on, Pam, hurry."
"God, you're worse than Jay was," Pam said, and they both laughed.
She pushed her pants and panties all the way off, then moved one leg on the other side of Helen's face, and pressed her cunt down.
"Ah, what a delight," she heard Helen moan, and she felt the girl's tongue licking her thighs first, inches away from her cunt.
Helen was sending off a kind of heat that surged up to Pam's pussy anyway, and Pam loved it. She felt the girl's tongue soon licking her thigh flesh dripping with sweat and saliva. Then Helen moved her tongue between Pam's cunt lips.
The moment that she did, Pam moved her tongue into Helen's cunt.
She couldn't get over how terrific it tasted. She sucked the clit between her lips right away, and began to flick her tongue back and forth over the tip of it. She sucked hard and then opened her lips wider.
She felt Helen's cream surging into her mouth, and she hated to admit it to herself, but she liked this come better than Jay's.
Ah well, she thought. I still like Jay's, and that's all that counts.
She started to lick the dark black hairs near Helens cunt, and liked the flavor they left on her tongue. As she spread Helen's cunt lips with her fingers, she could see the little love button standing up.
"Hi, cutie," she said, before devouring it.
Helen felt Pam started to come in her mouth, and all she had to do was suck. She was able to rest her head on the cot because Pam was so eager, she was moving her pussy all by herself. Helen made sure to work over Pam's clit, as she had worked over a few cunts before. She'd done about three others.
When Pam had confessed to Helen, last week, that she'd made it with Jay, Pam had been in for quite a confession herself. Helen decided to tell her that she knew where her own head was at, even at such a young age.
She knew where it was at, and where she wanted it to be at, and that was between the legs of a hot dripping female. She liked cunt. She'd tried two cocks and disliked them both.
She fantasized about cunt, and she dreamed about cunt. Never was there a cock around, not near the female lips that licked the other cunt, nor near the cunt.
Pam had been surprised to hear Helen say, "I have absolutely no desire in the world to have a dick prodding around inside of me. Shit, who needs it?"
"I do," Pam had said, laughing. "I swear I do. But I'd also be curious to see what it's like with a girl. Yeah, I sure would."
It had taken many days before Pam decided she wanted it.
And Helen could tell that the girl was sure as hell getting off on it. She loved the way Pam was thrusting herself up and down like crazy, and she decided to try something that might hurt, but might feel good.
Helen slid a finger into Pam's pussy and got it real wet with juice.
Then she moved it to Helen's asshole, and because her nails were short enough and would not hurt, she began to massage her finger in.
"God, that's wonderful," Pam moaned, or at least that was what it sounded like to Helen. Pam moaned it into Helen's cunt and it didn't echo its way back out.
But Pam loved it, Helen knew. She could feel the way the girl was wiggling her hot ass around, and even trying to push herself back. She could feel the way Pam wanted that finger deeper and deeper in her asshole.
So she gave it to her, shoving it in as far as she could.
Suddenly, Pam's asshole began to spasm, and Helen could feel the way the girl's cunt was coming. The spasms of the cunt were working in relation to the spasms of the ass, and Pam could feel that happening, too.
"Ohh, yeah," she moaned as she rubbed her cheek against Helen's cunt.
This orgasm was too good to be believed, she knew, and she didn't want to have to exert herself at all, in any way, while it was happening. She liked liking Helen, but it did take work. A cheek rubbing would be fine, Pam knew. She'd get herself right back into licking after this orgasm.
Helen even realized that was what was happening, and didn't mind the feeling of her friend's soft face cheek against her cunt lips.
This was feeling too fucking good. She was getting off on Pam's getting off, so the more intense she made it for Pam, the more intense she would feel.
She could hear the way Pam started to gasp for breath, and she sucked load after load of cream out of the girl's cunt.
She couldn't even suck it all down, there was so much, and she found that a lot of it was dripping down her face cheeks. At that moment, Helen did think of the janitor for a second. She knew what the seedy, hulking man looked like, and realized that this was his cot. They were getting come all over it.
But then she thought, ah, he'll never know it was us. Never.
Just as she thought that, she heard a male voice. Or at least she thought that she did. Pam pulled her head away from Helen's cunt, and Helen suddenly felt the girl's asshole tighten with fear, almost breaking off her still probing finger.
"Loosen up," Helen screamed, and she smashed her palm down on Pam's ass."
It took a few more seconds before Pam loosened her asshole and Helen pulled her finger out, and by that time, Helen heard the man's voice for sure.
"That's right, don't move, or I'm gonna kill ya both," it was saying, and when Pam pulled off of Helen, she saw the janitor.
He was holding a huge knife, and though she thought she could try to jump him, he was something of a hulk of a man. She knew he could break her bones.
"Here, take this," he said, throwing a rope to Pam. "Take it. And tie that bitch up. You, bitch. Get over here and put your hands up here."
He was standing near an overhead water pipe. Helen walked over, her naked body trembling. He pulled a ladder there, and told Pam to climb on. Then, as Helen held her hands above the pipe, he made sure Pam tied them together, good and tight.
When he had to press the knife against her ass for a second, because he thought that she was purposely leaving the rope loose, she did pull it tight, so Helen let out a groan. Then he licked her ass, and Pam started to shake.
After she finished tying Helen, he told her to get off the ladder. Then he told her to pull her hands up, too, facing her friend.
When Pam did, she felt him tying her hands together with a piece of thick cord.
"You fucking pig bitch! You fucking left fucking blood all over my cot. I fucking sleep there fucking pig bitch, you fucking don't care."
"I'm sorry," Pam said, as she started to shake and cry. I'm sorry."
"You're gonna be," he said, as he laughed with glee.
Both girls were crying hysterically as he walked toward the alcove and picked up the two pairs of panties there. He went back and stuffed one pair into each girl's mouth, then took some tape put it around their mouths to hold the panties in.
"Be back later, after school closes for the day, fucking pig bitches," he was mumbling. "Gonna play after school today. Gonna have fun."
CHAPTER THREE
And all they could do was wait. Helen's eyes were bulging out of her head with fear, because the man was something of a monster. The only saving grace about being down there naked was that at least it wasn't cold.
The floor felt damp, and at one point, in the darkness, Helen thought she heard a squeaking sound, and it scared the shit out of her.
She was sure that there were mice in this hideous basement, and suddenly, she was sorry she had ever let Pam talk her into coming down there.
She should have followed her instincts and left when she got a look at how cruddy the cot was. She should have turned around and left then.
Pam, on the other hand, was trying to control her fear. Fear, she had read somewhere or other, made you tense, and tension could make it hard to get aroused.
There was no doubt in the redhead's mind that this janitor was going to try and fuck her. She was trying to psyche herself up into being receptive of his dick, because she knew that the more receptive she'd be, the easier it'd be to handle.
Besides, she kept telling herself, I want to try every thing. I wanted to eat a cunt and I loved it. And this will be my exercise in bondage. The less resistance the less pain. The less resistance, the less pain.
She kept saying it over and over again in her head, because she knew it was going to happen. The only signal that they had as to time was the school buzzer, and when there suddenly seemed to be a stomping of feet over head, they knew.
It was the end of the day. Soon all the kids would be gone.
Then all the teachers would be gone. And then he would be down there.
She started to count to relax herself and was up to five thousand fifty three when she heard the door from upstairs opening.
She heard him walk down, and even from the sound of his footsteps, he sounded like a huge, pounding man. As he came down, he stared at them.
"Fucking locked the door from upstairs," he said. "No one's fucking down here no more today except for me. Fucking got two cunts."
He was rubbing his crotch, and as she looked at Helen and saw the way her friend started to shake, she remained calm.
He looked like a pathetic little boy, she thought, and she felt more sorry for him than anything else. As he turned a flashlight on so he could see them better, she noticed that he was rubbing his crotch.
He moved right over and pulled the tape off their mouths. They both spit their panties out, and Helen began to scream.
The janitor slapped her hard, and she screamed again.
"Shut up, Helen," Pam said. "Shut your fucking mouth, right this second."
"Ah, you ain't fucking scared, huh?" he asked Pam, as he whirled to face her.
"Of course I'm scared. But I'm trying to stay a little bit calm. I'm sorry that I left blood on your cot, and you have every right to do this. You have ever right to want to rape me if you do have that in mind."
"Fucking nice bitch," he said, as he moved behind her. He slapped her ass and she did let out a groan as her flesh started to shake. Then he moved between them and pulled his zipper down, and pulled his cock out. "Fucking big prick."
It did look somewhat enormous, Pam noticed, and she saw the way that Helen started to shake. Helen, after all, did not want a cock. Pam knew as much.
He moved behind Pam and started to rub his prick against her buttocks. Helen looked at her with some pity, but Pam began to move her lips.
"Don't pity me," she said to her friend. "I'm trying to play his game so that he'll fuck himself out on me, and not you. Try not to be so scared. And don't you open your fucking mouth and scream, no matter what."
And suddenly, it was Pam who opened her fucking mouth and screamed.
He aimed his cock down and moved it to her cunt lips, then thrust himself upwards. She was still pretty wet, and sticky inside, but his cock was so thick that she felt it spreading her like crazy. He slid his fingers around to her cunt and began to wiggle her clit back and forth like crazy.
And it was almost like he was holding her entire body, and sliding her whole body up and down on his, so that he was making her ride his prick. She could feel the way his fingers did make her cunt start to tingle.
Her clit was stiff and it started to throb. When that happened, her pussy got wetter and spasmed real hard around his fat prick.
Then he started to throb, and she could hear him groaning.
"Fucking good tight cunt," he sad to her. "Like a fucking tight cunt. Fucking good fucking tight fucking cunt. Love it."
And Pam began to think as she looked into Helen's eyes. She knew she could probably keep m inside of her for a long time, maybe even for another ride. Because deep down, she didn't mind his prick in her that much.
As long as he kept on playing with her clit like that, she thought she could have him go for another round. His cock was about to explode in her pussy, and she knew she'd have that thick load of cream for lubrication.
"Start to try and loosen your cunt muscles," Pam began to whisper to Helen. "Start to try and make them as loose as you can. Concentrate on it, Helen. Concentrate on doing that, otherwise he'll fuck you. Concentrate."
And Helene was able to read her friend's lips, and she tried to do it.
Just then, he started to grunt and groan and Pam moaned real loud. Part of it was put on and part of it was real. Because she was starting to come now, just as she felt his cream surging right into her pussy.
"Holy fucking shit," she said. "Mr. Janitor, you sure are a good fuck. Stay in me, man, stay in me. I wanna feel more."
"Fucking hot cunt, fucking spasms," he was moaning, and she felt his lips move to her ear, and that felt real nice too.
He started to suck her earlobe between his lips, and then he flicked his tongue back and forth against her ear. The heat that surged through her body was quite intense, and her knees went weak. She did lean back against him for support.
She was a little surprised at how he reacted after he came. She started to ease himself back a little bit, but he didn't pull back all the way. He thrust himself in and out of her gently, and then he pulled all the way back.
He started to move behind Helen, and that was when Pam spoke.
"Helen, Jay told me that when he fucked you, your cunt was like the goddamn Lincoln Tunnel. I didn't want to tell you, but he said as a fuck you're strictly fifth rate."
"Huh? Jay and I...." Helen started to say, but Pam interrupted.
"You're a real bitch, you know that? You steal my fucking boyfriend away from me and then you deny it? I know you're spread like a fucking tunnel. I could've had my whole fist in there if I really wanted it."
He started to rub Helen's cunt, and Helen seemed to understand what Pam was getting at She seemed to understand that if she could play it real loose, he wouldn't fuck her.
"Fucking bitch is loose," he moaned. "Fucking loose cunt can't even fucking be felt. Don't wanna fuck this cunt"
"Make her eat me as you fuck me," Pam moaned to him. "I wanna feel your hot rod in me again, but make that bitch eat me."
He untied Helen's hands so she could pull them down, then pulled them behind her back and tied them again. He pushed her forward.
"Fucking eat cunt, fucking bitch," he said to her.
And Pam felt Helen do what she liked to do best. She started to suck on her clit and she did a real good hot job. She kept right on licking, wiggling the clit back and forth as gently as she possibly could.
Then he entered Pam from behind again, sliding his cock right back to her cunt lips from behind, and easing himself in. Helen seemed like she was going to pull her mouth away, but Pam told her to keep on licking.
"Lick his dick, too," Pam said. "Lick his fucking hot prick, Helen. He deserves it. You messed up his cot today too. You got your come all over it."
And as Helen ran her tongue up and down along the underside of his prick, she didn't really mind the way it tasted that much. At least he was thrusting it into Pam's cunt and not down her throat.
She knew she would not have been able to bear if it he stuffed it down her throat.
His cock began to throb again, real hard, and Pam did love the way that it felt. She could hear him groaning really loud, and then she felt the come pouring into her pussy. She felt his hands moving to her tits.
He started to pinch her nipples and her whole body surged with flaming passion. She kept runing her tongue over her lips, her chin dripping with her own spittle, spit that just would not stop, and she loved it.
When she felt him stop moving, she turned her head a little.
"Shit man, what a fucking good fuck. I don't know that the hell I've been doing messing around with a boy my own age when I've got a good man down here who is so much fucking better. A hard man is sure as shit good to find."
"Yeah, fucking hot pussy," he was moaning, as Pam kept spasming around him. "Don't seem to fucking want to stop," he said.
And it wasn't until he went limp that he pulled out that time. Helen stood up and looked at Pam, and she looked terrific.
Her body was almost as red as her hair. It was obvious her orgasms were not faked.
He looked at the two girls, almost as if he was in some kind of a daze, and Pam could tell that. It was almost as if he'd been in a sexual rage, when he caught them and when he tied them up, and probably all day until he came back down.
It had continued through one orgasm, and then until this second one.
For now, he looked at them, almost as if he wondered what was going on.
He started to untie Pam, and he untied Helen, too.
"Girls, who did this to you?" he asked, and Helen began to laugh.
"Come off it, man, what the hell are you trying to pull?"
"Helen, shut up and get dressed," Pam said to her. "Now. Get dressed and get out of here right now. Hurry up. Shut up."
Helen didn't know what Pam was doing. She did see her friend walking toward him.
"You really don't remember, do you?" she asked him.
"Some of it, but not all of it," he said. "I remember being in your pussy and I was so enraged that I wanted to kill you."
"Oh yeah? Well you were one hot fuck, man, let me tell you. I've never had it so good. How can I get you worked up like that again?"
She slid her hand to his prick and began to massage it. Even limp she thought it was quite a huge cock, and she started to think about something else.
There was no doubt in her mind that this man was a little nuts. Maybe he was a schizo or something. She didn't know or care. She just knew that God hadn't been all that bad to this man. Instead of a large brain He'd given the man a huge dick.
Yeah, the Lord could be pretty fair she thought.
She smelled a strong odor of sex on him, and started to wonder if he'd like to explore the leather scene with her. Why, his rage really turned her on, and her ass felt almost as if it wanted to feel some leather cracking right on it. It sure did.
