Archival Note: The last page of the paperback I scanned this from was missing. I've not been able to locate another copy. I've been 'creative' in ending this e-Book. Without this little note, or someone actually having the real paperback, it's most probable that nobody would even notice. Just putting this in here to be 100% up front.
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CHAPTER ONE
It was just after four in the afternoon when Christine Byloe's personal telephone in her bedroom rang. Since her young governess, Nancy Cooper, had just released her from a class, she happened to be in the room when it softly buzzed. She was sure that it was John, calling to tell her he couldn't come over to play tennis this afternoon, not that he ever did. It was just that she had told him that he ought to do that once in awhile. Here he was trying to court her and behaving like a love-sick puppy dog all the time. She broke off the tennis game with him all the time, and she kept telling him that she would be far more interested in him if he were harder to get. But he had no ears for logic, she sighed as she picked up the receiver. Maybe this time...
"Hello," she said in the new sultry voice she was practicing. After all, she was sixteen now and Randolph Byloe's granddaughter. She had every intention of following in her famous grandfather's footsteps, too. She doubted that it was possible to be a greater stage and screen star than Randolph Byloe was, but she would be as great, certainly. At sixteen, she was generously on her way to having all the lush proportions of a true sex queen, and she had inherited, thank God!, her grandfather's formerly thick curly chestnut hair and his slightly oriental looking emerald eyes.
"Hi, Chris. This is Jamie," her young half-brother announced unnecessarily in a strange nervous-sounding voice.
"Oh, God, Jamie, I know your voice by now!" she exclaimed, forgetting to be sultry for a moment. God, his voice sure sounded funny, kind of tight and strained. She was crazy about Jamie. He was the only real stable element in her life outside of money. Her mother ... she should say 'their' mother ... was always busy getting married or unmarried. The discarded husbands rarely came around. Her own father was busy trying to escape everyone's disappointment in him because he was Randolph Byloe, Jr., with the same handsome looks but without the interest in acting that his father had. Her grandfather, not Jamie's at all, gave only perfunctory recognition and money to his grandchildren. Grandchildren embarrassed him. Since his son had no intention of carrying on the Randolph Byloe image, the original felt obligated to carry it as long as he could by himself. For this reason, he dyed his hair the old chestnut, against the studio's advice, and avoided his progeny. Christine's mother thought the old man looked silly, but Christine disagreed. With an occasional face-lift to go with it, he looked pretty good, the girl thought.
She sighed deeply as the boy on the other end of the line didn't seem inclined to say anything more. Eight year old boys were so silly! "What's wrong, Jamie? Why are you calling me?" she asked.
"I ... I've got to talk to you, Chris," he stuttered.
"Well, here I am," she said, trying riot to sound exasperated. After all, he was only eight years old and all she really felt she had!
"Not on the phone," he almost whispered.
She worried about the way he sounded. God, what had he done that could possibly be that wrong? "Are you in your bedroom?" she asked, at the same time wondering why he just didn't ask to come to her room or ask her to come to his."
"No," he said then paused. "I'm ... I'm at Leimert Boulevard and Crenshaw."
Her jaw dropped silently. What was he doing so far from Beverly Hills? He knew how dangerous it was to get so far from home. Of course, being a Hanson instead of a Byloe, he didn't have as much to fear as she did! "My God!" she exclaimed with true dramatic relish. "How did you get there?"
"I ... I ran away," he said, still sounding funny. Then he spoke right up. "I need you to come get me."
"Way out there? I'm not supposed to drive out of the hills, Jamie, you know that. I can send a car."
"No!" he stated with a touch of fear in his voice. "No, Chris, no one must know. Believe me," he was starting to whine.
"It can't be that important!" his sister said but without certainty. Yet she couldn't imagine who would punish him for such an excursion. Now, if she pulled something like that, her grandfather would have plenty to say since it would be sure to get in the papers and reflect on his age, but Jamie's father was a real estate agent, or he was the last time they saw him. Or was that Jamie's father? Anyway, she started to speak again when she thought she heard Jamie whispering to someone.
"Do you have someone with you, Jamie? Are you all right?"
"Yeah," he returned to the telephone, "but I had to borrow a dime. When you come for me, bring a dime, will you?"
Christine sighed as heavily as she could into the receiver. "Okay," she said wearily. "If you want me to come, I'll come, but you be standing right on the corner, ready to hop into the car," she told him sternly.
"Y ... yes ... I ... okay, thanks a lot, Chris," he finished.
"Where are you?" she asked to be sure she recalled correctly.
"Leimert and Crenshaw."
"Okay, bye, bye!"
The eight year old boy replaced the phone on its hook. His hands were sweating and he had all he could do to keep his legs from buckling underneath him. The redheaded man they called Charlie was standing in the door of the pay phone booth.
"You did just fine, brat. Just fine!"
Then the burly man stepped back and motioned for the frightened boy to get back into the black Ford parked nearby. As Jamie stumbled toward the rear door of the battered-looking car, it was opened by Frank, a man whose small head was cropped of almost all of its hair so there was no telling the color. Frank pulled Jamie in by the arm and ordered,
"Now just sit quiet, kid, and nothing more'll happen to you!"
Vincent, the driver in the front scat turned around and asked lewdly, "Hey, kid, is your sister really dark all over, including her snatch, or does she dye her hair, too?"
Jamie hadn't the vaguest idea what he was talking about. He didn't know what a snatch was, but he guessed it was a hair piece.
"Y ... yea" he said meekly.
"Oh, you know, do you?" Vincent said then, and all three of the men laughed. Jamie had no energy left to bother trying to make sense out of them.
Frank hit him hard in the ribs. "Answer him, kid!" he shouted even though he seemed ready to laugh again.
"Y ... yes," the boy gasped again, hoping this was the answer they wanted. He held his punished sides and tried to keep from crying. He had been through a lot, and all because Christine had to go and be Randolph Byloe's granddaughter! Actually his mental anguish was greater than his physical pain, however. He had made that phone call to Christine, luring her into the hands of these three men because he didn't want to be beaten any more. Oh, he had tried to hold out. Christine had always been more like a mother to him than their mother was. He really loved her very much, and now his heart was aching to think of what he had done. But what else could he do? He had never been hit before until these three hoodlums had pounced on him right outside their own grounds! He had lied when he said he had run away. These men had taken him away with a gun.
He had refused to call Chris. He said first that she was having class with her governess, and then he said he didn't know her number, which had been a silly thing to say, but it was hard to think when you were being hit really hard in your stomach. He had even thrown up at one point! Finally, another pummeling, more vicious than the first, had made him cave in, agree to call her in exchange for a promise that they would stop beating him. God, how he hated himself for it, hated it that he couldn't stand up to them. He was nobody! A real nobody, that's what he was! But they are grown men, he consoled himself. 'With two of them holding me while the other hit me, what could I do?'
Jamie Hanson didn't know who the men were. He only knew they were hoodlums out to kidnap his sister and there was nothing he could do. If only something crazy would happen and Chris would send the police! He hoped the men wouldn't shoot him if the police came! Noooooo, they wouldn't commit a murder for nothing, he reasoned, but he was not entirely sure. The redhead, Charlie, was sure a big man, the boy thought shivering. Frank, who sat beside the boy in the back seat, was more of an average build. He had a small head that sat on his lanky frame like a fuzzy egg. He had innocent-looking brown eyes although Jamie wasn't fooled by that! He had seen the meanness in all of these men. They all sneered and laughed together, and not one of them had seemed sorry about his pain.
One thing was for sure, the images of these three, hard men were etched into his memory forever, he wished he was better at drawing, yet he was sure he could sketch them, identifying them to the police ... if he ever got a chance! Idly, he wondered why they didn't wear masks or something. He had always thought that kidnappers had to wear masks. His fear of them was too great to think, though, and he knew he wasn't thinking straight. He only wished he hadn't broken down like a blubbering baby and told them he would call Chris and get her to come! God! His sister didn't stand a chance with these thugs! They'd grab her and beat her up or maybe even shoot her if she didn't cooperate!
Spotting Jamie standing on the corner of Leimert and Crenshaw and on the right side of the street, too, reassured Christine Byloe and she braked to a stop beside him. Her brother's face, drawn and puffy-eyed and tear-stained, appeared at the right hand window as she rolled the glass down.
In a choked voice, he cried, blubbering again, "I ... I had to do it, Christine! I had to do it! Forgive me, but they beat me up!"
"Do what? Wh ... what? Wh ... who?" the petrified girl stammered, her green eyes now diverted to the huge figure she had sensed moving up quickly along the left side of her Porsche. Suddenly his freckled hand shot inside to clamp tightly over her mouth.
"Don't scream, and don't try to get away from us," he growled threateningly into her ear. Then she saw the flash of a gun beside Jamie. A sandy-haired man with long, unkempt hair and silver running through it, was brandishing the weapon while holding the lapel of his threadbare gray jacket out to conceal it from any onlookers. They need not have worried about Christine's getting away or calling out. The young girl had turned to absolute stone. It felt to her as though any minute now, she was going to stop breathing!
The big redheaded man let go of her mouth once he realized that she had seen Vince's gun.
"No funny stuff," he muttered and dragged her out of her car as unobtrusively as possible. She had a lot of trouble walking, but he finally steered her successfully into the back seat of the old Ford.
Jamie was now forced to sit in the front seat beside Vincent, who produced a heavy, leather thong front his pocket with which he bound the boy's hands tightly, then tied the loose ends to his belt. "Slide down in the seat!" the fuzzy-headed man told him. "Way down!" he ordered, giving Jamie's shoulders a hard downward push from his position in back. Then he turned his attention to the girl beside him. On Christine, he affixed both a blindfold and a gag while Vince shot away from the curb and down the street. Charlie was holding her down while Frank tied her.
Christine was still frightened almost out of her mind. She had no idea who her captors might be, just kidnappers, she supposed. Her body trembled uncontrollably with terror as she half sat and half lay, squeezed between the two men in the rear seat. Whether she was more terrified by being kidnapped or by the expectation of their grandfather's wrath, she didn't know. Both fears were waltzing in a chilly dance through her head. Finally, the numbness began to dissipate and she could feel her heart pounding like a machine gun in her chest. Her head ached, and she needed to throw up, but God! She would choke!
Then something unexpected and terribly dirty began to happen. She was shocked. She had been pushed way down into the seat to be sure her head wouldn't be seen from outside the car. Now, she felt rough hands unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it away to expose the soft, melon-like mounds of her teenage tits. She had been changing for a shower when Jamie had called and had just slipped back into her blouse rather than go through all the bother of putting on her bra and all that. As it was, John was going to have to wait for her to shower and change when she got back ... or he would have had to! But now, oh God, her tits were covered as rough male hands cupped them up caressingly, fingers digging into her tender flesh cruelly, then her tiny, pink nipples were being rolled to erect hardness.
"Damn nice tits for her age," Frank breathed.
"And she doesn't have no bra on, either!" Charlie observed. "I wonder if all them rich bitches walk around like that? Showing off their tits to whoever comes along!"
"How the hell would I know," Frank murmured, his hand stealing tip tinder her skirt. "I'm going to find out if she has any panties on!"
Christine kept her legs clamped tightly together as he explored the smoothness of her thighs, running his hand up until he touched the sheer nylon material of her panties.
"Yeah!" Frank grunted. "She's got pants on! Well, what do you know about that?"
"But not for long, I bet!" Vincent's voice dripped with salacious desire.
'God!' Christine thought to herself as she realized that they had not only kidnapped her but were planning to rape her as well. 'Surely they wouldn't dare!' If they were after money ... and what else would they have kidnapped Randolph Byloe's granddaughter for ... they wouldn't dare rape her, too! No! Oh, no! Then, she prayed for the strength to withstand them. Rape could be pretty mean, so she had been warned!
Jamie Hanson had twisted his head around at mention of his sister's tits. But of course he could not see anything but the ceiling of the car with its yellow smoke-stains and the rips and raveling where the fabric had torn from the frame. He didn't understand everything about sex yet but he knew enough to know that they were undoubtedly mauling and pinching at her voluptuously soft flesh. He knew they must be touching her in all the places he knew about, like down between her legs!
Good God! He had been consoling his guilty conscience with the supposition that all they wanted was money, and under those [missing text]
"Keep your filthy hands off my sister!" he managed to squeak out.
For his trouble Vince gave the boy a backhand slap across the face, growling, "Shut up, you brat! Who the hell do you think you are?"
Twisting his face back toward the dashboard again, Jamie was embarrassed to feel the helpless tears rolling down his cheeks once more. God, if only he was a little older! If only he could think of something to do! God, he had to make these bastards pay for all of this somehow! His sorry performance so far depressed him and he felt an acute sense of responsibility for having been used to lure her into their trap, not just to be ransomed but maybe raped! 'What can I do?' he kept asking himself. 'I've got to do something!'
Even though the children never could have guessed the route, Vincent drove a twisting one up and down streets to be certain they thought they were much farther away than they were. The plan was to stop at a certain motel and keep the kids separated in different rooms. The men knew they could keep their captives frightened enough to keep their silence. They wouldn't very likely gamble their lives to save old Randolph Byloe a million bucks! Finally, Vince arrived at his destination and drove immediately into the courtyard of the motel where they had already checked in, being sure ahead of time that no signs could be seen and there was no identification left lying around. It was a seedy place, even though it boasted a small swimming pool. but these men had never been able to afford any kind of motel living so that they felt as though they had already started to live high. There would be times when they could take turns in the swimming pool. Frank had registered Chris as his wife, in case anyone saw them going into the room.
After he had stopped the car in front of one of their units, Vince turned to the boy. "See this gun?" he asked the frightened eight year old. "I'm going to take off your ropes now, kid. See that you don't do nothing foolish! You wouldn't be the first punk I'd rubbed out," Vincent lied, sounding entirely credible.
The men in back had already rebuttoned Christine's blouse and pulled it neatly under the waistband of her skirt.
"The same goes for you, brat," Charlie addressed her and then removed her blindfold so that she could get a good look at his gun.
Vincent then led Jamie away, his arm around the boy's shoulder, father and son-like. When Christine was allowed out of the car, she started in the direction Vincent had led the boy.
"Not that way, wifey dear," Frank said, putting his arm over her shoulder and steering her to the left.
She started to object, but Charlie's voice froze her spine front in back. "I'm right behind you, brat," he said cruelly. "In case you don't know what that hard round thing is in your back, take a good guess!" Christine nearly fainted. Her knees started to wobble again and she could barely walk.
"You okay, sweetie pie?" Frank cooed with a malicious grin and supported her.
Once inside the tiny motel room, Christine collapsed immediately on the lumpy bed., She couldn't recall even getting out of the car now, never mind walking into the little room. She seemed to be living moment by moment in a catatonic trance.
"Now, kid, let me fill you in on how it is," Frank began as she sat like a zombie on the edge of the bed. She looked up at him expectantly, like a child awaiting instructions from a teacher without much interest.
"Sometimes we're gonna be sitting on the curb right outside the door there," he continued, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder. If we hear any screaming or anything, you spend the rest of your stay with us all tied in a neat bundle with a gag in your mouth and a blindfold. Understand?"
She nodded her head dumbly.
"We got your kid brother in a separate place and you don't know where, so now you find out why we brought him along, too. One false move out of you, sister, and its curtains for him. Understand that?"
Again she nodded as though her tongue were paralyzed.
"The rap for kidnapping is so damned stiff, it don't make much difference what we do to either one or you!" Charlie inserted at this point.
"Right," agreed Frank. "I mean, as long as we're in this far, it's all or nothing, get it?"
Her nodding head moved silently up and down. She wasn't quite sure of what they said, but the fact that they might hurt, even kill, Jamie if she didn't cooperate was clear. Life without Jamie ... no, she couldn't face life without Jamie! Later she was to muse on the irony in the fact that her grandfather was going to have to pay whatever they demanded primarily for Jamie, and he wasn't even a Byloe! If she were free to run away or scream or lock herself in and climb out the bathroom window, it was a risk of Jamie's life, then, so to save her little half-brother, Christine was going to have to force the payment of ransom.
The two men did leave the room then to sit casually outside, doing more planning probably, she deduced. But with them gone, some semblance of reality was able to return to her dazed mind. She lay on the uncomfortable bed and thought briefly of John and the tennis match they didn't have after all. How soon would everyone miss her? 'How soon would anyone at all miss Jamie,' she wondered. No one would expect Jamie to be kidnapped, of course. He was worth practically nothing at all! God, she wished he were in the same room with her, though. She supposed he were frightened half to death, being only eight years old!
Jamie was much like a live doll to Christine, although she wasn't a responsible enough person to really want to take care of him. She would never in the world do anything to hurt him, however, and would protect him with her very life, or so she thought. Whenever he came to her and wanted to be held and she was in the mood, she would hold him. Or if she needed his love, she would hold him, too. But she had not reached the maturity whereby she could give anyone what she didn't want to give them even though they might need it. Jamie's love and adoration of her was the only love and adoration of which she was aware. He was valuable to her.
Of course, there was John, who said he loved and adored her and all that stuff, but she meant family love. As far as the other kind of love went, there was Nancy Cooper, a governess most of the time and just lately ... a lover. As Christine lay on the least lumpy spot she could find on the bed in the sunlit room, already stimulated by the hands that had squeezed and pinched her titties and nipples in the car, she thought of Nancy and how worried the older girl must be. Yes, Nancy really loved her, she thought, however unnatural that love was.
She remembered the first time Nancy's soft hand had reached out to touch her forearm in something more than friendliness. Christine, accustomed to John's fawning advances, understood what the touch meant. What Nancy had actually said, Chris could not recall except that there was an urgency in her voice and her fingers had massaged caressingly, gently, causing a little electric spark to shimmer in Christine. Chris knew that she ought to drop her arm down beside her desk as she would have with John, causing a break in the too-intimate contact. But it fascinated her. Why didn't she feel this way when John touched her?
Nancy realized her victory and her hand stayed obviously long on the sixteen year old's arm, and then it was moving upward, stealthily, lightly. Suddenly Christine had gasped as the older woman's hand covered and cupped tip one of her tits, her fingers digging in hard against the soft, full pliancy of her tit. 'My God!' The amused teenager had thought. 'She's a lesbian!' She had thought so earlier once, when her auburn-haired governess had looked at her with a strange lewd look. Now the overt act of touching her confirmed the girl's suspicion, so she hadn't been surprised by Nancy. It was her own pleasurable reaction that surprised her and even frightened her a bit.
Delicious sensations had begun to pervade her body, seeming to emanate there from her young but full tit being caressed and massaged so knowingly. Her loins glowed. It would be so easy to go along with Nancy's intentions rather than complain to her mother. The teenager had closed her eyes as her titillated nerve-endings reacted.
"Maybe we've done enough studying for the day," Nancy was saying, her brown eyes softening like chocolate in the sun.
Christine had opened her eyes then. She was sure that Nancy was even going to kiss her!
"You understand what I'm talking about, don't you, Chris?"
"Y ... yes," the entranced girl had stuttered with a sharp expulsion of her breath, and again she closed her eyes, thinking that this could be fun!
Then, she was in her governess's muscular arms. and she was being kissed. The other woman's lips were soft, and she felt the lithe, athletic body pressed close against her as Nancy's wet tongue burst through the barrier of her teeth and lips to squirm sinuously inside her mouth. It was a sexy kiss. Christine was almost lost at that moment, she was so love-starved.
Yet suddenly, all she could think of was scandal and her grandfather's constant warning to her that he would disown her if she ever caused any! 'Oh God, if anyone found out about anything like this, it would be absolute disaster! Oh, God!' So that time, with one little cry, Christine had squirmed free of Nancy Cooper's kiss and embrace.
"No! Please! Y ... you misunderstood me, Nancy! I know what you're talking about! I know what you want, but I couldn't! I just couldn't!" She had backed away from the lesbian governess, who stood red-faced, her features contorted with a mixture of fear and anger.
"D ... don't you tell anyone!" she almost snarled. "I'm sorry, it's just that ... that you're so beautiful!" The young governess's brown eyes were filling with tears now and Christine didn't quite what to say. Who in the world would care, anyhow? If she complained of Nancy, she would be dismissed, of course, but only because she complained. Her grandfather would never know, but thinking of her grandfather, Christine thought it might be best to just forget that it had ever happened. It wouldn't be apt to happen again, she didn't think. And for that she might be just a teeny weeny bit sorry, she realized with a twinge of guilt.
"I ... I wouldn't say anything, Nancy," the girl soothed, and she hadn't. But she had frequently recalled her body's quick response to the woman. It had been a supreme effort of will to turn down this exciting chance to enjoy the new sensations in her hot little body. If it hadn't been for her grandfather and his blasted fear of scandal. Why was he so afraid of that? She should think it would help his career, not harm it, by placing him in the public eye. God, all the scandals that were cooked up in Hollywood just for publicity! Of course he was old and out-of-date. Her mother said that he didn't want to remind the public that he had grandchildren! God! Everyone has those! Sooner or later!
CHAPTER TWO
Raymond Jones had saved his pay all the time he was in the service, and then with the help of a G.I. loan, had started on the way to realizing his ambition to build a motel chain around the world. It was to be called the "One World Motel," and eventually he would add "National Locations" and finally, "International Locations." It sometimes amused Ray to think that his son, for whom he had not yet picked out a mother, might even extend the name to the moon or Mars or some planet still unknown. One would have to add then, Interstellar Locations!
This first dump was just a beginning, of course, but he was working sixteen hours a day, from 6:00 A.M. to 10 every night to put the projected chain on its wobbly feet. He had few spare moments for anything but work. Although he was very young with a handsome, intent face and a muscular body from all the hard work around his motel, he prayed ruefully on occasion that his light brown hair would remain implanted in his head long enough so that when he finally reached a time that he could begin to look for a wife, he would still be appealing enough to have some choice! There were times, many times, when he yearned to take some kind of break. He rarely had time to relax beside his own swimming pool. There was no way he could see the office from the pool. The place had to be filled, and when that happened, there were so many guests around the pool that he hesitated to take the space.
And so Raymond Jones had one secret indulgence of which he was bitterly ashamed but which he had to have or go stark raving mad! When he had taken over the place and had begun the repairs, most of which he had done himself, just as he now maintained it himself, he had made an embarrassing find in one of the units. Someone had drilled a peephole and had hidden it very cleverly, on one side behind a picture and on the action side, which was trained right on the big double bed, it was camouflaged by a collage of such uneven texture that the hole was impossible to see. Ray had even experimented with taking down the covering picture in the daylight to see if the spot of daylight shining through the collage was visible and found that with the Venetian blinds drawn, the light was too dim to show.
He tossed the find back and forth in his mind for a long time, now determined to cover the peephole and again wondering how to make the best use of it. Should he move into the unit from which the other unit could be seen? That would be a waste of space, though, since there were manager's quarters above the office. There was plenty of storage area, too, so there was no need to use a unit for anything else. When the time came that he needed help beyond his part time maid, it would be someone else who lived nearby and needed no quarters. Besides, how idiotic would it look for him to take a unit and give his nice manager's quarters away to hired help! Then he would begin to feel guilty for even contemplating the idea of peeking until gradually his conscience began to wear thin and the temptation to put the women into the "display" unit prevailed. It turned out to be not too exciting at first until he began to get a sense for which women were going to be worth installing there. Then the shows livened up. Newlyweds were fairly sure bets, of course. They rarely messed up their first chance at a legal fuck.
Things were dull right now. Raymond Jones was very happy to receive Frank's call reserving a room. It was funny, really. He had wanted a single digit room number, but when Ray heard that he was bringing his bride, the motel owner lied and told him the closest number available was ten. That was, of course, the display room. Frank said he'd ask the little woman, who was the superstitious one and hung up. A few minutes later a gruff man called asking for a specifically numbered room, too. Thirty-seven. He said he had had it before, but the name John Smith was not on his records anywhere, although Ray had already learned that there were any number of reasons accounting for that possibility. He had some characters who popped in with a different name and a different woman once a week! But Ray had no sooner hung up on that reservation when the first man called back and said that ten would be perfect. He had misunderstood his fianc�e's superstition. She had wanted a room with not one digit, but a "one" in the number! Well, everything happened in bunches. That was another thing that Ray had learned.
Now both rooms were occupied, and Ray could swear that they had all come in one car although he had missed their actual arrival until the point at which he saw the man and boy round the corner to the path that led to thirty-seven. There were supposed to be two men and a boy in that unit. Yet two men were entering number ten with the bride, and soon both men came out and sat on the curbing in front of the unit, smiling and chatting pleasantly. Afterwards, he was to see that they certainly all knew each other. Maybe some of the wedding party had come along for the honeymoon. Well, that was immaterial. They had taken their keys from the hooks in the office, where he had told them to look if he wasn't around and had left cash behind the counter. Whatever else they were doing was none of his concern. He would like to get a look at the wife, though. She must be catching a nap, and it might be a good chance to look her over. The big burly redheaded guy had blocked his view of her as she entered the room earlier.
Being experienced at this sort of thing now, Ray grabbed a caddy of cleaning supplies that he kept in his office and walked business-like across his parking lot toward number nine. He smiled and nodded, both of whom stopped talking to greet him.
"Nice day!" the burly redhead grinned jovially.
"Lot of good weather lately," Ray agreed, smiling in return.
The fuzzy headed man just nodded amiably while Ray passed them and entered number nine, closing the door behind him and locking it. The Venetian blinds were still drawn. He kept them that way in all the empty units. It prevented fading, someone had advised him. He sighed happily. In number nine, it did more than that!
The lewd actions of her governess had continued to haunt Christine until finally her cunt began to secrete rivulets of warmth whenever she thought of Nancy. Her nipples would become aroused, taut and diamond-hard beneath her brassiere. She began to dream of some of the sexy pictures she had seen and to wonder just how lesbians went about making love. She still thought that she would easily prefer the hot, hard masculine body and throbbing cock of Burt Reynolds if she could only get to meet him! Yet the kisses and a girl's pussy, moist and hot as hers was lately, had a certain appeal that she could not deny.
Christine's refusal had also haunted Nancy, the sixteen year old was to learn later. It had been more than six months since the governess had had the opportunity to have sex with a woman, to taste a woman's flowing pussy and feel a woman soft in her arms, and the thought of how close she had come once again to experiencing that wildly exciting form of love-making aroused her over and over again every time she saw her beautiful young charge to the point where she expected to have to give up the job sooner or later if something positive didn't happen. Then one night, she was so overwrought that she did something she rarely did. She got drunk ... well, quite high anyway. She reached the point where the world looked so rosy that she let loose her long auburn hair, stripped off her clothes and sprawled happily on her bed, lewdly tempting her body mentally into a state of arousal so that a finger-fucking would feel really good. If that's all she had, she might as well have that much!
Christine had easily sensed the overwrought condition of her governess at dinner, and she had responded sympathetically with every nerve in her body. Indeed, it was automatic for her to respond lately. She couldn't help herself. She had begun to become very excited by the presence of the beautiful auburn-haired older girl. Consequently, when she returned to her own study after the meal and tried to concentrate on her studies, it was useless. This time, nothing seemed to douse the fire in her loins and her sensitive, swollen titties. She had succumbed to too much reading in sex magazines, easily procured from her mother's room, she decided, yet they gave her such floods of prurient pleasure! Part of her inability to cool down now was her lack of desire to do so. She kept thinking of Nancy, alone in her own room,
wondering what she did to cool the flames of her passionate, frustrated body.
Finally, she simply could not help herself. She was drawn like a frail pin to a gigantic magnet down the hallway to the governess's private quarters. Very, very slowly she turned the knob of Nancy's door to see if it were locked. No, it wasn't! Stealthily, she opened the big mahogany door just a crack and saw the bottle and the glass beside the bed. She had seen too many bottles by her mother's bed not to understand that Nancy had been drinking alone, which meant that she could be tipsy enough not to notice if the door opened wider so that the bed was visible. Bravely, she pushed the door at least three inches more and then stared with bright, hot eyes at the nakedly gleaming flesh of Nancy Cooper. Did she dare get involved with this girl she knew wanted her?
The thought, the sight of Nancy's naked body, was tremendously enticing to the sixteen year old, and yet, if she were caught by her mother, what would her mother do? Christine's mother was so erratic that the girl had no idea whether she would condone the behavior or put her into a mental hospital. Ah, what should she do? What should she do? Rationally, the hot-blooded girl knew that she shouldn't, and yet the more she thought about it, the more excited she became. In a way it would be a funny joke against John, who had been trying to rape her for years! In her opinion, all he was worth was a game of tennis and a practical joke! Yet Christine had her reputation and her grandfather's reputation to think of, too. When you are almost in the public eye as she was, you had to be careful about when you were proper and when you weren't. She wasn't sure she knew where to draw the line.
Yet, she was absolutely burning, and suddenly, suddenly she knew that she was going to try it. She had to. Her pussy was on fire, and it was either this or use her finger in her bedroom, since she knew she could never, ever wait until she found the right man! So far, she had managed to avoid the finger method although she had read enough about it. Still, she had wanted to save herself for another person as her first experience. After that, it wouldn't matter. Also, it didn't seem evil or lewd in her mind to make love to Nancy. Morals were no objection. She had long been convinced that sex in all its forms could be nothing but good! Her uninhibited mother's behavior over the years had taught her that sex was merely a lark, a secret joke, instead of an obscene and conscienceless act, and everything she had read lately confirmed this attitude. And wouldn't it be a lark, she thought, to seduce Nancy instead of having Nancy seduce her as the older girl had tried to do? In Nancy's obviously liquor-dazed state, she would have to be the aggressor probably. Having made up her mind, she crept into the room and approached the dozing governess.
"Nancy," she intoned softly like a ghost or something. "Nannnnnncccyyyyyy, this is your loooovvvvvveeer, Nancy." The girl had all she could do to keep from giggling.
"Ooooohhhhhh," the beautiful woman moaned. "G ... go away ... Goooooo!"
"Ooohhhh, Nanncccyyyyyy," Christine made her voice tremble with sadness. "Don't send me away, Nannnncccyyyyy!"
Ironically, Nancy Cooper was dreaming of Christine and her overwhelming pain and frustration over not being able to love the beautiful teenager. Sinking deeper and deeper toward a fitful sleep, she tried to reject the words of this person who was trying to disrupt her dream-fantasy. Then abruptly, intoxicated and miserable and poised on the brink of unconsciousness, she embraced and took comfort in the soothing tone she heard, her dream changed, and she allowed herself to think that it was the green-eyed teenager talking to her.
"Ooooohhhh, I need help. I feel sick ..." she murmured thickly.
"I'll help you, don't worry," Christine breathed softly. "I'll take good care of you, Nancy."
Carefully, gently, the young chestnut-haired beauty sat down beside the supine and nakedly exposed governess. Nancy's petal-like lips moved, tried to make words, but nothing came forth. She could only lie there, her eyes shut and her mind drifting, drifting in its alcoholic haze. Dimly she felt one of her hands being lifted from the covers and then being stroked tenderly between two very small and soft palms.
"We are so very close," Nancy's familiar voice said from the vast distance of her dream. "You are beautiful. I love your dark red hair, Nancy and your chocolate eyes. Lie still and I'll make you feel soooo goooodddd!"
"Oooohhhh! Yes, yes! Yessssss!" The words seemed to issue like a song from Nancy's velvet throat, and then, all at once, the swirling liquor haze consumed all but a very small portion of her consciousness. She slipped into a dream world of disjointed images which, at first, held no recognizable forms. Then a face floated out of the mist and it was Christine's beautiful face ... accepting her! She was coming toward her and her body was becoming visible. The sixteen year old was completely naked, her tits blossoming enticingly and her dark pussy inviting! She could feel the vibrations pulling her toward the young girl. She was coming toward her governess with her arms outstretched and her mouth opening to speak.
"I'm going to caress you now. I'm going to caress your beautiful body, your beautiful soft white skin, Nancy. I want to touch your body. I want to caress-it with my soft fingers and make it feel good!"
The words were spoken by Christine without ever realizing that Nancy's dream-Christine was speaking them, too, for the words penetrated the nether-world in which the governess drifted and came from her beloved student's lips. 'Ooooohhhhhh!' Nancy cried out in the dream. 'Oh, Christine! Christine darling, I never thought you would talk to me like that! Oooohhhh, why are you coming to your studies naked? You make me want to touch you! Touch me, Christine! That's it! I want you to caress me! It's so wrong, but I want it! I've wanted it for months!'
Seeing that the auburn-haired governess was not waking up but lying quietly on the bed, Christine felt her heart thump with mounting excitement in her young breast. Ah, everything was going to work out perfectly. Her governess might never even know that it was she making love to her. Christine was not yet sure that it was wise to let her know if she could possibly avoid it. Her hands began to move slowly up and down Nancy's soft white arms, across her smooth shoulders and down along her sides. Then they were moving with tingling tenderness around the dreaming governess's firmly molded tits rising and falling with her regular breathing.
The young girl's green eyes were hotly feverish as she stroked Nancy's upper torso, drinking in the beauty of the older girl's ruby-tipped tits and auburn-haired abdomen and firm thighs. The teenager's seething cunt flowered wide with passion beneath her short skirt and panties, the nipples of her voluptuously rounded tits hardening into pebble-like chips of heated arousal. She licked her lips several times as she continued to slide her hands tenderly over the beautifully soft flesh of her governess. Ahhhh, she was in full command of the situation at the moment, and very soon, very soon, she would possess for the first time, the body of another human being just as she already possessed several hearts.
In her dream, Nancy felt the caresses, and it was Christine's hands moving on her body, her charge's fingers stroking her so tenderly and so intimately. Her young hands felt so good on her, so good! Oh, Christine! she moaned silently. Oh, Christine, my darling, yes! Yes, touch me! Caress me! Ooohhhhhhhh, your hands feel so good on my naked body! And on she dreamed, knowing that it was only a dream, but reveling in the beauty and excitement of it anyway.
Christine's hands circled the older girl's titties now, and the young girl's legs opened and closed with the burning fire which flamed her loins. She had read about masturbation and men and women together, but not about two women, yet she was confident that her instincts would lead her well. She saw Nancy's rosy nipples rise under her tender ministrations, growing firm and hard, and she brushed her fingers across first one rigid brownish nubbin, then the other, then moved her hands up to the governess's shoulders again as the auburn-haired woman stirred restlessly beneath her exploring fingers.
'Christine,' she was dreaming the words. 'Christine! Oooohhh, your hands on my tits are so exciting, so wonderful! It's wrong, Chris darling, but I love it! I love it so! Ooohhhhhh!'
Smiling with burning passion, the hot-blooded young teenager eased her fingers over Nancy's shoulders and arms and sides and tits, over the turgid nipples. Then she allowed her hands to slide down across the smooth, flat belly to touch the woman's dark, fire-glinting pubic hair, moving her hands around and down Nancy's shapely legs. The young governess moaned, her hips beginning to undulate gently on the rumpled bed clothes. Then one of Christine's slender fingers boldly parted the softly moist lips of the girl's auburn hair-covered pussy, parting them gently and curiously to touch the button of Nancy's clitoris with her fingernail. The tiny bud became immediately erect as she stroked it, just as the books had promised, and the young girl thrilled at the touch of this growing hardness that belonged to the older girl on the bed. Nancy's hips began to gyrate more freely on the bed clothes in automatic response, further adding to Christine's mounting desire.
Using her free hand, the young student feverishly and dexterously stripped herself naked, tossing her blouse and short skirt and lust-moistened panties onto the floor. She surprised herself with her ability to do this without changing the tempo of her stroking of Nancy's throbbing clitoris. She didn't expect that Nancy would awaken if she left off. It was just that she couldn't bring herself to stop! Finally she leaned forward, panting hotly, and she ran her tongue wetly over her governess's sweet lips, flicking it out abandonedly as the fires raged with her naked flesh. She had French-kissed with John and automatically tried to kiss the other girl that way.
Dreamily, one of Nancy's arms came up to wrap around Christine's neck, and the young girl's tongue began to saw insanely in and out of her lover's mouth while her middle finger slid with an ever-increasing rhythm up and down the woman's rapidly-moistening cuntal slit. And Nancy, in her dream, had her arm around the beautiful, swan-like neck of Randolph Byloe's granddaughter, holding her tightly, and it was her dream-Christine who had her mouth on hers. It was the dream-girl whose hands were on her velvet flesh. She knew it was a risk for them to hold each other or make love and she almost expected the dream to rum into a nightmare of exposure at any moment, but she didn't care! She would enjoy as much as possible! Oh, she loved Christine so much, loved her desperately, and she wanted her! She wanted the beautiful girl to kiss and love her and touch her all over at least once!
Fiery streams of passion soared and swirled within Nancy, and her wet tongue met and fused with Christine's tongue buried deep in her mouth. All the while, she thought it was happening not in actuality, but in the dream, especially since this dream-Christine had so much expertise! Her hands locked around the girl's neck, pulling her down on the bed and causing a low moan of ecstasy to escape Christine's fevered throat.
Quickly stretching out beside her young governess, moving hard against her as she felt her own passion seething in hot and eager rivulets from her devouringly starved cunt, Christine moved her head away from Nancy's hot mouth and began kissing the puckered areolas and swollen nipples of her tits, now dipping down over the smooth softness of the older girl's writhing belly, lower still until she was breathing hotly and excitedly into the silky reddishness of Nancy's pussy hair!
'Ooooohhhhh,' Nancy was dreaming, 'yes! Yes, Christine! Kiss me down there! Kiss my pussy! Oooohhhhhh, Chris, put your sweet mouth oil my hot cant! Put your loving pink tongue inside my nibbling cunt! Kiss my pussy, darling! Kiss my pussy, Christinnnnnnnnne!'
Meanwhile, Christine's young heart fluttered nervously. Dared she actually do everything she really wanted to do? Everything her instincts and desires were leading her to? Could she even help herself? But she had come this far, why stop? Her hands were stroking, massaging Nancy's titties unceasingly, coming down little by little now along the governess's hips and then moving to the alabaster smoothness of her inner thighs. With tender movements she parted the unresisting flesh, drawing the young governess's legs wide apart to reveal the moistly glistening pinkness of her cuntal slit. Then the ecstatically experimenting young girl began to impart hot, wet kisses through the velvety curls of pubic hair, tongue extended like a firebrand as she squirmed her diminutive body lower and lower on the bed, mouth and tongue wetly seeking the pulsating pink pleasure-bud of Nancy's clitoris.
Christine's pink tongue finally came in lewd contact with the moist hot nub of flesh and began to circle it teasingly. In a reflex, her breath shuddering between her teeth and her brain filled with the dream images she didn't think were real, Nancy's hands came up to cup the face of the teenager, pressing it deeply between her quivering thighs. Letting her hands slide upward again over Nancy's soft belly to her firm full tits, Christine greedily cupped and squeezed the resilient mounds while her mouth and tongue continued their heated assault on the older girl's quivering pink clitoris.
She couldn't resist the temptation, and Christine's teeth finally took the tiny blood-filled button of flesh between them and began nibbling gently on it, running her tongue around and around it. Nancy cried out sharply, and her hands tightened on the depraved young girl's face, her ass beginning to twist madly on the bed from the unbearable waves of desire being transmitted through her flesh. Her mind was moaning, 'oh yes, Christine darling! Oooohhhh, I love your mouth and tongue on my pussy! Don't stop, darling, don't ever stop! Oooooohhhhhh, make me cum that way, dear Chris! Make me cum in your sweet mouth. Put your tongue deep inside my hot pussy and make me cummmmm!'
Runaway passion soared through her tormented body, and her auburn hair flailed from side to side on the pillow in total abandonment and a sense of exquisite fulfillment. Christine opened her mouth still wider, moving her tongue wetly downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing, hair-fringed opening of the auburn-haired governess's devouring cunt. She began, then, to orally fuck the older girl, sliding her tongue far up into Nancy's dilated cuntal hole and reveling in the unintelligible whimpering sounds Nancy was making. Faster and faster the young girl swirled and flicked her pink tongue around the velvet-like interior of the desire-inflamed cuntal lips, seeking to make the woman cum the way the books said. She was exultant in her ability to carry this so far, this conquest of the intoxicated, half-comatose woman, who didn't even realize that her own desire for Christine was being fulfilled ... or so Christine thought.
Christine brought her small hands down from Nancy's tits again, slipped them beneath Nancy's thighs and pushed her legs up high as she had seen them do in illustrations until the young governess's hips were raised off the bed. Now the older girl's thighs were draped obscenely over the younger girl's shoulders, pressing tightly against her slavering cheeks. The whole of her flowing cuntal plane was spread open in naked wantonness to Christine's lashing wet tongue, and the surprisingly adept young lover cupped Nancy's soft white asscheeks with gentle hands, her fingers kneading the quivering flesh as she thrust her tongue deeply into the liquid depths of the older girl's seething pussy.
The young governess cried out as her ass jerked and spasmed beneath Christine's mercilessly plunging, fucking tongue, "Chris! Aaaaaahhhhhh, Christine darling, aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" She had finally found voice for her dream cries, and she was shouting the words as well as thinking them, still believing she was in a dream, still thinking it was only in her mind that the young student's mouth and tongue were working such wonders down there between her widespread thighs.
The beautiful and startled girl suddenly paused in her lewd tonguing of the warmly secreting furrow as she heard her governess's wailing cry. Did she know it was she? Did she know it was Christine who was loving her so expertly, if she did say so herself? It could be that she was dreaming of the same girl who was tongue-fucking her. 'Oooohhhhhh, what a joke!' Goodness, was Nancy so in love with her charge that she dreamed of her? Well, it wasn't surprising, she supposed. She had long known that she would break many a heart, being as beautiful as her grandfather was handsome! But she had never expected to break a woman's heart!
The thought excited the selfishly immature beauty even more. She resumed her exciting task between Nancy's widespread legs, wetly licking her tongue downward to the tiny puckered ring of Nancy's rubbery asshole. Oh, wow! she thought.
Well, she knew men did it to women! She had read that! She flicked her tongue around the little ring and heard the young auburn-haired governess suck in her breath in a gulping swallow, moaning in rapture and flinging her churning loins up at Christine as hard as she could as the young novice-lover brought her hot tongue into searing contact with the forbidden asshole. She fucked lewdly up into the tight little hole, splitting it wide to accept her tongue, and Nancy's body quivered uncontrollably beneath the overpowering assault as torrents of sensual pleasure flowed through her nakedly besieged loins.
Meanwhile, Christine was wondering about the cumming that was supposed to take place. She herself felt as though she were about to explode and there was a tension in Nancy that seemed to be driving her more and more uncontrollably. Well, she could wait and see what happened. The taste of Nancy's pussy, the pungent aroma and taste of the older girl's tight asshole, could stay on her fucking tongue forever as far as she was concerned. Ah, this sex business was truly wonderful, the most exciting game she had participated in in a long, long time! She spread her own legs wide, turning on her side, and slipped her right hand down over her belly to the lust-heated wetness of her own cunt. Then her middle finger instinctively found her aching clitoris and began to stroke it feverishly as she slid her tongue out of Nancy's palpitating asshole and returned it to the fiery wet depths of the voluptuous auburn-haired beauty's hungering pussy. Christine' sense of immanent explosion was so great that she felt like a stick of dynamite with the burning fuse ever shortening and shortening. Faster and faster, her finger moved on her own clitoris as the heat of her impending orgasm churned wildly through her body. Her very first ...
Nancy writhed and moaned from the merciless licking of her moist cuntal furrow, and her hands were convulsive on Christine's face. Her thighs were quivering wildly, clenching the young girl's dark head deep between them, pressing the slaying face harder against her feverish pussy. She wanted to cum. She had to cum! Ooohhh, Christine was loving her like she had never been loved before! Ooohhhhh, it was her beloved Christine who was kissing her pussy! She couldn't believe it! It was Christine who was licking her asshole with forbidden but deliciously exciting flicks of her wet tongue, Christine was making her cum, cum, cum, with her wonderful young mouth...
Then suddenly and consumingly she was cumming. Her entire being convulsed, and her neck muscles stood out like steel bands as the tongue of the wanton young learner continued to fuck hot and hard up into the violently erupting depths of her pussy. Her face twisted into a contorted mask, and she cried out in her mind and aloud!
"Aaaaaahhhhhh, yes, darling! Yes, my Christine! I'm cummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnngggggg!"
Nancy's body spasmed as the climax raced through her flesh, and her heart pounded insanely against her ribs. Her heated cuntal secretions, released in full by her violent cumming, gushed down over Christine's tongue and into her softly gasping mouth, painting her face with a sheen of passion and lust. The chestnut-haired beauty felt her governess climaxing and tasted her seething juices, and ... and her own orgasm rippled suddenly through her! Her finger was like a piston out of control on her own throbbing clitoris as wave after wave of delicious release poured through her, and she continued to tuck her tongue far tip into the fiery wet channel of the lovely governess's hotly cumming pussy, gurgling in wild delight.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"
Then it had been all over and Christine's mouth and tongue were still nibbling gently up between the lovely governess's trembling legs. The orgasm ebbed slowly for Nancy, and when it was over, the dream began to fade from her mind. She could look down and see her beloved Christine between her legs and see her smile up, her face wet and shining with her cunt juice and satiated desire. Christine, she tried to call to her. Oh, Christine, that was the most beautiful cum I've ever had in my entire life! It was magnificent, darling, and you did it for me ... just for me. Yet the sleeping governess knew in the back of her mind that it was impossible, and the dream ended while she slipped once again into oblivion with a long, tremulous sigh of fulfillment.
She never felt at all the soft hands removing her own hands from Christine's head. She never felt her student raise her wet, smiling face from between the still widespread thighs. She never felt the soft, tender kiss which Christine placed directly on her swollen cuntal lips on a sudden urge just before slipping off the bed and gathering Tier clothes Lip from the floor. And she never knew what had really happened for some days afterwards, when Christine could hold it in no longer and decided, because of her own developing frustrations, that they might as well make an affair out of it, which they had.
CHAPTER THREE
In the neighboring unit, moving quietly in the dimness of the shaded room, Raymond Jones prepared to get a look at the bride no one else seemed interested in. He shifted a chair into position below the large picture on the wall, stood up on it silently, and very deftly lifted the big frame down with experienced hands. He had noticed that the Venetian blinds in the next unit had been left open so he knew there would be enough light in there for him to get a good look if she were on the bed. The peephole bared, he looked down at the bed. He was in luck, and what he saw took his breath away. God, what a beautiful woman! Surely she wasn't married to either of those men on the curb! For one thing, she looked terribly young, but in this area, it was difficult to tell a woman's true age. All the beauties migrated to L.A. It was one of those things he found fascinating about the city.
"Christ!" he grunted to himself. He could easily see the nubs of her extended nipples through her thin blouse. What a beautiful pair of tits! he thought. His hands itched to hold them caressingly. Oh God, how he would love to remove that one's panties to reveal the softness of her dark pubic hair covering her triangular mound. Below, inside his pants, his roused prick began to harden as he thought of her as he had for so many, Damn! I'd like to tuck her! She's a sexy little bitch! He imagined himself laying her, his hard hungry cock going deeply into her tight, hot little cunt. The more he fantasized, the harder his cock throbbed achingly, and he had to reach down to adjust its thick length inside his pants to a more comfortable position. Lewdly, he dreamed about seducing her and making her his mistress, even though he knew that it was just a frustrating game he played with himself. He knew he must not get mixed up with a woman. .. not really ... not if he was to realize his dreams! But Christ, it was a bitch not having any real sex! He had to be satisfied with the solace his own hand could give him, and that wouldn't be much without his peephole to make it interesting.
God, sometimes the women would drift out of his sight as they went into the bathroom and closed the door. He would hear the shower running, and he would wait impatiently, thinking of all he had to do and should be doing instead of
indulging himself like this. But often they came back into the bedroom all naked and slightly pink from a towel rubbing. Hell! Sometimes they lay on the bed completely naked, reading a book or writing letters before they put on their nightgowns, if they bothered with gowns!
But it looked as though this one was just going to sleep, fully clothed, her beautiful tits rising and falling with some sweet dream that was making her smile. Even clothed, though, she had a splendid little body from which he could not tear his eyes.
And indeed Christine was having a pleasant dream. She and Nancy had gone on to their affair a few days later, but before that, she had discovered yet another pleasant sexual activity. Roused again one evening by the sight of the beautiful woman whom she had not yet dared approach, she went to her own room with the now familiar tingling in her body that was becoming less and less controllable. One time was not enough. Christine could see that. Nancy was going to continue to arouse her over and over again. There was no doubt about it. Her tits were tingling with only the memory of the sensations the other woman's body had stimulated in her the other evening. And this particular night she became tense, vaguely uncomfortable, her loins congested-feeling, and when she had undressed to take her shower, she found that her nipples were hard and erect, her inner lips below, moist and blood-inflated.
Now she understood those signs, but at first, she chose to ignore them and stepped into the shower. It was that shower that taught her about the sensuality of having water run over her body. Instead of allaying her feelings of sexual need, the feelings were heightened, and when she had come out of the shower to towel herself dry, the terry cloth on her body imparted its own sensations to her sensitive tits and the buzzing flesh between her legs. She played with the possibility of peeking into her governess's room again, but the likelihood that she would again be drunk and available was small. Oh, she knew the girl was available, all right, but Chris had not really made up her mind whether she dared risk an affair.
Walking out of her bath and back into her bedroom, wearing only a fluffy pair of slippers, Christine had paused in front of her mirror to admire the rich contours of her lush young body with its firmly upthrust tits, the tiny waist, and the flaring hips. From every angle, she was a sex queen, she thought happily. Yes, she was definitely going to make it in film, once her mother let her get started. She had reached into her closet for her nightgown and laid it out on the bed. Then she picked up her hairbrush from her dressing table and began to brush her hair, aware of her reflection once more in the mirror, of the white and tanned areas and the pink of her lovely, aroused body, nipples coned out on her titties, tingling and sensitive, needing loving, while below, the congestion of her loins whined for a release of tension.
Finally she had been unable to deny her need. She did want to try it! And who knows, but it might be entirely satisfactory as a substitute for getting into any dangerous affair with Nancy. She put her hairbrush back down and cupped her tits up in her tiny hands, her fingers rolling the nipples to even greater erection. God! How hot I am! she had thought. Then, one of her hands crept down over the smooth white flatness of her belly, and a finger slipped down into the throbbing vibrancy of her cuntal slit to touch the hardened little bird of her clitoris.
"Oooohhhhhh!" she moaned softly. "Oooooohhhhhhhhh!"
Perched on the chair in the next unit, Ray gasped with pleasure as the sleeping girl moaned aloud and moved her hand between her legs in her sleep. Suddenly her legs splayed wide, while her fingers obscenely titillated her clitoris, rubbing along its short length with smooth strokes and imagining that it was Burt Reynolds's hand that rubbed at her ... or ... or Nancy's!
From his vantage point, Raymond Jones had a clear view of what she was doing. Christ! he thought. She's playing with herself! He was looking right up between her legs and could see her fingers where they had pulled aside the panties and teased at her clitoris. Suddenly she stopped and pulled one leg out of her panties, her eyes still closed, her face still happy. Now he could see the opening of her cunt, all coral-pink and flowered open. Hell! I thought she'd just sleep! This is more like it. He knew that she looked as sexy as hell, but this confirmed for him that she was, indeed, very sexual. What she needs is a man, he decided. What was wrong with those bums out on the curb?
Inside his own pants, his cock came up to a hard, pulsating erection, and his hand went down to it unconsciously to caress its lust-thickened length. He wished that he had the courage, or was it foolhardiness, to do something about it. In his mind's eye he saw himself walking by the men sitting in front, barging in on her, and fucking the daylights out of her to her delight and gratification, not to mention his own. Hell, what a dream! Christ, though, if she went down to the pool, he sure as hell was going to drop whatever he was doing to take a sunbath himself! He'd love to get near her, get to know her a little bit, not that he could ever fuck her, he supposed. One of the guys was supposed to be her husband and a new one at that! And Christ, look at her! Having to fuck herself! He could see that she was using her middle finger. She had slipped it into the moist opening of her seething cunt while keeping her thumb on the tiny throbbing shaft of her clitoris.
Christine Byloe's shapely hips ground under her on the bed in the next motel unit. Her eyes were closed for she was dreaming that she was finger-fucking herself for the first time in her own room at home, trying to conjure tip the image of Burt Reynolds and ending only with the vividly etched face of Nancy Cooper on her young mind. Oh, God! Fuck me, Nancy darling! she thought. Somehow, one finger in her cuntal sheath didn't seem to be enough. Her little hot hole had blossomed open, and she found she had to use two fingers, then, and finally three. Ah! That felt more like it!
She knew then that she would finger-fuck herself to orgasm without anyone's help. As deeply as she was able, she began to fuck her thrusting three tightly held together fingers in and out of her seething, hungry cunt, while her other hand continued rubbing at her throbbing clitoris.
"Oooohhhhhhhhh! OOOOOOOOOooohhhhhh!" she moaned aloud in dream and in reality.
It would have been easy to imagine that it was Burt Reynold's cock that drove into her needful cunt, but somehow, Nancy's face kept imposing itself. Several times she tried to straighten out her fantasy because she knew that she must forget about Nancy and rum her prurient interests to men, but it was to no avail. It continued to feel to her as though it were Nancy's slender hands that were giving her such exquisite pleasure, as wildly she writhed in the throes of her self-induced passion.
Next door, in his vacant motel unit, Raymond Jones had zipped open his pants, his hand going inside the fly to haul out the perversely stiffened length of his aching cock. Then, as he watched his voluptuous young tenant, lying there nakedly exposed beneath her hitched-up skirt, finger-fucking herself, his hand began to move up and down the throbbing shaft of his cock in obscene tempo with her. He didn't find it at all difficult to imagine that he was fucking her. In his imagination, he was right down there with her, covering her, his hard blood-engorged cock fucking like a plunger deep into that tight little cunt of hers. Damn! Look at her go at it, he thought. She's got three fingers in her cunt now, and her thumb's working on her clit! Faster and faster her stimulative hands sped, generating ecstatic sensation in her undulant loins until finally she convulsed in orgasm.
"Ooo - oooouuuuuuuuu aaaaaauuuuuugggggghhhhhh!" Christine moaned aloud as blessed release came to her, easing the almost unbearable tension which had been created in her during her kidnapping. Of course, she thought that it was the old tension she was relieving, the tension instigated by Nancy and released by her own fingers that night she decided to try masturbation.
She relaxed then, her hands pulling away from her satiated loins reluctantly. She lay still, reveling in the subsiding sensations of her orgasm that still shimmered electrically through her body. Oh, I can really sleep now! she thought, I won't bother with my nightgown tonight.
Perched precariously on his chair next door, Raymond Jones gasped out his own satisfaction as with a burning spurt his cock ejaculated hotly in his hand, and he was catching the jetting creamy cum in his handkerchief. Oh God, little lady, he wished. How I'd like to see you get this cock of mine shoved right up your tight, hungry little cunt!
Frank had only gone to make the first telephone call to old Randolph Byloe, but he sure as hell was gone for a long time, Charlie grumbled to himself. He had walked to an outdoor phone at a gas station on the side street. Why he thought that looked less suspicious than anything else, Charlie didn't know, but Frank had done most of the figuring and so far, so good. It seemed he knew what he was doing if no one else was quite sure. Probably old fuzz-head had stopped in to gab with Vince for awhile. Vince had pulled the raw deal, having to stay with the little kid. Something they had all agreed on was that an eight year old boy couldn't be trusted with knowing what was best for himself, and he might get heroic ideas. But it shouldn't take long to bleed the former movie idol with him so afraid people would be reminded of his grandchildren. Once they got the money and could beat it out of here, they planned to just leave the kids in their rooms. The girl wouldn't even know they were gone, and the boy they'd knock out if he wasn't asleep when they left. That would give them plenty of time to "disappear."
Charlie himself had insisted for awhile that they call from somewhere and say it was Raymond's Motel calling and that the kids were there. He wanted to imagine the beet-red face of the old geezer when he heard that his granddaughter had been right under his nose all the time. It had been Frank's idea to stay right in the city in a motel and act as normal as possible because then if the guy did call in the cops, they wouldn't think of such an obvious place and it would be easier to escape a motel in the city than from some abandoned old shack isolated in the country somewhere. Frank was pretty good with the head work, and so was Vince. Charlie, he preferred a joke. He had wanted to call the old guy himself, pretending to be the owner of the motel. He thought it would be a good laugh.
"They're gonna find out anyway, where the kids are," Vince had said. Vince just wanted to get away as fast as possible. "It don't make no sense to take an unnecessary chance!"
"What chance?" Charlie had asked hotly. "What chance are we taking? They can't trace a short call like that!"
"Yeah, but the longer we got to get away, divvy the loot, and separate, the safer we're all gonna be! There'll be kooks who can describe us, you know!" Vince added.
Then Frank put in his two cents worth against the idea. "The kids themselves can do that. If he puts any private eyes on our tail, which he will, we've got to be cleared out pronto, Charlie!"
"Oh, Christ," Charlie had grumbled irritably. What had put him in a bad mood was the realization that they were right more than the fact that he had been outvoted on his chance to have a little fun.
Frank had also pointed out that they had to keep an eye on the newspapers. Those would tell them which way the guy had gone, to his own resources or the cops. Frank said he was going to warn old Byloe that there were a number of men involved and had worked out such an intricate system that the minute they got wind of a private eye getting into the deal, that would be the end of his granddaughter and the beginning of all kinds of publicity about how he cared more for his damn money, etc. They didn't expect to see anything in the newspapers, but they would watch to be sure.
Charlie reached into his breast pocket for another cigarette while he waited for Frank to come back from the initial call to Raymond Byloe's house. Christ he could hardly wait to hear how surprised the old duffer was to discover that they had his personal telephone number. God, he would probably raise hell with the telephone company. Frank said he would think they had gotten the number from the girl but Charlie didn't think Byloe would consider that right away. Frank always made the mistake of thinking everyone could think as good as him. Charlie maybe couldn't think that good, but he sure got more laughs out of life than Frank did. Christ, sometimes Frank was like a cockroach. Charlie would see something that was all kinds of fun and then Frank would start nibbling at it with his reasoning and chew up all the joy! Guess there's certain drawbacks to too many brains!
Now his mind wandered to that boozer, Gladys, who had donated Randolph Byloe's telephone number, not that she knew what they were going to use it for. She would have been a good-looking broad if she'd dyed the gray streaks out of her hair. The three men had come upon her quite casually in a bar. They found her in there getting boozed up because the crusty old Byloe had just fired her after she had been certain she had a good job as his maid for as long as she wanted it. With all her chatter about the old guy's wealth and his fear of scandal, she had proven to be quite an inspiration. That's all they had ever seen of her was that one night. She had come and she had gone, never dreaming that she had left behind her three potentially wealthy men, who had gradually lost their appetite for beer as she talked. Charlie recalled proudly that it was he who had wheedled the telephone number out of her when she was almost knocked out with booze. He had wanted to play a joke on the vain old buzzard, Byloe, but his companions had other ideas.
Gladys had ranted on about her own problems with the crotchety man and his family's problems with him. She talked of the beautiful sixteen year old girl who visited once in a while, usually dragging with her an eight year old blond boy, something that aggravated the old man because he and the boy were not related even though the boy insisted upon calling him Grampa the way his older sister did! Christ, it made the old guy turn the color of a ripening apple, the former maid had told them, from pale green to bright red! He never said anything about it directly to the little boy. Indeed, he never spoke to the kid at all, as far as Gladys could see. But he did tell the girl to please see to it that the boy learned that he was not his grandfather!
"He knows that, Grampa," the beautiful teenaged girl had responded. Gladys said the old fellow had winced even at her use of the aged-sounding word.
"Hell! I'm a grandfather!" Vince had bristled at the callousness of Raymond Byloe. "I wish to hell I could find my grandson to call me 'Grampa!'" he had mumbled into his beer, running one hand through the silvering sandy hair of his bowed head.
Then Charlie had noticed that Frank's eyes had begun to glitter. He couldn't believe that his fuzz-headed friend had finally seen something funny in something. The burly redhead, Charlie, looked at the telephone number he had written down in a little notebook he always carried that was full of funny things he had seen or heard or said. Frank was waiting for Gladys to conk out, too, that was clear. Then maybe they could play their little joke.
As soon as she fell asleep, Frank spoke up, "Christ, do we have it made!" he whispered hoarsely, leaning across the table in confidence although there was no one around except the bartender. "If this guy is afraid of a scandal, and you got his personal telephone number, Charlie, all we gotta do is get our hands on the granddaughter and we can milk him, I'll bet, for a cool million!"
Vince was astonished and promptly objected. He, Charlie, just laughed it off. Honest to God, he had thought Frank was finally joking about something. He couldn't be serious about kidnapping. It was a hell of a serious offense. What if the maid, Gladys, was just talking through her hat, spouting so much rubbish. How did they know she had ever really worked for Raymond Byloe? Why should they believe a cheap tramp like her who just walks in off the street, boozed to the gills at that?
"He'd never go to the cops," Frank was muttering to himself, his eyes on the table, obviously thinking something through.
Vince spoke up, "Maybe the guy would go to the cops! How do we know? What chance would a bunch of amateurs like us have against the cops?" he asked. "They're catching kidnappers all the time. We ain't never kidnapped anyone in our lives!"
"Free meals for the rest of our lives," joked Charlie, who still thought Vince was taking Frank too seriously. "Nice cool meals on ice," he continued when the others didn't laugh. But then he saw that neither was listening to him. Frank was dreaming, and Vince was objecting.
"You mean we base all this risk on what she says!" he exclaimed hotly, pointing his thumb at the sleeping Gladys, who for some reason wore her lipstick in a shape that extended beyond the contour of her lips. Charlie thought it looked like bell, but he also wondered how she did it. He didn't think what the boys were saying was important just yet.
"Of course not," Frank had said. "We got to study up on the guy ourselves, take our time!"
"How do we do that?" Vince asked.
"You just go to a big library and tell them you want all they got on Randolph Byloe: books, magazines, everything. Then we study."
"Christ!"
"The money ain't worth it?"
"I don't know, Frank."
"Let's take it this far at least,"
Frank said, always the good salesman. He knew if they got started on the project, it would be harder to let go. That's what happened, too. As they studied, enthusiasm grew. Randolph Byloe seemed to impress everyone with the same kind of personality that Gladys had described. Frank, too, always spoke about the whole project as though it were something for which they were laying definite plans, and soon they were all talking the same expectant way Frank was!
Charlie couldn't even remember making any decision to get in on it. He had to admit that it had all seemed easier and easier to him as time went on. Their reading confirmed the former maid's description of him pretty well. More than one columnist had picked up and expounded on the old idol's fear of being identified with grandchildren, his dread of appearing aged in the public eye. It sure looked to Charlie as though the last thing the old duffer would do is call in the cops where it concerned letting the public know he was a grandfather. In fact, Vince had pointed out angrily, the only reason the old man would shell out the money was to avoid a scandal, certainly not to save a grandchild from anything. In fact, he pointed out with bitter irony, if Raymond Byloe could get away with it from the newspapers, he would probably be happier to pay the money in order to have the kid rubbed out!
"Huh," Charlie grunted out loud while sitting on the curb and waiting for Frank to return. He was thinking of the waste in killing a beauty like Christine Byloe. God, she could take on that Frenchie, Brigitte Bardot, easy! She was sixteen with a figure and legs and a pair of knockers he'd rather look at now than at Raquel Welch's!
Just then the owner of the motel, Raymond-somebody-or-other, came out of the unit next to theirs. Christ, he's only a young kid, Charlie thought to himself. Hell, it must be pretty soft to be that young and own your own business. Charlie had never had the money to go into business for himself. Even those times when he had a steady job, he found it impossible to save any money. After all, a guy's got to live it up while he's young enough to enjoy life, he always felt. Saving money meant going without a lot of life's luxuries such as beer and cigarettes and women. Women! Christ, speaking of women, his mind was back again on Christine Byloe inside the motel. It was time he looked in on her, probably, see if she had awakened yet.
Before entering, the burly redhead peeked between the open slats of the Venetian blinds. Man, he though, looking first at the sleeping girls voluptuous tits for the hundredth time. Those are some knockers! Then his attention was caught by a piece of white material screwed around one leg. It looked from here like a bandage or a piece of towel or something. Charlie was struck with sudden panic. She wouldn't have tried anything silly, would she? She wouldn't have cut herself.
Quickly, the big man opened the door and stepped into the room. Immediately his breath caught in surprise as he recognized the limp nylon material of her panties!
Although Christine had drawn her legs almost together once she had satisfied her hungry body in her sleep, the panties were still wrapped around the calf of one leg where she had obliviously left it. Even Charlie could figure out what the girl had done in her sleep, and to be certain of his deduction, he bent down to where the short skirt just barely covered her little pussy and took a deep whiff! Aaaahhhhhhhhh! There was no perfume like a woman's cum. he grinned to himself. Hell, the little baby was already hot stuff at her age! Christ he and the boys had decided to do no more than pet her a bit since they had supposed she was virgin. You never know how a broad was going to act to save her virginity, Some of them never gave damn, whereas some would yell bloody murder at the risk of their lives rather than give it up! Frank had pointed out, too, that teenage girls were apt be religious fanatics until they got out of high school and got around. In that case, if she we religious, they could really be in trouble. But hell, this baby was no virgin, Charlie decided, never supposing for a minute that anyone but some man had warmed her up to sex. He went around the bed and sat on a chair beside the sleeping girl. Maybe if he figured out some kind of good campaign, he would be able to get into that hot little cunt without raising a ruckus.
Christine had awakened the minute she sensed the big man bend down over her to smell her pussy. She caught a faint glimpse of him through her thick lashes, but was so paralyzed with surprise that not a muscle moved. She watched the
man's form, blurred by her lashes, move around the bed and sit on a nearby chair. He was breathing oddly like John sometimes did after they had petted for awhile and the boy grew the lust-incited bulge in his pants that, try as he might, he couldn't hide. God, was she going to he raped? Apparently pretending to be asleep was all that was saving her from this man who had the nerve to bend over a smell her.
At first the sixteen year old was indignant, but as the full reality of her situation began to impinge on her consciousness, she felt a stab of remorse at the time she had spent asleep. Not only had she slept but had dreamt of Nancy and the enjoyments of her body when she ought to have stayed awake and figured out what to do! She wasn't even really sure that what these thugs wanted was money, and if they did, and if they got it, what assurance was that that she and Jamie would not be harmed?
There was no doubt that she had to figure a way out of this for both of them, but how does a frail little sixteen year old girl get away from three grown men and rescue her little brother? She doesn't, Christine realized ruefully, not without help from someone! Where in the world would such help come from? She risked opening her pretty green eyes just a little more so that she could see the big redheaded man more clearly. She need not have worried about his seeing her. His eyes traveled no higher than her softly heaving tits and no lower than the tell-tale panties, which she still didn't know were on her leg.
Suddenly all idea began to grow in her brain. This was the biggest, strongest looking man of all three. If she could win one of the men to her side, this would surely be the one to go after. There was no question in the Beverly Hills-raised girl's mind as to how she should go about accomplishing that. Everyone in the world knew that the way to break into films was to seduce a producer. All men succumbed to a woman's influence in the same way. There was no mystery about that. And there was certainly nothing wrong with the favors she had to bargain with, either. If any woman could seduce any man she wanted to, Christine Byloe knew that she could!
So before she could change her mind, the beautiful granddaughter of Raymond Byloe began her campaign ... without subtlety, but one look at his avid face told her that didn't matter. "I guess you think my legs are nice," she said in a surprisingly crisp voice.
Her interruption of his thoughts was so sudden that Charlie was caught off guard and blushed. "They sure are," he admitted and then added. "It ain't only your legs, either, baby.."
She swung the legs in question over the side of the bed, and he rose automatically. Her panties slipped unimportantly onto file floor. She reached out and took hold of his arms at the elbows and stood close to him, her lovely face upturned, lips moistened, and her tongue tip snaked out from between her lips to run in a tiny circle around them.
Had she been able to stand aside and look at herself objectively, she would have been appalled at her brazen behavior, especially with this ox of a man, whom she didn't even know! But she kept in mind all along that it was possible that her life depended upon convincing this man that she could easily be in love with him forever ... or at least available! She had never had a man's bloated cock inside of her hot little cunt, either, so there was some trepidation in her heart, while at the same time, there was some anticipation.
"You ... you're not so bad yourself," she squeaked, wondering why the man made no move to accept her invitation to kiss her. She gathered up more courage and moved in close to him, her hips undulating suggestively as she rubbed her heated loins ill a slight, gentle brushing against the hardened and sensitive shaft of his prick. God, this was fun, she thought.
Charlie gasped involuntarily, and she felt his body tremble. He was obviously completely surprised. That was what the matter was. Well, she would fix that. Brazenly, she reached down and took one of his freckled hands in hers. Placing it on the soft mound of her generous titty, she breathed, "I saw you looking. How does it feel?"
"Christ, kid..." Charlie stammered. He hadn't had enough time to think through a plan, and here she was throwing herself at him. Was she that much of a tramp? He had heard about some of these movie brats. Maybe some of them were that easy!
"Do you know what I want?" she asked in a murmur.
"I ... I ain't sure," he said suspiciously.
"You could find out if You kissed me," she smiled. "I thought that's what you wanted. Maybe was wrong," she sighed.
Charlie wanted to tell her that she wasn't wrong. No, she sure as hell wasn't. This kid clearly wanted him to fuck her as much as he wanted to fuck. He was sure of it, but he couldn't believe it quite yet, either. His fantasies were full of voluptuous women like this, naked women who gave him their charms and favors without restrictions. He didn't know it happened in real life. Hell, he always had to work hard for what he got from a woman ... nothing like this. Suddenly he was afraid that she would change her mind. Almost afraid of breaking her, he carefully gathered her soft, yielding body into his strong, muscled arms, plastering her close and tight. He could feel her tits jutting out and squashing against his ribs and the hardened nippled burning him like twin branding irons, while below, her pubic mound rubbed against the hardness of his quickly blood-filled cock with graphic suggestiveness. He moaned with exhilaration when her pink, moist tongue was insinuated between his lips before he had a chance to think of it himself and probed with delicious, eroticism deep into his own mouth. Christ, she didn't give him a chance to breathe!
In no time at all, her tiny hand was stealing down between their tightly pressed bodies and caressing the telling bulge inside his dampening pants. Christine had always wanted to grab John's cock but had been afraid of leading him on. Now she knew that she had to have this man's bloated prick in her hand. Deftly she zipped open the fly of his trousers, snaked her hand inside, and gripped the hardened warmth of the satin-covered rod of stone.
Charlie was sure when she touched him that he would start cumming in her hand right then. He couldn't find his control. She had overpowered him! It was exquisite. Maybe he was dreaming! Never before had a woman reached out and voluntarily touched his hungry cock to fondle and caress it. Her soft touch almost drove him out of his mind. Suddenly he stopped kissing her, pulled away and sank down into the chair weakly, his mind boggling with the marvel of what was happening to him. He would never have dared hope! Dazedly he watched as she now unbuttoned her blouse herself and took it off. He slid his own hand to the pulsating shaft of his excited cock. God, how it ached. His balls ached too, and somehow, now that all this was happening to him, he was frightened. Suppose he was doing the wrong thing? Suppose it was a plan of hers to get away? But how would she do that! He pushed the disconcerting doubt from his mind.
As she revealed to him the lust-inspiring ripeness of her well-developed tits, softly rounded and milk-white, with their little rosy blossoms centering each one, he was sure that he had never seen anything so beautiful. No woman, not even in a magazine, was as beautiful as this, he was certain.
As she came toward him, then, after throwing her blouse carelessly on the floor, the panting redhead started to get up, but she gently pushed him back down into the chair with her tiny hands on his big shoulders. Christ, he was sweating like a mule!
Coming between his legs, she put her arms around the back of his neck and pressed her titties against his face. "Oh, kiss them!" she murmured. "Kiss them and suck them just like you did your mother's!"
Charlie needed no second invitation. He buried his face in the warm, soft flesh, his own arms going around her to draw her close, as he kissed the full, satin-skinned softness of her tits. Then, he had a tiny-coral-pink nipple in his mouth, and he was sucking on its coned-out hardness. It was incredibly stimulating for him. Below, his under-used cock lurched with bloating lust. Christ, he was sure that he was going to cum at any minute, just like a kid! Desperately, he pushed her away.
"Wait a minute," he rasped, but she was already dropping to her knees, determined to use this stranger to satisfy all the urges she had built up from her avid pornographic reading. Her young ovalled lips came down over the sensitive head of his swollen cock, tightened excitingly around the hard rim, and he felt the warm sweet moistness of her mouth as her tongue lashed wetly and swirled around the tip of it. God, he couldn't stop her. He just couldn't! Besides, he'd have a new erection in no time. Never in his life had he been attacked by a woman! He had pretended to be when he masturbated, never dreaming it could really happen to him.
If he had been excited before when contemplating this kid and how her hot little body would feel, the sensations he experienced at that moment when she started to actually suck his cock without being forced to rocketed him out of this world. He looked down to see the thick hardness of his expanding prick disappearing lewdly up into her buttery sucking lips, and he practically lost his mind with delirious rapture. Christ, she's really sucking me off! Ooohhhhhh! it was almost unreal!
He knew he couldn't stand much of it for long before round one would be over, but there were going to be other rounds whether she wanted it or not as long as he knew she was no virgin. And sure enough, as Christine began to exert a stronger sucking pressure, her lips slowly nibbling up and down the rock-hard veined shaft of his pulsing prick, he was suddenly spewing his cum deep into her mouth and throat.
"Aaaaaauuuuuggghhhhhh!" he moaned, his rapture knowing no bounds as he watched her hesitate, lose some, and then begin swallowing voraciously. "God! That feels good!" he could not help admitting.
Christine paid no attention to what he said, though. She was too excited by this new experience. With mounting excitement, she drank the copious semen that the big man had ejaculated. She kept right on sucking, not really knowing when to stop and enjoying it too much to care.
Charlie slumped back happily in the chair. Christ, this kid was going to keep his exhausted cock erect with stimulation until he was ready to fill her demanding little cunt hole with lust-inflamed hardness. That's what he wanted next. God, he had gone off like a stick of dynamite on a short fuse! But now with all her licking and sucking, his cock was remaining stiff and swollen with desire. The head of his cock was getting more and more sensitive, almost painfully so, and he winced but with pleasure as the sucking went on. Finally, he couldn't stand any more of it, and he was good and ready, he knew. His hands, trembling with the emotion of the unexpectedly strange experience, went out to either side of her dark head to lift her mouth free of his lustfully throbbing prick.
"That's it, baby," he told her. "You done a good job!"
Looking up at him, she smiled and asked, "You mean you're ready again? You ... you'll be able to fuck me?" She got up and kissed him full on the mouth!
The big burly redhead tasted with delight the pungent flavor of his own sperm in her mouth as her tongue lashed wetly, searchingly into his mouth, Then she was breaking the kiss and gasping.
"What's Your name?"
Without thinking, he answered, "Charlie." There was a slight lingering fear in him that the boys would not agree with the wisdom of his behavior, Yet he could think of no problems it could cause. Then she leaned back against the little table next to his chair and hiked her skirt above her waist.
"Aren't you going to take off your pants, Charlie?" she asked. She went over and sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him inquisitively. It all happened so fast!
"Yeah," he mumbled as he rapidly kicked his loafers and took off his pants and shorts in one movement. Meanwhile, Christine stretched herself out on the bed, her hips hanging just over the edge toward him, her legs pulled up and spread widely, obscenely. Wow!
He took one look at her, lying there ready for him, her hips undulating in tiny circles under her, the moist pink mouth of her cunt pulled wide open for his entrance by her hands pulling lewdly on either side of her glistening cuntal slit, and his hardened cock jumped lurchingly and grew even harder. Christ Almighty, this was unbelievable! He'd never had a dream come true before! Maybe things were changing and this was a good omen for the future. He had never before had a woman offer him her naked pussy without any question at all. He had to get his love-starved cock into her in a big hurry before she changed her mind or simply disappeared as he woke up from this crazy dream.
Christine looked hotly down through the deep valley of her milk-white tits and saw him come in between her legs, the lancing, bloated rod of his prick throbbing with male desire, blood-engorged, thick and hard, and she smiled with expectant anticipation. She knew that the first time she was going to have to hang on to herself because of the pain of losing her virginity, and she was grateful that for all his bulky size, his cock was not as big as some she had seen pictures of. But she was excited to think that she was finally going to get a real cock inside of her!
"Hurry!" she gasped. "Shove that hard cock of yours into my thirsty cunt, Charlie, and fuck me! Quick! One hard jab" She had decided that would be the least painful. Her hand was there to guide him before he reached her. He stood between her widespread thighs anti flexed his hips forward. His pulsating cock went in a little way and stopped.
"Hard, I said"' she commanded so imperiously that he dared not disobey, and pulling his prick out to the very opening of her tight little hole, he plunged inward with all his might, knowing with surprise as he went deep inside her resisting hole that he had taken her virginity after all! Yet that couldn't be! his addled brain told him. No woman acts this sexy without loads of experience. Though stunned, he felt the sheath of her cunt seem to swallow him and nibble at him, much as her mouth had done only moments before. It was heavenly warm and moist, and it fit him like an extra tight velvet glove. The clinging, clasping action of her inner cunt was driving the man insane. With feral wildness, he began to fuck in and out of her warmly flowing tight cunt hole, pulling at the inner flesh unmercifully so that Christine drew blood when she bit her lips to stifle any cry. His rough hands reached up to her gorgeous tits to caress them in his eagerness. Christ, this was really wild and absolutely out of this world! He felt as though he was going to go right out of his skull with ecstasy!
CHAPTER FOUR
As soon as he had rounded the corner of the motel, coming from where Vince had the boy, Frank saw that Charlie had gone inside. At least, he hoped that's what Charlie had done! He hoped the big man hadn't wandered off to get himself some cigarettes or something! Charlie made Frank just a little uneasy. He wasn't the brightest guy to have around on a job like this. Frank had, in fact, considered the possibility of leaving Charlie out of the deal at the very beginning. Unfortunately it had been Charlie who had gotten his hands on the telephone number and who wanted to play his little joke on old Randolph Byloe. He and Vince couldn't very well get the number away from Charlie without telling him some excuse that was a better one than playing a joke. There was little else that interested the big man outside of money.
Frank had reasoned that Charlie would have insisted upon playing his joke by calling old Byloe and really queering it for any other plan. Of course, the old man would have changed his number immediately, then where the hell would they have been? Judging from what Gladys had told them, Frank was fairly positive that no grandchild of Byloe's would be entrusted with his personal number, so where would they get the new one? Anyway, as the plan turned out, they really needed three men. He and Vince could never have done it alone, and taking a different guy in would have meant Charlie was left out ... knowing who had the number!
Frank sighed. So far Charlie had done all right. If the big redhead was not so good on the brainy side, he could at least take orders pretty well and was pleasant to have around. It was incredible what the guy found to laugh at, but laughter was preferable to complaints, and you had to hand it to the big ox, he never complained.
Just then Frank approached unit ten, and on the way by the big picture window in front, he automatically peeked in, then stopped, dumbfounded. He could hardly believe his eyes! The dope didn't even know enough to pull the shades when he fucked a woman! Then Frank felt a brief flurry of anger. What was Charlie doing fucking the kid when they had all agreed it was too dangerous? Still, everything must have gone all right, or they would have known about it by now!
Very softly, the lanky man with the small fuzzy head got as close to the door as he dared without bringing attention to his eavesdropping from any observers and listened for a moment. Then quietly, he twisted the knob and opened the door a crack. Inside, he saw clearly the young captive on the edge of the bed, practically naked, while old Charlie was giving her a fuck she would long remember. Frank struggled to suppress a chuckle. Fascinated, he watched the scene for a long moment before closing the door again before he was seen. Jauntily he strolled over to the motel office to pick up a pack of cigarettes. He was going to need a smoke right now and a little later, too. He was even grateful that Charlie had pulled this off. It kind of opened the way for him!
Christine Byloe responded to her eager kidnapping lover, her loins grinding up against him as he stood there at the edge of the bed slamming his long slim, bloated cock deep into the warm wet tightness of her still mildly resisting cuntal walls. Not for a moment had she turned aside from her goal once she had determined to go through with
it. It helped immensely that she was able to become aroused by the animal-like act with the big man. Her affair with Nancy Cooper was over, she could see that. If she couldn't do better, she'd even take John for a time. God, how her tension was building! She wanted and needed a sexual release now as deeply as she wanted to persuade Charlie to help her. As she lay there now on the high motel bed, taking the hardened shaft of this stranger into her young devouring cunt, she was in an ecstatic rapture, her orgasm only moments away.
"Oooooohhhhhh! He's such a marvelous animal! she thought, wondering if all men were this good or whether she just might decide to devote herself to him after all. She could probably get him hired as a gardener or something. "Oooooohh!"
"Come on!" she urged. "Fuck me hard! I can take all the cock you can shove into me, Charlie! Especially you," she added as an afterthought.
Mad with passion, Charlie responded like a pile-driver, fucking ever harder with his stone-like cock, cleaving her to the very last millimeter of his thick length with every pelvis-slamming fuck.
Suddenly, then, she was there, her body convulsing in a heaven-sent release. "Ooohhhhhh," she moaned. "I'm ... I'm cummiiiinnnggg nooowww! Aaauuuggghhh!"
Charlie, red-faced with his exertion, watched her passion-contorted face as her orgasm burst over her, and he really fucked now for several cunt-plumbing strokes, for he felt his own searing release coming. Then he fucked into her for the final plunge and held himself rigidly in place as his hot thick sperm hosed through him to splash far up into the tight moist confines of her wildly contracting cunt.
"Uuuuuugggggghhhhhh!" he gasped out chokingly.
Outside, Frank puffed on a cigarette for what he considered a reasonable length of time and looked around the little courtyard. The place wasn't as filled as he had expected. He had thought the first nine units were taken. Of course, come to think of it, he had told Raymond Jones that he wasn't sure of the number of nights they would stay so Jones had probably given him the unit that had no reservations for several nights. Well, that made sense.
He thought of the innocent kid who owned the dump with some amusement now. Christ, if he only knew the wealth that was being carried right under his nose! There were a lot of things going on under the kid's nose, Frank thought with a chuckle, and a lot more things were going to happen, too. He was thinking at that moment of the voluptuous broad that Raymond Byloe's granddaughter had turned out to be. She was certainly some chick with all that gleaming chestnut hair. Her sixteen year old body was incredibly curvaceous, with high mounding tits even without a brassiere and softly tapered thighs. God, he could drool just remembering! Yes sir, beauty ran in both sexes in that family, but of course Randolph Byloe had been able to marry the best and so had his son, what with all their money. That's the way it goes, Frank shrugged. Them that has, gets more! Well, them that has was going to include him very soon!
Throwing the stub of his second cigarette on the ground, Frank finally decided it was time to make his entrance and demand his share of the plunder. He didn't even bother to peek in the window this time. Besides, it was beginning to get dark out, and he doubted that he could see much of anything now anyway. So he opened the door as though he had just returned to the unit for the first time since leaving Charlie on the curb in front. Charlie was just stuffing his limp cock back into his pants, and the cunt, her legs still openly spread on the edge of the bed, looked almost asleep! Christ, he didn't know the big guy had it in him! Charlie blushed and tried to hurry when the door opened.
"Think nothing of it," Frank put up a hand to allay the fears of the burly man. "You pulled it off. That's all that matters now," he assured him. "Maybe you had better relieve Vince so he can make the second call, though, or had you forgotten about that?" Frank had planned that each of them make a call to impress on the old screen idol the feeling that this was a big operation, with lots of people involved, and not something to be fooled with.
"Yeah ... yeah, sure, F ..." Charlie started to say until Frank's stony glare cut off the use of his name. Trying to cover his slip, the big man grinned crookedly. "Fucking good time here," he said lamely. "She's really after the cock and balls, this one!"
Christine suddenly realized that there was someone else in the little room, and she bounded up, grabbing her panties and blouse from the floor. Frank pretended that it all meant nothing to him at all. He had no intentions of jumping right into her panties, anyway. he wanted to he very sure he was going to be able to get away with it the same as Charlie had without her yelling for help. It seemed unlikely, but who knows? You always had to he sure of things. Maybe she just had a yen for redheads but not for fuzz-tops like Yul Brynner and himself. He had found there were lots of women who didn't like that sort of thing even though his wife always had before she ran out on him a few years back.
So he watched the Byloe girl get dressed and waved the still uncertain and embarrassed Charlie out the door. After the big man had gone and the curvaceous broad stood sullenly and uncertainly before him, he said,
"Thought you'd like to know things are going pretty well." There was more tenderness in his voice than he had intended to have. He felt a little sorry for the kids really. It wasn't their fault their grandfather had money, or Christine's grandfather anyway. "You ain't got to worry," he soothed her. "Long as you're real good to us. But you know, I'm the boss of this here. It's to me you should be real good," he told her, all the while edging up to her. The fragrance of her womanliness seemed to fill the room. He felt his head whirl and pulled himself away to go to the big window and close the blinds and flip the light switch next to the door. The room flooded with a dull yellow light that seemed to emphasize the length of her lashes and the height of her Byloe cheek bones. God, she was beautiful!
Frank just couldn't help himself. He strode to her and took her solidly into his arms, his lips seeking hers. But the girl writhed desperately in the circle of his arms, trying to escape. She twisted her head aside and choked, "Please! Let me go! Please!"
Christine had been unable to follow up her sexual assault on Charlie with promises of undying devotion. They had been interrupted before she had quite recovered from the physical side of the affair. She was afraid that if she allowed this man to have his way, Charlie would hear about it and not believe in her. God, she needed his help. Maybe she could believe this one's assurances that she would be all right, but how could she be sure?
"When I'm ready," the boss of the operation panted, his lean strong arms drawing her close, his eager loins grinding hard against hers. His prick had leaped to almost instant erection the minute he had touched her, and the passionate lust rising in his starved body felt almost as though he had been slugged in the belly. "I got you," he said more sternly. "There ain't no going back now," he was admitting to himself more than speaking to her.
Christine didn't know what to do. If he was really the boss, then she wasn't at all sure she wanted to aggravate him. Maybe he was jealous of what he had seen, of his friend's making out with her successfully. Oh God, what was the best thing to do? She felt below the monstrous bulge of his hard cock grinding into her warming loins. It seemed much, much bigger than Charlie's, yet this man seemed so much smaller in structure. It was terribly exciting to feel it pressing against her belly, raising in her a momentary doubt in her choice of Charlie after all. Maybe this was the man to convince she was a catch for life ... if he was the boss! His hands were smoothing caressingly down her back until he was cupping and massaging the soft pliancy of her full-mooned asscheeks.
God, she was soft and nice! Christ Almighty!
Against her will, her mind not yet made up, Christine felt the completely uncontrolled and building tension of more sexual need glowing deep in her belly. She had never realized that it happened in such rapid succession! It didn't with Nancy! He was so strong and virile and obviously big in the cock! But there was no way she could admit her own need to him until she was sure it was the thing to do. After all, more was at stake than just sex! It was imperative that she back away from the sexual temptation and do so without hurting him. She sensed that one wrong word or gesture could be devastating. He could be a fearful enemy if she rejected his advances too bluntly.
"I ... I've just ... you know," she explained lamely, pushing herself away to arms length. "I ... I haven't really caught my breath!" Surely that was believable. It was amazing though how the sear of lust flaming inside her body already was nerve wracking. It was all she could do to stand there restraining herself from flinging into his arms and letting nature take its course, she felt so hot again.
He surprised her by seeming to understand.
"Let's have a drink then," he suggested. The rule had been laid down among the men that there would he no alcohol, but both Frank and Vince knew this was because they didn't want Charlie drinking. He got so silly in certain stages of drink that he could easily blow it all. Besides, he didn't know when to stop.
She didn't dare refuse that much, and she could hold her liquor. It had been around the house and available to her for as long as she could remember. She accepted the healthy double shot of bourbon he poured for her without batting an eyelash. It would have been nice to have ice, but she knew better than to ask him to get some.
Frank took a matching amount for himself and put the bottle back into the bureau drawer where he had hidden it behind the big bible that was in there. He was sure that a double shot would knock some sense into her head without his having to convince her with words or threats. She was obviously in heat again in spite of what she said about needing a rest. He sat on the edge of the bed opposite the edge where she sat and watched her drink. She quickly downed about a quarter of her drink without so much as a wince. This broad was used to alcohol, he saw with amazement. She was really used to it. He took a swallow of his own, and it warmed and calmed him. He would not drink too much, he thought, just enough to keep her going.
When she was close to the bottom of her glass, Frank nonchalantly rose from the bed and got the bottle out of the dresser drawer again. They had both drunk silently. She was thinking and he was watching. She was trying to decide what to do, and he already knew what she was going to do once he had her relaxed enough. Again he poured her a generous amount of bourbon. He could detect the faint signs, in spite of her prowess, that told him she was already feeling the effects of the first one.
Christine had thought that the drink would relax her as it had in a way, but it had done nothing to help the tension created by her need for a man. If anything, the glow in her loins was flaming higher and she felt the moisture seeping down between the swollen inner lips of her already twice satiated pussy. Inside her skimpy blouse, her tits tingled, the nipples erect and aching once again with prurient need. By the end of this second drink she realized that this man was indeed the man she should impress with her beauty and availability. What had she been thinking of to refuse the boss of the operation? Of course!
Suddenly, on impulse, she wanted him to see her, to see what a beautiful, naked woman really looked like. She was sure that this alone would dissuade him from hurting her in any way. Men didn't hurt beautiful women! At least, they didn't kill them ... she didn't think. She picked up her drink from the chair which she was using as a table and drained the alcohol quickly. Then she was once again unbuttoning her blouse, loosening it from her shoulders, shaking it off. Carelessly she flung it away from her.
"Now take a good look," she instructed, turning toward him. She placed herself in what she thought would be the most becoming position.
Frank stared at her hard. When she made her move, she certainly moved! His cock leaped to rigid attention, and again he felt the hard, throbbing blow in his gut. Goddamn! Christ Almighty! He couldn't believe the broad was only sixteen. There, smiling up at him, was the very gift he had come after ... far in advance of when he had expected it to be offered. Frank didn't try to understand. He only reacted. It was time. With a quickly indrawn gasp of pleasure, he leaned down over her. His hand went out eagerly to touch the unbelievable softness of her titty, his gentle caress of it electric, sending violent signals all along Christine's overloaded nerve-endings. She liked his tenderness, and she wanted him to take her sexually. She could sense that the experience would be very different from Charlie, far less bumbling.
He could tell what she wanted. Astonished he realized that she did indeed want him. She wanted him right then. She wanted him to fuck her! He didn't hesitate. This was the moment he thought he was going to have to wait awhile for ... that he suspected might never even come! But this was the moment for action all right! Deliberately, he lowered his head toward hers. She closed her beautiful green eyes. Her lips parted moistly, and the tiny pink tip of her tongue darted out to lick sensuously over her upper lip.
Frank's hand massaged the full, soft mound of her tit caressingly, and he felt the hardened cone of her nipple against the palm of his hand. Christ! His potent, swollen cock lurched against the tight confinement of his pants, pulsing with his desire. Then his mouth was on hers, kissing her, her lips warm and alive and moving sinuously beneath his. Unbidden, a low moan escaped him, for now her darting tongue teased wetly in tiny circles all around his lips before suddenly lashing erotically between them to search the inside of his mouth. It was heady, stimulating, and he was sure that if his cock kept jerking the way it was. He would cum in his pants.
His own tongue actively jousting with hers as he kissed her, he tasted the sweet-sour of her mouth and he breathed the fumes of alcohol they had shared back and forth. He was a little disappointed that he had to get it that way. Charlie hadn't. But he didn't dwell on it. The urgency in his loins was more important. Christ! I've got to get it into her!
His hand smoothed down searchingly, exploringly, over the silky softness of her naked back until his hand was filled with her skirt-covered asscheeks, feeling them firm yet pliant. He dug his fingers in massagingly deep, eliciting a mewling moan from low in her throat as one of her hands went up behind his neck, the other stealing downward, between them, to find the bulging outline of his lust-engorged cock-shaft. Her fingers traced it upward toward his belt, where the bloated head lay tight against his abdomen, and she thrilled to find it so lengthy, so thick and hard, the beat of it coming right through his pants to her lewdly exploring fingers. 'Oooooohhhhhh, the wanton future sex-queen moaned to herself. He's nice' And it's so much bigger and harder than Charlie's was! God! How wonderful it is to touch! Like a soft animal!' She had to have it, then! She wanted it in her hand to feel the masculine power and the soft animal-like feeling that she now knew it would have. She wanted to caress its hardened length, then take it lovingly into her mouth to nibble and suck upon to show him just how much he needed her, how much he needed to help her! She searched for and found the metal zipper tab and lowered it. Then, her heart pounding with anticipation, her hand slipped inside his pants to snake Out the licentiously pulsating shaft of his massively bloated cock.
Frank gasped into her mouth, and she was aware that his lean body was trembling like an aspen in a light breeze. Her tiny hand grasped the thick shaft and when her fingers wouldn't encircle it, it was her turn to gasp. This one was really huge! Now more excited, she worked the heavy foreskin back over the blood-inflated head of her captor's stony cock, her fingers moving upward then to caress the already lubricated head. As her hand began to smooth over it, his hips jerked backward and away. Christ, he was embarrassed! It was all so sudden and so beautiful and so unexpected as well as such a long time since he'd fucked a woman that he was afraid he was going to cum before they'd even gotten started!
When she had first opened his fly so boldly, his heart had begun to beat like a trip hammer. Christ, how he enjoyed her caresses there, along the swollen hardness of his frustrated, starving cock. It was when she tantalized the ultra-sensitive head that his hips jerked spasmodically. She was looking up at him as though she were actually hurt! Her eyes were glazed and she still held onto his cock. Christ, he'd never felt so manly in his life!
"It ... it's been a long time," he croaked in explanation. "We ... we been too busy to fuck, you see!"
"C ... can't you cum more than once?" she asked, her green eyes as wide in mock innocence as their slanted shape would allow them to widen.
"Yeah, yeah, of course," Frank averred stoutly, not really as sure as he wished to sound. Sometimes he could and sometimes he couldn't.
He didn't understand her tinkling laugh as she rolled away from him, but she began unbuttoning the waistband of her skirt and wiggling it down over her hips, catching her little nylon panties with her thumbs as she went so that her beautiful curly dark cunt peeked out at him immediately. Before he knew what was happening, her hands had unbuckled his belt, and she was pushing his pants down, too. Then, lying back completely naked, her knees flexed and parted obscenely, she cooed drunkenly.
"Come on. Let's have some fun with sex."
The long-frustrated kidnapper was over her in an instant, feeling her grasp his lust-bloated prick and guide him in between her milk-white legs, his lust-engorged cock sinking deeply into her mildly resisting damp cuntal hole. There was no time this time to savor the exquisite sensations that surged through him. Mindlessly, he fucked several times, and in a shimmering flood of ecstasy, his goddamned prick exploded deep up inside her warm wet cuntal sheath to jet his creamy semen in wild spasmodic pumpings against the far back wall of her cunt.
Christ! he moaned to himself. It was over already! He'd only started and all he could do now was pray he could raise it again before he and the boys had to switch around for the third telephone call. There were things he wanted to do to her, do to her good! For a kid her age, she seemed to know the ropes, though, may be she ...
Just then her fingers traced his small lean face, touching him gently, almost as though she were studying his features in Braille, with her eyes half-closed. "Mmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned. She sounded as though she honest-to-God liked him! He looked into her face stupidly. Christ, all his old lady ever really liked was his paycheck! When that stopped, she went!
Christine's laugh tinkled sexily again. She squirmed under him, and he rolled to his side of the bed, pulling his deflating cock from her cum-flooded cunt with a moist pop. Then she was in his arms! She was kissing him while her hand reached down between them to fondle his half-softened virile cock. He breathed a sigh of relief around her darting tongue. Almost immediately his long unused prick came up hard again, erectly alert. It was then that she broke the kiss and murmured lewdly,
"You sure can cum more than once!" Then she was writhing away from him and getting to her knees. Kneeling over him, she said, "Take all your clothes off, darling! We're really going to fuck this time!" Christ, why hadn't he thought of that?
She kicked off her sandals and sat down on the edge of the bed to watch him undress his lanky body. In a matter of moments he was naked.
Raymond Jones had seen Charlie lumber off happily in the direction of the other unit the men had taken. The motel owner was now certain that they were all here together. He had thought, though, that the lanky, fuzz-headed one, Thomas Eaton, was supposed to be the woman's husband, yet this redhead had come out, fiddling with his belt, looking satisfied with himself, Course, he could have been taking a leak. Raymond regretted the fact that he couldn't have sneaked into the other unit for a short peek ... just to be sure. As it was, he checked his register. It read "Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Eaton." Maybe he only thought he saw the lanky one writing it, but why did it matter so much? What the hell did he care who they were or what they were doing beyond the amusement they afforded him when he had the time to indulge himself? The redhead had come out shortly after the thin guy went in. Now the thin guy was in there for a time. Maybe what he had here was a high-priced whore these guys had chipped in on. She sure looked it!
Now the motel owner noticed something else. The lanky guy hall pulled the blinds! Still, it was getting dark enough they'd need light in there anyway. Raymond made up his mind. This was a bad time of the evening to be away from the desk, but only a few minutes wouldn't hurt. He put on the lights of his motel a little earlier than usual and
stole once again across the courtyard to unit number nine. Inside he stiffened suddenly and cocked his ear toward the right wall. He chuckled to himself. It did sound as though they were having a good time doing something.
It didn't take him long to satisfy his overwhelming curiosity about what that something might be! Feverishly, he climbed up on the chair, removed the painting and plastered his avid eye to the peephole trained on the bed. They were both naked all right, and there they lay in full view. God, she was beautiful. He couldn't recall ever seeing a more gorgeous woman in there or anywhere else for that matter. God, he didn't have time! Not really! But his cock had come to instant attention the minute he saw her so nakedly exposed like that and with a man this time! Maybe Raymond thought, I can just get it over with and get back to the desk, and with that he succumbed, opening his zipper, taking out his handkerchief and preparing himself for his own satisfaction.
On the bed in the next unit, Frank and his captive lay in sensual embrace, his hands roaming over her body exploringly. Christ, he'd never felt any body like this! She, too, was caressing and massaging his shoulders and neck, his chest and flat, hard belly. Finally the man's hand slipped down across her belly to her dark hair-covered pubic mound. Lewdly, she parted her legs for him, and he was kissing her and rubbing at her pussy at the same time. Frank was all flustered. Christ, he wanted this to go on forever and forever! He was half-afraid to do anything for fear that she would suddenly stop him. The whole experience was so unbelievable!
As though she could read his mind, Christine gently but firmly reached down between them, took the uncertain man's middle finger and guided it to her erect and throbbing clitoris. His fingers played there ecstatically, and he felt the shock of his own touch reverberate through her gorgeous body and heard her gasp of pleasure! Her dark hair was flailing back and forth while her loins writhed undulantly up against his tantalizing fingers. And then she was miraculously moaning.
"Oh, God, darling, why don't you go ahead and kiss me there! I want you to lick me, to suck my cunt for me!"
Feeling as though he had been transported straight to heaven by some mistake in the cosmic order of things, Frank's mind boggled at the thought. He trembled all over as he began to slither downward over her creamy white flesh with its patches of attractive tan, and Christine, who had been lying partly on her side, shifted over to her back, her thighs splaying wide and a look of completely depraved lewdness spreading across her lovely face in expectant anticipation.
Frank was almost sure that she was just a mirage at this point. As he lowered his head down between the smooth white softness of her velvet thighs, he closed his eyes and inhaled the perfume of her body as he sucked and tongued a snail's path downward. Then, her delicate hands were there on his fuzzy head, her fingers guiding him as though he needed any direction! Now he opened his eyes and gazed at the tiny, throbbing pink button, almost hidden in its fleshy slit, and his wet tongue lashed out to lick its short, hardened length. He knew from the way her body lurched, her fingers on his head guiding him urgently, and the mewling moans of pleasure that began to issue from her lips almost unceasingly, that he was really exciting her! He ... Frank, the fuzz-head, they called him! His wife's parting shot had been, "Yul Brynner you ain't!" Maybe he was better! The power of her reaction told him something that he had always wondered about. Just because a woman's reaction was dead, didn't mean it was his fault!
Redoubling his efforts in gratitude and self-confidence, Frank licked at Christine Byloe voraciously and inhaled the heady feminine tang of her loins, tasted the sweet-saltiness of her skin and secretions, while he blessed heaven for the resurrection of his expired cock earlier. Christ, what if he had missed this! But it was standing upright, hard and throbbing, harder than he could ever remember it! Christ, he was going to fuck this bitch all the way to her orgasm, that was for sure! He wanted to get started, he was so hard and it ached so bad, but he would wait for her signal. He wasn't about to spoil anything with impatience!
Her dark hair flailing, moaning unceasingly, her fingers clawing at the skin of his almost unprotected skull to pull his lust-inciting mouth harder in against her gyrating loins, Christine was beyond the point of no return, turned on and programmed for sexual intercourse for men now, and she had to have cock in her cunt right then!
"Ooooohhhhh, God, lover! I'm so hot! I'm ready for you! Let's fuck now, darling! Fuck me now!" she moaned.
Frank raised his small head as her hands relaxed and released it. He was looking up over the dark curly mound, out along the white, quaking plane of her belly, and between the soft mounds of her tits. Somehow, he couldn't believe that she was saying it, that a gorgeous upper-crust woman like her would use that exciting word! He was both shocked and pleased, but he didn't move quite fast enough for her.
"Come on!" she demanded. "Fuck me! I've got to have your cock in my cunt fucking me, or I'll go out of my mind! Darling, fuck me!"
Christine's green eyes were closed, her head flailing uncontrollably, as the feverish man levered himself up over her and wedged his hips down into the splayed angle of her thighs, her hand going down automatically to grip and guide the massive rock-hard shaft of his pulsing cock to the opening of her devouringly hungry cunt.
He wanted to tease her more, this demanding cunt, but his reason and his own need argued against it. Looking down, he enjoyed briefly the sight of his blood-bloated cock-head lined up with her moist throbbing little cunthole, and as she removed her fingers, he drove the hard rod deep and true all the way up inside the tightly gripping walls in one mighty lunge, using all the strength of his back and legs. He hit bottom. His chunky cock-head was lodged up against the bottom of her belly inside, and she gasped with the pain of it. Her tender flesh was abraded inside, and he had fucked up inside so hard so hard so that their pubic hairs had smacked violently together and become softly entangled.
"Ooohhhhhh," she groaned, expressing the slight discomfort. She opened her beautiful green eyes and looked up into his face, hanging there just above hers. Her vision was clear. This was the second man to tuck her in less than an hour and she had to admit that she was loving it all! Buried deep in her searing, voracious cunt was a really manly cock, the biggest so far, and she wanted it, wanted to be fucked to death by it! Plans to use this man to escape or save her life had fallen into secondary consideration. There was no denying the reality of her tremendous arousal. Her need was stupendous. John would never satisfy it. Her life at home had to change. For the first time she understood why her mother was never around unless she had a man with her. Maybe her husband had never been enough. Both body and mind really cried out fiercely for sex, she now understood. How could one possibly deny this force? Frank was fucking smoothly, driving his huge cock deeply in and out of her seething cunt.
"Ooohhhhh," she groaned, this time in ecstasy. "Fuck me! Fuck me forever!" she begged.
Her appetite was obviously insatiable, she decided. She could feel his long thick cock throbbing heavily up inside her quivering belly, cleaving her with a hugeness that completely filled her nakedly spread young cunt. Steadily upward, her lusty passion soared. She was ecstatic, boundlessly ecstatic, almost ready to explode like a volcano blowing its top, as delicious sensations crowded in on her, sensations she had thought were had only with another woman up until today. But these were so much stronger! So much better! Countering, her loins bucked up against the criminal stud mounting her, and she urged him on.
"Deeep! Haarrdder! Fuck me hard and deep and fast!"
Christ, Frank thought in amazement. He slammed into her like a pile-driver, fucking with all the power of his man's body into her incredibly insatiable little cunt.
Then suddenly, everything let go inside of Christine. Her body spasmed convulsively, and her rapture soared to the heights as the most exquisite sensations that she had yet experienced charged electrically through her body. Her legs scissored out to either side of his pounding hips, her toes curling, chest heaving, and her eyes rolled about unfocused and unseeing in their sockets.
Still fucking and pounding away above her, Frank looked down into her beautiful face and watched the cascade of beautific emotions washing across it. His heart leaped with the knowledge that he was causing it, that his virile body fucking his lust-hardened cock deep into the clasping hungry hole of her seething cunt was doing this much to a woman! God, he knew the score now! A man just had to find the right woman!
Sliding in and out of the tightly nibbling cuntal sheath of his captive sixteen year old beauty, Frank felt the expanding lurchings of his cock signaling his own coming release. Searingly his semen began pumping through the thick length of his prick and he gave himself over to the complete enjoyment of the sensation. God, it was the ultimate of all human experience, Frank knew! If the money they got bought him a woman like this, then it was all worth it! With all of his strength he fucked into the depths of her wildly spasming cunt several more times, almost as though he were pounding a hard, fleshy stake into her, perhaps, symbolically, to make her his. He grunted his satisfaction as he plunged deeply for a final thrust before he collapsed on top of the lusty teenager and thrilled to the almost endless pumpings of his cock emptying its load of sperm deep into the girl's clasping, drinking cunt. Christ, I'm still cumming, he thought to himself.
Watching through his secret peephole, Raymond Jones was being eaten by the corrosive acid of pure envy. He was almost in an unreasonable rage with jealousy! As he watched the two people on the bed writhing in sexual intercourse, wild with excitement, he began to wonder about the feasibility of opening a motel chain around the world. What good was it if he never took the time to live meanwhile? How many years would his dream take? If he could only count on just a few years, he could stand the frustrations perhaps, but he had already learned that it is one thing to dream and another to push that dream into reality. The pushing seemed to be all uphill as far as he could see. It sure made a guy think of robbing a bank or something. Somehow it seemed terribly unfair to have to work so hard for so little ... But he had gone through these moods before, and he knew he would go through them again. I don't have to wait until the dream is all built and complete, he always managed to remind himself. I just have to get things started, get them rolling so I don't have to push so hard by myself.
Lying on the bed beneath this strange man who had kidnapped her earlier today for ransom, Christine was completely satisfied sexually at last. She couldn't have asked for more, it didn't seem to her. Her physical body glowed from the intensity of her relief, but now her mind seethed. Where did she go from here?
Raymond Jones had quietly found his satisfaction as well, if it were possible to call it that. Zipping up his pants and tossing the semen-moistened handkerchief into the little wastebasket in the empty unit, the owner clambered down from his chair after returning the picture to the wall. God, he wished he could find some way into that cunt, but who knows whether or not he may have lost some customers by now. He hoped not! It only put his day of success that much farther into the future, and the future was getting more and more difficult to wait for!
CHAPTER FIVE
Vince thought it was about time somebody swapped jobs with him. He told the guys he got claustrophobia easily, but here he was, going buggy, cooped up with an eight year old kid, whose blue eyes kept staring soulfully at the older man from the spot on the bed where he had been sprawled all evening almost without moving. The kid had quieted down after a short time of tears and begging to see his sister. Vince thought he would rather deal with the tears and the pleas than with the sad little jellyfish he had become afterwards. The boy's captive jailer sighed. He could sure use a good stiff drink, and he had every intention of getting rip-roaring drunk after they had the money and had successfully parted to go their separate ways as agreed. But right now he was almost out of his mind with a boredom that he was accustomed to drinking away immediately.
Frank was supposed to pick up some sandwiches on his next trip to the telephone. God, he was starving! By noon tomorrow, if all went well, they should be on their way. Vince didn't think they would get the whole million, though. The old guy had told him that there was no way he could come up with that much money that fast. Frank still thought he could raise it. Frank said Byloe had enough equity in the house alone to get that much as a mortgage.
"A guy like him can come up with the green stuff at a snap of his fingers, Vince," Frank had assured him. "Don't let him kid you. I'll take care of that on my call." Vince thought, it will soon time for Frank's call, and they would see what he could take care of!
Vince had soon tired of the TV, primarily because he couldn't seem to make any sense out of what anyone was saying. He figured he must be more nerved up than he thought. Well, Christ, who wouldn't be? Kidnapping! He couldn't for the life of him remember how he had gotten involved with such a hair-brained scheme. Of course, if it worked, that was another story. Somebody ought to be watching the TV news, though, he realized and got up nervously from the little plastic overstuffed chair in the unit and reached for the knob on the TV set. But it was at just that moment that Charlie came whistling in and the news was forgotten.
"You making the next call, Vince?" Charlie said jovially, closing the door behind him.
"Hell, no," Vince answered. "I made mine already. Frank is next."
"Yeah?" The big man looked surprised. "Frank told me to relieve you for your call!"
Now it was Vincent's turn to be perplexed, then he just assumed that Charlie had misunderstood something. He often did misunderstand. "Maybe he just wanted to get rid of you, Charlie. That's okay with me. I sure need company."
"He don't need company, I guess," Charlie muttered, his feelings a little hurt.
"Awww, he's got the Byloe girl to talk to," Vince said without really thinking about it.
A look of recognition flickered into Charlie's pale eyes. "I bet he ain't just talking to her!"
"Well, he ain't fucking her!" Vince said, posing the statement with some indecision so that it sounded like a question. "He said that would be too risky. She might scream. He made that rule!"
The redheaded Charlie was bursting now with the news about Christine Byloe and her sexual advances toward himself, and he blurted out a blow by blow description, adding a few details concerning his own prowess and completely forgetting about the little boy who was staring at them glassy-eyed from the bed. Finally the child began to scream.
"I don't believe you!" he cried almost in a tantrum, certain in his heart that Christine was not like his mother, whose time was so consumed by men that she had none for maternal duties. Christine took care of him. She would not go to bed with strange men and leave her little brother all alone! She just wouldn't! "You're lying!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. Vince dove for the bed, clamping his hand over the kid's mouth in a hurry. Jamie struggled and wiggled desperately under the grown man.
"Get the stuff," Vince ordered, by which he meant the ropes and gag that were ready in case anything like this happened. "That will be enough, kid," Vince said, trying to avoid getting his hand bitten. "Hurry up, Charlie, for Christ's sake' Tie him down spread-eagled. I'll keep my hand on his mouth while you slip the gag under. You gotta be fast!"
The eight year old child, not a strong boy anyway, struggled in vain. He was soon tied securely to the bed. Vince tried the ropes, checking on his pal's work to make double sure, and then looked at his watch. "If Frank is fucking that girl the way you think he is, Charlie, this kid and everything else will hold while we get some food. I'm starved! Let's check on Frank and then head for a store or something.
So the two men left the little boy tied and locked in the unit and stole around the corner to where they had his beautiful half-sister imprisoned. Vince boldly opened the door when they got there, yet neither Christine nor Frank paused long enough to notice. He grinned back at his hurly companion and then paused, his nose alert. Then he spotted the two glasses on the nightstand.
"Hell," he mumbled to Charlie after he had stepped back outside and closed the door again after him. "If he can have a drink, wily the hell can't we?"
"He's drinking?" Charlie asked, frowning.
"Looks like they both are. Let's you and me go get some food and a bottle or two. We don't have nothing more to do until tomorrow. He's the one making the last call. You won't have to drive until noon or after."
Charlie was going to pick up a suitcase of money the next day in a park. Frank was going to tell old Randolph Byloe where to leave it. Charlie admired the plan. Frank was real good at thinking things up. The suitcase was to be left on a blanket behind a certain bush. The blanket was already there, with picnic stuff around it as a disguise, but it was also wired so that, completely unseen from any angle, it could be pulled behind another bush and then another. Then all Charlie had to do was to pick it up, hop a few feet into his car, and disappear in the traffic. They had practiced the operation so many times that the burly redhead was an expert at it! He wasn't even nervous about it!
"Sure, Vince, let's go and get us some booze. It's a good chaser to what I had!" he said with a significant and proud glint in his eye.
Vince caught his meaning and laughed. Then he quipped, "Speaking of 'chasing her', Charlie. Maybe after the food and booze, we all ought to have a party in her room. Sound good?"
Once Frank was satisfied, he was flooded with a sense of realism. This cunt was after something! She was sexy as hell, but sexy women didn't necessarily need it so bad they laid every man in their path, he didn't suppose! And he didn't think it was the liquor that had turned her on, either. Though he hated to admit it, he also doubted that it was his magnetic maleness, or else why did she take both Charlie and him?
Suddenly she spoke in a sultry whisper, as though she were half asleep, "Let's go away together," she cooed. "Let's just you and me go...."
Frank roared with laughter. "I ain't taking you nowhere, baby," he said, understanding her game instantly. "You couldn't match the price, sweetheart." Still chuckling, he got tip off the bed and got dressed. Now there was a real joke, and it would have one over Charlie's head, he thought. He looked at his watch. It was just about time for that call he had to make. Vince or Charlie would be here to relieve him at any minute.
Quickly he rinsed out the glasses they had used and checked to be sure he hadn't left the bottle around but had stuffed it back behind the bible. Then he turned his mind to Randolph Byloe, whom he had to convince that it was worth a million dollars to keep his name clean before the public. Frank really wasn't expecting to have any problems with that. He had to keep firm about it so as to convince the old guy that he meant business. One squawk to the police or a detective or one dollar missing, and the whole country was going to learn how Randolph Byloe wouldn't save his granddaughter for a measly million dollars!
Stepping outside of the motel unit after making his usual threats to the girl, Frank was surprised to find Charlie and Vince on their way together. They were carrying several bags with the McDonald's insignia on them. What the hell were they doing, leaving the boy alone?
"Hey!" he started to object.
Vince held up his hand in a pacifying gesture. "Had to tie up the kid, Frank. He started to yell bloody murder! Why don't you go make the call and we'll all eat out here when you get back, okay?
"You're sure he's tied up good?" Frank asked sternly.
Vince paused. "My neck's in this noose along with yours, Frank," he reminded his buddy.
"Yeah, okay," Frank said. "I guess it won't hurt none. I'll be right back."
Hearing the voices outside aroused Christine to once more put on her clothes. Frank had laughed at her! Her! Christine Byloe! She bet he never had it so good. She had to admit that she hadn't, at least to herself. She noticed as she dressed that the lovemaking in which she had indulged with the two men had accomplished one thing, anyway. She wasn't afraid anymore. The men didn't seem to be as cruel as she had thought them when they had first kidnapped her. There was no doubt in her mind that they were overwhelmed by her beauty and seductiveness, and that this was her tool in keeping them kindly toward her. She could not help but wonder if they would send the third man in for a turn with her. If they did, should she go along with it? It seemed very possible to her that it was her beautiful body and their fucking it that was inclining them to a new gentleness.
Her curiosity turned then to the third man. What would he be like? Try as she might, she couldn't seem to remember the man who had driven the car and taken her half-brother off with him somewhere else to ... take care of him ... as they said, if she made any disturbance. She was still wondering about the man and buttoning the last button of her blouse when the door opened once more.
Frank had no sooner rounded the corner of the motel on his way to the telephone and disappeared from view when the two men, of one accord, entered.
"Pardon us," Charlie said with a lewd grin when he saw her hands at the top button of her blouse. "We wondered if we could borrow a couple of your glasses."
She said nothing. She saw a recognizable glint in both of their eyes and noticed the unmistakably lascivious tone of his voice. The sandy-haired, graying man only cackled like a naughty little boy.
"Guess it's okay," Charlie said, and they spread the food out on the little table. "Brought You a hamburger."
McDonald's! God! Christine was ready for the best steak in Los Angeles! She was absolutely famished, but she was also too hungry to quibble. She accepted whatever food was handed to her with a dim smile and ate with relief.
The two men produced a bottle of whiskey, pouring themselves each a generous glass to go with their meal, and Christine wasn't half finished eating when they had drained their glasses and cleaned all the food there was out of their wrappers. The way they turned and gazed at her then told her that they were intent on other things. Suddenly, she was again afraid. She was trapped, and they were going to do whatever they wanted whether she agreed or not. She was even too afraid to scream. God knows what they would do to her if she did! The risk didn't seem worth it. After all, she had already made love with two of them and they knew it!
Just then Frank came in the door, munching onion rings. He took in with a glance what his pals were doing. The open bottle of whiskey sat on the table between the glasses. Charlie was sure that Frank was going to blow up. "We're going to have a party," he chortled with a touch of uncertainty.
But Frank surprised him. He was in an excellent mood because he was almost certain he had scored with the old man. He was sure the money would be right where he wanted it tomorrow without fail, and there wouldn't by any detectives around either. After all, what was a million dollars to Randolph Byloe? His good reputation would make him another million in no time, as Frank had pointed out. A bad reputation would lose him the million some other way ... drive people away from all his old films, probably, etc. Oh, Frank had really pulled it off.
"Good idea!" he boomed. This would teach this slut what he thought of her, he decided. He had never been in this kind of orgy before, either. It might be fun.
Sensing a go-ahead, Vince reached out to her with his strong hands and began to tug off her blouse. "Goddamn it, Frank, let's get on with it," he said enthusiastically.
"Yeah, I got a hard-on already!" Charlie agreed. He helped pull Christine's blouse off.
Instinctively and fearfully she tried to resist it, but they held her tightly while they did it. Then Charlie and Vince pressed her back against the mattress, their greedy hands mauling at her nakedly full-mounded tits, while Frank yanked off her skirt. Tossing it to the floor, he hooked his hands into the narrow waistband of her white nylon panties. What had happened to their gentleness? She was too young to know that men in a group are going to act very differently from men as individuals.
"Yeah, it's time," Frank was saying, grinning down at her salaciously, "now that we've got everything settled!" Then he pulled her panties slowly down over her desperately struggling thighs, his eyes glued to her loins as the dark rich curls of her pubic mound were revealed little by little.
Christine clamped her legs together, but there was no stopping it. Her panties came off. Frantically, she kicked out at Frank, still not daring to scream. She knocked him off balance.
"You little bitch," he swore quietly. With two men holding her down, Frank had no difficulty in grasping her long shapely legs and wrenching them apart. "You asked for it! Now we'll play rougher and a whole lot rougher if you so much as squeak!"
Her nakedly pinioned body lay stretched out before them voluptuously, her melon-like tits protruding proudly upward into the air, her chest heaving with her struggle against the three men. Frank's hands on her knees hurt where his tinges were digging in so hard. This was a big change from his treatment of her earlier. Perhaps he realized that she had meant to use him and hated her for it! She had never felt so helpless in her life. It was horrible to he there, knowing that they were soon going to brutally rape her and there was nothing she dared do about it! Her lovely green eyes begged them not to do it, but as she looked at first one then the other, all she saw was lust and raw desire. Tears rolled down her checks. Her hotly trembled with fear. but over it all, seething just beneath the surface, there was another, strange mixture of sensations and emotions that seemed to respond to their wild lust for her.
"See, she has a nice tight little cunt," Frank observed, inviting Vince to lean in close to peer at her pinkly exposed genitals.
Christine whimpered and attempted to jerk away as she felt his now rough hand touch her there between her legs, his middle finger abrading the tender pink flesh as he slipped it cruelly up into her unready cuntal hole.
"Ooohhhhhh!" she moaned.
His teasing finger continued. Now he was stroking her unprotected clitoris, and she felt it throb to unwanted, vibrant erection.
"Now I know what you like, baby, don't I!" Frank jeered evilly. "I know you like your cunt sucked. I know you really go for that, don't I?"
"Oh, God, no!" Christine cried, knowing that if he did that it would drain her of any resistance.
She felt his fingers maddeningly kneading her defenselessly splayed cunt, then he was stretching her wider, the sensitive cuntal flesh gaping vulnerably open. The young captive groaned and clenched her teeth together to keep from crying out. In spite of her determination not to give in to them for treating her like a common whore, she felt the warm cuntal moisture collecting traitorously at the entrance of her trembling belly. Her cheeks flushed with horror as she felt the involuntary throbbing of her aroused clitoris, while up inside her moistening cunt, her interior muscles spasmed violently. Then the heated wetness of his tongue was there between her thighs, the shock of it surging electrically through her as he licked the small throbbing bud of her clitoris.
Needless to say, Raymond Jones had not missed the sight of all three men entering the tiny unit. He saw the McDonald's bags dimly as the men passed under the light by the door, and a while later, although he didn't really expect to find anything going on in there but a card game or something, he couldn't resist taking a little peek. They were awfully quiet, and he wondered, too, if the little kid he had seen with them earlier was inside. It was just idle curiosity that brought him to his little peephole in the wall, but it was outright shock that kept him there.
As he saw the beautiful woman stripped of her clothing, lying there helpless on the mattress, held down by the burly redhead and the older man while the fuzz-head, Eaton, spread her legs and tantalized her thumb-spread pussy, he couldn't help becoming aroused. His long under-used cock came up to immediate throbbing erection. Goddamn it! All three of them had her! If she were in trouble, she'd yell, of course, he thought.
With a whimpering cry. Christine tried to squirm her ass away from her ravisher's tantalizing mouth. Those tiny flames of unwanted desire were building lewdly inside her now, and a sudden, perverse thrill began coursing through her body, just as she had known it would. Her feeling of helplessness, and shame of what they were doing to her against her will, seemed to intensify the unwanted sensations of her arousal. Uncontrollably, her hips began to undulate in tiny circles under her. 'Oh, I can't help it,' she thought miserably! 'I can't help it! I can't stand the way he's licking me like that!'
The big Charlie was sucking at one of her nipples, making her titty tingle with more unwanted, ecstatic sensations. She didn't know where the other man was. Her eyes rolled wildly around in their sockets, and she saw him then. The older man was taking off his pants. When he turned, she saw in profile the menacing shaft of his prick, standing out almost horizontally, long and stony-looking. Below, Frank pressured his licking wet tongue downward, until it burst lewdly into her tingling cuntal mouth. She hated herself for it, but instinctively, she tried to draw her knees up and spread her thighs wider even though her legs were being held, to give him better access to her pussy, as tiny moans of helpless passion issued from deep in her throat.
Lifting his head from her searing loins, Frank said, "She's getting hot as hell, almost ready to fuck!"
Vince released his death grip on her ankles and smoothed a rough hand over the ripened fullness of a soft asscheek for a moment before he poked a finger at the tightly crinkled opening of her ass. There was a slight resistance before the virginal ring of muscle relaxed to admit his finger tip to the first the finger knuckle. The sixteen year old felt the finger worming around up inside her defenseless asshole and was shocked and horrified beyond measure.
"Oh, God, stop it!" she shouted, and then after a steely stare by Frank, she continued more softly, "Stop it! You're hurting me!"
"It's nice and tight!" Vince said, ignoring her. "I'm going to get her there, too. I ain't done that for years!"
"Oh, God! Not that!" Christine cried in mortal terror.
"That's a damn good idea!" Frank agreed, surprising Vince again. "You ever had it that way, sweetheart?" he grunted, directing his question at Christine.
"Then you'll like this! You'll get a fucking like you've never had before?" Frank grinned lewdly.
Amazingly though, her loins were moist and throbbing with her arousal in spite of her fear. She had been expecting them to shove their obscene cocks up into her cunt and empty their lewd male semen into her, but this? God! They're crazy! They can't do that to ... to me, But at the same time she protested, the betrayed young woman was also excited by the depraved idea, and she could only attribute it to the wild tongue-fucking Frank had given her.
Now they were turning her over until she was lying flat on her belly on the mattress. Frank and Charlie were holding her arms tightly. She had to do something! As she felt Vince kneel down behind her, she began to struggle against them, attempting to escape the hold the two men had on her. But they held her firmly while Vince lay down on top of her, his long legs insinuating themselves down between hers, spreading them wide from behind with a strong pressure she couldn't fight against. She felt the warmth and hardness of his long thick cock go down between her soft asscheeks, which she clenched hard together in a vain attempt to keep him out. But that only excited him all the more, and the sandy-haired grandfather ran his hands down her sides to her hip bones, then, rising, hauled her up on her knees, her undefended ass waving out obscenely behind her. She was absolutely helpless to do anything to stop him, as she felt his hands cupping the soft pliancy of her full mooned asscheeks. Then, his thumbs were there pressing outward, spreading her to expose the quivering opening of her asshole as his middle ringer poked lewdly inward. She shivered with fear and a perverse anticipation.
Suddenly she was skewered on his finger, and she jerked forward to escape the searing pain of it, her mouth wincing and articulating her protest. "No! Oh, please, no!" she whined.
"Hell, baby, wait until you got something to complain about!" Vince grunted. "I've just got a couple of fingers in you!"
Then, for some incomprehensible reason, it was as though another being had taken control of her body. She wanted it! Her hips ground back against his probing fingers, the tight hot sheath of her asshole closing over them in masochistic surrender.
"Damn' She likes it!" Vince blurted with a broad grin.
"Go and fuck her, if you're going to!" Charlie complained. "I'm so damn hot, I'll cum in my pants if you don't hurry up!"
Christine felt like screaming. Suddenly she knew that she wanted to be fucked, wanted her ravisher's cock skewering her to fill the deep and aching void in her belly, but not there ... not there!
"You want it in the ass, baby?" Vince asked her.
Christine kept her teeth clenched together, refusing to acknowledge his question, doubting the effectiveness of an answer, as Vince rammed three fingers into her asshole.
"Oooooohhh!" she groaned, the sudden pain of the depraved entry stripping her of her last shred of resistance. It was the pleasure mixed with the pain that brought the words to her lips that she didn't want to say.
"Y ... yes, oh yesssssss! I want it, but not there! Fuck me right! Oh, God, fuck me in my cunt!"
"What do you mean, you don't want my cock up that tight little asshole of yours!" Vince prodded sadistically.
"No!"
"Then where do you want it?"
"In my cunt! I want you to fuck me in my cunt!" she cried.
"No, baby! You don't get it in the cunt this time!" he grated. "You're going to take it right up the ass, and you're going to put it in for me, too!"
"No! It'll tear me apart!" she sobbed.
"I said put it in for me, and one scream and you're dead!" Vince insisted coldly, his fingers digging in cruelly. punishing the soft flesh of her hips.
Christine, holding her breath in fear, reached back between her quivering white thighs and grasped the rock-hard shaft of his monstrous cock pressed between her lewdly upturned asscheeks. God, she quavered to herself, I'll never be able to take this up inside of me there!
"Put it in, Goddamn it!" Vince spat, at the same time drawing a hand back and smacking her hard across the softness of her full-fleshed ass.
CRACK! The sound was too loud in the stillness of the motel, and Frank warned him with a harsh glare.
Christine groaned between gritted teeth, and with trembling fingers guided the lust-bloated cock-head to the tiny hairless, rubbery ring of her asshole. Her cunt throbbed with a desperate aching to be filled with hard man-cock. She prayed fervently that he would change his mind suddenly and bury his thick length up inside her cunt to fuck her in the normal way, the right way.
However, he didn't change his mind, and she felt the lust-incited tip of his huge, warmly pulsing cock prodding against her sensitive anal flesh. Then, it was worming its way relentlessly tip between her quivering asscheeks, and she felt the tender flesh begin to stretch, as though a huge, unpeeled log were being forced into her fearfully clenching rectum.
She moaned down into the bed helplessly, her eyes tightly shut as shame flooded through her. Then the strained and stretched circle of her asshole gave way suddenly and the blood-bloated head of his prick popped through into her warm spongy rear passage.
"Oooooohhh!" she whimpered as the hard rod of his enormous cock slid inexorably up into her, impaling her virginal rectum and filling it completely. Desperately she tried to move forward and flatten herself out against the mattress, but he held her firmly in place. She heard him gasping with pleasure as he shoved hard to fuck his hotly pulsing cock deeply into her, while at the same time hauling her back onto it with steel-fingered hands.
"Aaaggghhh! My God! It's splitting me open!" she groaned piteously.
In spite of her cries, his thickly distended prick continued to cleave her, pushing rubbery rectal flesh aside until finally, with a forceful, ass-flattening fuck, his pelvis smacked up hard against her. His lust-swollen rod of flesh was buried in her all the way. Below, she felt his balls swing up against the flowered-open lips of her yearning cuntal mouth It was excruciating. She felt as though she couldn't move, and she was only thankful that he wasn't moving either. He was holding himself rigid and flexing the shaft of his lustful cock deep inside her clasping passage, eliciting a moan from her with each lewd expansion. Gradually, to her surprise, the pain began to subside, leaving her with a whole new set of sexually sensuous sensations.
Vince, too, was enjoying the most exquisite of sensations. His eyes were locked on his hardened cock where it disappeared between the twin white moons of her ass into the widely stretched hole of her ass. He moaned and drew his hips back a little and saw tender pink rectal flesh coming out alongside the throbbing rod and then disappearing again as he fucked back into her. His breath came faster as his excitement escalated rapidly, and he was sawing wildly in and out of her, fucking deep and hard into the tight, clasping sheath of her rectum, using it like a substitute cunt.
"Oooooohhhh! Aaahhhhhh!" Christine began to chant as she knelt there in front of him, forced to accept all of his cruelly punishing shaft. Suddenly she was responding, her hips pushing back against him, wanting the lewd sodomizing and reveling in the ecstatic sensations it caused.
"God, the little rich bitch likes it!" Charlie chortled. He was kind of tired of restraining her. His own passion was uncontrollably high, jerking spasmodically inside his pants.
"She sure does!" Frank agreed. "Maybe she sucks cock, too!"
"Hey, that's right! She can do that at the same time!" Charlie almost shouted with relief.
Instantly, he was zipping open his fly and hauling out his fully erect cock. Deftly he worked the heavy foreskin back. Then holding it in one hand he aimed it at her passion-contorted mouth.
Christine felt the smooth softness of something pressing against her lips through the dim cloud of her passion. Opening her green eyes, she saw it clearly, a long thick lust-hardened cock spearing out threateningly from Charlie's open fly, the moist tip of it pushing insistently, now, against her even, white teeth.
"Suck it!" Charlie demanded. "Suck my cock for me!"
Her rising passion uncontrolled, she was dazed, and she wanted everything. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth, ovalling her full sensuous lips and taking the bulbous veined cock-head deeply into the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
Vince watched bug-eyed behind her at the sight of Charlie's rock-hard cock disappearing in between the beautiful girl's lewdly rounded lips. It was a further goad to him, and he began fucking wildly into the widely stretched hole between her salaciously undulating asscheeks. He felt the burning sensation at the root of his cock, signaling his nearing ejaculation. God! He'd never been turned on like that before ... ever! His hands kneaded and massaged at the resilient flesh of her rounded pumping ass as he slammed deep into her tightly clasping rectum with maniacal force.
From the moment Christine had been hauled up to her knees and Vince's tall figure had knelt behind her intending to sodomize her, Raymond Jones had forgotten that he owned a motel! Then when he saw how much she seemed to love it. He thought he would pass out with the excitement. But what really thrilled him was the realization that this broad was a flower anyone could pluck ... even him!
Frank waited impatiently for the other two men to get finished. God, he was bursting! Vince was crawling on behind her and sodomizing her while Charlie was getting sucked off. He didn't go for all that fancy stuff, as he termed it. He was going to fuck her in the cunt, and he could hardly wait.
"Goddamn it! Christ Almighty, Vince, Charlie!" he growled with irritation. "Hurry up! I want to get my nuts off, too!"
"Just a minute, Frank!" Charlie gasped, I'm almost there!"
"Me, too," Vince assured him.
Charlie's stony, erect cock was flicking rapidly in and out between her lips, and Christine closed her eyes as she began a hungry nibbling and sucking motion, swirling her wet tongue tantalizingly all around the lust-bloated corona. It was slippery in her mouth, and it pulsed expandingly, telling her that he would indeed be cumming very soon. And, the blood-engorged cock buffeting in her from behind, fucking far up into her rectum, ravaging her with animal-like ferocity was ready to explode, too. Depravedly, she gave herself over to complete enjoyment of it. All of her shame was gone. There was nothing left to her but the awareness of an uncontrollable desire that consumed her.
Suddenly they were cumming! Both of them!
Charlie was stuffing her mouth and throat full of expanding cock-flesh. It almost suffocated her as his fucking rod was shoved right down her throat with every pummeling thrust, making her jaws ache. Suddenly, he groaned and fucked it into her mouth as far as it would go. Strands of his wiry red pubic hair coming through his open fly pressed tight against her nose, and the rough material of his pants rubbed her lips raw.
"Suck it hard, baby!" Charlie moaned. "Suck me!"
Then he was cumming, and her mouth was flooded with hot, jetting liquid that splashed down her desperately swallowing throat like a raging river of volcanic lava. Christine gasped for breath and gulped it down hungrily. She sucked frantically, keeping up the pressure for several moments, until his spending prick began to soften and became flaccid. Then it was pulled away from her lips as the burly redhead rolled away from her, exclaiming, "Christ! I'm sucked dry!"
Meanwhile, Vince was fucking into her deeper and harder at the same time, and deep down in her loins there was a wild screaming for release. God! It has to be soon! she was thinking fervently.
"Oh, Oooooohhh! Oooooohhh!" she chanted as her mind swam, blurring everything but the lewd sensations being generated in her by the unnatural coupling. Then, finally, she was there at the peak. She was cumming. "Aaauugghh!" she screamed dazedly, surprised that it was possible at all.
Vincent fucked into her hard then, and she felt almost as though he had driven the lust-knotted shaft of his cock all the way up to her throat. She felt him convulse against the flattened softness of her ass, and another searing flood of his semen hosed deep up into her rectum as his cock jerked licentiously inside the soft sponginess of her naked rear hole. He held her tight while his creamy sperm was emptied from him, continually gasping, "Damn it! Goddamn it! Christ Almighty!"
Then he collapsed on top of her, forcing her down to the mattress. But that lasted for only a moment, for Frank was rolling his tall pal from on top of her, grating. "Get the hell off! You're finished, you buzzard. I ain't even got started yet!"
She felt the sudden cool rush of air over her hot body as Vince's softening cock was pulled from her battered and bruised asshole with a slight pop. Her full tits still heaving with her own release, she was turned roughly onto her back again.
"Get those legs open, bitch! Frank the Ripper's going to show these fancy fuckers some real old-fashioned style!"
Christine pulled her legs up high and allowed her thighs to part obscenely without hesitating a moment. Frank crawled in between her widespread legs and wedged his hips firmly between them. He hadn't bothered to take off his pants, but he had merely unbuckled his belt, opened his fly, and lowered the trousers slightly down his thighs.
And she wanted him! After all, she had had it every other way already, and the sooner they got what they wanted, the sooner they would leave her alone. Without thinking, she automatically reached down and guided the warmly pulsing shaft of his massive cock straight into the moist depths of her waiting cunt for the second time that day.
"Christ!" Frank exclaimed with relief and tucked forward, impaling her fully with one long smooth thrust.
"Oooooohhh!" she moaned helplessly, ecstatically! She couldn't help it. It felt so good and right in spite of the fact that he was her kidnapper and was now forcing her to submit to them, to all three of them!
Strongly, rhythmically, she contracted the tingling muscles of her cunt around his rampaging cock-flesh while at the same time she undulated her hips up at him grindingly, fucking back counteringly and wanting him to gore her deep and hard. She opened her tightly clenched eyes for a moment and saw that Vince and Charlie were watching him salaciously. At that point she didn't care who was watching. They could ogle her churning body all they wanted. The only thing that concerned her was the building pressure within her as she began to mount toward another orgasm. Her body was turned into an insatiable sex machine, consumed by desire.
She heard herself mumbling. "Come on!" she said. "Fuck me with everything you've got! Fuck me hard! Shove your cock hard and deep into my cunt and fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God! Fuuuucckk mmmmeee!" Then she got exactly what she was
asking for, and she began to cum in a flurry of flailing legs, her body squirming underneath him, while she used her hands on his hips to pull him in ever deeper and harder between her thighs.
"Aaauugghh! I'm cuummiing!"
Frank came soon afterward, the white, hot semen spurting from his ejaculating cock in almost endless streams. He fell on top of her, then, his weight bearing down hard and almost suffocating her.
Finally when her senses had returned to their proper functioning after a few minutes, she squirmed beneath him and pushed hard against his heavy body. As soon as he raised himself, she pulled out and stood shaking on the floor. On all three faces she saw flickers of amusement, and the tears came to her beautiful emerald eyes. Fitfully, she pulled away from the bed where they all stood.
"You be careful now," Frank said in a harsh, cutting tone.
Christine remembered, and she didn't dare risk much. Desperately she raised her clasped hands before the strange looking modern collage on the wall and whimpered in the loudest tones she thought acceptable,
"Please, dear God, help me!"
And the tears rolled down her face!
CHAPTER SIX
Raymond Jones, still at his peephole in the neighboring unit, nearly fell off his chair when the young girl seemed to look straight into his eyes, and for a minute he thought she could see him. But he knew it was impossible. Tucking away his deflated cock, he surveyed the occupants of the room once more. One of the men was standing out of his visual range, but Ray noticed the laughter on the faces of the others and felt uneasy about it. As he returned unit nine to its innocent appearance with the big painting back in place, he tried to determine what the situation was in the next unit. However, the more he thought about it, the more he failed to see what she had to complain about. She was obviously there of her own free will. She had probably been paid a handsome price and now wanted to back out of her deal. Tough luck if she didn't know any better than to bite off more than she could chew. He chuckled at the little pun he had just made to himself and left the unit to cross to his office, determined to think no more about it!
The next day, Christine was being guarded by the maliciously grinning Vince while Frank, in a generous mood, went to watch over the kid, who was still tied to the bed although the gag had been removed as long as someone was with him. His sister wondered to herself nervously how many days this was going to last, a few more at least, she judged. And so she tried to relax, remembering tearfully how she had been initiated into sex by these men and had even loved it with the men, preferred it to Nancy, until last night when the three of them had attacked at once! Now she found herself yearning for the tender womanly arms of Nancy Cooper once more as one would yearn for a gentle, if somewhat lascivious, mother.
She closed her eyes and could feel Nancy's sweet lips kissing her, her wet tongue probing deeply and erotically into her trembling mouth. Christine resisted the dream for a moment or two before relaxing back against the pillow. She felt her blouse being unbuttoned and was helping Nancy take it off. shrugging her shoulders at the right time. Then her beloved governess was reaching behind her to unhook the catches of her brassiere while her other hand coolly inched up caressingly under the sixteen year old's skirt. Surging, ecstatic sensations flooded through Christine, the instant she imagined her brassiere off and Nancy was fondling her softly pliant tits. Oh, there was no doubt about whom she loved now! Men were much too rough for Christine Byloe!
Sometime around noon, Ray noticed, the big redheaded man took the car and drove off. It looked like they were staying another night, Ray decided, because they sure weren't out by noon the way they had been told. He had posted check-out time as eleven A.M. but always stretched it to noon when he wasn't crowded. The motel owner had also noticed that the other two men had switched places, and no matter how hard he tried to forget them, he could not avoid a certain uneasiness. The quality of pain in the beautiful girl's eyes haunted him. Suddenly, the thought struck him that she did look rather young, underage for this kind of work. He decided, finally, that he would feel a lot better with some expert advice. He thought of Carl Reynolds, an old buddy of his on the police force. He'd ask him to stop by.
Charlie returned from his errand in a flash of glory and parked the car in front of unit ten. Christ, Frank might have the brains, and even Vince might, but it had been Charlie who had gotten the telephone number at first and Charlie who had pulled the strings and gotten the loot, he thought proudly. With a joyful swagger that he couldn't repress, he climbed out of the driver's seat of the car, then reached in back for the beautiful leather suitcase that Randolph Byloe had thoughtfully donated with the money and, whistling merrily, took it into the unit. He heard Vince in the bathroom when he entered and saw that the girl was again asleep with one of those creepy smiles oil her face. She was one hell of a looker! He slid the suitcase under the bed. Maybe they'd have time for one more go at it....
Seeing that the big redhead was back, Vince's face lit up as he emerged from the bathroom. He, too, glanced at the sleeping girl and then raised his eyebrows questioningly at Charlie. Charlie gleefully made a success gesture with his fingers, and Vince grinned, having to suppress a shout that could have been heard all over the city!
"I'll go tell Frank," he offered excitedly and opened the door before Charlie could object. Suddenly he jerked back into the room. Christ! A cop car! "Cops!" he hissed. "Where did you pick up the cops?" he asked the suddenly pale redhead.
Charlie's knees had turned to water. "You sure?" he stammered. "I don't see how..."
Charlie went over to the big window and peered between the blinds. Sure enough. There was a cop car okay, parked right at the entrance to the motel office! A big black policeman was just getting out of the driver's side and heading for the office. There was probably another one next to him. They drove in pairs.
"Okay," Vince got a stern hold on himself. "When he goes into the office, we get into the car casually and drive over to thirty-one, pick up Frank, and leave fast out the back drive. Don't give no cause for suspicion now," he added, trying to sound confident, though he wasn't sure himself that his legs would take him all the way to the car without buckling under!
Surprisingly, both he and Charlie reached the car without fainting, Vince automatically getting into the driver's seat and Charlie sliding in beside him. Trying to act nonchalant, they drove around the corner of their section of the motel to the unit where Frank held the boy. Charlie was still speechless and white as a sheet.
"Stay here," ordered Vince, getting out rapidly. Thank God, Frank was all ready and opening the door.
"Hey, that's great timing," the boss beamed, then his face clouded over as he saw Vince's look of fright. He leaned down at Charlie's window while Vince hopped back to the driver's seat. "You didn't get it!" he hissed at Charlie.
"Yes I did!" exclaimed the big redhead resentfully.
"Frank, get in fast." Vince told him, and something about the urgency in Vince's voice spurred Frank to obey just as the motel owner, laden with a caddy of cleaning supplies was walking by toward his office.
Seeing the three men altogether, Ray leaned down, "You guys staying another night?" he asked.
"No ... no, thanks," Charlie grinned weakly out the window, finding it almost impossible to pull the corners of his mouth back into some kind of passable smile. "We was just leaving. Nice place you got," he added as they started to roll away.
As soon as the car was out of earshot, Vince explained to Frank the problem in one simple word. "Cops!" he said feverishly.
Frank understood immediately. "Okay now, you guys, just take it easy. We pulled it off and we're on our way. I gagged the kid again. What about the girl?"
"She was asleep," Charlie offered.
"Okay," Frank continued soothingly. "Now everybody breathe again. You hear any sirens behind us?"
"N ... no," Charlie realized out loud. No, he didn't! Christ, that had been close! He leaned back with a big happy sigh. Vince's strong hands relaxed on the wheel, and Frank leaned back on the threadbare cushions in back and giddily closed his eyes, dreaming of the paradise that was at long last his.
Ray stood a moment and watched the car disappear around the bend and out the rear driveway of his motel. Maybe he should have argued about the time they spent over the limit, but it wasn't even one o'clock, and he was only too aware that the big redhead could have flattened him with one punch without any help from his buddies at all. The motel owner shrugged it off and turned back toward the office. He had interrupted his cleaning because Carl had promised to stop by around one. Now that the men were gone, there wasn't much Carl could do.
Suddenly Ray realized that the girl had n& been in the car and neither had the little boy. The memory of the inside of the car flooded vividly into his mind ... Only the. three men were inside, he was sure! Could it be his good fortune that they had left the girl behind? he fantasized. Yet he knew that as long as her job was done, she very likely took off in another direction. What did the little boy have to do with it all? Probably her kid, he surmised, and they had to do something with him if they wanted to have her overnight. He saw Carl wandering across the courtyard, scanning the units.
"Carl!" Ray called, smiling broadly and shifting his broom so that he had a free right hand.
His old friend took his hand warmly. "How are you, Ray?" Carl asked. "What's happening?"
"God, I'm sorry to get you over here for nothing, Carl," Ray apologized. "I had some guys in here with a broad that looked really young, . . underage, I'm sure."
"Are you sure of what they were doing?" Carl asked, a serious expression on his handsome dark face but a glint in his eye. "It takes a warrant to go in and catch them, you know," he explained, knowing what Ray knew about their activities without his answer. "You have to catch them unless she complains."
"They're one anyway," Ray told him sheepishly. He felt ridiculous. Carl looked so efficient and busy in his uniform, much too busy to go out on wild goose chases like this. Another thought was bothering him, but it was nothing to bother Carl with. They were gone and it was all over. He guessed he hadn't reasoned it out very well anyway since it had just occurred to him that no matter how old she really was, she was not possibly old enough to have a kid as big as that boy had been. Well, he wasn't going to look like even more of a fool to his friend.
"I feel terrible ..." he started to apologize again, but his old friend put a hand on his shoulder.
"Forget it. Sometimes these suspicions turn up something important. This one turned you up, anyway! Where have you been hibernating?"
"Busy with getting this on its feet," Ray sighed, gesturing over his shoulder at his motel.
"We'll get together for poker sometime. I'll scare up a couple of more guys, maybe my buddy back in the car there."
Already Carl was headed back for the police car. Ray could hear that his radio was on and streaming out chatter from the police station.
"Will if I can, Carl. This place keeps me pretty tied down. And thanks for stopping by: " Ray called after him.
"We'll play here!" the big black cop grinned as he started to get into the car.
"Yeah! Yeah, thanks!" Ray smiled. He wondered if it would be possible to sit through a single hand without twenty interruptions ... unless they played after midnight! God, I'd like to do something Carl, he muttered to himself as the police car pulled out of the driveway and disappeared down the busy street. Ray wished to hell he could afford to hire some-one...
Ordinarily, the busy motel owner cleaned his units in a logical manner, starting at one end and cleaning each just-emptied set of rooms in its turn. But curiosity about number ten drew him like a magnet. Whore or no whore, he wished that gorgeous cunt had stuck around a little bit longer. Whatever age she was, she was beautiful, really beautiful. He let himself into number ten with his pass key.
And there she still was! Right on the bed! He couldn't believe his eyes. At the sound of the door opening, she turned her head and fastened a pair of the lovelies emerald eyes he had ever seen on his surprised face. She sat up quickly.
"Th ... they're gone? she asked in consternation, noticing this new man with his arms full of cleaning materials.
"The three men?" he asked stupidly. "Yeah, they just drove off."
"All ... all three?" she asked tremulously as though she couldn't believe it. Suddenly she was doubled over in near-hysterics, and he quickly put the cleaning caddy down and leaned the broom against the wall. Hurrying to her side, he sat down beside her on the bed, then taking her into his arms, held her close.
"What ... what's wrong"' he queried.
"Oh, it was ... just horrible," she sobbed.
"What happened, honey?" He smoothed his hand down her back and wondered how far and how fast he could impose himself on her because he just had to ... at least once.
"All ... all those men," she cried, grateful for his tenderness. He was as tender as Nancy. Oh, how good it felt. She snuggled against his shoulder.
"Oooooohhh," he crooned in a soothing voice, caressing her face softly, then leaning over and kissing her cheek tenderly.
Christine clung to him as she saw in her mind those three men and what they had done to her last night. "If only I could forget," she whimpered.
"You'll have to try," he whispered, his hand roaming caressingly down over her back and making little forays toward the front of her blouse where the buttons were.
"I'm trying," she sobbed.
"Let me help," he mumbled. "let me help you blot it out."
The sixteen year old beauty suddenly realized just how he wanted to help her, and she almost turned away with the same kind of indignation that she so often used with John. But then she remembered how wonderful it had been with the other men when she was alone with each. When they made love to her by themselves and not in a crowd, they had been gentle and tender and had given her a rapture she had never known. Maybe that would be exactly what would drive the horrible memory of those three men from her mind. She had found that dreaming of Nancy had helped, but some real love ...
Besides, this young man was at least attractive, which was more than the other three had been. It was very nice being held by him and ... and he didn't seem to know who she was. A tiny smile curled tremulously at the corner of her lips.
"I ... I wish you could!" she begged.
"Trust me," he whispered very softly, nibbling delightfully at her car while he pulled her blouse out of her waistband to allow his hand to go in to caress the smooth, satiny skin of her back. Christine shivered in his strong arms and raised her face to him, wanting his kiss.
Their lips melded, tongues darted and intertwined, while below, Ray felt the pound of hot blood flooding into the flaccid length of his hungry prick, bringing it to hard, alertly throbbing erection inside his shorts. At the same time, Christine's loins began to glow hot with desire for him, and her cuntal walls became moist and ready, dampening the narrow crotchband of her panties pressed tightly together in the fleshy groove of her pussy. She smelled the manly odor of him, still there faintly, even though it was masked by the perfume of his shaving lotion. She pulled away, already feeling better.
"What do you prescribe"" she asked in the sultry voice she had been practicing for months.
He was sure she was won so he said boldly though sweetly, "I prescribe about eight inches of hard cock-flesh in the patient's much abused cunt, fucked in and out with care until climax is achieved!"
She smiled, "I thought that's what you would say."
She made no objection whatever and he undressed her then, gently, carefully, taking off her skirt. then her loosened blouse, his hands cupping up the fullness of her softly mounded tits, caressing, his flingers kneading the tender flesh deeply and then rolling the hardening nipples, tiny and berry-like, until they stood out spikily into the palms of his hands.
As he stood there reveling in the voluptuous feel of her gorgeous titties, melon-like, placed close together with the beginning of a valley between them, he kissed her again and ground the enormous bulge of his fully erect hard-veined cock hard up against her panty-covered pussy.
Her tears had stopped flowing, and now Christine Byloe began to give herself over entirely to the delicious sensations racing through her body. She was glad that the men had gone and she was over so glad that this wonderful man had happened into the room to help her forget! It was so wonderful to feel the pleasure of sex return with his sensitive touch, to feel the vibrant warmth of his virile body pressed up against her, the involuntary lurching of his hardened, swollen cock down there between them signaling the love-making that was in store.
She couldn't resist stealing her tiny hand down between their warmly pressed bodies and going into the waistband of his pants and shorts. Then she took it out again and unzipped the crotch. Now her fingers found the hot silkiness of his cock-head, filled with his blood, and she thrilled to the expanding power of it as it lurched anticipatingly against her tantalizing fingers. She gripped its desire-hardened shaft, her fingers not able to encircle its stony mass, and she wondered as she had before how such a huge rod of swollen flesh went so easily into the tight little hole of a woman's cunt. But oh, she wanted it! God! How very much she wanted it shoved long and hard, deep into her lust-trembling belly. Viscid moisture seeped from the tiny slit in the head of his warmly throbbing cock and dribbled down on to her clasping hand. Erotically, she smeared it all around the smooth rubbery corona, while at the same time she was acutely conscious of her own wetly seeping cuntal opening which yearned pulsingly for him.
Then, breaking the kiss, Ray stepped back and reached out to hook his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her scanty, diaphanous, nylon panties. Swiftly he stripped them down over the curving swell of her hips and the soft lush taper of her thighs. She slipped off her own sandals and walked the few steps to the edge of the bed.
Dropping his shirt and stepping out of his pants and shorts, the young motel owner came to stand in front of her, the stiffened shaft of his achingly hard cock lancing out rampantly from the light hair of his loins, the foreskin already retracted, and the head of his cock showing a fiery redness, shiny in the full daylight that flooded the little room. God, she was beautiful, he thought, and it never occurred to him to wonder what she would charge him if she did charge him. It didn't occur to him to care!
Suddenly she leaned toward him, where he stood, her hands went out eagerly to him, one to grip and stroke the thick hard length of his prick, the other going under to heft and fondle his semen-filled testicles hanging freely between his legs.
"Mmmmmmmmm! What a man!" she cooed openly. But then her mind flashed back to the night before and she was afraid. She remembered that the three men had been able to raise her lust and that the orgasm had been deep, but their treatment of her had left a deep abhorrence that kept creeping back over her like a nightmare of crawling insects. Without realizing what she was doing, she gripped his cock hard and held on for dear life.
"Hey!" he objected, his fingers still playing idly on her lovely shoulders, then smoothing and caressing them gently. "Hey, you're going to twist it off that way! I need it." he said. He could see the pain on her face and knew that she was remembering her attack by the three men, an attack he had witnessed through his peephole.
She looked up at him dolefully, "I keep remembering!"
"Then the best thing you can do to forget is to replace your experience with a nice one," he assured her. "Come on, let's try."
He sounded right. She was sure he was right so she tried hard to keep her mind on what she was doing. She was holding the hot, vibrantly alive shaft of his swollen cock in her hand, and in a few moments it would be deep up inside her poor abused cunt, fucking to the very core of her being and bringing her to the ultimate heights of sweet pleasure. Oh she knew she could reach those heights once again and forget that dreadful time...
To show him how grateful she was ... a new feeling for Christine ... she leaned forward and dropped her head down a few inches, her lips ovalling and slipping wetly over the pulsating head of his bloated cock, her wet tongue swirling, around the smooth warm flesh. It amazed her that she was able to do it voluntarily after her experience with Charlie. But she really wanted to do it! Indeed, the desire was wild in her, goading her, a desire to possess him, to possess him completely.
She heard the man's gasp of sheer delight as the tip of her tongue wormed agilely into the tiny split in the end of his expanding cock. Then she was nibbling down its desire-swollen length to take more and more of it deep into her mouth, wanting to give him all the pleasure she could. At the same time, her fingernails scratched lightly over the sensitive, wrinkled skin of his scrotum, and she felt his testicles being lifted up firmly between his legs by the tightening action of his loins. It was his body's signal, she knew, telling her of his readiness to fuck her, but it still awed and amazed her. There seemed to be no end to the things she was learning about sex.
Christine felt his hands then on either side of her face, lifting her head up and away from the pulsating hardness of his delicious cock. Somehow she was disappointed and slightly frustrated as her voraciously sucking lips were pulled away from the expanding head of his prick.
"If you keep on sucking my cock like that you're going to have quite a mouthful to swallow!"
"That's all right," she assured him.
But he pulled her up. "It would be great," he said happily, realizing once and for all that she intended to go through with it, that he wasn't going to suddenly wake up. "I think it will work better as therapy for you if I use this hard-on for straight fucking!"
Christine thought that the therapy was working just fine, but she lay down across the bed on her back, her long shapely legs still extended to the floor and parted slightly, her loins writhing invitingly in tiny little circles. "Come on, darling," she addressed him familiarly, "fuck me now then!" Accustomed to giving orders, she couldn't quite bring herself to ask.
But he needed no further invitation. Coming in between her legs, he reached down to her knees, grasped them, and pulled them up high then pushed them back until they were even with her shoulders, her softly tapered thighs, a creamy white bordered by a lovely golden tan, parallel to her torso and mashing down hard against the tender mounds of her tits. Then he came down over her, supporting himself on the bed now on muscular arms, his toes digging into the carpet as his body inclined over her.
"Okay! Watch out!" he grinned. "I'm really going to give it to you now!"
Looking down between them, he saw the coral-tinged flesh of her cuntal slit glistening with the moisture of her arousal, and swiveling his hips slightly, lined up the head of his cock with the tiny opening of her cunt.
"Oh, please! Do!" she found herself asking in a murmur.
He knew then that he could shove it deeply into her devouring cuntal hole as he wedged the blood-bloated cock-head in between the fleshy lips of her cunt. Flexing his hips powerfully, he drove his aching prick deep and hard, straight up between her jackknifed legs. He groaned with pleasure as he felt the tender sheath of her cuntal hole envelop him in moist, tight-fitting sexily-nibbling flesh. It was an honest-to-God woman! He couldn't believe it! He had lost track of the months it had been since he had fucked a real female! And she was moaning delightedly, giving directions.
"Oooooohhh! Just like that! Deep and hard!" she was saying.
But he moved slowly and deliberately, savoring every moment of it himself, trying to pace himself, his desire-hardened cock fucking deeply into her, each cunt-plumbing thrust plunging all the way to the back wall of her clinging cuntal hole! God, she was a hot one, or maybe his long abstinence made her seem like the best he'd ever had!
Moans and throaty mewls of delight came gurgling from her mouth as she countered him, raising her nakedly exposed and vulnerable loins up to his pistoning cock, feeling it solidly against the clasping walls of her hungry cunt as it tucked in and out and aware of its blood-inflated head flicking past her cervix to fill her completely with hardened male flesh!
Looking down into the beautiful girl's face, lustful arousal etched into her features, Ray could swear that she was far more beautiful now, in the throes of sexual arousal with him than he had seen her on any of the other times she was having sex. Sensuous was the only word he could think of which would adequately describe her lips. They were so full and soft to kiss, and when they had ovalled and slipped down over the head of his cock ... Christ, they were like honey! She really turns me on! the motel owner told himself. Oh, yes! He was sure that at this moment he was one of the luckiest men in the world to have found and fucked this incredibly beautiful woman. She embodied everything he had always dreamed about in a woman. It was almost as though she were a fantasy which had become real flesh-and-blood woman, just for him! Was she real? Would she ever come back? Would she let him take her home so he could find her again? He couldn't just let her go!
With greater savageness, he fucked into her then, feeling the mounting excitement, the exhilaration and ecstasy of sexual copulation and just the plain raw lust of his maleness that drove him to breaking his long fast and to this fucking. He had forgotten all about his business as below, his plunging cock throbbed with the exquisite sensations she engendered in him as he felt the stiff shaft of his bloated cock nibbled by the clinging walls of her moist cunt, felt her countering thrusts up against him, and heard her mewling moans of pleasure. Yes! Damn it! He wanted her forever!
"Oooooohhh! Oh! Ooohhhhhb!" Christine moaned beneath his pummeling hips. "Oooooohhh! Gooooodd! I can feel you, all the way up inside of me! You're filling my cunt completely with your big hard wonderful cock! Fuck me, darling! Fuck me harrrdddd! Deeeeeppp! Give me all of your cock! All of it!"
"Okay," he grunted, not quite daring to call her 'darling' as she kept calling him. "I'm going to fuck my cock all the way up to your titties!"
"Are you about ready to cum?" he asked somewhat haltingly.
"Ooooohhhh, yes! Yesssssss, darling!" she squealed. "Yeesss!"
Far, far, far from last night, she was rocketed into deep space, where for a moment, she glimpsed the glory of all the stars in the universe at one, before reaching the top of her parabola and plunging back to earth to find herself once more lying beneath this wonderful lover, whose name she didn't even know! He had stopped fucking his slamming hard cock into her and was looking down into her face adoringly when she opened her eyes. Deep up inside her rapturous cuntal sheath. she felt his blood-engorged cock, still hard and expanding jerkily against the interior walls of her cunt, which milked spasmodically at his hardened length in turn.
"Oh, my God! My God! You were right!" she admitted. "It was wonderful ... just absolutely marvelous!" She was crooning softly up into his face and he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her erotically, his wet tongue squirming sinuously into her mouth.
"I'm glad!" he murmured, levering himself up above her again and beginning to fuck resolutely into her still clasping, devouring cuntal hole.
Christine realized then that he hadn't cum, too, and it reminded her of her original desire. "Don't you want to cum in my mouth?" she asked with her special sultry voice.
"God, yes! I'd love to!" he said feelingly, still shoving cock almost mindless of what he was saying.
"Then why don't you stop?" she smiled coyly.
"Or do you want me to try to cum again!"
He didn't want to tell her that he had been away from women too long to last although he almost did. "I don't think I'd last long enough for that!" He admitted. "N... not this time," he further mumbled, almost under his breath.
Then he felt her beautiful body relax beneath him, her white and golden thighs coming out of their jackknifed position to lie flat and widespread, her feet barely touching the floor at the side of the bed as her legs bent at her knees.
"Okay! Let me at it, then!" She began to wriggle from under his weight.
As difficult as it was to do, he pulled his vibrantly throbbing cock from her hot cunt and rolled away to his side, scrunching around to lie on his back, his aching rod of sensitive flesh pointing straight toward the ceiling and lurching involuntarily with lewd anticipation.
Christine turned onto her knees and crawled up between his legs, and as he looked down, he saw her tits, bedewed with the light sweat of her lust, hanging prettily, soft and pliant, full and melon-like, from her chest. Then, he sensuously ovalled lips were coming down to the bulbous tip of his cock-head, her dark hair flowing like a mysterious river to cover his naked loins. God! He was so close! He had been almost ready to ejaculate, but when her orgasm came to her, it seemed to delay him. Now as he felt her full moist lips slip down over the wildly pulsating crown of his prick, he knew that it would only be a matter of moments before he would cum spewingly. Forcefully, he rammed his hips upward, driving his pulsating, swollen cock deep up into her already descending mouth. She took all of it, all the way down her throat, and then her beautiful head was bobbing up and down, absorbing and reabsorbing his now demanding shaft, her head twisting slightly on both the down and up strokes while at the end of the up stroke, her tongue did wild wet swirling pirouettes around the expanding head of his cock, heightening the sensations which conned through its pulsing length.
"Aaauugghh!" he grunted with unequalled satisfaction, as ecstatically, he shoved upward for one final fuck, arching his back and stiffening in position there while Christine sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed his exploding sperm with voracious lips and mouth, her throat moving with the effort to get every last drop of it. Then, he relaxed slowly, and his hands fell down to her shoulders caressingly!
"Christ! I thought I'd never stop cumming!" he groaned.
Christine kept licking all around the head of his now deflating cock before, with a satisfied grin spreading impishly across her face, she crawled up over him and kissed him soundly, running her pink tongue deep into his mouth, and he tasted the faintly pungent essence of his own semen still remaining in her mouth. Crushing her hard against his muscular chest he kissed her back. He was sure he would remember that kiss the rest of his life, no matter what happened or didn't happen!
Suddenly she twisted her lips aside. "Jamie!" she cried. "I forgot Jamie!"
"The kid?" Ray asked. He had forgotten about him, too. That's right. They hadn't taken him with them so he must still be in thirty-one!
"I'd better get him!" she said, bounding off the bed and scrambling for her clothes.
"You stay and get dressed. I'll get him," Ray said. He, too, started to dress quickly and was easily finished first while she was still buttoning her blouse. It was not only the kid he had forgotten about, he thought with concern. He had also neglected his business at a time when customers had very possibly come to the office looking for him. Well, it had been worth it! He could not think of anything he had needed more, he had neglected that aspect of his life for too long.
As he made his way to the other unit, Ray told himself to remember to get the girl's name and address. Maybe...
He turned to look back towards the unit where all the action had been and saw the girl running to catch up with him. He smiled to himself. Yes, maybe...
He opened the door to thirty-one...
"Wh ... what the ... are you OK, kid?" he almost shouted as he rushed to the bed. The sight of the boy bound to the bed, helpless and afraid, jolted Ray out of his post-coital euphoria.
"Jamie!" Christine cried as she came rushing into the room. "Have they hurt you?"
"Let's get him untied and this gag out ... hey! Just what was going on here?" Ray asked her, just becoming aware that things were probably not what they seemed. "Just who the hell are you and who is this kid? And what were those guys doing with the two of you?"
"It's a bit late for introductions but I'm Christine Byloe and this is my brother Jamie..."
"Byloe as in Ran...?" Ray started, his jaw dropping.
"Randolph Byloe is my grandfather and those men kidnapped us to squeeze some money out of him," Christine replied, cuddling her newly-freed brother to her.
"Kidnapped you? Quick, I'll call the Police from my office, they won't have gone too far."
"I don't think my grandfather will be too pleased to have the Police involved," she told him, quickly grabbing his arm to hold him back. "Especially after what those men made me do."
"What did those men do to you, Chris?" Jamie snuffled. "I heard two of them say a lot of nasty things about you ... that's why they tied me to the bed and gagged me because I didn't believe them. I knew you wouldn't do those nasty things and I told them so."
Ray patted the boys head.
"There were three of them, Jamie," he told the boy, "and they were much bigger and stronger than your sister..."
"But they said she was enjoying what they did," the boy protested.
"And what did you do when they said that?" Ray asked.
"I screamed at them!"
"And so they tied you to the bed and put a gag in your mouth?" Ray replied. "Maybe they knew that's what you would do, so they said those nasty things so they would have an excuse to tie you down."
"But why?" Jamie persisted.
"You said it took two of them to tie you down ... it needed all three of them to attack your sister."
As Jamie appeared to consider that possibility, Christine smiled at Ray and reached over and gently touched his hand and mouthed 'Thank you' to him.
"My name's Ray. Both you and your sister have been very brave," Ray said to Jamie. "I don't think it will be very long before you're going to be big enough to look after her ... I envy you in that job." Ray twisted his hand over to clutch Christine's hand which was still resting on his and gave it a squeeze. "That's a job I would really like."
Christine squeezed his hand in return.
"I think my grandfather will be very generous in his gratitude, Ray, especially if this whole business is kept out of the public view. In fact, I think I'll suggest that we need some sort of permanent protection in case something like this happens again."
Ray looked at her, the One World Motel dream fast fading from his thoughts.
"Anyone doing that sort of job would have to live in to be effective," he suggested.
"Absolutely," she agreed with a smile.
Grinning, Ray looked at the boy and tousled his hair. "OK Jamie, let us men get your sister back to your grandfather!"
