"Ooh, no!" she gasped, as my hand reached for the top button of the thin housedress she wore while she tried to cross her arms over her breasts for protection.
"It's one of two ways, bitch!" I hissed and slapped her face good and hard, rocking her head back against the sofa onto which she'd dropped in an effort to back away from me. "It's either your tits I suck and your cunt I shove my hard prick into or your lovely daughter's over there."
The color drained from her cheeks at that very thought and all the fight went right out of her. She glanced towards the hard-backed chair over in the corner to which I'd bound her pretty fourteen-year-old daughter after gagging her. A sharp moan from the big easy chair over in the other corner of the room made her glance that way. Her husband sat bound and gagged in that chair.
"I doubt if your old man wants his only daughter fucked by the likes of me, bitch," I said and tore open the front of her dress without bothering with its buttons, more to prove I meant every word I said than because of any real lustful cravings I had for her right then. Oh, I guess she was a good enough looking broad in her own way. Perhaps if I'd been in a bar and she'd been there I'd have tried to pick her up but it wasn't her I was really interested in. It wasn't even that lovely, innocent daughter, though I was going to suck and fuck the both of them real good.
No, I was out to get even with her old man. Harold Blake had tried to put me behind prison bars twice in the last two years. Both times I'd been lucky and gotten off free, thanks to a good lawyer. I was tired of having the man on my back all the time, of knowing he was out to get me if I made the slightest mistake. That's why I was there at his home. To show him a thing or two before I left the state and got out of his reach for good.
Stripping his middle-aged wife, forcing her to let me suck her tits and fuck her was all part of my plan to make him do some real sweating. I'd let his wife think that if she gave in to all my demands I'd let their lovely, innocent young daughter alone. Shit! I had no plans for letting that lovely young lady alone. I'd suck her tits, maybe even lick her cunt real good when I'd finished putting the wife through pure hell.
Yah, I was going to suck Rita Blake's breast and finger her cunt until her passion became fully aroused. I wanted her old man to hear her moan and gasp while another man aroused her passions real good. Hell, maybe she'd even beg me for a fuck before I finished. After I fucked Rita good, then the lovely, innocent Wanda was going to discover what it felt like to have a man's mouth suck her high-pointed tits between his hot lips. To have her panties stripped away, to feel his tongue making tiny little circles over the soft, warm flesh of her perfect inner thighs just before she felt that same tongue thrust deep into her cunt slit.
Oh, I knew how lovely Wanda was all right. I had been keeping a close watch on that family for some time. I'd seen the girl down on the beach wearing one of those brief two-piece swimming suits. I'd seen her let a young man remove the brief halter of that suit and fondle her high-pointed cone-shaped tits. She had refused to let him suck even the nipple of one of those tits between his lips. Well, when I finished with her old lady she wasn't going to have any say about what I did or didn't do to her.
Rita sat there on the sofa looking very much like a whipped puppy with the front of her thin dress torn open all the way down the front. Under the dress she wore the usual tight bra, the tight panties, and the nylons that came halfway up her full, creamy thighs. I looked down at those thighs and decided they were the best part of her whole body.
"Now let's see those tits, bitch," I said putting one hand on the back of her head and jerking her forward so I might reach behind her to unhook that brief bra.
"Ooh, no!" she moaned, as I tore away her bra and tossed it across the room into her old man's lap.
Those tits were big, at one time they must have been two real beauties but they sagged when that bra was torn from them and some of the guys I'd worked with would have been so unkind as to have called her a cow. She was a long way from being ready to be put out to pasture and yet I'd have bet that being raped by a perfect stranger like yours truly, was going to be the biggest sexual event to happen in her life for a good many years.
"Not half bad, really," I said cupping the mounds of those sagging tits in the palms of my hands and lifting the nipples upward so they jutted out the way I'd bet they'd once jutted out without the aid of hands or bra.
"What're you going to do?" she asked, as color began to return to her cheeks and I knew that just having a strange man holding her tits in his hands could arouse her sexually.
"Suck each one of these until their nipples stand up like that without the aid of my hands," I said and leaned down to lick each rose-colored nipple lightly. "First though let's have us a good look at your cunt."
Her whole body jerked as my one hand dropped from her right tit to the waistband of those tight panties. One real good pull was all it took and those panties were nothing but a thin piece of material in my hand. She had a nice full growth of reddish-brown hair covering a full-lipped cunt and when I let some of that hair slip through my fingers she gasped sharply while her old man tried to curse me through his gag "Fine! My cock is going to fit that cunt perfectly and give you the best fuck you've had in a long time, bitch," I said driving two fingers into her cunt slit.
"Ooh, please!" she gasped, as my fingers found her clitoris and began to tease what I'd always thought of as the female's passion button.
"Man! when you once start to come I'll bet you just don't know enough to stop, bitch!" I said and leaned forward to take the nipple of one sagging breast between my lips and began rolling it round and round.
Oh, Rita Blake was putting on one hell of a good show for her old man and that daughter of hers. As they watched the two of us their hearts must have been breaking for that poor, poor woman who was about to be raped. Hell, little could they know about the way that poor, poor woman's passion was mounting even as that male beast forced himself upon her.
I'd read once that some broads actually got their kicks out of being raped. They seemed to get some special thrill out of sex when they were forced into the sexual act. I'd never met a broad like that and had always thought the doctor who wrote that book must have talked to some real nuts. It was beginning to look as though I was at that very moment about to rape just such a female. Hell, chances were that Rita Blake was as surprised to discover how much of a bang she was going to get out of being raped as I was. After all, how often would a normal, everyday housewife like her, get raped.
The breast I was sucking on was beginning to swell a little but I knew those nipples were never going to jut forward the way Wanda's did. Rita Blake hadn't taken care of herself over the years as was the case with so many women her age. I hoped that this younger generation of lovely young broads like Wanda had learned a good lesson from watching their mothers. The fact that they had all the modern aids to help them shouldn't hurt any either.
So even the greatest lovers in the world have been known to make mistakes about broads. That's why every now and then you pick up your daily paper and read about some broad shooting her lover dead. For that reason I didn't feel too bad or was I too surprised when Rita Blake didn't reach an orgasm nearly as quickly as I'd at first thought she would. So perhaps the old man had been doing more good fucking there at home than I had figured since he was running around with one of those pretty young secretaries down at his office. Of that I had proof.
Oh, like I've said before I'd been keeping a real close eye on the family of our local district attorney. He'd made it a personal thing between us that time he'd busted into my flat with two of his boys and hauled me out of the bed where I'd been fucking a young chick I knew fairly well. The chick had turned out to be underage and Blake had tried to send me up the river for that. My lawyer had proven that Blake hadn't gone to the trouble of getting a search warrant before crashing into my place and I'd walked away a free man. With that no-knock law on the books I'd decided it was time to get the hell out of my home state. Blake could really give men he didn't like a bad time with such a law on the books.
"Aah, oh, don't!" Rita Blake gasped, a moment before she at last had her first orgasm.
"Now don't that feel real good, bitch?" I asked and chuckled softly, as I let my fingers move from her clitoris to slip deep into her cunt slit and began to really fingerfuck her good. "Why you just wait until you feel my nice hard, hot prick slip into that moist cunt of yours and start to move in and out. In and out real easy like."
"Ooh, stop!" Rita cried sharply. "Have you no human feelings at all? You, you beast!"
"Sure I have human feelings, bitch," I said and slapped one of those fine thighs of hers real good. "Hell, I could have just stripped off your clothing, forced your legs apart and shoved my prick deep into your cunt without making sure it was nice and moist."
"My daughter!" she sobbed and I couldn't help but laugh right in her face. "She shouldn't even be watching you and you have to talk so dirty."
"Hell, I'll just bet your little girl isn't all as pure and virginal as you'd like to think her," I said and glanced towards the girl to see that she'd lowered her head but even so I could tell how much she was blushing.
"Wanda was brought up in a good home!" Rita snapped at me, angered that anybody could even think her lovely, innocent daughter might not be the pure virgin she thought. "Such a girl doesn't run with the wild crowd."
"Who the hell you trying to kid, bitch?" I asked. "Are you trying to tell me that every boy who talks to that lush, sexy-looking daughter of yours isn't wondering just how long it will take him to get her panties off so he can shove his prick up into that tight asshole of hers."
"Stop! Stop!" Rita screamed out, as another orgasm shook her body violently and I knew that it was as much my talking dirty like that about her lovely, innocent daughter that had caused that one as my fingerfucking her.
"I remember being a teen-age boy myself," I said laughing softly to give my words that hint of a hidden meaning. "Hell, we used to try our best to fuck all the young broads in their ass good before they finished the seventh grade. Maybe these boys of today don't fool around with the young broad's asshole. Shit, they all know twice, triple as much about sex as any of us did at their age."
"Please! Don't talk like that!" Rita begged, as I moved back from her to open my fly.
"Tell me," I said letting my swollen, eight inch cock leap out so it could brush the soft flesh of her lovely inner thigh lightly. "Do you think the young men of today have pricks any larger than your old man's or mine were at that age? I mean they're so much bigger otherwise."
"You monster!" Rita shouted and got her pretty face slapped the hardest I'll bet she ever had it slapped for getting that far out of line.
"Now we don't want to scare your pretty daughter," I said and glanced towards the girl. "Hell, she'll be afraid to let any of those good-looking boys have so much as a look at those titties of hers if we do that."
"Wanda wouldn't do that!" Rita gasped but she couldn't see the way her daughter hardly breathed or that she'd turned her head so that her father and I couldn't see how flushed her cheeks were.
From the moment I'd first forced my way into that house at gun point, ordered Rita Blake to tie and gag first her husband, then her lovely daughter to chairs, the girl had acted as if she ought to know me. I knew that my remarks to her mother about her being too scared to even let any of those good-looking boys look at her titties had told her where she'd seen me. That day on the beach I'd been just a stranger walking by while that boy had fondled those cone-shaped tits of hers. Suddenly I was there in her home, had stripped her mother naked and could tell her family she wasn't the virgin they'd thought her to be.
Oh, when I finished having my fun with Rita there was going to be lots more fun for me in teasing Wanda. A whispered word in her ear about that day on the beach would scare the shit out of her. She'd do whatever I demanded of her to keep me from saying a word about what I'd seen to her parents. Ah, I'd picked the perfect time to get even with district attorney Harold Blake for having given me such a bad time.
"Your daughter is a very bashful young lady," I said more to Wanda than to her mother and she knew whom I was talking to all right. "I think she should take a good look at a real man's prick."
"You can't get away with this!" Rita sobbed softly even as the head of my swollen cock moved through the reddish curls covering the full lips of her cunt.
"Ah, I see Wanda is taking a good look at my prick now," I said, as the girl slowly turned her head to look at my swollen cock as I moved my hips forward just enough to make its head move through those reddish curls that covered the full lips of her mother's cunt.
I had my hands on Rita's hips at that moment and could feel her whole body stiffen. Christ! could it be that I was about to fuck a broad who had been so loyal to her husband that she had never let another man shove his cock into her cunt. Sure, I'd been taught that all wives loved their husbands that much when I'd been a child. My lovely ex-wife had quickly taught me that was a whole lot of crap and that no man could trust any bitch he wasn't with day and night.
I could feel the warmth seeping from the slit of Rita's cunt there on the head of my swollen cock. My balls were hanging low as they always did when I had a perfect hard-on like I did. To the girl, seeing my cock and balls from the side the way she was, I knew that it looked to her as though I was twice as well hung as I actually was. A stripper I had once spent the night fucking had been the first person to ever think of calling that to my attention; surely others had noticed the fact.
"Oh, darling!" the stripper had cooed, as I moved towards her bed after a quick trip to the bathroom. "Ooh, if only the you in the mirror could be about to fuck me good."
The mirror had been hanging on the wall to my right. When I had glanced that way I'd seen my right profile and known just what that lovely young woman was saying. I was very glad Wanda was sitting over to the left hand side of the room. She was seeing me at my best. That's the way all men wish to have all broads see them, always. When the man knows he will be fucking the one who is looking him over so very closely he wants her to see him at his very, very best.
I was glad that Wanda was also seeing her mother from the side of the room, in profile. That view let her see those sagging tits and the contrast between them and the well-formed cunt mound. The child could also see how well formed her old lady's thighs were, how well shaped those legs still were. It was surely enough to make the child wonder why those tits were sagging the way they were.
"Please!" Rita begged, as she felt the tip of my swollen cock move along her cunt slit. "She'll get to see what animals men can turn women into soon enough. Don't make her watch. I won't fight you."
"Now, now," I said moving back from the sofa and catching Rita under her arms to lift her to her feet. "You know that I've got to do some good fucking with a hard-on like the one I've got. Would you rather I fucked her?"
"You know I can't let you do that!" Rita sobbed, as I pushed her torn dress from her shoulders so that it could fall about her ankles, glad she wasn't the kind of vain broad who had to wear girdles, nylons and even garters around home, for they would have been such a bother.
"Now stretch out the full length of the sofa," I said and let Wanda hear the sound of the palm of my hand as it smacked against the soft flesh of her mother's well-rounded ass.
"You're still going to fuck me!" she whimpered and hearing that word from her lips surprised me far more than hearing it from the lips of her lovely, innocent daughter would have surprised me.
"Shit!" I said grasping her left ankle and tossing that foot up over the back of the sofa to open her wide. "Think that little girl of yours is as innocent as what you were when you were her age?"
"Ooh, no!" she cried, as I pushed her right foot off the sofa onto the floor so that she lay so spread-eagled that the full lips of her cunt almost seemed to be pouting and I could see the tiny red cells down there inside her wet cunt slit.
"Aah! Just wait until those jewels feel a real man's hard cock pressing between them when I start fucking you," I said and moved to the chair on which Wanda sat bound and gagged.
"Now let's move you over so that you can see right between those lovely, spread-eagle thighs of your old lady's," I said lifting the chair for the girl who was one of those modern young broads who seemed to really think that all men liked them to be skin and bones.
The old man was making noise beneath the gag in his mouth when I sat the chair and the girl on it down at an angle to the end of the sofa so she could see right between her mother's spread-eagle thighs. Ah, the child would get a real eyeful as I shoved my prick deep into her old lady's cunt and began to fuck. While I was checking to make sure I'd sat the chair in the best place, I couldn't resist slipping my hand down into the front of her thin blouse. She wore no bra there at home as I quickly discovered.
"Now I'm going to keep my hips over to one side so you'll have a nice clear view of how those full, eager lips of your mother's cunt open to take my swollen prick deep, deep into it, then I want you to watch the way they open and close when I start moving it up and down between them. After you've seen that you'll know what a fuck is really like."
"You sonofabitch!" Rita Blake hissed, as I slowly stripped off every stitch of my own clothing, standing so close to Wanda that she could have reached out and taken my prick in her hand had she not been bound to that chair.
"So we do know all the right words, bitch," I said and was unable to resist letting my knees sag just enough to let the head of my cock brush against the soft flesh of the child's slim young thigh. "Well, in that case we're really going to make you fuck and suck."
There were big tears rolling down the girl's cheeks as I moved away from her towards her mother laying naked and spread-eagled there on the sofa. Oh, I won't try and tell anybody that Rita Blake wanted to be fucked right then. She'd have given anything to have been able to escape what she knew she was going to have to do in front of the eyes of her innocent daughter and tormented husband. There was no escape for her though, not unless she let me have the child. She wasn't going to do anything like that. Christ! was she really so stupid as to think I wasn't going to fuck the child once I'd had my fun fucking her good?
"Doesn't this feel good, bitch?" I asked in a tone of voice so sweet that butter would have melted in my mouth as I moved over her letting her feel the full length of my prick along with the size and warmth of its firm head. Oh, I know a lot of broads who claim that the size of a man's cock doesn't make that much difference. Perhaps it doesn't when they're young and think they're in love with the young punk fucking them real good. When it's just a fuck though or a rape you can bet your sweet life the broad notices the size of the cock.
"Now I want everybody to remember that it was Eddie Church who first had the guts to let lovely, innocent Wanda watch him shove his prick deep into her mother's, moist cunt," I said and used my hand to place just the head of my cock between the lips of Rita Blake's cunt.
Oh, that fingerfucking had paid off all right. I'd had my big cock in a lot of nice moist cunts but hers was so moist I knew that one smooth stroke would take the full length of my swollen cock deep, deep into it. Hell, I'd very likely hit the back of her cunt channel I'd go in so deeply and smoothly what with her being so wet.
"Ooh, it feels like a telephone pole!" Rita Blake gasped and I figured her old man was one of those guys who just got onto her, shoved his cock deep into her cunt and fucked away like mad.
"Didn't I tell you Eddie Church was going to let your cunt feel a real prick inside of it?" I asked easing another inch or so of my cock into her cunt.
I slid my hands under those full, fleshy buttocks of hers and began to mold them gently. I'd learned a long time ago that if a man used his hands on a broad's ass while he was fucking her real good, he could make her cunt feel much tighter and give both parties so much more sensation. I won't say I always used my hands on a broad's ass while fucking her. If she was younger and had good tits, like those cone-shaped ones of Wanda Blake, my hands had other things to do.
Oh, Rita Blake was feeling my swollen cock there between the stretched lips of her cunt. She was feeling the heat of it, way, way down there inside her and had I not forced her to lay spread-eagle she'd have been lifting her hips from the sofa, forcing her cunt up over my swollen cock. I'd forseen that though and arranged it so that she had no control over the lower portion of her body. She could only lay there and wait for the fucking to start.
Well, she wasn't actually just laying there. Her one hand was tangled in her reddish colored hair, the other hand was a tight little fist beating against the rear of the sofa. If ever a broad had been on the verge of screaming at her rapist telling him to shove his hard, hot cock deep into her and start fucking, that broad was Rita Blake. She wasn't going to break down that much though. She was still too strong a person. Her husband could forgive her being raped, but he'd be less than the man she loved if he forgave her for begging to be raped.
I could feel my cock seem to almost grow and decided it was time to let Wanda watch her old lady get fucked. Slowly, ever so slowly I eased my cock down between the full lips of Rita Blake's cunt and then began withdrawing it.
"See how those lips of your mother's cunt are trying to cling to my prick?" I asked glancing at wide-eyed Wanda. "Do you for one moment honestly think that your mother isn't going to fully enjoy my fucking her every bit as much as she would if it were your father driving his cock in and out of her cunt like this?"
I wished right at that moment Wanda had not had a gag in her mouth. She was trying so hard to talk, to beg me to stop fucking her mother. Hell, the chances were she was even offering to let me shove my prick into her virginal cunt and fuck her good. Harold Blake was making sounds against the gag in his mouth too but I didn't have to wonder about what he'd be saying if he weren't gagged. I'd heard that man cuss good more than once, had no wish to ever hear him talk that way in front of his lovely, innocent daughter.
"Your mother isn't really enjoying this fuck right now," I said and chuckled softly. "Just wait until her passion builds a little and she has an orgasm or two. After that you'll be hearing some real sweet music coming from her throat."
I was talking more to torment Harold Blake than I was actually talking to his daughter. The girl hated my guts for what I was doing to her mother. Perhaps she hated herself too for she was unable to take her eyes from the swollen cock of the monster who raped her mother before her very eyes. Having once watched another man fuck my lovely wife I knew a little of the feelings that were tearing that girl apart. I hadn't wanted to watch my wife get fucked by another man, yet I'd been powerless to pull my eyes away from that scene.
Shit! I'd gone out and found myself a whore after that and had the first really good fuck I'd had in over a year. That had been when I'd first confessed to myself that my marriage had been a big joke from the word go. The other man I'd watched fuck my wife had been her own brother. They'd very likely been fucking since they were kids. It was that reason alone I'd decided to just walk out of her life and not kill the both of them. They had to be sick people.
I'd started drinking after that, things had gone from bad to worse and I'd become a second-story man. I'd raped one or two of my victims when I'd found the poor women home alone so late at night. I'd lived with whores, young chicks who were strictly jail bait. Oh, I'd made out all right until Harold Blake had taken a disliking to me. After that he'd made life a living hell for me. Well, at the moment I was getting even with him just a little. If he thought he was being tormented at the moment he was badly mistaken. I had a lot more ways of making him sweat before morning rolled around.
"Aah, ooh!" Rita Blake cried and gripping her ass the way I was I felt her orgasm coming before she started to bathe my thrusting cock with her cunt juice.
"Just listen to how pretty your mother can sing the fucking song," I said to Wanda. "She is having her first orgasm. I'll bet you've had orgasms of your own even as young as you are."
"Ooh, oh, stop!" Rita Blake cried out as yet a second orgasm much stronger than the first wracked her body from her head to her toes and I picked up the timing of my strokes.
"Shit, bitch!" I hissed in her face and really let her feel the power of my cock thrusting in and out of her cunt.
"I can't come more than twice!" she gasped though my hands grasping those buttock cheeks of hers told me that yet a third orgasm would soon shake her whole being.
"Now you know that's not so, bitch," I said in the same tone of voice one would use if talking to a small child who had been very naughty. "It's just that you haven't been fucked by a man who was good enough at fucking to make you come more than twice and we both know it."
"You!" she gasped, as her whole body exploded as yet a third orgasm rocked her while I reached my own orgasm at almost the same moment shooting my hot come deep, deep into her flowing cunt.
Aah, yes, I'd been watching myself very closely for well over a month. Knowing that a man such as Harold Blake is out to get you will make a man be extra careful. I'd fucked only one other broad in that month, a go-go dancer down at one of the local taverns. As my come spurted deep, deep into her cunt I knew Rita couldn't help but feel the difference between our fuck and the kind of fucks her old man had very likely been giving her the last few years.
"WOW! I never shot so much into such a well filled cunt in my life," I gasped and glanced towards Harold Blake who was as white as a sheet and looking at the floor. "Ha, your old man just couldn't face watching a better man than he give you the kind of fuck a bitch like you craves."
"You bastard!" Rita gasped, as I moved back off of her and reached down to gently stroke the soft, moist flesh of her inner thighs.
"I'll just bet you never guessed that I was a very good soldier or that I had a very good record while in the service." I said lowering my head to lick the soft flesh of her inner thigh just above her knee.
"Ooh, God!" she gasped. "You couldn't do that to me now!"
"I spent nearly a year in Europe," I went on. "While there I learned some things. One of the things was that we men in this country have a lot of foolish ideas. You see over there the men think nothing of going down on a broad after they have fucked her good."
"But I couldn't," Rita Blake gasped though she didn't sound nearly as sure of herself any longer the way she had there in the beginning.
"Oh, but you'll be delightfully surprised about what a real man can force you to do." I taunted. "We've just started to get to know each other good, bitch. Shit! I'm going to be nice enough to let you give your poor husband an orgasm in a very short while."
"With him bound and helpless like that!" she gasped and glanced towards her old man.
"Shit! He don't have to be able to move while you're sucking his hot, hard cock," I said and laughed. "We've got to show Wanda the safe ways for a girl her age to enjoy lots of good clean sex, sex, sex."
"Ooh, God!" Rita Blake cried as I lowered my head between her thighs and pressed my mouth firmly against the warm, moist lips of her fully developed cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
Even as I had lowered my head between Rita Blake's thighs I was engulfed by the heavenly aroma coming from between the seemingly pouting lips of her full cunt. I had learned that after a broad has been fucked good that aroma seems to have a totally different effect upon the man when he first lowers his head between the broad's thighs. Now if that would be the case for a man who had not done the fucking I could hardly say. I'd never gone down on a broad after she had been fucked good by another man.
It seemed to me that Rita Blake's aroma was even more delicious than most of the broad's I'd gone down on. I only wished that Wanda could see my tongue actually forcing its way between the full lips of her mother's cunt. Oh well, it wasn't going to be all that long before she would know what that felt like, so it wasn't really that important. I'd never had the pleasure of going down on a real virgin before. The idea of driving my tongue deep into the lovely, innocent Wanda was very, very pleasing to say the least. Hell, when I'd first shoved the point of my gun into Harold Blake's face and forced him to let me into his home I'd never dreamed things would go so very well for me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Eddie?" he had asked in that same tone of voice he used when you were sitting in that little room under that bright light down at the local police station.
"You've been on my back long enough," I'd hissed moving into the house behind him with an armload of short thick pieces of rope. "Now it's my turn to watch you sweat for a change."
Wanda had been sitting watching television. Rita had been mending some old socks just like you saw women doing in those old, old movies on television. I'd nearly burst out laughing when I'd seen her sitting there mending old socks for one of the highest paid public officials of our county. It seemed to be out of place, in another time if you will.
"Who is it, dear?" Rita Blake asked looking up from her lap as the two of us moved into the living room.
"Get up and make yourself useful, cunt!" I snapped sharply and she was so startled she laid her mending to one side and rose meekly to her feet.
"Over in that chair, old man," I hissed letting Harold Blake feel the barrel of my gun against his spine.
If he'd tried to fight a little things might have turned out a little differently. He just took a deep breath, moved over to that chair and sat down. I tossed several pieces of rope to Rita Blake and ordered her to tie him to the chair. She started to protest but like an idiot he silenced her saying it was best not to aggravate an alcoholic when he'd been drinking and wasn't thinking too clearly.
"You sonofabitch!" I'd hissed at him as Rita had tied each of his legs in turn to a leg of the chair. "Sure, I'd been drinking the first time you picked me up but you never saw me really drunk."
"Sure, sure," he'd said and talked about not aggravating a person-who the hell did he think he was. "We all know how it is with you fellows."
Christ! if only he'd tried to fight or something. The least he could have done would have been to give me a reason for slugging him good.
That way he'd have been out of the picture and his wife wouldn't have had to be raped in front of their daughter to make him really sweat. Once he'd been taken care of I'd have tied Rita up and had a little fun with the scared child who'd been watching me so closely.
Yah, like I've said before, that Wanda was a real sharp little cookie for her age. Hell, I had no reason to hurt her, no wish to force her to watch while I'd fucked her mother but her old man had pushed me too far. After making his cracks he'd just sat there until he'd been tightly bound and gagged. After that I'd had Rita Blake tie Wanda to the other chair after turning off the television. It wasn't until Rita Blake had backed away from me to fall back onto the sofa that I'd known I was going to strip her naked and fuck her while the old man watched.
That stupid sonofabitch! Well, I guess I was showing him he wasn't as smart as he thought he was, or the king of the county for that matter. As I drove my tongue deep into his wife's full, wet cunt I knew he was really sweating. Hell, I'd sweat myself the day I'd watched my ex-wife's brother fucking her good and Harold Blake was no less a human being than I was though he may have seemed so at times.
I used my tongue good down there in that cunt until Rita Blake had had two more orgasms. Partly I had just been trying to prove a point to her, partly I'd wanted her to feel what it could really be like. Shit! maybe I'd awaken depths of her being that her old man had never awakened. Perhaps she'd be dressing in short, short skin-tight dresses and walking the streets late at night in the hope of being picked up and raped by some stranger. It was possible you know. It has been proven that once a woman gets raped and discovers that the fucking and sucking can be enjoyable even though it's forced upon her, she finds herself wanting it to happen again and again.
Once Rita Blake had come that second time as my tongue worked deep into her cunt I decided I'd had enough and backed off. I smiled down into her flushed face feeling her cunt juice on my nose and chin. The way her eyes sparkled told me she had been well taken care of, sexually at least, for the first time in a long, long while and was most grateful. Of course I knew that she'd never admit that to me.
"I'll bet that old man of yours has got a better hard-on than you've seen him have in years," I said to her, as I turned so Harold Blake might see his wife's cunt juice on my nose and chin proving my going down on his wife had been no act.
"Ooh, no!" she gasped and I chuckled softly knowing what that poor tormented woman thought I had in mind for her. "I couldn't stand to be fucked so soon again."
"Now do I seem like that sort of a brute?" I asked pushing myself to my feet and reaching for her torn dress, since there was nothing else handy with which to wipe her cunt juice off my face. "No! what I had in mind was your showing your lovely, innocent daughter one way of taking care of a boy friend who had a hard-on and still remaining a virgin."
"You couldn't ask me to in front of my baby!" she gasped and all the coloring drained from her cheeks.
"But you know it's for her own good," I said, as I used her torn dress to wipe off my face while I walked over to where Wanda sat with bowed head looking hard at the floor.
"How can you say it's for her own good?" Rita Blake asked in a choked voice even as she watched me drop her torn dress to the floor and drop to one knee at Wanda's bound feet.
"What happens if she and one of her boy friends should park some night and do a lot of heavy petting as it's called?" I asked and placed my hands on Wanda's soft, slim young thighs very gently. "You know what a hard-on a healthy boy can get giving a girl a real good feel."
"Wanda isn't that kind of a girl!" Rita Blake snapped and I wondered who she was really telling that to so often.
"Shit! I saw her lying on the beach the other day; she'd taken her halter off and a good-looking young man was teasing those cone-shaped titties of hers good," I replied and heard the strangest sounds from beneath the gag in Wanda's mouth.
"Ooh, no," Rita Blake whimpered.
"Oh, yes, yes," I said. "Now if she is going to let those young studs get so very, very personal don't you think it's high time she learned to give a good blow job?"
"Oh, baby," Rita Blake moaned. "How could you be so foolish on a public beach of all places?"
"I doubt if it could be called being foolish," I said moving my hands slowly up over those soft young thighs, up under the hem of her short skirt. "You are just going to have to admit that your baby is growing up into a young woman and that she is bound to be curious about sex."
Oh, those soft thighs felt good under my fingertips. Removing the girl's tight panties was going to be pure heaven but that was going to have to wait for a little while. Harold Blake hadn't even had guts enough to stand up to me, to even try and protect his wife and lovely, innocent daughter so he and his wife were going to sweat some more. Not until I'd finished with the two adults would I show Wanda that she was beginning to develop into a very desirable young lady.
"You promised that if I let you!" Rita Blake gasped, as she watched my hands move up under the hem of her lovely, innocent daughter's short skirt, forgetting that I'd promised her nothing, only informed her about what I'd do if she put up a fight and didn't let me suck and fuck her real, real good in front of her loving family.
"They feel so very, very soft, smooth," I said feeling sure that Rita Blake would break down and be suggesting that she give her old man a real good blow job for she just had to keep me from sucking and fucking Wanda, as long as she could.
"I think that I'd better give Harold a blow job before he has his climax in his shorts," Rita Blake said looking me right in the eye, proving to me at least, that she was way, way too good a woman for a man like Harold Blake.
"I rather thought you'd get smart and see things in the right light, bitch," I said getting to my feet with my limp prick so close to Wanda's pretty face that she had a chance to really take a good look at it.
I returned to the sofa, caught Rita by one arm and pulled her up on her feet with one jerk. I wasn't being very gentle, or trying to prove I could be a gentleman. I was showing her what it felt like to be treated like an animal because she had been foolish enough to have given so much of herself to a man as cowardly as Harold Blake.
I shoved her over to the chair where Harold Blake sat bound and gagged. The swelling of his fly told of the hard-on he'd gotten from watching his poor wife get raped. Now that it was too late for him to help her he was trying to free his arms from the ropes that bound them behind him. I patted Rita good on her ass so he could hear the sound the palm of my hand made against the soft flesh of her buttock cheeks.
"On your knees, bitch!" I hissed. "Unfasten those pants and pull them down to his knees along with his shorts. Don't get any foolish notions about touching those ropes or you might get it real good in the ass."
Rita Blake reached up into her husband's lap to open his fly and unfasten his belt buckle. Her hand shook slightly but it never really faltered once she knew she couldn't get out of doing as I ordered. I could guess at the thoughts going through her mind right then but I'd only have been guessing. No man ever sees things the same way a woman does. Oh, he may think he does but he's only fooling himself.
"I can't get them down," Rita gasped, as she tugged helplessly at Harold Blake's pants.
"One minute, bitch," I said and moved to where I'd dropped my clothing, picked up my pants and found the knife with its razor-sharp blade that I'd brought along with the gun. "It's really no problem at all."
Two quick strokes of that razor-sharp blade turned Harold Blake's pants and shorts into strips of material laying loosely over his legs and thighs. I poked Rita in the ass with my big toe and she pulled away the pieces of material her husband wasn't sitting on and he was naked from the waist down. I'll have to confess that I'd not expected the bastard to have a cock nearly the size of the one he had.
"Now watch closely," I said with a glance at Wanda who couldn't have taken her eyes away from the swollen cock that jutted into the air so proudly from between the legs of her father if she had wanted to, and I doubted if she really did.
"You can't make me!" Rita Blake gasped even while she was taking Harold Blake's swollen cock in her hand and leaning forward to lick the head of it ever so lightly.
I swear that as Harold's cock seemed to jerk in that soft hand I felt a slight tingle in my own balls. You have to remember that I'd just fucked Rita Blake real good and enjoyed a fine, fine climax. If I became aroused while she sucked Harold Blake's cock it would surely have to be some kind of a record. Right at that moment I was wishing I hadn't gotten so all fired sex happy back there on the sofa. Hell, I should have waited so that I could be fucking Rita Blake while she was giving her husband that blow job. Every time my cock drove deep into her hot, moist cunt it would have driven her mouth down over his swollen cock. That would really have driven the bastard out of his ever loving mind, but good.
Oh, Rita Blake was used to licking that big, hard cock she held in those slim fingers of hers. You could tell that just by watching the' smooth skill with which the tip of her tongue slid over every inch of its swollen staff before she took its purple head between her lips. I couldn't see Harold Blake's cheeks because of the gag in his mouth but I could sure as hell hear him breathing through his big nose. The man was really working up one hell of a sweat as those soft lips of his wife's moved lower and lower over the staff of his cock. Hell, she had so much of that swollen cock in her lovely mouth that her cheeks were puffed.
I chuckled softly, lifted my right foot and placed my big toe against Rita's tiny asshole. You should have seen the way her whole body jerked, how she began moving her head up and down, faster and faster. I'd been wondering how a man of Harold Blake's age had managed to keep a secretary and his wife both sexually contented and it looked as though I'd learned his big secret. The bastard!
I turned to look at Wanda while she watched her mother give her father that blow job. Christ! I hadn't dreamed the child was an actual virgin as her parents thought. Hell, after what I'd been a witness to between her and that young stud down on the beach she could have been fucked real good, real often. She might have fooled that young stud into thinking she didn't dig having his hands fondle her titties but I'd seen the glow in her eyes, watched her breathe so deeply I'd known better.
I glanced back at Rita and decided she was going to be busy for some time. She was doing something she'd done so often it had become a labor of love for her. Hell, she had both her hands in Harold Blake's lap and was fondling his balls while her mouth moved up and down over that swollen cock of his. A broad, not even one who loved her husband deeply, performed that task with so much lust unless she had done it so often she'd come to love it. I'd been told that most women never sucked cock often enough to really reach the point where they enjoyed that delicious sport.
So with Rita being taken very good care of for the time being I moved to the chair where Wanda sat. I put my hand under her chin, tipped her pretty head back so I could look her right in the eye. I had the feeling that child was used to being talked to as though she were nothing but a child. I was going to talk to her as though she was a lustful cunt like her mother which was just what she was. Any man would have given his right arm to be the first to thrust his cock deep into her virginal cunt and fuck her good for the first time in her life. First I was going to fondle and suck her titties real good for her..
"I think it's high time we had a look at those titties," I said, and let Wanda feel the coolness of my razor-sharp knife's blade against her cheek and wondered why everybody seemed to feel that a cool knife blade was a sign that a knife was so very sharp.
Wanda looked me right in the eye, she hadn't cried a single tear though I was sure that if she could have gotten off by herself she'd have cried until she became sick. She was proving to me that she had as many guts as her mother. It seemed so wrong that two such fine women should belong to a bastard like Harold Blake.
"Now let's remove that blouse first, honey," I said and my fingers quickly went to work on the tiny buttons down the front of that thin blouse feeling the quick rise and fall of her cone-shaped titties just beneath that fabric. "We won't be so crude as to tear your clothing from you. That's saved for older bitches who need to be put in line by a real man now and then."
The blouse unbuttoned, I glanced towards Rita Blake. She was still sucking on that big, hard cock she must have sucked a million times over the years. Her cheeks were even more puffed while her hands still toyed with those heavy balls. I was glad I'd made her tie each of Harold Blake's ankles to a separate leg of that chair. That spread his thick thighs wide so Rita could reach his big cock and balls with ease.
Returning to my task of removing Wanda's blouse I tugged its tail from beneath the waistband of her skirt. I pushed it as far back off her slim shoulders as I could and quickly her cone-shaped titties came into full view. They jutted impudently at me, as I fingered the cool blade of my knife, thoughtfully. I leaned forward to lick the tiny pink nipples ever so lightly.
The tip of my tongue barely touched one nip pie and she took a deep breath as though trying to suck it back into her chest. I laughed softly and pushed her blouse away further. Both of those titties were perfectly matched, both their nipples stood firm and high. The pink and white mounds of flesh beneath them were taut when my fingertips stroked them ever so gently.
I kept licking those nipples in turn and glancing over towards Rita Blake who still sucked Harold Blake's swollen cock. I'd taken too big a risk setting that whole thing up to miss out on watching the bastard have an orgasm with his cock buried deep in his wife's mouth like it was.
Suddenly Rita Blake's head became motionless for a moment, her cheeks seemed to puff even more. I left Wanda to move back close to her parents. I had both of Rita Blake's sagging tits in my hands when her throat began working as she gulped to swallow all the come that was shooting deep into her mouth and throat. Yah, Harold Blake was a better man, sexually at least, than I'd expected him to be.
I let Rita Blake suck that cock good even after her cheeks were no longer puffed. When I pulled her mouth away from it she had cleaned it off nicely. When I rolled her onto her back and reached for a short piece of rope to bind her wrist she saw her half naked daughter for the first time.
"But you promised!" she sobbed and all the fight or whatever it was that seemed to have been keeping her going seemed to vanish as she began to sob bitterly.
"I might have hinted at certain things," I said, as I bound her wrists behind her back. "You should have known that no man who had a chance to suck and fuck that lovely innocent daughter of yours could resist doing so in the end. You should have known you were fooling yourself thinking that I'd let her go if I sucked and fucked you good enough. Christ! Just take a real good look at her, bitch!"
As I talked I bound Rita Blake's wrists and ankles firmly. I tied her ankles to one of her husband's and moved her body so she might watch Wanda and I when we moved over to the sofa for our sex play. Oh, I'd never felt so beastly.
"I hate to hurt the child," I said moving towards the chair where Wanda sat, ghost white. "Perhaps she isn't a real virgin like we think she is and it won't really hurt her when I shove my cock deep into her tight cunt."
I untied Wanda by cutting the ropes that bound her with my knife. I wanted to remind her about how sharp it was. She got my message all right. When I pulled her to her feet and stripped the blouse completely off her she made no objections. When I patted her bare ass lightly she moved towards the sofa as if she were a windup doll who obeyed her controls with no will of her own.
Oh, what a delight she was going to be. Once I aroused her sexually she wouldn't act like some windup doll. Of that my friend you could count on!
CHAPTER THREE
I let Wanda stand before the sofa while my skilled hands quickly stripped the rest of her clothing from her taut, young body. I discovered that her body wasn't as well developed or as lush as it had seemed when I'd seen her laying half naked on the beach letting that young stud tease those cone-shaped titties of hers. Oh, that doesn't mean I wasn't going to enjoy the pleasure of letting my hands move lightly over the satin smooth flesh of that taut body of hers.
Shit! I didn't know a man who wouldn't have given his right arm to be in my shoes at that very minute. Even if the lovely innocent Wanda didn't prove to be the pure virgin her parents felt she was, she was still innocent enough to really feel a fully-grown man's hard, hot cock thrust deep into her tight cunt.
Wanda Blake was no cheap tramp! Of that I was very sure!
"Hardly any hair at all, honey," I said softly dropping to one knee at the child's feet and running my hands slowly up over the soft flesh of her slim, inner thighs.
Wanda's whole body was as taut as one of those tightly-stretched high wires like those aerial artists use in their acts. I had no doubt in my mind that it was going to be so very easy to arouse her sexually. She'd already shown she was curious about sex by letting those young studs fool around with her. Perhaps she didn't know how curious she was herself, which would make it that much easier for a louse like myself to arouse her desires completely.
"Let's see if you've gotten wet yet," I said, as I slipped two fingers into the virginal slit of her cunt and found her to be a real virgin.
"Oh, oh, please!" she moaned softly and then I felt her cunt slit become moist and knew that her thoughts were nowhere near as virginal as her lovely young body.
"Now don't try to tell me you haven't slipped your own fingers into your cunt," I said and laughed softly while behind my back Rita Blake moaned weakly. "It will please your parents to know that as of this minute you are the pure virgin they were so very sure you were."
"I never let any of the boys touch my cunt," Wanda whispered. "They were happy just playing with my titties and running their hands up and down my inner thighs."
"You mean they have been happy if you let them go that far," I said and chuckled softly. "Surely you know that in time one of them was bound to demand a good fuck."
"I could have handled any of them when the time came," Wanda gasped when my fingers found and began teasing her clitoris. "I, I would have given him a good blow job."
"Now where would a lovely innocent girl such as yourself ever get a real good look at a swollen cock, much less learn the delicious sport of sucking one good?" I asked feeling that Wanda was very close to reaching an orgasm and wondering if it would be her very first.
My girl friend has one of those plastic ones that either a man or woman can wear," She whispered. "We've taken turns wearing it and sucking it."
"Have you ever sucked your girl friend's titties or driven your tongue into her cunt?" I asked sure that I already knew what her answer would be.
"I've let her use her tongue on my cunt," Wanda confessed just before that youthful body of hers was shaken from head to toe by an orgasm.
"So you're not strictly a virgin," I said slipping my hands behind her and getting a firm hold of her buttock cheeks while her whole body swayed from the force of the orgasm that shook it from head to toe.
"Oh, aah!" Wanda cried out sharply when she felt the tip of my tongue and then my lips against the soft flesh there along the fringe of what little pubic hair she had.
"Ooh, not used to being kissed there," I said and chuckled softly thinking it was too bad that all broads didn't keep their pubic hair trimmed that neatly so that a man could go down on them without getting a mouthful of hair in the beginning.
The thin hair growing at the very top of Wanda's cunt was just thick enough to prove she was a real blonde. Hell, I even kissed those soft hairs for they were really nothing more than what many men called the five o'clock shadow. I'd have gotten myself a good mouthful of hair had I tried kissing Rita Blake where I was kissing her lovely innocent daughter. Shit! I'd gotten a good mouthful of hair when I'd placed my mouth to her cunt and driven my tongue deep into her cunt slit. By that time I had been too fully aroused to care.
"I think you'd better sit down on the sofa, honey," I said softly to Wanda and let my hands slide down to her inner young thighs not surprised to find them both warm and moist. "Oh, it was a good orgasm for you wasn't it, honey?"
"You no good bastard!" Rita Blake hissed for I'd not taken the trouble to gag her.
"Just watch it, bitch!" I snapped with a glance towards her to make sure she hadn't worked any of those ropes loose. "I'll try not to hurt your baby too much as long as you don't start making a lot of noise."
"Do you think I'd be fool enough to fall for another one of your smooth lines?" she asked and there was nothing but coldness in the tone of her voice hinting at how much she had come to hate my guts.
"I could hurt this child real easy," I pointed out, as Wanda dropped onto the sofa with her ass in almost the same spot her mother's had been while I'd fucked her so good. "Oh, I plan on sucking her good, on fucking her too but I can be gentle or I can set out to hurt her when I shove my cock deep into this virginal cunt of hers."
"You'd love to hear her scream," Rita Blake sobbed and at that moment she didn't really have any more real guts than the bastard she'd been married to all her life. "I see why Harold hates you two-bit hoods with such passion. You're just little men who have to go around hurting innocent people to prove what big men you are."
Boy, talk about a broad being stupid enough to start shooting her mouth off at the wrong time. Well, Rita Blake was proving that she was actually that type broad in spite of how strong she had seemed for a little while there. Like most of the broads I knew there was just one thing she could think of doing when she got scared. That was to start talking her fool head off as though everybody would be so interested in what she had to say that the world would stand still until she'd had her say.
"Shut your stupid mouth, cunt!" I snapped letting the palm of my hand come down hard against Wanda's slim thigh so that she couldn't help but hear it. "Take a real good look at where my hands and mouth are and guess what my next move is going to be, cunt!"
Rita Blake shut up as she watched my hands slide back along her lovely innocent daughter's slim thighs where they slid in under that slim ass. She held her breath as I lifted the girl slightly from the sofa. Shit! she knew what I was going to do next and it had her scared stiff.
"I don't hear anything, cunt!" I hissed and pinched Wanda's ass just enough to make her gasp sharply. "I told you I can be gentle with the child or really hurt her."
"You're going to pull her ass forward to the edge of the sofa in order to place your mouth right over her cunt," Rita Blake explained and she was once more trying to be the kind of a woman her family could respect.
"You heard your daughter confess to both wearing that big plastic penis and to licking and sucking it while her girl friend wore it," I said, knowing I was making no points with the child for she was at that age where she could respect nobody with a mouth as big as mine.
"I never wanted her running around with that girl," Rita Blake confessed weakly and I wondered if Wanda could guess about the kind of pain her mother had been put through when I'd forced that poor woman to speak those four letter words in front of her own family.
"Hell, these kids of today know more about sex in the first grade than we did in high school," I said pulling Wanda forward so that her ass was just barely on the edge of the sofa making her virginal cunt a perfect target for my mouth.
"Do you have to do that?" Rita Blake asked in a voice so low I could hardly hear her.
"Now you know how good my tongue feels going deep into a nice cunt slit," I said and laughed just before I put my mouth over that virginal cunt and drove my tongue deep into it.
Oh, it's true that I'd never run my tongue deep into a virgin cunt before. I really don't know what I was looking for but I sure as hell wasn't getting any special thrills. Shit! it wasn't any different than any other cunt I'd driven my tongue deep into. Well, perhaps Wanda did reach an orgasm just a little faster than most of the broads I'd gone down on.
"Oh, God!" Rita Blake sobbed while she watched her daughter's slim body arch forward, saw the girl's hands reach out to grasp the back of my head tightly.
Shit! that child was a long way from being a virgin in my book at least. All right, so she'd never spread those slim young thighs of hers and let a boy shove his cock deep into her cunt to fuck her real good. My fingers had told me that much when I'd teased her clitoris before going down on her. Any man can tell when a broad is a virgin by the simple act of getting his fingers into her cunt.
The child had been playing around with that girl friend of hers though. She'd felt a tongue driving deeply into her cunt long before she'd ever dreamed of letting some young stud down on the beach play with her titties. She'd been thrilled by the sex play between herself and her girl friend. It had made her curious as that type of sex does so many girls her age.
Wanda had been ready to have a man rape her good for some time before I'd forced my way into her home. Perhaps rape is the wrong word, to be fucked good would very likely be a better way of putting it. Chances were that only fear of getting caught had kept her from letting that young stud down on the beach fuck her good.
"Aah, ooh!" Wanda gasped, as she seemed to try and press my mouth even closer to her cunt with those hands gripping the back of my head while she arched her cunt up against my mouth just before that first orgasm shook her whole body.
Man! she really tried to wash my tongue right out of her cunt slit, or at least it seemed like that. I was hard put to lick up all that good, free flowing cunt juice her cunt was swimming in right at that moment. I'd have said that was my big thrill for having had the guts of taking a virgin, with my skilled tongue at least.
I knew better than that though. Remember that teen-age kid I said Harold Blake had caught me sucking and fucking. Well, that little tramp had spurted forth just as much cunt juice as Wanda was feeding me at the moment. I can tell you here and now that little tramp hadn't been a virgin since the age of eleven. Christ! she had bragged about getting fucked by four boys in one single day at that age.
"Ooh, honey," I sighed pulling back from Wanda when I'd had my fill of cunt juice. "You really dig having a tongue worked deep into that virginal cunt of yours, don't you?"
"I can't help it," Wanda whimpered lowering her face into her hands, as her body began to relax. "I just lose all my control when I feel a tongue inside my cunt."
"Reach down and take my prick in your hand, honey," I said moving up onto the sofa beside her.
"Like this?" she asked weakly letting one hand drop into my lap and its slim fingers close around my cock which was no longer laying so limply in my lap.
"Just think how good your mother felt when I shoved all of that hard, stiff meat deep into her throbbing cunt and excited her to the highest degree a woman can be excited," I said and glanced towards Rita Blake who had turned her head away as if what was happening to her lovely innocent daughter wouldn't really be happening to the child if she couldn't see it.
"Why did she beg you not to if it felt so good?" Wanda asked and I knew the child was so curious about sex as of that very moment that she would have willingly spread those slim young thighs of hers and welcomed the pain that came with the first thrust of a cock deep into her virginal cunt just to see what it was all about.
"Have either of your parents or any of your school teachers spoken to you about sex yet, honey?" I asked letting one hand move up to one of her small titties.
"Not yet," she said and her cheeks flushed deeply. "The school board wants to start giving sex education classes next year but a lot of the parents are fighting the plan."
"Aah, that explains it," I said unable to hold back that sigh of delight when the child dropped her other hand into my lap and began to tease my balls as well as my cock.
"You like that don't you mister?" she asked softly in such a sweet tone of voice I had to kiss her hot cheek lightly.
"Don't you think you should call me Eddie, darling?" I asked just as softly. "After all we're going to become so very personal that I'm going to let you take the head, as much of the staff of my cock into your mouth as you can."
"I've wanted to taste a real prick," the child confessed and there were sounds of Rita Blake thrusting around as she did her best to break the ropes that bound her so firmly.
"I just bet you have, honey," I said and winked so that she would know I didn't consider her to be the baby that her parents considered her to be. "You haven't yet had that pretty head of yours filled with a lot of stupid ideas about love and sex."
"Oh, I know that two people should be in love, even married before they start fucking," Wanda said and giggled the way young females will giggle at the darndest times. "I know that you're not supposed to let a boy touch your titties, or run his hands up and down your thighs unless you love him, even plan on being married to him soon."
"Somebody seems to have talked to you," I said molding that firm tittie of hers and thinking of her as a female for the simple reason that she was hardly a mature woman and yet she was surely no longer the innocent child her parents had tried to make of her.
"My girl friend's sister is to be married soon," Wanda said taking a deep breath. "Her sister can let her boy friend put his hands all over her right in front of their parents and they say nothing. Just let my friend even kiss a boy with them around and she gets grounded real good."
"Aah, yes," I sighed feeling my cock starting to swell once again as Wanda's slim fingers toyed with it and my balls. "If a man and woman are in love sex is all right. Shit! I know lots of couples who aren't in love who get far more from their good fucks than many married couples ever dreamed of."
"I was scared to death of you when you started to undress me," Wanda confessed in what could only be called a very little girl's tone of voice. "Yet once I stood naked before you, you made me feel all warm, more excited than I've ever felt in my whole life, all through my whole body."
"Doesn't your girl friend make you feel excited like that?" I asked and licked the nipple of the tittie I'd been teasing to find it warm as well as very, very firm.
"Ooh, yes!" Wanda gasped. "It's just not the same thing when another girl plays with your titties. I learned that lying down on the beach."
"Does this girl friend of yours have bigger titties than you do, honey?" I asked, for calling her baby would have been too close to admitting I felt she was still a child. I had to be very careful how I talked to her right then.
"Her nipples jut out from her mounds a little more than mine do," Wanda replied and sighed deeply. "You'd love the size of her old sister's titties."
"Don't tell me the older sister gets into the sex play," I said and chuckled softly.
"Well, no," Wanda said lowering her eyes. "We've seen her in the shower though and on the beach. Man! you should hear the way the boys talk when she walks by with those big things of hers bouncing under that brief halter she wears."
"I'll just bet," I said watching Rita Blake roll over onto her side still fighting to free herself of those ropes.
I found myself looking right at Rita Blake's nice mature ass and felt my cock swell to its fullest in Wanda's hand. Christ! the only thing a guy couldn't really go for about that Rita was her sagging tits. She had the kind of ass a guy could really sink his finger tips into, even his swollen cock. Yah, why the hell not fuck the bitch in the ass real good?
Sure I planned on fucking Wanda good but why put my neck in a noose doing it. Shit! I didn't have to fuck the teen-age girl right there in front of her old man. That bastard would be an eye witness then and make the most of it later. I'd be smart if I took the girl with me when I left that house, that would not only keep her parents from actually witnessing the rape of their lovely innocent daughter but might keep them from calling the police the moment they were free of those ropes.
"Did you know that a woman can be fucked in several different ways, honey?" I asked Wanda even though my eyes were still on Rita Blake's fine ass watching the way it shivered as she struggled to get free of those robes.
"My girl friend says that if you let a boy fuck you in the ass you're still a virgin," Wanda said the color draining from her cheeks when she noticed the way I was watching the shivering ass of her naked mother.
"Yes, I guess some broads look at it that way but most of them let a guy fuck them in the ass to keep from being caught," I said and put one hand on the back of the child's head.
"Do you think mommy has ever been fucked in the ass?" she asked just before I turned her head so she was looking me in the eye and covered her mouth with mine.
Ooh, what a start that gave that sweet little girl. She'd not been expecting an older man such as myself to be thinking about kissing her right on the mouth the way I was. Her tongue was very skilled in fighting with my tongue once my tongue forced its way deep into her hot mouth. I was wondering just how many of those young studs down on the beach she'd been necking with before letting them remove her brief halters. Oh, she wasn't going to tell me how many studs she'd necked with. After all I wasn't to be trusted. I'd talked too much in front of her parents already.
"WOW!" I said pulling away from her. "Now if your mouth feels as good when you suck the head of my prick deep into it I might just let you watch when I fuck your mother good in that fat ass of hers."
"Oh, God! No!" Rita Blake sobbed and those two buttocks of hers shivered just like two mounds of jelly.
"You mean you could shove this big prick of yours down into that tiny hole?" Wanda asked and her eyes were aglow with the excitement she felt at the very thought of my swollen cock being shoved deep into her mother's ass.
"Now your mother is trying to make us think that getting a fuck in the ass would be new to her," I said and chuckled softly as I placed my hands on the back of Wanda's head and pushed it down towards my lap and my swollen cock. "Don't let her fool you with that line, honey."
"You have to be out of your mind!" Rita Blake gasped, as she rolled over only to discover how very close the soft, warm lips of her lovely innocent daughter's were to the head of my swollen cock.
"When Wanda and I have left for our little trip, ask that old man of yours why I hate him so much, bitch," I hissed and watched the color drain from Rita Blake's cheeks when she knew for a fact that I did plan on taking her baby with me when I left that house.
"You're going to take me with you?" Wanda asked and her voice shook just a little before those soft, moist lips of hers brushed the head of my cock very lightly.
"Now you're no longer a baby," I said, as my hand gently moved over the smooth flesh of her shoulders. "You won't mind going on the very delightful trip I have planned for us, honey."
No, of course Wanda wasn't going to mind going on the kind of trip I'd planned for the both of us. Hell, those sweet lips of hers were already closed around the head of my swollen cock and loving it so perfectly. When she touched that tiny slit in the head of my cock I very nearly jumped to my feet spilling her onto the floor. She really got turned on as her friends would have said.
Quickly she sucked at least three inches of my swollen cock into her mouth puffing her cheeks good. Slowly then she began bobbing her head up and down, up and down making her lips slide up and down the staff of my cock while the hard nipples of her titties shamelessly brushed my thighs. Oh, it was something sitting there with such a sweet child sucking my cock while her own mother lay bound and helpless on the floor watching the movement of her lovely innocent daughter's head.
"This little girl of yours is really good," I said looking right at Rita Blake, as my hand stroked the top of her daughter's lovely blond head.
"You should be tied to the nearest tree and horsewhipped, bastard!" Rita Blake hissed trying desperately to free herself of those bounds that held her there on the floor at the feet of her tied and helpless husband.
"Now is that any way to talk to the man who is teaching your only daughter the most important things she will ever learn in her whole life?" I asked and chuckled softly.
"You're not human!" Rita Blake gasped. "No human being could rape such a poor innocent child in the mouth while forcing her parents to watch."
"Now whatever gave you the idea I was actually going to fuck your daughter in the mouth?" I asked and laughed that dirty kind of laugh for that bitch was taunting me, making my blood boil. "I'm only letting her suck my cock good, make it nice and moist with her saliva so it will slip with ease into that tiny asshole of yours."
"You're what!" she gasped and her struggles against her bounds increased so violently as to make her roll over again so that I was once more looking at her fine ass.
"I'm going to fuck, fuck, fuck you in the ass, bitch," I hissed and darned if that didn't seem to make Wanda bob her head up and down even faster. "Oh, the time is getting very, very close to that moment when I must force this delightful child to let my cock slip from her heavenly mouth before I have an orgasm while she is giving me such a perfect blow job."
Oh, it was delightful watching the way Rita Blake was fighting to free herself from her bounds. It was a fruitless fight as she knew but it was that last minute kind of fight a woman such as her just had to make, even knowing how fruitless it was.
Yah, Rita Blake was a lot of woman all right. Way too much woman for that bastard she'd given her whole life to. At least that was the way I saw it. I'd have bet a lot of other people knew that to be a fact, too. People who'd really gotten to know both her and that bastard, Harold Blake.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh, no!" Wanda Blake moaned softly when I slipped one hand under her chin, tipped her pretty head back and pulled my throbbing cock from her sweet mouth.
"Easy, honey," I said very softly and kissed her just below her right ear. "You're going to get what you want later, of that you can be sure." ("When your old man isn't around to be an eye witness," I might have added.)
"But your cock tastes so much better than that old plastic one I've gotten used to," Wanda moaned and I was wondering if she really wanted me to have an orgasm in her mouth or if she was trying to prevent me from fucking her mother in the ass as I planned on doing.
I managed to get to my feet without letting my throbbing cock brush against her satin smooth flesh. That would have been all it would have taken to make my cock spurt forth all over that lovely innocent child. Christ! I'd never been so close to having an orgasm without doing any fucking.
I pushed the child back onto the sofa being careful not to let the head of my cock touch that satin smooth flesh of hers. I hated to bind her wrist and ankles, perhaps it was a foolish thing to do, still I couldn't run the risk of her running out on me once my cock was shoved deep into her mother's ass.
It took longer than usual to bind the child's slim ankles and wrist. First because I had to watch it closely to keep the head of my throbbing cock from brushing ever so slightly against that satin smooth flesh of hers. Secondly because I couldn't resist running my hands up and down her soft inner thighs. Christ! those inner thighs were so moist there was good reason to think the girl had come while she'd sucked on my cock.
I wasn't about to put a gag into that sweet mouth that had given such pure pleasure to my swollen cock. Shit! that child wasn't going to scream when I shoved my cock deep into her mother's ass and started fucking. She was going to be watching the whole business and becoming too highly aroused herself to even think of screaming.
"Now don't worry your pretty head about my hurting that old lady of yours, honey," I said patting Wanda's head when I got to my feet after binding her ankles. "She must have had a real good ass when she was younger. The kind of ass that no husband could have resisted fucking good more than once."
"You sonofabitch!" Rita Blake hissed and it seemed as though that was getting to be her favorite line. "You're making us look like lust-filled animals to our only child."
"Now isn't that something Wanda would learn sooner or later with a body developing at the rate hers is and as curious as she had already become about sex?" I asked walking towards Rita Blake where she lay at her husband's feet with my swollen cock swaying before me like a sword.
"You really going to fuck me in the ass?" Rita Blake asked unable to take her eyes from the swaying head of my cock.
"Now you know I have to keep my word to your daughter," I said and chuckled softly. "After all it's important she knows she can take me at my word."
"Trust you," Rita Blake hissed. "How can she do that after you tattled on her? You did tell us about seeing her lying half naked on the beach, about the boy teasing her titties."
I dropped to one knee beside Rita Blake, slid my hands slowly up and down her smooth thighs. Ah, in spite of those sagging tits of hers that had been such a disappointment, the bitch did have fine thighs, very shapely legs for a woman of her age. And that ass of hers was really something. Oh, I knew a lot of guys who would have said she was fat assed but I liked a broad to have a little meat on her ass.
Rita lay facing me so I pushed a single finger into the very top of her cunt slit and began teasing her clitoris just for the hell of it. Like so many broads, she seemed to have forgotten one simple fact. No matter how closely together they might press their thighs a man could still get one finger into their cunt slit far enough to tease their clitoris.
"Oh, no!" Rita Blake sobbed and her whole body went taut when my finger touched her clitoris and began teasing it even as gently as I was.
"Now I think it's high time we got on with this part of it," I said and chuckled softly. "Your lovely innocent daughter and I do have that little trip to take very soon."
Even while I taunted Rita Blake I glanced at the big brass clock up on the wall. I had no way of knowing how well that clock kept time but figured it was close enough to let me know when Wanda and I should head for Mae Lee Carter's place. That was the go-go dancer who had first called attention to how well hung I looked when seen in profile. I wanted Wanda to meet that very sweet, good-hearted little girl.
Sure I'd spent more than one night fucking that sweet little girl real good. So she herself had confessed to me that she liked going down on real young girls even better than she liked being fucked by a healthy stud. Shit! that didn't mean a hell of a lot to a guy like myself. Not when she was more than willing to go to bed with me anytime I really needed a good fuck and spread those lush thighs of hers wide.
I guess it had something to do with the fact that I was the kind of a guy she could really feel sorry for. She knew that Harold Blake had been out to send me up the river and that most of my so-called friends wouldn't even talk to me. Well, if for no other reason than the risk she took just being my friend, I sort of owed her a favor or two.
No, I didn't love Mae Lee for after that deal my ex-wife had given me I was hardly ready to love any woman. I owed her a favor or two the way I looked at things. Letting her meet my sweet Wanda would be one small payment. Letting her go down on the lovely innocent child's virginal cunt would pay off all my debts to that lovely young woman. When I went racing from my old home town it was going to be a nice feeling to know I had at least one good friend back there. Everybody needs to know there is somebody who might be wondering from time to time how they are making out.
Rita Blake didn't give up fighting until I'd rolled her over onto her stomach and had mounted her. Only when she felt the heat from the head of my swollen cock against the soft flesh of her buttock cheeks did she at last seem to realize that she was going to get fucked in the ass. I chuckled softly when I felt her whole body go slack under mine and glanced up at my old enemy who couldn't take his eyes from my swollen cock.
"I bet you never dreamed of watching a real man shove so much good, hard meat deep into your wife's asshole," I said to Harold Blake while I patted Rita's ass good. "Just remember this is a thrill few married men ever experience."
"He'll hunt you down and kill you if it's the last thing he ever does, Eddie," Wanda Blake said proving she knew her old man better than most of the kids her age did.
"You know it's funny but his being after me from now on won't bug me nearly so much," I said letting the tip of my cock gently brush Rita Blake's asshole. "Perhaps that's because I know I deserve his hate now where before I couldn't understand his being after me, it made no sense."
"Oh, you knew the reason!" Rita Blake gasped, as the tip of my cock lightly brushed over her asshole. "A cheap second-storey man broke into the apartment of his sixty-seven-year-old aunt and finding that poor old woman alone and helpless, raped her three or four times before morning. That poor old woman went out of her mind with fear within six months and had to be put away."
"And this bright husband of yours decided that made all second-story men the lowest things on earth," I said in a cold tone of voice. "Shit! do I look like the kind of guy who'd fuck a broad in her sixties?"
"Do you look like the sort of monster who'd fuck a broad while her husband was forced to watch him not only fuck the wife but go down on his fourteen-year-old daughter?" Rita Blake asked and I guess she did have a point there.
That was one of the things that always got to me. These people who were always so right about everything could always come up with at least one good point to make their way of thinking seem like the only right way. Shit! most of those people broke every moral code, law in the book. They just had a way of making it seem right.
"You've got a point there, bitch!" I said with my blood boiling, as I eased the head of my throbbing cock into that tight asshole of hers. "I think you deserve a good fuck in the ass for making it so well."
"Oh, God!" Rita Blake cried out, as I drove the rest of my cock deep into her asshole, placed my hands firmly on those smooth shoulders of hers and began to fuck her good.
"Oh, golly!" Wanda gasped from the sofa where with her own two eyes she actually saw that tiny asshole of her mother's spread wide enough to take all of my cock just as she'd watched her mother's full-lipped cunt open not so long before to take my hard, hot cock eagerly into its depths.
"Do you think this is really hurting your old lady?" I asked, as I began to pick up the timing of my strokes so that I was really pounding Rita Blake good and hard to force her into an orgasm more quickly than usual. "I know she would like you to think so but that's just not the way it works, honey."
"You make it sound as though adults couldn't live without fucking and yet turn around and lie to us kids saying we are terrible to even think about fucking," Wanda said and she was breathing almost as hard as her mother was even though she was only watching the fucking.
"Can you look me right in the eye and say honestly that's not just the way it is, honey?" I asked and laughed that nasty little laugh. "Shit! do you really think your parents would have stayed married so many years if they hadn't enjoyed a lot of good fucking? You know better. Yet they try to tell you it's wrong for you to even think about sex."
Do you really manage to get your own thoughts and ideas over to a teen-age girl like Wanda Blake? Can you really make her see that you aren't such a monster just because you don't toe the line the way her parents think you should?
"I just don't know for sure anymore," Wanda said in a very soft voice. "All the books I've read, all the things I have been taught here at home. Nobody agrees on anything when it comes to sex."
"Aah! Eek!" Rita Blake cried out sharply and her body began to thrust wildly beneath mine as that first orgasm swept through her from the top of her head to the ends of her pink toes.
I gripped those smooth shoulders of hers more firmly and picked up the timing of my strokes even more. I wanted Wanda to see how often her mother could reach an orgasm, perhaps that would quiet some of her own fears when she learned that reaching an orgasm was just a part of fucking. I knew Mae Lee well enough to know that once she got her hands on Wanda the child would soon discover just how lustful another human being could really be.
It was a good fuck for an ass fuck. I personally don't go for fucking a broad in the ass the way some guys do, at least to hear them talk. I had only fucked Rita Blake in the ass to make her old man sweat a little more. Shit! if I'd felt up to it and not been planning on fucking that lovely, innocent teen-age daugher of his before too long I'd have fucked Rita Blake between those sagging tits of hers just to make that bastard, Harold Blake sweat real good.
I managed to hold back for a .fairly long time. I could have done much better since it was a second fuck, had my cock been moving up and down inside Rita Blake's cunt. It was that tight asshole of hers though and I naturally lost some of my staying power, perhaps because of the tightness of that little hole and all the added friction.
Whatever the reason my own orgasm swept over my body before Rita Blake had come twice. My seed spurted deep, deep into her asshole and she cried out so sharply I knew she was feeling it clear to the top of her head. I chuckled softly when I glanced up into Harold Blake's face and saw that his eyes were tightly closed. That cheap bastard hadn't even had the guts it took to watch his wife get fucked in the ass. Shit! who was he to have the power to hound a guy like myself to death just because I was a second story man, wasn't stupid enough to work eight or ten hours a day for somebody else so they could get rich on my sweat.
"Not bad for second choice, bitch," I said getting to my feet after giving Rita Blake a good swat on that very lovely bare ass of hers.
"You sonofabitch!" Rita Blake hissed and for shooting off that big mouth of hers she got kicked real good in the ass before I moved towards my pile of clothing.
"I hate to fuck and run like this folks," I said and took a deep breath letting Wanda see how full my chest could really become. "Wanda and I are going to take a little trip now and meet a very good friend of mine."
"You're going to take her with you?" Rita Blake asked in a voice choked with pure fear.
"Yes, yes, yes," I replied, as I slipped into my shirt and felt my pack of cigarettes in its pocket. "That should give you and your husband something to think about when you manage to get free of those bounds and go screaming for the police."
"You know that because of his position Harold will have to call the police at once," Rita Blake snapped. "He does have his duty you know."
"I should think that his love for his daughter would come first," I said pulling on my pants, slipping my feet into my loose-fitting shoes. "I know that if I were her father I'd be more worried about her well being than about some stupid position I held."
"You wouldn't understand," Wanda said, as I moved to help her to her feet. "You have no idea how hard daddy had to work to get where he's at."
"And to think that your parents have been thinking of you as a child," I said pulling her into my arms, kissing her hard on the mouth before lowering my head towards those very lovely titties of hers.
"Ooh, my!" she cooed a moment later when my lips closed around the nipple of her left tittie, as my hands slid down her bare back to spread out over her slim buttocks.
I heard Rita Blake sob softly from behind but didn't bother to even glance her way. Wanda was proving to be fare more of an adult than either of her parents. Aside from the fact that she was aroused sexually and about as curious as a girl her age could get about sex and not demand to learn all there was to learn about that subject. I wasn't going to make her beg for any of the answers she so badly wanted.
"Now let's go into your room and get a thin, mini-skirted dress and a pair of loose fitting shoes for you to wear," I said when I could pull myself away from her tittie.
"I know just the dress," she said and giggled just before I smacked that cute little ass of hers good, sending her on her way to the door.
In the bedroom I untied Wanda's wrist long enough to let her slip into a very thin, miniskirted pink dress and a pair of those shoes which consist mainly of a sole and straps that always seem to be popular with the teen-age girls. The pink dress was one I might've picked out for the child. It clung to that young figure of hers so perfectly, was so short that once she was sitting in the car its hem would be well up above where the edge of her panties should be, if she were to wear any.
"What about my panties?" Wanda asked, as I bound her wrists behind her back once more glad the dress unbuttoned down its front.
"You're starting out on a whole new way of life, honey," I said and put my arm around her shoulder to pull her close. "I know it's going to seem strange at first but you'll come to love everything about it."
I knew that Rita Blake was the kind of mother who would have taught her daughter to always wear panties. I could understand that too but like I'd just told Wanda she was starting a whole new way of life. Her days as a sweet innocent fourteen-year-old girl were about over. She was about to become little more than a lustful, sex-crazed creature who would think of nothing but pure distilled sex, sex, sex.
I really felt sorry to do that to such a lovely innocent young girl. It was a mean thing to do to some of those cheap little tramps that ran away from home. She was Harold Blake's daughter though, that was her bad luck. When that bastard saw her again, if he ever did, he wouldn't even admit she was his daughter. I would have bet on that.
Harold Blake was that kind of a bastard!
CHAPTER FIVE
The drive from the Blake home over to the apartment building was perhaps the best part of the whole evening. From the very first I let the child know that there was but one reason we were together. Yes, I let her know that her life was going to be filled with sex, sex, and more sex. Not even back in my courting days had I enjoyed such an evening ride with such a delightful young woman sitting at my side.
Back in my courting days I'd always been out to make that good impression on the girl sitting at my side. Oh, I might try to sneak a kiss or get one hand down into the front of her dress but I'd never have dreamed of pulling the hem of her skirt up around her waist to bare her cunt. That would have been the end of that. With Wanda that was just the beginning.
Wanda's mini-skirted dress was pulled up around her narrow waist to bare her cunt before I backed the car out of the driveway of her home. Driving slower than usual I kept one hand on that soft cunt of that child feeling that the sooner she got over her shyness and became totally aware of her strong sexual desires the easier it would be for her. I really had no wish to hurt the child. Oh, I know it may not sound that way but so help me it's true. It was just that her old man had to be stopped. He had to learn that he couldn't go on playing God and get away with it even if he was the local district attorney.
"Now you just relax and enjoy the view, honey," I said, as I felt the heavenly warmth of her virginal cunt there against the palm of my hand. "Just pretend you're with your girl friend playing those delightful sex games."
"I never felt this funny with, Betty," she whispered and that was the first time she'd called her friend by name so perhaps we were getting to be a little closer.
"This friend of mine whom you will meet soon is a very, very warm-hearted young woman," I said thinking that it might ease her mind knowing she wasn't going to be alone with a man all of the time. "Everybody just loves Mae Lee."
"Is she Oriental?" Wanda asked but that was no surprise for I'd asked Mae Lee that myself even after having fucked her real good for she did have those high cheekbones, those narrow slanted eyes like the Orientals.
"She tells me there is no oriental blood in her veins," I replied and then confessed, "There are times when just looking at her I doubt that. I hear Oriental girls are very good in bed and Mae Lee is one of the best fucks I know."
"Do you fuck her very often?" Wanda asked actually saying that strange four-letter word for the first time to a male though I'd have bet her and that friend of hers had used all those dirty words, as they'd been taught to think of those four-letter words, when they had been playing those little sex games of theirs in private.
"Mae Lee is one of those strange girls," I said with the hope that I could make the child understand just what I was really trying to tell her. "She likes girls better than men, younger girls even more. She has such a big, warm heart though that she will let a man she likes who is down on his luck fuck her good now and then."
"What do you mean down on his luck?" Wanda asked pulling a surprise on me for that wasn't the question I'd been expecting from her at all.
"Your father has been after me for a long, long time now and most of my so-called friends will have nothing to do with me because they fear him so," I began. "Mae Lee has proved that she is the kind of a friend a man like myself needs. I can't work with your old man after me, even get a broad to let me fuck her good. That's being way down on your luck in Mae's book so she has let me fuck her good several times."
"No wonder you hate daddy so much," the child said and lowered her head as though in shame.
"The worst part has been not understanding why your father was out to get me so badly," I said moving the palm of my hand up and down over the child's warm cunt. "Now that I understand it won't be so bad."
So I was taking real dirty to that child using those four-letter words every chance I got. I know this may give you the impression that I have a twisted mind, that perhaps Harold Blake had known that from talking with me and watching me. I wish to make it perfectly clear that is not the case. As I'd told the child, if you will recall, she was about to begin a whole new way of life. What I was trying to do was start her thinking like the lustful, sex-crazed being she would become in the near future.
If I have forgotten to tell you what plans I had for that child I beg your forgiveness. There are men in this world who seek young women such as Wanda Blake. They desire to turn so lovely an innocent child into the kind of a creature who will do anything to please their twisted sexual desires. Wanda was going to be sold to such a man, for the top price. After all she was still a virgin.
"Will this friend of yours go down on me like you did?" Wanda asked feeling my hand move lightly over her soft, warm cunt.
"Has your friend Betty ever gone down on you, honey?" I asked, for it was important that Mae Lee and I knew everything the child actually knew about sex.
"Not really," Wanda replied. "She used to run her lips up and down my inner thighs, move her hands over my cunt the way you're doing with that one hand but she never actually put her lips flat against my cunt and drove her tongue into it."
"Have you performed those same favors for her?" I asked and let one finger tip slip into her cunt slit.
"I like just sucking her titties while my hands move up and down her legs and over her cunt," Wanda confessed. "She has so much hair covering her cunt."
"Ah, yes," I said and chuckled softly. "Learning to put your mouth against a cunt that is so well protected by so much hair is something only another woman can teach you but I promise you shall learn that sport."
"Why should I learn to put my mouth over another woman's cunt like that?" Wanda asked and she did seem to be honestly startled by the idea.
"My dear young lady," I said remembering just in time that it was still too soon to let her learn that I actually thought her to be as much of a child as her parents did. "You are going to learn to think and live for but one purpose. You are going to be content only when you are giving somebody sexual pleasure in one form or another."
"You're talking crazy-like," Wanda said. "I'm not the kind of a girl who lets just anybody look at her body, much less touch and kiss it."
"Up to a point you are right of course," I said working a little more of my finger into her cunt slit. "It's not the kind of young lady you are, were brought up to be even, but the kind you are going to be trained to be that counts."
Wanda was breathing hard and really scared for the second time since I'd known her. It did seem as though I'd not made myself at all clear to the poor child. Perhaps she still had the crazy idea I had forced my way into her home to rape her poor mother in front of her helpless father. If my reader still feels that way I've got some explaining to do.
"I have a feeling there is a grave misunderstanding between the two of us, honey," I said and braked to a stop for a stop light giving me a chance to fingerfuck the child pretty good, while waiting for the light to change.
"Why did you come to our house then?"
Wanda asked, as she gasped for breath when the light changed and I set the car into motion at once.
"It's true I have been out to get even with your father," I confessed. "I've been keeping an eye on your whole family for some time now just waiting for the right moment to act. I've watched you down on the beach, seen the way you let those young studs fool with your titties and inner thighs. I've even had talks with some of the girls who go to school with you."
"What could my friends know about me that would interest you?" Wanda asked, taking a deep breath as I removed my finger from her cunt slit.
"For one thing most of them thought it a joke that I should be interested in such a shy girl," I replied and chuckled very softly. "One lovely young lady wanted to know if I didn't honestly think she and I would make better lovers than you and I. She seemed to be willing to give it a try."
"Why didn't you?" Wanda asked and I knew that nothing would have pleased her more.
"Oh, she was a very good fuck," I said unable to keep from bragging just a little. "I still came to your house tonight to kidnap you though. I half hoped your old man would be man enough to try and stop me so that I could beat the shit out of him. What a shock learning he was such a coward."
"He was only trying to keep from making you angry when he told my mother to do what you told her to," Wanda said, as she lowered her head.
"Shit on that noise, honey!" I said and patted her slim thigh. "That old man of yours is so yellow he stinks and we both know it. Well it made me mad seeing how yellow he was so I fixed him real good and raped your poor old lady right in front of him, did it twice and went down on you just for the hell of it."
"You weren't going to rape my mother when you first forced your way into our house?" Wanda asked in a startled voice. "I was so scared. So sure you had come just to rape the both of us."
"And I thought all along you were afraid I was going to tell your parents all about seeing you letting that young stud tease your titties down on the beach," I said and had to laugh at my own foolishness.
"Yes I'd seen you on the beach," Wanda confessed. "I guess I really thought you'd gotten your idea from watching that boy tease my titties so boldly there in public."
I really had myself a good laugh after Wanda made that last statement of hers. Oh, I'd been right when I'd felt she'd been afraid of me from the moment I'd first entered her house. It was just that I'd been so very, very wrong about why she'd been so afraid of me.
"I'm sorry I told your parents about seeing you and that young stud down on the beach," I said. "When your old man proved to be so yellow I had to hurt him in every way I could."
"He'll have you hunted down like an animal and shot on sight, you know," Wanda said in a cold tone of voice but I figured she was just talking to keep up her nerve.
"Perhaps knowing why he hates my guts so will make his hounding me easier to take," I said, as I swung the car into the parking area alongside the plush new apartment building where Mae Lee lived.
"I'm not going to try and break free so you'll have reason to rape me," she said and darned if a tear didn't roll from the corner of each pretty eye.
"I'm very glad to hear that you're not going to force me to twist your arms up behind your back to keep you from making a fool of yourself," I said, turning to face her after switching off the engine and lights.
We sat there just looking at each other in silence for some time. At last I slid from the car and walked around it to help her out. So she was going to try pulling the same thing her old man had tried to pull. She was going to be very, very agreeable so that I would have no reason to get sore. Didn't she understand how things really were?
I was going to fuck her and fuck her real good. Oh, not right away and perhaps she had sensed that. Some times these youngsters can seem to almost read your mind. She was fooling herself if she thought she could keep me from fucking her by being so very, very nice. I hadn't fucked her as yet for the simple reason that a virgin was worth that much more money, on the hoof.
I closed the car door behind her, untied her wrists and then gripping one of her wrists firmly in my hand pulled it up between her shoulder blades. I brushed her cheek with my lips and let her feel the pain of a wristlock such as I had on her.
"I'm not fighting!" she gasped and I got the feeling that in spite of everything I still had not managed to make that child understand how things really were.
"Just walk along at my side as though we were two lovers returning from a stroll," I said and chuckled softly. "Hell, I've come to know this lovely virgin body of yours so well we could very well be lovers."
She didn't have anything to say to that as I moved her forward towards the front of the apartment building. She just let me move her along as though she could have cared less about where we were going or why. If she thought I was going to loose interest in her that quickly after having learned how quickly her sexual desires could be aroused she had another think coming as they say.
At that hour of the morning, it was just a little after 2 A.M. the plush lobby of the apartment building was deserted. As we moved through that plush lobby I had no doubt that Wanda was very, very impressed. Oh, Wanda was used to having a nice home and all that but even so that lobby had been designed to impress just that sort of person.
I showed Wanda into the third elevator remembering that Mae Lee had said it was the one to use. It was the only one that was self-service so that there was no old man sitting there taking a good look at you and whomever happened to be with you.
"Nearly everybody who lives here uses this car," Mae Lee had and laughed softly. "We feel that even living in such a plush palace like this we still have a right to our private lives if that's still possible in this day and age."
I had joked with her about that later and had gotten her to confess that she didn't like the idea of those old men who ran elevator cars seeing her returning home early in the morning like that with young men, or chicks. I pressed just a little harder and got her to admit that it was really the chicks she objected to having those men looking over.
"The way they look at two women out together at this hour of the morning," Mae Lee admitted, "is enough to make you feel dirty and there is nothing dirty about any form of sex. It's the way people think about it that makes it seem that way."
I guess I went along with her. I'd never tried that kind of sex myself, knew no man who would confess to having given it a try at least. Broads seemed to go more for that sort of lovemaking than most guys did. I'd read somewhere that it had something to do with the way they were brought up that made it seem so right for them. They were so used to being hugged and kissed by their own sex, even as babies.
The elevator car rose quickly, silently to the floor where Mae Lee lived. Even the halls of that building had that nice thick, wall-to-wall carpet. As I moved down the hall behind Wanda I wondered if go-go dancers really made the kind of money it surely took to live in such a plush dump.
I really didn't have too much time to dwell on that before we reached Mae Lee's apartment. I pulled Wanda close to me and pressed the buzzer good and hard in case Mae Lee was still in the shower. I'd taken a couple of showers with that delightful young lady, I think everybody who'd ever been up to her apartment with her had. I knew how lost she got when that warm water was running over her body. It was almost as though that water were making love to her.
"Ooh, Eddie," Mae Lee said when she opened the door of her apartment stark naked the way she always did at that hour of the morning, for she felt that anyone who would be calling on her at such an hour was bound to be a close friend and all of her close friends had seen her naked often enough.
"I brought you a very special surprise," I said and pushed the startled Wanda past her into the apartment.
"Well, I guess you did, darling!" Mae Lee cooed closing the door, as she turned to let her eyes move slowly over Wanda in very much the same way another man would have looked over that lovely innocent child.
"Wanda happens to be a virgin," I said and took Mae Lee into my arms like always.
It was a long, long kiss with our tongues doing a hot battle there inside her lovely mouth. Even through my clothing the copper-colored, penny-sized nipples of her full, firm tits felt warm to my chest. I cupped one of those big tits in the palm of my one hand and began to mold it gently knowing it took so very little to excite those nipples.
"Are you sure the child is a virgin, darling?" Mae Lee asked when she at last pulled back her head.
"I went down on her good," I said and chuckled softly. "Yes I am very, very sure she is a virgin and that's why we stopped off to see you before taking a little trip."
"Don't tell me you're going to marry the child," Mae Lee said rolling those slanted eyes of her up at me.
"Hardly," I said, as I slipped my arms around her and let my hands slip down over her back to cup the cheeks of that full, rich ass of hers that thrilled so many men nightly when she wiggled it beneath their noses. "Harold Blake would never stand for such a thing."
"If you were to get married he might think you were trying to reform," Mae Lee cooed very softly and brushed my cheek with her warm lips.
"Even if I married his teen-age daughter after having fucked his wife before his very eyes?" I asked and was very pleased to see how much that shocked Mae Lee for she wasn't the type of girl who could be shocked that easy.
"Have you lost your mind, darling?" Mae Lee asked even as she glanced towards Wanda who seemed to be just standing there waiting to see what would happen next.
"I've been keeping an eye on the Blake family for some time while looking for the best way I could find to get even with that bastard," I replied, as my hands began to mold those soft, warm buttocks that filled the palms of my hands so well. "I finally got the word that the man will be at the golf range this coming week-end and in the market for young teen-age girls."
"You can actually think of turning that child over to the man!" Mae Lee gasped. "Oh, darling. I had no idea you hated Harold Blake so much."
"When I forced my way into that bastard's home this evening he didn't even have guts enough to try and take the gun away from me," I explained to Mae Lee feeling my blood starting to boil just remembering how much I hated that bastard. "He calmly told his wife that I wasn't just right so she would be wise to do just whatever I said."
"You can see he is mad," Wanda said softly to Mae Lee. "Daddy was just trying to keep my mommy from doing something foolish that would make him mad but it didn't work. He made her tie us to chairs and then raped her twice in front of us to prove what a real man he was."
"I'm afraid your daddy may have brought what happened to your mother on himself, honey," Mae Lee said softly, as she pulled away from me and walked over to put her arms around the poor child. "He hunted this man as though he were nothing but an animal and for no real reason."
"How can you let him touch you, kiss you like that?" Wanda asked and showed the first signs of being ready to break down from the strain of everything that had happened to her and to those she loved that evening.
"Eddie is really a very nice guy," Mae Lee cooed into the child's ear as one of her hands moved down to cup one of those small titties. "He can be very, very gentle even when fucking a woman and that says a lot for him, though of course you're not old enough to understand that."
"You're thinking about nothing but sex just like him," Wanda whimpered and I knew she was going to break down and start to cry.
"Yes I'm thinking about sex," Mae Lee cooed. "Darling, I'm going to prove to you how sweet, warm, and delicious sex can be between two people."
"Wanda and one of her girl friends have played around a little," I informed Mae Lee. "They have never gone down on each other because they don't like all that hair."
"Oh, we'll teach our darling how to get around getting her lovely mouth filled with hair," Mae Lee cooed and her fingers were busy opening the front of Wanda's thin dress, for having felt that small tittie through that thin material with those slim fingers of hers, she desired to fondle and suck both of those naked titties.
"Of course that's one of the reasons I stopped by to let you make love to the lovely innocent child," I said reaching for my cigarettes. "I also wished to repay you for having been such a very good friend."
"You are a darling, Eddie," Mae Lee cooed, as she slipped the thin dress from Wanda's shoulders. "I'll teach this child to go down on me, of that you can be sure."
"I was also thinking I could get some sleep while the child was making love to you," I said after lighting a cigarette. "If Harold Blake and his wife have gotten free the police are out searching for the two of us. They'll never dream of coming here to a plush place like this in their search for a cheap second-story man such as myself."
"Oh, you are becoming very cool, darling," Mae Lee cooed, as she moved back from Wanda to let the child's dress slip to the floor about her ankles. "Ah, such a living doll."
"I saw her lying on the beach wearing only the bottom half of her bathing suit one day," I informed Mae Lee. "She was in sort of a trance while a good-looking young stud teased those titties of hers. I knew at once she was curious about sex and would be perfect for the man.
"I belonged to the man once myself you know," Mae Lee said and she seemed to be looking back into time. "He can be very, very good to the right girl as I learned and I feel sure Wanda will become that kind of girl with a little of our coaching."
"Have you ever wished to visit the man again?" I asked for I knew that if he had turned Mae Lee loose he'd really been very, very fond of her. Most of the girls who belonged to him wound up in whorehouses all over the world once he and his friends tired of them.
"Yes, I'd kind of like to see the man again," Mae Lee said very softly. "I've heard he is getting a little fat and lost some hair but he would still be a very good-looking man."
"So why not take a little trip with Wanda and I?" I asked and blew a smoke ring into the air. "You've surely got some time off coming, some money saved."
"Let me think about it, darling," Mae Lee cooed. "Now you just stretch out there on the sofa while this lovely innocent child and I go into the bedroom to begin her lessons."
"You are a bitch after my own heart," I said to Mae Lee as I moved to drop onto the sofa thinking it would be good to just go to sleep with no worries whatever.
Mae Lee laughed softly, picked up Wanda's dress and lead that lovely innocent child from the room. I lay back on the sofa and puffed away on my cigarette thinking about how well things were going for me. It had been so long since I'd felt that I could take a deep breath without the fear of getting put in jail for that simple act.
I smoked that first cigarette clear down to the filter before crushing it out. Quickly I lighted a second cigarette and drew deeply on it. I was usually the kind of smoker who went through three packs a day. I hadn't had a cigarette since I'd first waved my gun under the nose of Harold Blake and he'd proven to be so yellow.
"Who is it, dear?" Rita Blake had called from the living room.
"Now don't go and get excited," Harold Blake had said in the same tone of voice he used when giving a speech to those stupid voters who kept him in office. "Just obey the gentleman and everything will turn out all right."
Hah, some gentleman I'd turned out to be once his wife had bound him to that chair. I'd not only raped her twice while he watched but stripped that lovely, innocent daughter of his and gone down on her under his nose. Shit! I'd even forced his wife to give him that blow job while his daughter and I had watched. I must remember to tell Mae Lee about that for she understood such things.
I could hear Wanda sobbing softly, I could hear the soft voice of Mae Lee trying to sooth the child. Having watched Mae Lee with another young chick once I could picture her soft hands moving lightly over the child's body as clearly as though I'd been there in the bedroom. Between those soft, gentle hands and that voice of hers she'd make Wanda feel at ease.
I smoked three cigarettes in a row before I began to feel relaxed enough to go to sleep. I'm not the kind of a guy who can just stretch out anywhere and drop off to sleep in a moment. Perhaps I've been on the run too long. I had no desire to light a fresh cigarette when I'd finished that third one.
Wanda had stopped her sobbing. Only the sound of Mae Lee's soothing voice came from the bedroom. I knew that would soon be replaced by the startled gasp Wanda made as Mae Lee took her into a series of violent sexual orgasms. I wasn't going to hear those delightful sounds I knew.
Deep, deep sleep was way too close for that.
CHAPTER SIX
I awoke very slowly, not at all sure of where I was at first. My whole body felt completely relaxed as it had not felt in what seemed like ages and ages. Bright yellow sunlight was streaming in through two big windows on my left. Everything was so perfect, so peaceful it seemed all wrong. All I could do was just lay there in wonderment.
"Ooh, oh that's it, darling," a soft, sex-filled voice cooed and everything fell perfectly into place.
Quickly I swung my legs from the sofa feeling that thick carpet on my bare feet and stood up. My cock was rock hard there beneath the crotch of my tight pants the way it always was after I'd had a really restful night's sleep. Moving as silently as a cat, for my bare feet made no sound as they moved over that thick carpet, I moved towards the sound of that sex-filled voice.
That voice was coming from the center of a big, round bed in a bedroom just down the hall. Lying flat on her back on that round bed of hers was the lovely Mae Lee. Those lush thighs of hers were spread-eagle. The reason for those sounds was the lovely innocent child on her knees between those lush thighs. I could see the child's thin ass along with her back and shoulders. There was no need for me to see her head to know that she no longer feared getting her mouth filled with all those cunt hairs.
"Ah, what a delicious sight so early in the morning," I said moving to the edge of the bed and reaching out to pat Wanda on her cute little ass.
"It's about time you were waking up, darling," Mae Lee cooed in a devilish tone of voice. "This so-called lovely innocent child is about to drain me dry."
That'll be the day, bitch," I said, as my hands went to work on my belt buckle.
"Say good morning to the monster, darling," Mae Lee said, as she patted the top of Wanda's head lightly.
I had moved up alongside the bed so that I could see the child's head bobbing up and down between those lush thighs of the lovely Mae Lee. I found myself still thinking of Wanda as the child and would very likely do so until I knew she was no longer a virgin. While I'd once dreamed of being the man who would drive his cock deep into her virgin cunt that first time she got fucked I wasn't any longer so sure of myself. I'd been too disappointed the first time I'd driven my tongue deep into that virgin cunt I guess.
"Good morning," Wanda said at last, as she lifted her head from between those lush thighs and turned to smile at me.
"You need to wash your face good, honey," I said to her, seeing the cunt juice on the end of her nose and chin.
"Now don't you scold our poor darling, bastard," Mae Lee cooed and reached for my cock that was swaying back and forth like a sword just inches from the edge of the bed.
"Wait!" I said catching Mae Lee's wrist. "Wanda has sucked a plastic cock that was worn by her girl friend. Don't you think it's time she at least licked the head of a real man's cock?"
"Sure you won't blast her right in the face and scare her half to death?" Mae Lee asked and giggled softly for she knew me better than that.
"What are you so afraid of, bitch?" I asked sticking my tongue out at her. "Afraid you'll not get fucked good?"
"Oh, I've no doubt of getting fucked real good," Mae Lee cooed. "I know what a man you really are, darling."
Wanda made a face at Mae Lee, turned around there on the bed and leaned over the edge. Once again she was being just like her father. She was treating me like a sick child who had to be humored. I wanted her to lick the head of my cock for me. If that was what would keep me from jumping up and down and screaming, she'd lick the head of my cock, she'd take as much of it into her mouth as she could.
I felt the jolt all along my spine when Wanda's soft, warm tongue touched the end of it. Not only touched the end of it but found that little slit in the end and tried to slip down into it. Christ! did she think she was licking the end of that plastic cock again.
"I'd say that was enough, darling," Mae Lee cooed patting Wanda on the head. "Now go take that shower while I let this real man give me a real man's kind of fucking."
"You're going to let him shove that terrible thing into your cunt?" Wanda asked, and the disgust she felt for Mae Lee was all too clear.
"Oh, I know how you feel, darling," Mae Lee cooed. "Right now you just can't see how I could think of lowering myself that much. Take my word for it when I promise you that there will come a day when you will proudly spread your thighs for such a proud cock as that."
Wanda made that face again and headed for the bathroom. I watched her go glad the only way she could get out of that bathroom was by coming back through the bedroom. Knowing what a mean fuck Mae Lee gave, I decided not to trust either that lovely innocent child or myself. Fucking Mae Lee I could just forget all about everything else. With that in mind I moved to the door of the bathroom and locked it before moving to join Mae Lee on her bed.
"You are a very distrustful kind of bastard, darling," Mae Lee said and laughed, as I moved onto the bed with her.
"So that little darling has won your heart," I said trying to sound as nasty as I could. "I can see that the idea of my fucking you doesn't sit well with her at all."
"She will get over that, darling," Mae Lee cooed lifting her feet into the air, as I moved up between those lush thighs of hers so that she might bring them together on my ass. "I know that to be a proven fact."
"I'm very glad to hear that, bitch," I said and then with one quick thrust, sent my cock deep, deep into that heavenly cunt of Mae Lee's.
As I've said before, that Mae Lee gave a mean fuck. With her knees drawn way up under those big, full tits of hers like they were and her feet resting on my ass, she had opened herself as wide as any broad could open herself for a man.
With each good thrust my swollen cock was driven deep, deep into her cunt while my balls slapped against her lovely bare ass.
I knew only brief sketches of Mae Lee's life. In spite of the long months we'd known each other she'd let only little things drop from time to time. The kind of little things that began to add up to a pretty clear picture. I knew how much she loved being with innocent young chicks like Wanda and yet that didn't keep her from enjoying a really good fuck. Add those together and you had a picture of a young woman who had been trained to enjoy sex in any form it might be offered to her.
"WOW! EEE!" Mae Lee cried out just before I felt her bathe my cock with her cunt juice and she began pounding her feet against my ass as she reached that first orgasm. I knew that she wasn't going to be expecting it but even so I slowed down the timing of my strokes. Oh, it wasn't the usual way but it was such a really good fuck I could honestly see no need to end it too quickly.
"Oh you bastard, you," she gasped when she felt my timing slow down and realized what I was up to.
"What you need is a good long fuck, bitch," I said and chuckled even as I cupped one of her full, rich tits in my left hand while I sucked as much of that other tit, as anyone could manage, into my hot mouth and began sucking savagely away at it.
There was one thing I had to remember and that was the fact that Mae Lee was no Rita Blake. Mae Lee wasn't going to be highly impressed just because the man fucking her could make her have more than one orgasm during a fuck. No, to impress Mae Lee a man really had to show her that he knew how to control himself. She could reach orgasm after orgasm and feel no noticeable strain.
I had learned quickly that Mae Lee got nearly as much of a thrill from having those big tits of hers sucked as she did from having a hard, hot cock thrusting up and down inside her cunt. I'd learned that one evening when I'd dropped in on her without first letting her know I was going to ahead of time. I'd found her in bed with a Negro chick. Not being the least bit shocked, Mae Lee had agreed to my fucking her good while she and the Negro chick had gone on about making their very own kind of love.
I'd have liked to have fucked that Negro chick good but she wasn't like Mae Lee. She couldn't stand to have a man touch that perfectly shaped body of hers much less fuck her good and she'd let Mae Lee know she thought less of her for being a two-way bitch. She'd shown the same disgust for Mae Lee that Wanda had but with far more reason. Wanda wasn't old enough to know what it was all about.
"You're going to shake up our little girl crying out like that, bitch!" I said when I was forced to let her tit slip from my mouth to catch a few deep breaths.
"Our little girl is going to be far more shaken up than that if you actually plan on turning her over to the man," Mae Lee cooed, as she locked her arms about my neck.
"You know I'm not really the bastard I seem like now, baby," I said softly. "I've just got to get my hands on some real money so I can get out of Harold Blake's reach. Having that bastard breathing down my neck day and night is getting to me in a way I never dreamed anything could."
"If he only had a good reason for hounding you," Mae Lee cooed softly being as understanding as she'd always been so I knew I'd have to be perfectly honest with her.
"Oh, I just learned from his wife that in his own twisted mind Harold Blake has a perfectly good reason for hounding all second-storey men to death," I confessed, as I felt those feet start to pound my ass again and knew another orgasm was about to sweep through Mae Lee's lush body.
"What reason could that be?" Mae Lee managed to ask and then she bathed my cock good with her cunt juice while a second orgasm swept through her lush body.
I kept up the timing of my strokes even as I felt that warm cunt juice wash over my thrusting cock. One sure way of bringing that fuck to a quick end right at that point would be to start switching my timing. No, I'd slowed the timing of my strokes and that was how it would be until I reached my climax.
"A second-storey man broke into his aunt's apartment, raped the old lady so badly she lost her mind shortly thereafter," I replied when Mae Lee's second orgasm had subsided.
"So that makes it right for him to use the power of his office to hound you and other second-storey men," Mae Lee said in a cold tone of voice.
"I'm afraid there aren't too many good citizens going to get worked up over the fact that an elected official happens to be hounding me" I said and chuckled softly, as I felt that first tingle down in my balls that told me my own climax was very, very close.
"Well they should be, darling," Mae Lee cooed. "If a man finds he can get away with the misuse of his power in one way he will soon try doing so in other ways."
I couldn't help but kiss Mae Lee for being so completely loyal to an old friend. Oh, I knew that she was feeling very, very fond of me right then thanks to that big cock of mine that was moving up and down inside her cunt. When she was being fucked good Mae Lee could see only the good in the man giving her that good fuck.
"You are a strange, strange girl," I whispered to her and I meant every single word of it. "I have used you, put you in danger by hanging around you, still you stick up for me when the chips are down."
"I've decided to take time off from my job," she gasped, as her arms tightened about my neck. "I need a man around who can fuck me as well as you do darling."
"Are you sure that's your only reason?" I couldn't help but question though it was hardly a way of showing my thanks for the way she'd stuck by me.
"What other," Mae Lee began to ask, only to have a third, more violent orgasm sweep through her lush body.
I felt the full impact of that third orgasm more as it swept through Mae Lee's lush body. No, it wasn't that she bathed my cock with that much more cunt juice, or that her feet began to pound my ass harder. As I recall her feet didn't seem to move at all. It was more likely the fact that my own body was so much closer to feeling an orgasm of its own sweeping through it. Yes, I feared I'd held back just about as long as I could manage.
Ah, those lucky, broads who can reach orgasm after good orgasm while being soundly fucked. They try to let on like it's always the man who is thinking about sex to begin with, who is trying to get them into the nearest bed so he can fuck them real good. Well, I've never been able to go along with that line they try to hand out. If they don't love being fucked just as much as we guys love fucking them how come they get so much more out of a really good fuck?
"WHEW!" Mae Lee sighed when her third orgasm had subsided and she could think and talk again. "What other reason would I have for deciding to take this trip with you, darling."
"What a bitch," I said and laughed. "I was thinking you might think you could talk me out of turning that lovely innocent child over to the man."
"The way you keep thinking of her as a child is what worries me, darling," Mae Lee said softly. "She could take advantage of that and get away from you I'm afraid unless you had somebody along to help watch her closely."
"You just won't let your real feeling show, will you?" I said and none to soon for it seemed that almost as soon as that question was out of my mouth my cock began to act as though it was a living thing completely apart from the rest of my body with a mind all its own.
"Oooh, darling!" Mae Lee gasped. "So, so much hot, hot juice you are spurting so deeply into me!"
Yes, I was letting Mae Lee have everything that I hadn't given to Rita Blake when I'd fucked her earlier in the evening. Never mind the fact that Mae Lee wasn't having an orgasm of her own to match mine. She'd already had enough of those to feel well fucked. We never seemed to reach an orgasm together when I fucked her and yet we were both always very, very pleased when the fucking was over.
"You're still the best fuck in town, bitch," I said rolling off Mae Lee and letting her feel the palm of my hand against that lovely bare ass of hers before she could lower those lush legs of hers to the bed.
"I think the man is going to like you, darling," Mae Lee cooed, as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. "You aren't the bastard he can be but you have talent."
"What sort of talent?" I asked reaching for my half empty pack of cigarettes, as I watched Mae Lee rise to her feet and stretch that lovely, naked body of hers shamelessly there before my greedy eyes.
"The man is always in the market for bright, pretty young women such as Wanda," Mae Lee cooed and winked at me. "I will not tell you any more for he trusted me when he turned me loose to live my own life and I owe him something."
"I think you'd better let Wanda out of the bathroom and then fix all of us something to eat, bitch," I said and stuck my tongue out at Mae Lee just the way a small boy would have.
"I gather from that you're in no hurry to be on your way." Mae Lee said glancing back over her shoulder, as she moved to the bathroom door.
"I'd rather planned on waiting until this evening," I confessed and chuckled softly. "I'd like a chance to catch the late news reports and learn if Blake has reported what happened out at his place."
"Good," Mae Lee replied opening the bathroom door. "That will give me time to call my boss, make arrangements and to explain things to Wanda."
"You go right ahead," I said and swung one leg slowly through the air. "I'll just stretch out here and relax until breakfast is ready, bitch."
Wanda came from the bathroom, the two naked broads moved into each other's arms very briefly. The look Wanda gave me when she followed Mae Lee from the bedroom was anything but a friendly type of look. I watched the smooth roll of those two sets of naked female buttocks and chuckled to myself.
Shit! that Wanda was going to come down off her high horse before she saw the last of me. I vowed that's how it was going to be.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What did you think of the eggs, darling?" Mae lee asked when we were sipping coffee after a very fine breakfast of bacon and eggs.
"I thought the eggs were just fine," I said reaching for my pack of cigarettes and discovering that there weren't more than four smokes left.
"Wanda is a very good cook," Mae Lee cooed. "I'll get you some cigarettes when I go out to pick up a few things and make some phone calls."
"Thank you," I said and glanced towards Wanda who sat there at the table with her head lowered. "Think she'll stay here with me and not try anything funny?"
"She knows that if she gets out of hand she can always be bound and gagged, darling," Mae Lee cooed.
"You two really had a long talk," I said after blowing a smoke ring into the air.
"Wanda has no real objection to having a man fuck her," Mae Lee informed me. "It's just that she did watch you fuck her own mother by force more or less and that does make something of a difference to a young girl."
"If only her father had tried to take that gun away from me," I said in a cold voice. "I'd have slugged him good, tied his wife to a chair and gotten the hell out of there with Wanda. No, he had to be so smart. Had to act as if I were a naughty boy who was to be humored."
"Isn't that what you were acting?" Wanda asked lifting her pretty head to look me right in the eye. "You didn't have to fuck my mother in the ass that second time, there was no need to make me watch while she sucked my father's cock."
I reached under the table and patted Wanda's soft thigh. She was wearing that thin dress again and she really looked like a sweet, innocent young lady. The kind of young lady any young man would be more than proud to take home to meet his folks and show off to his friends. That she'd seen so much sex in such a very short time didn't change her that much.
"Your old man burst into a hotel room where I was fucking a cheap little tramp," I said trying not to sound too bitter for it would seem I'd scared her enough. "I'll admit that I had no right to be fucking that teen-age child. Your old man still had no right to burst in on me like that as my lawyer later proved in court."
"Maybe Daddy was only trying to prevent that poor girl from having the same thing happen to her that happened to my aunt," Wanda said making no move to pull her thigh away.
"Shit! that little tramp was looking for a nice warm bed to spend the night in," I replied. "Every one of your father's men not only knew her name but her record. They'd just watched and waited until they'd spotted the two of us go into that hotel room together and then moved in."
"You just wouldn't understand," Wanda said shaking that pretty head of hers. "You were never a family man like my daddy."
Oh, the things I could have told that lovely innocent child that would have made her hair stand on end. She'd have been shocked to learn about my ex-wife and her brother. Coming from a good family background the way she did that would have shocked her much more than anything that had yet happened, perhaps more than anything that would happen to her.
"If you'll excuse me I'll go get ready to do my shopping," Mae Lee said, as she pushed back her chair.
"Let's go in and catch the noon news on TV and then the radio," I said to Wanda, as I pushed my chair back from the table.
"You aren't going to tie and gag me again?" she asked, as she got to her feet.
"Well now that's completely up to you, honey," I said and slipped an arm around her slim waist. "As long as you're a good girl and don't give me any trouble I can see no need to tie and gag you."
We moved into the living room and Wanda dropped onto the long, low sofa. I turned on the TV and tuned in the station at the state capital for they had been giving Harold Blake a lot of coverage. They seemed to think that his one-man crack-down on second-storey men and other cheap hoods, as they put it, proved that he was one elected official who was actually trying to do his job. Shit! if they knew what a real coward he was.
There wasn't a word on the TV about the fact that Wanda was missing though it was reported that Harold Blake and his wife had been held and mistreated by a cheap hood for hours in their own home on the very eve of the day he was to make a speech before a gathering of Boy Scout clubs. I couldn't help but chuckle when I heard that one. I'd had no idea the bastard was getting that kind of ideas.
"How's it look?" Mae Lee asked coming into the room wearing a pair of skin-tight pants and one of those thin blouses. An outfit that made you catch your breath when you first saw her in it.
"Harold Blake and his wife were badly treated in their home for hours last evening," I reported and grinned. "Not a word about Wanda so maybe the bastard is getting smart."
"It could be the police are holding out, too," Mae Lee said and it seemed to be her turn to stick her tongue out at me. "I want the keys to the car you were driving last night."
"What the hell for?" I asked. "It's a stolen car and could sit out there for days before it's spotted."
"Let's just not take any chances, darling," she said holding out her hand. "I'll drive it downtown and leave it parked in a city parking lot."
"What if you get picked up driving it?" Wanda asked and the kid was showing more sense than Mae Lee.
"You've got to be kidding," Mae Lee said rolling those eyes of hers at us in very much the same way a cheap hustler might have done.
"So the cops just couldn't stop a car you happen to be driving," I said and tossed her the keys.
"Do you really think us go-go girls could get away with our acts if we didn't get to person ally know all of the policemen in town who do happen to be human," Mae Lee said and headed for the door, rolling those hips of hers in a way that just made a man's eyes watch them.
Wanda seemed to pull back into a corner of the sofa when she saw Mae Lee acting like that in front of a man. I figured that while she herself had flirted with those young studs down on the beach she'd never actually seen another woman set out to pick up a strange man. Well, I had a strong feeling that was just one of the things she was going to be learning once I'd made my deal with the man.
"Care to watch an old movie or something?" I asked. "It'll at least help pass the time."
"Yes, I guess it would," Wanda said so I found an old movie on TV, the making for drinks in the kitchen and fixed Wanda a weak seven and seven while I poured some Scotch on the rocks for myself.
"You can be very nice," Wanda said when we'd watched nearly half the movie which hadn't proven to be too bad.
"I was a married man myself once, had dreams of having kids and a good home," I confessed softly. "Then I caught my ex-wife in bed with another man and after that everything just seemed to fall apart. When your father began to hound me I just couldn't stand taking anymore shoving around without proving, at least to myself, that I was still man enough to take a swing back."
"You didn't have to shove that big prick of yours into my mommy's ass while daddy watched," Wanda said. "You hurt him doing that as much as your ex-wife hurt you sleeping with that other man."
"I can only say that a man gets carried away at times when he becomes as sexually aroused as I was there in your home," I tried to explain to the child, as I slid closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "There for a while I wasn't thinking with my head at all."
"Is that the way it was when you shoved all of that big prick into poor Mae Lee?" she asked lowering her eyes.
"Mae Lee loves getting fucked, those were cries of pleasure you heard," I explained. "Your mother really enjoyed getting fucked that first time. Oh, she has been taught that she just couldn't enjoy being fucked by any man she didn't love. Therefore, she actually felt pain when I fucked her but it was all because of the way she was thinking. She'd have loved it if your father had been fucking her."
"I'm afraid you're way-out, over my head, if you know what I mean," Wanda said softly, as I pulled her head to my shoulder and stroked the back of it.
"Did you really feel pain when I went down on you?" I asked brushing her ear with my lips. "I mean, did it really hurt you or was it just that you felt it was something I shouldn't be doing to you there in front of your parents who had made no big secret of the shame they felt you should feel just having let a boy tease your titties a little."
"You didn't have to tell them that," Wanda whispered, as I slipped a hand inside the front of her dress and found one of those very titties. "I knew I couldn't trust you not to hurt me after you told them that just to be mean."
"Do you honestly think it hurt them that much, honey?" I asked and chuckled softly. "Oh, I know it shocked your mother to learn that you weren't really the baby she was trying to keep you. Still I doubt if it really hurt them since I did confirm the fact that you were still a virgin. That's one way a girl can really please her parents, staying a virgin until her wedding night is all they really ask of her."
"You sure make things sound the way you want them to," Wanda sighed, as I felt the nipple of her tittie growing taut under my skillful fingertips.
"Am I honestly hurting your tittie right now?" I asked.
"I feel kind of all funny like way down in my stomach, like I used to when my friend teased my titties, a lot more like I did down on the beach when that boy teased them," Wanda confessed proving, that in a sense at least, she was still that lovely innocent child who didn't know enough to lie.
"What do you think it will feel like if I were to start running my hands slowly up and down your inner thighs since we're here all alone and nobody else will ever know about it?" I asked and kissed Wanda just below the ear.
"I can't trust you though," Wanda whimpered. "You'll tell Mae Lee everything just the minute she walks in that door to prove what a real man you are just as you had to fuck my poor mother in the ass to prove it."
"You know it doesn't really make too much difference how you feel, honey," I informed her pushing the dress off her left shoulder to bare her left tittie.
"So you'll force yourself upon me," she said even as I lowered my head and covered the nipple of that small tittie with my lips.
I discovered that nipple felt larger there between my lips than it had looked or felt to my fingertips. I could feel Wanda draw in her breath while my one hand slipped up under the hem of her short dress and began moving up and down over that soft, smooth flesh of her inner thighs.
"You really don't give a girl a chance do you!" she gasped and I knew that she was very close to tears.
I moved my lips from the nipple of the first tittie to the nipple of the second. Both nipples were standing out a little above the soft, pink and white mounds of flesh beneath them as I sucked them in turn. My heart was pounding like crazy and I swear there was a slight tingle way down there in my balls. Oh, just a very slight tingle mind you but even so it was enough to prove the old boy still had a little life left.
"Now isn't that even better than just having some punk tease those titties with his fingers?" I asked when I'd finished sucking her nipples, then covered her mouth with mine before she could even think of an answer.
I used my lips to force her lips apart, then drove my tongue into her mouth. It almost seemed as though her tongue was right to do battle with mine. No, it just couldn't be, I thought, Wanda kissing like a real pro but darned if she wasn't. I must confess that I'd forgotten about all the time she had spent in the bedroom with Mae Lee while I'd been catching up on my sleep. If there was anybody who could teach such a child the skill of kissing, that person was Mae Lee. That bitch had a way of kissing a guy that could make him get a hard-on.
My right hand gripped the back of Wanda's head firmly, I'd half expected her to fight that kiss after all. My left hand had dropped down to one of her slim thighs and began working its way up under the hem of her short dress. To my surprise her slim thighs parted as my hand moved up between them as if they had a mind of their own, were unaware of her protesting such action on my part. Ah, I owed a thank-you to that girl friend of hers and was sorry I'd never meet her.
Poor little Wanda. She wanted no part of the hand moving so lightly over the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Yet those slim thighs were responding for my hand just the way they had for the hand of her girl friend, for Mae Lee's hands and lips in the bedroom. After all those slim thighs could hardly be expected to know the difference between a man's hands and a woman's hands, could they?
I held that kiss until my hand covered Wanda's warm cunt and I could feel that she was becoming slightly moist. I took my mouth from hers then for we both needed some fresh air.
"Now was that really so bad, honey?" I asked, after taking several deep breaths.
"You're going to rape me before Mae Lee gets back aren't you?" Wanda gasped, as she felt two of my fingers slip into her moist cunt slit.
"No, I promise I'm not going to fuck you, honey," I said and wondered why I even bothered when she'd made such a big point of not being able to trust me.
I had told her parents about having seen her lying half naked down on the beach, about the young stud who'd been teasing her titties right there in public, so to speak. Was that the sort of thing a person she could trust would go around telling, to her parents of all people?
"Let's watch the rest of the movie," Wanda begged, as she felt my fingers begin moving up and down there inside her.
"Not right now, honey," I replied, as I began to slip the dress from her shoulders. "I know you can't understand this whole business but you must become very aware of your lush young body. You don't think so now but there will come a time when you will think only of sex. You will long to have hands, or a warm mouth moving over your soft flesh. You will want to feel a hard, hot cock thrust deep into your now virginal cunt and fuck, fuck, fuck you good."
"I just want to go home," Wanda sobbed, as I stretched her out on the sofa, removed the dress completely from her and dropped to one knee there alongside the sofa.
Poor, innocent Wanda. She just couldn't grasp everything that was happening to her. Sure, she had become curious about sex just as most girls her age did. The idea of living with two strangers who couldn't keep their hands or mouths off her body for a single moment was not what she had been seeking down there on the beach with that young stud.
"Oh, no, no!" Wanda sobbed softly when she felt first my lips brush the soft flesh of her inner thigh, then the tip of my tongue began to draw little designs there on that tender flesh.
It was too late for that lovely innocent child. Even as her sobs of protest filled the room my tongue felt the downy hair covering her virginal cunt. Once a man was that close to the taste of cunt juice there was no pulling back, not even if he should want to.
I had no such noble desire. I was at that moment reduced to little more than a lust-filled animal who had tasted just enough sexual pleasure to desire more, more, more! I felt no guilt whatsoever.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Well, well I see we've made friends," Mae Lee cooed, as she came into the apartment a good two hours later to find Wanda sitting naked on my lap watching an old movie on TV, trying not to notice my hand as it moved slowly up and down over that soft flesh of her inner thighs.
"Whatever happened here is strictly our little secret," I said winking at Mae Lee.
"Big deal," Wanda said bitterly. "Do you really think I'm so stupid I don't know why you kept me sitting naked on your lap, darling!"
"It would seem as though you blew it again, darling," Mae Lee cooed and laughed softly. "You could have let the child put her dress back on, darling."
I wished right at that moment that I could have belted that lovely Mae Lee right in the mouth. Sure, she was trying to stay on good terms with Wanda so that she could keep the child in line. What I didn't dig was the way she seemed to get such a big bang out of making me look like a stupid ass in front of the child. Christ! the bitch never missed one little chance when it came to making me look real stupid.
"Have you ever had your face slapped, bitch?" I asked, as I shoved Wanda from my lap onto the sofa at my side.
"Now let's not be crude," Mae Lee said, as she set down two of the largest, fullest shopping bags I'd ever seen a broad of her size carry. "I know that when a man first starts to get all the sex he wants it tends to make him act more like an animal than a human being which is one of the things we have to watch very closely if we're to finish our trip safely."
I really felt like knocking that bitch clean across the room at that moment. I was standing close enough and ready to swing so I could have done just that. I guess it was the sudden silence which filled that room that kept me from swinging. There was such a complete silence there in that room that it seemed as though we'd all stopped breathing.
"It looks as though you tried to buy out the whole town," I said and it sounded like I'd screamed there in that silence.
Mae Lee laughed softly then and it was the sound of her gentle laughter that saved the whole day. Christ! if I'd swung on her I'd never have gotten to the man, not even with a virgin like Wanda to pass on to him.
"I bought Wanda some new clothes for our trip and picked up a little extra cash," Mae Lee said, as she dug into one of those large shopping bags.
Mae Lee tossed Wanda a small package while she tossed the biggest roll of money I'd ever seen at me. I nearly dropped that roll of bills I was so startled to see her fish it out of that shopping bag, and just toss it around the way most housewives would toss a head of lettuce.
"Christ!" I gasped, as I let those bills slip through my fingers and learned they were all fives and tens. "You didn't even carry your handbag."
"Now who would ever dream a little thing like me would have five hundred in cash in the bottom of her shopping bag?" Mae Lee asked and Wanda let out a sharp gasp of surprise proving she was as startled as I was.
"Five hundred bucks," I said and licked my lips for suddenly my mouth felt a little dry. "Shit! I could get a long, long way with this much money."
"Go put on those new clothes, honey," Mae Lee said to Wanda, as she moved to the sofa and sat down. "I have a few things to explain to our stud before he gets carried away by the sight and feel of all that money."
"You sure you'll be all right?" Wanda asked.
"I'm very sure, honey," Mae Lee cooed. "I talked to a man named Norris who remembers talking with our friend here several days ago."
"So you know Norris," I said reaching into one of those bags for a pack of cigarettes. "Like you knew the man so why wouldn't you know Norris?"
"Norris knows I'm with you and Wanda," Mae Lee explained, as she crossed her lovely legs. "I've told him the route we'll be taking to get there. I have his word that the boys will be looking for us in three days, darling."
I opened the new pack slowly thinking that even wearing skin-tight pants, the way she was, Mae Lee's legs still looked as graceful when she swung them through the air as they did when she was nearly naked, doing her go-go dance. I knew that she could fool almost any man, if she really wished to, into thinking of her as just another stupid broad. That was where a guy would really find himself in trouble, letting her fool him like that. She was no stupid broad!
"I've been wondering just how important a man this Norris is," I said, blowing a smoke ring into the air.
"I thought you knew already, having talked with him on your own," Mae Lee said, and she seemed really impressed that I'd talked to Norris, on my own as she'd put it.
"I was in a poker game with him not too long ago and everybody got to shooting the bull," I confessed for I was having enough trouble getting in good with Wanda without making Mae Lee sore, too. "I bragged about this teen-age chick I was going to kidnap and take on a little trip."
"So Norris got the impression that you were planning on taking the girl off alone where you could have a big orgy with her," Mae Lee added, then she laughed that soft laugh of hers. "Norris figured that once the big orgy was finished you'd get tired of having the kid on your hands. Like always he would be more than willing to take her off your hands."
"I still have no idea about how important a man he is," I reminded Mae Lee.
"Norris is one of but seven men who can get to see the man in person in this country, darling," Mae Lee replied.
"Seven men and one lovely bitch," I said dropping onto the sofa beside her. "The man, whoever he really is, sure has some strange bedfellows."
"You've made one very slight mistake, darling," Mae Lee cooed, as she reached over to pat my thigh. "I cannot get in to see the man.
I've never even talked with him since he set up my first job as a go-go dancer."
I drew deeply on my cigarette and looked right into those slanted eyes of Mae Lee's. Right from the first I had known it would be very strange if she ever told me the whole truth when it came to her own past. She'd dropped little things from time to time, like I've said. They were just little things though that would never fit together closely enough to form the whole, complete picture.
"May I come out, now?" Wanda called from the bedroom, breaking the long silence.
"Of course, darling," Mae Lee called. "Let's see if I knew what I was doing when I bought that outfit for you."
Wanda walked slowly from the bedroom a moment later with her head low and when I first saw her she seemed to be a very, very small child. The skirt she wore barely covered her crotch and the blouse fit her so that her titties seemed to be even smaller than they actually were.
"I couldn't find any bra or panties," Wanda said, as she moved slowly into the room looking very hurt to learn that Mae Lee too thought of her as such a child when she'd thought they were such good friends.
"You know you're not really big enough for a bra and panties would only be in the way," Mae Lee cooed, as she moved her hand lightly over my fly, then pressed it down more firmly, when she discovered that my cock was partly aroused. "You are going to be what is known as a love child, darling."
"Why do you keep calling me a child?" Wanda demanded in a cold tone of voice. "You both seem to think that I'm grown up enough to suck and fuck."
"I'm beginning to think that all you young people work overly hard at misunderstanding us adults, darling," Mae Lee snapped, as her skilled fingers opened my fly and I couldn't help but notice she had lost some of her patience with that lovely innocent child for a change.
"At least we can think of something besides sex, sex, sex now and then," Wanda said even though she couldn't seem to take her eyes from the hand on my cock as she spoke.
"Like I've said you are going to become a love child, darling," Mae Lee cooed. "You will learn a very special skill and when you are a true love child you will understand that it's something any young lady would be proud of being."
"Now you've got this dirty old man curious," I said, as I winked at Wanda. "Could you please explain just what in hell a love child is, bitch. In my book any teen-age broad built as well as our Wanda is deserves to be called a love child."
"It's the duty of a love child to keep herself clean and ready to be of special service to the adults with whom she will be living," Mae Lee began to explain. "A love child will go down on a man and suck his cock until he has a good hard-on when she sees that he wishes to fuck a lady friend. She will later use her mouth to clean off the same man's cock and then if he or the lady wish her to, she will spread her thighs and lower her virginal cunt over the mouth of the requesting party."
"You're crazy!" Wanda gasped but her eyes still clung to the slim fingers that teased my half-aroused cock just as she'd felt first that young punk's fingers, and then my fingers and lips tease her titties.
"Come over here, darling," Mae Lee said and white her voice was low and soft, there was that something in the tone of it I could feel as I'm sure Wanda did, for the child slowly moved forward to stand before Mae Lee.
Mae Lee seemed to forget all about my cock, all about everything but Wanda for the time being. Sitting up she slipped her arms around the child and pulled her down into her lap. As I watched Mae Lee kiss the child not only on the mouth but all over her face I couldn't help but notice how very busy those skilled hands of hers were. Both of them slipped up under that short new skirt and began to work what later I could only think of as a kind of black magic. Oh, I know there is no such thing in this modern day and age, that there never was, still I saw what I saw with my own eyes.
Mae Lee spent a good half hour kissing that lovely innocent child while those skilled hands of hers moved lightly over the soft, tender flesh beneath that short skirt. When she had the child in what could only be called a trance she began talking softly to her. The way she had of talking to a man while he was fucking her good so that he began to feel as if he were going out of his mind with desire.
When Mae Lee at last let go of Wanda there was a strange, far-away look in the child's eyes. I wondered if she were aware of what she was doing as she got to her feet and moved to stand directly before me.
"Be a good scout and push your pants down past your knees, darling," Mae Lee cooed, as she rolled back against me and brushed my ear with those soft lips of hers.
I lifted myself from the sofa, unhooked my belt and worked my pants down past my knees. I don't know why it is but when I'm sitting down like that and try to push down my pants they always feel so much tighter. Oh, I know, it was very likely all in my head.
"Now remember what you're to do, sweetie," Mae Lee cooed, as she reached up to pat Wanda's soft thigh very lightly. "You want us to stop thinking of you as if you were a child. Well, it's time for you to prove you have outgrown that plastic prick and discover what a real one tastes like."
Wanda dropped down on one knee there between my feet. Her cheeks didn't even seem to be flushed, as she began to run those soft, slim hands of hers slowly up over my inner thighs the way a whore might have. I'd never felt anything like that in my whole life. I couldn't help but be amazed at the way Mae Lee had handled the child.
"You sure it was my idea to kidnap Wanda tonight? I managed to ask, in spite of all the trouble I was having just breathing good.
"I'm afraid you are starting to think some very nasty thoughts, darling," Mae Lee cooed, as she opened the front of my shirt and slid one of those slim hands in over my bare chest to find one of my nipples. "You shouldn't let yourself think the kind of thoughts you are thinking."
"I have a feeling you'll never give me any of the answers to the crazy questions buzzing around inside my head anyway, bitch!" I gasped, as my whole body grew taut when Wanda took my cock in one hand and my balls in the other.
"Now you shall learn that Wanda deserves to be thought of as a lovely, talented young lady," Mae Lee cooed, as her fingertip traced a small circle around my left nipple making the hair on my chest stand on end.
"I'm beginning to understand why she hated the thought of my fucking you earlier this morning," I gasped, as I felt the tip of Wanda's tongue touch the head of my cock.
"You were of great help, darling," Mae Lee cooed. "You were, wise enough to tell me Wanda had sucked a plastic prick, as she likes to call them. Of course I carry such a device with me so I found out how well she had learned to suck one."
"I must have really slept this morning," I said, as the colors in the room seemed to mix for a brief moment and I was expecting to see everything flip bottom up.
"You were all keyed up, tense from your brush with Harold Blake and having fucked his wife in front of him and his daughter," Mae Lee cooed. "You did your job well, darling."
"You'd seen Wanda before!" I gasped, as I felt those warm, moist lips of the child's move lightly over the head of my poor, throbbing cock. "You desired her. When you learned of my hate for her father you took me to bed with you, made me need you."
"Go on, darling," Mae Lee cooed against my ear. "Perhaps it's just as well that you get things off your chest."
"I did some things there at the Blake home, later that Pd never dreamed of doing in my life!" I gasped, as Wanda sucked almost half of my cock into that small mouth of hers like an old pro. Pd nearly gone through the ceiling back in the bedroom when the child had barely licked the head of my cock with her tongue. Of course she was no longer as crude as she had been then. She'd learned not to try and put the tip of her tongue into that little slit in the head of a real live cock, like she did with a plastic one.
"Do you remember telling me that you were keeping a very, very close watch on the Blake family, that you'd find a way of getting even with that bastard for having hounded you so?" Mae Lee asked in that soft voice of hers that could make a guy do almost anything.
"You're very, very clever, bitch!" I gasped, as Wanda began moving that hot mouth of hers up and down over the staff of my swollen cock.
"At least you're still calling me a bitch, darling," Mae Lee said, and her high tinkling laughter filled the room, as I began to lift my ass from the sofa in what could only be considered an effort to fuck that poor child in the mouth.
"Enough, honey," Mae Lee cooed reaching out to pat Wanda on the top of her head. "Now help me get ready for a real good fuck."
Wanda pulled back from my cock, her cheeks highly flushed, her eyes glowing. Getting to her feet she moved over to Mae Lee and leaning down over the older woman began unfastening and removing her clothing with fingers that were too highly skilled for one of such tender years, so it seemed.
Mae Lee cooed, and moaned while she twisted and turned her lush body making it easier for the child to strip her. When she was naked she ordered Wanda to make her cunt ready for that big prick of mine. Without a whimper the child went to her knees, placed her lips to Mae Lee's cunt and began to suck savagely.
I lay there watching that scene, sure it had to be the wildest dream of my life. My cock was arching high in the air, it seemed almost ready to start spurting its seed forth at any moment, so I knew it was no dream.
"Ah, that's good, honey," Mae Lee cooed reaching down to stroke the top of the child's head.
"Not half as good as my cock's going to feel sinking into that nice moist cunt," I said and chuckled softly. "How about doing it doggie style this time, bitch?"
"Ooh, you, bastard," Mae Lee cooed. "That sounds like pure heaven."
Yah, I thought to myself, as I got to my feet to clear the center of the room. Once more I knew I was being carried along by strange forces I had no control over. Just the way I'd been back at the Blake home.
Shit! I'd gone this far. According to what Mae Lee had hinted it was too late for me to back out, even if I wished. So all right I'd go all the way. Be a real bastard!
CHAPTER NINE
"You're going to love how wet my cunt is this time, darling," Mae Lee cooed, as she dropped to her hands and knees there in the center of the room. "I think you will begin to understand why a love child can be so important."
"You're a good fuck any old time, bitch," I said, as I let the last of my own clothing drop to the floor to stand naked behind that delightful bare ass of hers.
"You better watch out," Wanda whimpered softly, from where she sat on the sofa watching. "He likes to shove that big prick of his into a woman's ass and fuck her that way so she'll cry and moan even more."
"Any time, honey," Mae Lee said and giggled. "Any time he is of a mind to, he can shove that heavenly prick of his into my asshole and fuck away."
"That's what makes this bitch such a good fuck, honey," I said to Wanda, as I went down on my knees behind Mae Lee and leaned forward to grip those smooth, lush thighs of hers firmly with both hands. "She loves having a man thrust himself deep into her and start fucking away like the animals she knows all men are."
"My, the things that we're hearing from the lips of a poor second-story man," Mae Lee cooed when I'd moved forward enough to let her feel the tip of my swollen cock at that tiny hole there in her lovely bare ass.
"Now we're being nasty, bitch," I said and let the head of my cock move lightly back and forth over that tiny hole of hers feeling her whole body stiffen. "I keep getting some of those crazy ideas when you start acting smart."
"I think the child is right!" Mae Lee gasped. "You do like to make a woman cry and moan more than what's natural in the best of fucks."
"I'm not thinking like I should be, bitch," I said and it was my turn to laugh softly. "I keep wanting to hurt you, to make you whimper and cry the way Wanda's poor mother did, the way Wanda herself has done."
"They say that sooner or later every man will meet the one woman who can bring out not only the best, but the worst in him!" Mae Lee gasped, as I let the head of my cock slip down to brush the soft, smooth flesh of her one inner thigh ever so lightly.
"I don't like the me I've been seeing these last twenty-four hours or so," I said, as I moved my hips to bring the head of my cock back up against the mound of Mae Lee's cunt so I could feel all that thick hair along its staff.
"Well, you just might be seeing the real you for the very first time in your life!" Mae Lee gasped, as I pressed the full length of my staff firmly against the slit of her cunt, being very careful not to let the head of my cock penetrate her.
Mae Lee could have been right about what she'd said. Perhaps I was one of those guys who was too weak to really be himself until pushed into a corner. Well, if that were the case, Harold Blake had pushed me into that corner by constantly hounding me to death. Oh, I don't mean Harold Blake personally, he was too smart for that. There were those special cops who took their orders only from him though. The cops nobody knew unless they happened to be on their special list, like I'd found myself.
Well if the real me was at last coming to the surface I wasn't too nice a guy. I'd done some rotten things in my life since I'd watched my ex-wife's brother fucking her so good, but nothing to come up to the things I'd pulled these last few hours. When I'd waved my gun under Harold Blake's nose and he'd meekly moved back into his home telling his wife not to cross me, I'd gone mad with lust.
I wasn't the kind of man who forced himself on helpless women for the thrill of it. I could get all the free fucks I wanted from Mae Lee. She'd let me know that herself so why had I gone suddenly crazy with the desire to fuck Rita Blake while both her husband and daughter watched. It just didn't add up. Not unless the idea had been planted in my mind. Planted there as I slept, or while I was fucking and unaware of the ideas lovely Mae Lee was filling my head with.
Oh, I know the whole idea sounds way-out, makes me seem like even less of a man than anything I might have done in my whole life, but it was better than the other possibility. That being that I'd let being shoved around by Harold Blake and his private cops make me flip my lid.
"Now shove it all the way into me, darling!" Mae Lee cried out snapping me back to the present, back to where she knelt on her hands and knees waiting for me to fuck her doggie-style in the center of the living room floor.
"Sure you're ready, bitch?" I asked and laughed one of those soft, dirty kind of laughs.
"You'll see just how ready I am!" Mae Lee gasped. "You will see why a love child is so highly prized."
I sat back just a little to let the head of my cock have a chance to slip between the lips of Mae Lee's cunt. Oh, she was all moist, ready to have every inch of my swollen cock driven deep into her cunt channel. I glanced over at Wanda who sat on the sofa looking at me with pure hate. She seemed to have forgotten she was the one who'd made Mae Lee desire to be fucked so badly.
"You know you can't really see anything sitting way up there, honey," I said to Wanda in a cold tone of voice. "Get down on your hands and knees so you will be able to watch not only my prick moving in and out of Mae Lee but the way her tits sway as I fuck, fuck, fuck her good."
"You no good bastard!" Mae Lee gasped and laughed, as she felt the heat from the head of my cock seeping deep, deep into her cunt. "You really enjoy tormenting that poor child, you know."
"You really want that beast to fuck you?" Wanda asked, as she moved to the floor, dropping to her hands and knees just the way Mae Lee had for me.
"Oh, of course I do, baby," Mae Lee cooed, turning her head towards the child and smiling.
"Why else do you think I wanted you to suck his prick until it became so hard, and heavenly hot the way you did?"
"I never want one of those things driven into me," Wanda said in a flat tone of voice.
"Well it's going to be a long, long time before you'll have to worry your pretty head about that, baby," Mae Lee promised. "As long as you're a good love child you don't get fucked."
The head of my cock was there, just within the grasp of Mae Lee's moist cunt lips. I could feel the heat seeping up from deep within her cunt channel, knew she could feel the heat of my cock down there amidst those tiny red cells. Right at that moment I was sure of but one thing. I was going to fuck Mae Lee and fuck her good, at least one last time.
Taking a deep breath I drove the full length of my swollen cock up into Mae Lee's warm, moist cunt. I knew that it felt even larger, and fuller than it was, going into her from that angle, but I cared less. Shit! the bigger it felt, the harder it was driven up into her and the more she would love it.
"Aah, ooh!" Mae Lee sang out, as I felt my cock brush against her clitoris and knew that she was going to have an orgasm very quickly no matter what kind of strokes I used, so I really began to bang her as the young punks call it.
"You trying to kill her?" Wanda asked, two big tears appearing at the corners of her eyes and then rolling down her flushed cheeks.
"Shit! lower your head and look up into her eyes, notice how flushed her face is and see if you still think I'm going in too hard or too fast, baby!" I gasped driving in and out of Mae Lee with everything I had.
"It's so good, baby!" Mae Lee gasped. "You can't begin to know how good!"
Wanda was on her hands and knees beside Mae Lee looking up into the older woman's flushed face, watching her big tits sway back and forth, back and forth. She looked for all the world like a puppy about to grasp one of its mother's tits in its hungry mouth at suppertime. That I was fucking Mae Lee doggie-style, suddenly seemed very funny but I didn't have the breath to laugh.
"Doesn't that hurt at all?" Wanda asked and her voice sounded very doubtful.
"Oh, I know a lot of women who feel getting a fuck this way hurts them but that's all in their heads," Mae Lee said and her voice sounded almost as calm as though my cock weren't thrusting in and out of her throbbing cunt. "That's all in their head though, honey. They've been taught it's wrong so they think it has to hurt like hell."
I had to hand it to Mae Lee for always having a good answer for any question right on the tip of her tongue. She was making one hell of a lot of sense when you came right down to it but I wasn't at all sure she was way over the child's head. Oh, I know Wanda had been curious about sex but I doubt if she'd ever dreamed of letting it take over her whole life so that she could think of nothing else.
"Aah, ooh I'm coming!" Mae Lee cried out moments before I felt her bathe my cock with her cunt juice as one of the most violent orgasms I'd ever seen her have shook her body from the top of her head to the end of her toes.
It only took two short strokes after that to bring about my own climax. Once again she cried out sharply as my seed shot up into her cunt and I had a feeling it was a good thing we'd soon be getting out of that apartment. The people living there in that plush building weren't going to stand for that kind of carrying on at any time of the day or night.
"Now you will learn of one more duty the love child has," Mae Lee cooed, as she rolled over onto her back once I'd finished and withdrawn my cock from her cunt.
"A love child gets a good workout it seems," I said sitting back with a deep sigh. I should have known that to keep her virtue until she was at least eighteen a love child would soon learn that there were no end to the number of things she would be asked to do.
"Your cock needs cleaning off, darling," Mae Lee cooed softly, as she reached out to pat Wanda's ass lightly. "Just stretch out on the floor and take it easy."
I stretched out there on the floor spreading my legs wide for I'd made a bet with myself. Perhaps I'd never been under a spell cast by that bitch but that poor child sure as hell was if she did what I felt she was going to. When Wanda moved between my thighs to take my lifeless cock into her mouth once more so she might lick it clean of Mae Lee's cunt juice and my seed, I knew that child sure as hell was.
"And you've got the nerve to call me a bastard you, bitch," I groaned, as with ease Wanda took every inch of my lifeless cock deep into her warm, moist mouth.
"You wouldn't talk that way if you knew why I was training Wanda to be a love child, darling," Mae Lee cooed, as she got to her feet and stretched that lush, naked body of hers.
"Maybe it would help if you filled me in," I said in a cold tone of voice. "I brought the child to you upon learning she was a virgin because I owed you for a few favors and like to keep my debts all paid up. I can reach Norris without your help like I did in the first place, bitch."
"Would you rather see this lovely innocent child wind up in some stinking whorehouse by the age of eighteen or nineteen?" Mae Lee asked, as she poked Wanda in the ass with the toes of one bare foot to let the child know her task was well done.
"Would that be the way you kept from winding up in a whorehouse?" I asked though I doubted if she were going to tell me, for that would be telling me the truth, which she'd yet to do.
"Let's say that I was one of the lucky ones who won the love and trust of the man as very few women have," Mae Lee said and then her laughter filled the apartment sounding for all the world like the tinkling of very shrill bells.
"You do at least admit to having served the man," I said for that was something at least. "You were either a love child or he discovered that you fucked better than any broad who'd ever served him."
"You know you really have a very dirty kind of mind, darling," Mae Lee snapped and the tone of her voice said that she was getting tired of the kind of cracks I was making about her past and the man, as Norris had called the party, who just might be interested in buying a well-built teen-age girl who had been savored from her parents' protecting arms.
"There you go making me sound like the bad guy again," I said, as I got to my feet and moved to get a fresh cigarette.
"All you have to go on are a few statements made by Norris the evening of that poker game," Mae Lee said, as her slanted eyes followed my every move. "You must have really done some big talking to get him to open up to you as much as he did in such a setting."
"Oh, I really wasn't too much impressed with Norris until he called me to one side following that poker game and asked if I was serious about kidnapping that teen-age girl and having one hell of a sex orgy with her before turning her loose," I said returning Mae Lee's cold look after having lighted a cigarette and blown a cloud of smoke into the air.
"So that's how he comes up with these pretty, near virginal young ladies from time to time," Mae Lee said. "He plays poker with half drunk, two-bit hoods."
I felt like giving that bitch a good one in the mouth right about that minute. She kept making me look like the bad guy, or even worse, a two-bit punk who didn't have any brains. Well, she seemed to have forgotten that when I was fucking her good I was man enough to answer all her needs.
"Since you seem to have taken over what's our next move?" I asked and in a tone of voice that I knew would let her know just what my true feelings really were.
"I think we all need a good shower before we begin packing for our little family trip," she replied and then that high-pitched laughter of hers that sounded so much like the tinkling of little bells filled the room.
"What family trip?" Wanda asked weakly, as she got to her feet and I got the impression she still had some wild idea about returning home after she pleased Mae Lee and myself in every way she could be requested to.
"Why we're going South, honey," Mae Lee cooed slipping one arm around the child's shoulders. "We're going to pack our things into my station wagon and head South just like so many other happy families do this time of the year."
"You think it'll work that easy, bitch?" I asked beginning to feel a little on edge. Surely Wanda had caught enough of our conversation over the past few hours to have grasped part of what I was sure lay in store for her and her playing stupid, could mean she was making little plans in her own mind.
"You just keep your eyes open for somebody who might know you or the child," Mae Lee said. "I can take care of our little girl here, can't I, my darling?"
I knew it had to be all in my mind, the way so many things seemed to be that day, but even so, a cold chill ran all through my body at the sound of Mae Lee's voice. There was just something about the way that bitch could handle that child that made me feel funny about this whole deal. Shit! I should have headed South with the kid on my own in the first place.
Mae Lee and Wanda were moving towards the bedroom and I stood there watching the roll of both sets of those delightful buttocks. I was thinking I'd have done that lovely innocent child the biggest favor of her life if I'd had sense enough to have fucked her good there in the car before turning her over to Mae Lee. So, she was still a virgin, going to remain one too, thanks to Mae Lee though I wasn't at all sure that was what was best for her in view of what I felt sure lay in store for her.
"Come on, darling," Mae Lee called to me. "Don't just stand there and sulk like a little boy. I may yet decide to let you fuck Wanda good in the ass."
That proved, at least to me, what a bitch she was. She'd offer any kind of a bribe just to have things her own way. She wanted Wanda to remain a virgin, to serve as a love child.
Hah! that part about Wanda's remaining a virgin. That had to be the biggest joke of the century.
CHAPTER TEN
"We're going to be needing gas," I said, as I glanced over towards Mae Lee who sat curled up next to the far side of the big station wagon puffing on a cigarette.
"How far to the next filling station?" Mae Lee asked, as she uncurled those lovely bare legs from beneath her, crushed her cigarette into the dashboard ash tray and slid over closer to Wanda who was curled up against my side.
"The last sign said three miles," I said with a quick glance at my watch.
"Slow down a little, darling," Mae Lee cooed softly, as she slid an arm around Wanda and drew the poor child close to her own lush body.
"Ooh, no! Please, don't!" Wanda moaned just before Mae Lee pressed those full lips of hers over the child's mouth while she slipped one hand up under the child's short skirt.
I silently cursed myself for not being man enough to stop the bitch from tormenting the child once again. Actually there was nothing I could really do about it though. I was the one who had kidnapped the child. If she started yelling for help it was my neck that Harold Blake would have the pleasure of putting the noose around.
It did seem to me though that there ought to be another way of keeping Wanda silent. Mae Lee's way seemed much less human than the way I'd have used, were the child and I alone. I'd pulled a big goof though trying to be a nice guy to a broad who'd done me the favor of spreading her lush thighs for me a few times so I no longer had any control over my prize.
What Mae Lee could do to that poor child by kissing her while she slipped one hand up between her slim thighs to find and tease her cunt could scare you. Oh, she never made the child have an orgasm, that wouldn't have worked. What she did was to arouse the child sexually so that she was on the brink of an orgasm and keep her there. This made the child act as if she might be just a little sick to anyone who got close enough to get a good look inside the car.
It was my job to keep people from getting close enough to see that Wanda wasn't really sick at all. So far only a few men who had pumped gas for us had gotten a look into the car through the back window. To them it had looked as though Mae Lee was a loving mother comforting her sick child.
I'd understood Mae Lee to say we'd be just a happy family on our way South for the season. I had not expected to be spending my nights curled up in the back of the station wagon in the overnight parking area of countless forest reserves. That was where we spent all our nights though and it did make sense. Mae Lee could sleep with Wanda held tightly against her making sure the child didn't get any bright ideas, such a trying to slip away from us during the night.
We'd been on the road going on three days, had covered a good thousand miles though we could have made better time had Mae Lee not felt like being so careful. She seemed to have a fear of being stopped by the police and questioned even more than I did. That was one side of her make-up that really came as a surprise. She'd always seemed to be so very sure of herself at all times.
I'd have kept Wanda bound and gagged in the rear of the big station wagon, her body covered with an old blanket, had I had my way. I felt sure that after lying all cramped up like that all day she would be a good girl at night just to be free for a few hours. Shit! I was willing to bet she herself was wishing I'd get it over with and fuck her real good so she could have a real orgasm at last. Being kept on the verge of such an orgasm could be no fun whatever for her, I was sure.
I was thinking more and more about slugging that slant-eyed Mae Lee and fucking Wanda real good. I could have pulled off into any number of back roads and had plenty of time to fuck the child good before any passing cars would have spotted us and called the police. I hadn't had a good fuck since we'd left Mae Lee's apartment and my cock seemed to be hard most of the time. Twice Mae Lee had noticed how really swollen my cock was and had forced that lovely innocent child to give me a full and complete blow job.
I'd felt more like a real bastard letting my hot seed spurt down that poor child's lovely throat than I had ever felt at any other time in my whole life. What Mae Lee and I were doing to that poor child was teaching her that only the twisted form of sex could give any real pleasure. Christ! what we were doing to her could turn her inside out. Perhaps that was what Mae Lee was after. Perhaps she was getting even with somebody for having twisted her inside out, giving her such a thirst for not only unnatural sexual thrills but so many good fucks, she'd spread those lush thighs of hers for any man who had the sense enough to just smile at her.
I pulled into a bright, new-looking filling station, cut the engine of the big station wagon and hopped out. A good-looking young punk came trotting right out to our car to give us some of the best service we'd had so far. I had trouble keeping him away from the windshield of the car once he got a look inside and knew there were two good-looking broads in there.
He was the first one who hadn't been half asleep, or too old to take an interest in Mae Lee and Wanda. He'd gotten close enough to the left-hand side of the car when he'd first came trotting out to get a look at Mae Lee's long, shapely legs. A good enough look at least to give him the desire for a much, much better look at them.
"We've only got time enough for a quick fill up," I snapped though I knew it would be a mistake to let him see that I was the least bit on edge.
"Man! can just one man really take care of two good-looking chicks like that all by himself?" he asked and the tone of his voice said he didn't think so.
"The younger girl isn't feeling well and we're in a hurry to get her home so the family doctor can have a good look at her," I tried to explain and that was when I made my second big mistake of that whole, stupid affair.
My first mistake had been in taking an innocent virgin like Wanda to see Mae Lee. So, I'd felt I owed the bitch a favor for those few free fucks. Shit! there were other ways I could have paid that bitch off, just as well. My second mistake was in not reaching for my gun while I tried to explain to that punk kid at the filling station just how things were.
"It's funny but she don't look sick to me, dad," the punk said and there was that sharp clicking sound in my ear just before I felt the cool blade of a knife placed against my throat. "She looks the way my girl looks after I've fooled around with her part of the evening and she has become sexually aroused to the point where she just can't wait to get fucked real good."
"You're out of your mind," I managed to say in a choked voice, as for the first time I began to understand just how Harold Blake had felt there in the doorway of his own home when I'd waved my gun under his nose.
"Really?" the punk asked and laughed softly. "Well just take a good look into your car, dad. If that little girl of yours didn't need a real good fuck a few minutes ago she sure as hell does right now, man!"
I took a good look through the rear window of the station wagon and what I saw happening inside that car formed knots inside my stomach. That bitch Mae Lee had been so very careful about not getting all worked up over sex. Shit! she'd pulled poor Wanda's brief blouse halfway off and was sucking one of those small titties with a greed that I knew had to be flacking out every other sense she had, if any. She could have avoided that stupid mistake had she let me fuck her good the night before, as I'd so badly needed to. No, that would have been taking too big a risk. She'd made poor Wanda give me a full, complete blow job. Shit! so now she was giving in to her sexual desires at the worst possible time. Being caught in the act served her right!
"That bitch!" I hissed and felt my cheeks growing hot, as the blood rushed to my head the way it did when I really got mad.
"Yah, you still going to tell me the kid is sick, man?" the punk asked, then he whistled a long, sharp whistle that would have warned Mae Lee as it should have, had she not been sucking poor Wanda's tittie with such an animal greed she was unaware of everything else in the world.
A big, bare-chested colored boy appeared in the doorway of the long, low brick building that housed the lift and repair equipment it took to run a good filling station. He stood for a moment looking out towards his white friend, then seeing the sunlight on the knife blade held at my throat came trotting out wearing a wide grin showing two rows of gleaming white teeth.
"Man! you plum out of your skull?" he asked the white punk, as he came up beside the two of us. "You gonna get both our asses kicked out of here good, Lenny."
"Think so?" Lenny asked glancing into the station wagon. "I doubt that, Pete. Take a look inside that car."
The colored boy turned, glanced into the station wagon and those big, dark eyes of his seemed to become twice their normal size. He took two steps forward so he might take a real good look into the station wagon. I knew he couldn't help but see Mae Lee's hand up under Wanda's skirt taking that close a look.
"You seen where the older broad's got one hand?" Pete asked Lenny turning to face both of us.
"I just bet I could make one hell of a good guess," Lenny said and then he laughed a dirty laugh. "So the poor child isn't feeling well and you're in a hurry to get her home to see a doctor." Lenny said to me.
"A nice hard cock shoved deep into that sweet little cunt of hers might be all she really needs," Pete said and let his hand drop down and pass lightly over his fly so that I'd be sure to notice how full it had become. "Man! That older bitch has got good-looking legs."
"I got a feeling you out to frisk this bastard real good," Lenny said. "Something tells me they kidnapped that little girl so they could get her off all alone and have some real fun with her."
Pete laughed and moved around behind me. I could feel his big hands as they patted me down with so much skill I had the feeling he'd discovered just how the police did that the best way in the world. He just looked like the type the cops loved to hound. Even if he didn't have a record.
Pete found my gun and the knife I always carry and laughed softly when he tossed the gun to Lenny. I could almost read the thoughts passing through his head when he glanced into the station wagon and licked his lips. He was thinking that he was going to get to shove that big, black cock of his deep into that teen-age white girl's tight little cunt and prove to her that black men really did fuck the best.
"You two boys are asking for trouble," I managed to say in spite of the lump there in my throat which I will have to confess was pure fear.
"Wasn't it nice of the man to drop in just before we closed up for our lunch break, Lenny?" Pete asked turning to look at me with a coldness in those black eyes of his that sent cold chills shooting along my spine.
"I've been thinking those two broads might just like to have a chance to stretch out a bit in that old deserted diner," Lenny said letting me feel the barrel of the gun against the tip of my nose.
"Yah, I could really let that older broad feel the full size of my black cock with her stretched out on one of those old booths," Pete said and I took a deep breath glad to learn he was more interested in Mae Lee for the moment than he was in poor Wanda.
"So close up the shop, hang out our little sign and we'll take our friends to an orgy," Lenny said and laughed. "Could be we might even decide to stretch this break to a couple of hours, it's been so slow today."
"You know I'll just bet a real good fuck is all that kid really needs to make her feel as good as new," Pete said and then he turned on his heels and walked back towards the long, low building to pull down the overhead doors and hang up the big red and white sign that read 'closed."
"Isn't this an odd time of the day to be closed?" I asked Lenny, wondering if I stood any chance at all if I tried to jump him and get my hands on that gun again.
"We close the place for an hour or hour and a half at this same time every day," Lenny replied. "It's the hottest part of the day and most people manage to get off the roads out of the sun for a couple of hours."
That made sense but it didn't help my little group. Shit! of all the times for Mae Lee to have let her lust carry her away, she'd sure as hell picked the wrong time. If and when we got out of it with our whole skins that bitch was going to hear plenty from me.
"Aah, eeek!" Wanda sang out in that shrill young voice of hers and for a brief moment her feet flashed above the dashboard of the station wagon. Oh, let me tell you, when that bitch Mae Lee pulled a good she pulled a big one. She couldn't have picked a worse place or worse time to have let Wanda reach an orgasm for the first time in days.
Pete came trotting back and that grin, that sparkle in his black eyes said he'd guessed what all the shouting had been about. He flicked open my knife, spit on its blade and moved up along the left-hand side of the station wagon. Mae Lee was holding Wanda close and kissing the child hard on the mouth when Pete jerked the car door open.
"Okay, baby!" Pete hissed into Mae Lee's ear. "You gave the kid one hell of an orgasm so now it's your turn."
Mae Lee jerked back away from Wanda, turned halfway around and found herself looking into that grinning black face, those sparkling white teeth, and those coal black eyes. For just a moment I thought I saw the muscles in her throat work as if she were going to scream. If she had, Pete would have had no misgivings about knocking a few of her own pretty teeth out. I was sure of that.
"Well, what have we here, darling?" Mae Lee asked turning her head to look past the colored youth to where I stood at Lenny's side.
"You sure as hell are a real cool cunt, baby," Pete said, as he reached out with one hand to catch the front of her thin blouse and tear it open down the front to expose the brief bra that tried to cover those big tits. "I like sinking my black cock deep into a cunt that's got real guts."
"Get the bitch into the back seat with you," Lenny said and when he glanced towards the highway I knew I wasn't the only one who was a little scared.
"I'm gonna see her bare-assed naked in the bright sunlight first, pal," Pete said and stepped back motioning with the knife to let Mae Lee know she should get out of the car.
Mae Lee found that she was just a little weak on her feet on getting out of the car. Sure most of it was because she'd stayed in the car so much of the time, refused to do any walking around at all, but some of it was due to the fact that she had reached her own orgasm at the same time Wanda had reached hers such a short time before. The bitch never reached an orgasm at the same time I reached mine but she always reached one right along with Wanda. Sure it burned me up a little, hell it would have burned any guy up. Shit! no man likes to feel a broad gets more pleasure from screwing with another broad than she gets from being fucked good by him.
"Don't get no cute ideas, baby," Pete said and there was that chill in the tone of his voice that just had to get through even to a bitch like Mae Lee who honestly seemed to know no fear whatever.
"Why would I get any cute ideas black boy?" Mae Lee asked softly and rolled those slanted eyes of hers at Pete. "Just ask my friend over there how well I like getting fucked."
"By man, woman, or even a beast I'll bet," Pete said and I must confess I'd never thought of Mae Lee's having fucked a dog or sheep but knowing her, it was possible she had done that very thing.
"You got a real dirty mind," Mae Lee cooed, as she began to do her little go-go dance number while she started stripping the rest of her clothing slowly from that lush body of hers in what seemed to be timing to music only her ears heard.
"Christ! where did you ever find a cunt like that?" Lenny asked and he was breathing so hard I could feel the heat of his breath against my ear.
"I was down and out on my luck one night when I stopped in where she was working as a go-go dancer," I explained. "Our local D.A. was out to send me up the river and all my so called buddies had turned their backs on me. Being a broad with a big heart Mae Lee had felt sorry for me when she'd seen my tired eyes and noticed how alone I was. After she finished her first set of the evening she came over to my booth and we had a nice long talk. To make a long story short I wound up staying until the joint closed, then walking her home and sort of putting her to bed, you might say. After all it just wasn't safe for a woman to be all alone at that hour of the morning in that part of town.
"You had to have holes in your head," Lenny said, as his eyes followed Mae Lee's brief panties when they slid down over those perfectly formed thighs of hers. "When a bitch picks up a guy or even acts like she wants to he should take off like a bat out of hell."
I laughed softly knowing how easy it was for a young punk like Lenny to talk big. Mae Lee was standing there naked in the bright sunlight and more than willing to crawl into the rear of the station wagon where both he and his colored pal could take their own sweet time fucking her good. I wondered if he'd ever gone for two full months without getting to fuck a chick real good. It didn't seem likely that a punk with his build and good looks ever faced the problem of not getting a good fuck when he needed it.
"Move, man!" Lenny hissed and jabbed the barrel of my own gun into the end of my spine when Pete opened the rear door of the big station wagon and motioned for Mae Lee to crawl inside.
I moved forward towards the left-hand side of the car watching Pete stroke Mae Lee's smooth white ass when she paused in crawling into the back seat. I took a deep breath to keep from cursing the black bastard for Mae Lee was asking him to give her a good feel by pausing like that. The bitch just had to prove that not even that black bastard could resist the urge to stroke her lovely bare ass if given the chance. She would have been crushed had Pete not stroked her ass the way he did.
She laughed softly when she felt that hard, black hand move lightly over that lovely ass of hers. She shifted her body so that black hand might slip with ease up between those perfectly formed thighs of hers and give her a good feel. Christ! I was starting to get a hard-on just watching the show she was putting on. That would have pleased the bitch all right.
I couldn't blame Pete for slipping his hand up between those thighs and getting a handful of her pussy. Hell, he was only a human being even if he was black. After giving Mae Lee one hell of a feel Pete stepped back and let her feel the palm of his hard, black hand against that soft bare ass of hers. He liked the sound his palm made against her soft flesh so much he couldn't resist giving her a second good crack just for the hell of it. Mae Lee cried out sharply in surprise when Pete gave her that second crack on her ass and got into the rear of the car as quickly as she could.
"Watch this bastard real close," Lenny said tossing the gun to Pete when we were standing there in the spot where Mae Lee had stripped with her clothing laying around our feet. "Put your hands behind your back!" He ordered me in a cold tone of voice.
I really had no choice other than that of doing just as Pd been told. Pete was holding that gun and there was that something in Lenny's tone of voice that said he wasn't in any kind of mood to horse around. Shit! I could understand how Lenny was feeling after having watched that little strip act Mae Lee had put on. I had gotten a hard-on from watching that bitch in action and I knew what kind of trouble she could be for a man.
While Pete held the gun on me and grinned, Lenny quickly unfastened my belt, pulled it from the loops of my pants and bound my wrist tightly. He then ordered me into the car next to Wanda and when I'd managed to get into the car without the use of my hands, he closed the door behind me. Pete moved into the rear seat with Mae Lee to hold the gun at the back of my head while Lenny moved around the car to slip in under the wheel.
The whole thing couldn't have taken more than fifteen short minutes from the moment Lenny had first flashed that knife of his. It had only seemed like hours and hours for I'd learned the hard way why Harold Blake had not tried to jump me there in his own home. Fear could cripple a man more than anything else on earth.
Lenny put the big station wagon back onto the highway and really opened it up wide. From the rear seat came soft moans and sighs from Mae Lee and I could only guess what caused them but I'd have bet Pete was either fingerfucking her good or had gone down on her.
The black bastard just couldn't wait but then who could really blame him. She'd ask for anything she was going to be getting very, very shortly.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The diner I'd heard Lenny and Pete speak of turned out to be an old railroad car sitting back off a narrow dirt road some fifteen miles from the filling station. The place had been all boarded up at one time but had since been broken into by somebody looking for shelter. A narrow dirt path lead to the half-open door of the old railroad car and trying to walk over such a path with one's arms tightly bound behind his back is no easy trick.
Lenny had slid from under the wheel, helped Wanda out of the car and slipped his arm around her narrow waist upon learning how weak her legs were. I managed to slide across the front seat and get out of the car, though I wished somebody would have given me a little help. I'd glanced into the rear seat once to see if Pete might not give me a hand. Seeing what was taking place back there I had given up any idea of getting help out of that black bastard.
Mae Lee was stretched out there on the rear seat, her shapely legs spread as wide as she could spread them. Her mouth was wide open, those big tits of hers were rising and falling sharply with each breath she took, while her head rolled from side to side, and her hands clawed at the seat beneath her. The black bastard was grinning from ear to ear while his eyes watched the handle of my knife move up and down, up and down inside her cunt.
"Christ!" I'd said feeling a little sick. "Couldn't he at least use his cock?"
"Oh, he'll get around to shoving all of that big, black cock into her soon enough," Lenny promised and there was that something in the tone of his voice that told me he didn't like the way his pal was treating a white woman either but there wasn't too much he could do about it.
Inside the diner I discovered that it was much cleaner than I'd expected. Usually those places are so dirty and covered with thick dust a person is afraid to sit down. It actually looked as if the first two booths had been cleaned and not too long ago.
"I see the young lovers have found the place to be safe once again," Lenny said and laughed.
"They couldn't find a better place from the looks of things," I said and began to understand how he and that black pal of his had known about the place.
"You better sit down, honey," Lenny said to Wanda. "You can hardly walk. Maybe you are sick like your daddy said."
"He ain't my daddy even if he did fuck my poor mommy once," Wanda hissed. "He forced me to go with him to see that woman and they've been making love to me every minute of every day and night since we started out on this trip."
"You're a filthy bastard," Lenny said raking me with his eyes which was kind of like the kettle calling the pot black in view of what he was planning for Wanda. "I knew things were out of line once I took a good look inside that station wagon of yours.
"They're going to sell me to somebody they call the man," Wanda informed Lenny and that poor child was sticking all of our necks in the noose, so to speak. "I heard them talking at her place when they thought I was taking a shower."
"Well, now things don't look as simple as they did in the beginning," the punk said flipping the gun from one hand to the other and I couldn't recall having seen Pete return it to him.
"My daddy says he belong behind bars, Wanda went on and I began to wonder if she were talking because she was afraid of what might happen once she stopped. "He breaks into people's homes at night to rob them and daddy is afraid he'll find some poor old lady all alone some night and fuck her to death. I heard him tell my mommy that before this man came to our house and fucked my poor mommy in the ass while my daddy watched."
Lenny's eyes were moving from first the child to me and back to the child. I could see he was wondering just how much of what he was being told was true. The kid wasn't talking the way most kids of her age did, she was jabbering away more like an old lady who'd lost her senses.
"Shut up!" Lenny snapped when he couldn't think too clearly anymore and that was all it took to make that lovely innocent child break up and burst into tears.
I stood there helplessly knowing just how Harold Blake had felt when I'd gone down on her while he'd sat bound to that chair. I'd never known real fear the way I was beginning to feel it growing in the pit of my stomach. If these two punks got the idea Mae Lee and I were in the rackets it was anybody's guess as to what they might do.
"I gotta tie you to one of those booth posts," Lenny said and moved forward holding the gun so it was aimed at that little spot right between my eyes. "First let's make sure you don't pull no fancy footwork."
I didn't catch the meaning of his words until his hand shot out to jerk open the fly of my pants along with the catch at its top. My pants slipped down my thighs, slid down my legs to fall about my ankles letting my swollen cock spring forward into the air like a sword.
Suddenly the sound of Wanda's sobs were replaced by the sound of her deep breathing. Lenny glanced towards her and was startled to see the way she was looking at the head of my cock, at the way she was licking her lips. If my pants hadn't been all tangled up around my ankles I might have kicked him in the head real good.
"Christ! look at her will you," Lenny said more to himself than to either myself or Wanda.
"She wants to fuck my cock," I told Lenny in a flat tone of voice feeling that the more shocked the punk was the better the chances of our getting out of there alive were. "She has the desire to take it deep into that lovely white throat of hers and suck it the way she would an all day sucker until it melts and let all its hot cream filling shoot deep into her being."
"Back up against that post, bastard," Lenny hissed and it would have been real stupid trying any tricks with a punk as badly shaken up as he was.
Sure Lenny was the kind of punk who thought he knew all the right people, had all the answers. He'd never been booked by the local police, I'd have bet on it, but that was only because even the best policemen in the world make mistakes. He'd heard all those stories about how much money a real cool guy could pick up by selling innocent young teen-age girls to the mob for its whorehouses and perhaps had even thought that would be a real cool way of making a few fast bucks. Being face to face with a lovely girl like Wanda who seemed to have blown her top had him all shook up. He wasn't too sure but that Mae Lee and I had been training the child to perform as a whore so she'd bring a much better price from whomever we were taking her to.
I backed against the post while thinking about the kind of punk Lenny was and let him bind my bound wrist to the thing with the belt he removed from his own pants. Once I was bound to the post he moved off to one side and stood watching the way Wanda was looking at my swollen cock and licking her lips.
"You sure she'll actually give you a blow job?" he asked when he could stand it no longer.
"Come over here, honey," I said to Wanda for there seemed to be but one way of proving to the punk that I wasn't just giving him a big line and that was for him to see the lovely innocent child go into action the way she so desired to do. "Wanda has been taught to give very good blow jobs, to please people who may not always be looking for the usual sex thrill of a good fuck."
"You trying to tell me that kid is a virgin?" Lenny asked and the tone of surprise in his voice was such that it had to be the real thing. "Don't give me no snow job. I saw that older bitch make her come right there in the front seat of that car."
"When was the last time you saw one broad shove her cock into another broad and fuck her?" I asked and chuckled softly for Wanda had dropped to her knees there at my feet and reached up to wrap her slim fingers around its full staff.
"You'd see your way clear to selling a virgin like her to a guy who would put her to work in a whorehouse?" Lenny asked and I knew that in spite of how hard and tough he liked to act, the idea that anyone could really be so evil and mean shook him clear through.
Those soft cooing sounds were coming from deep inside Wanda the way they do from a kitten that's all rolled up into a tight ball as she teased my cock with her fingers. She had teased and sucked my cock often enough to know just when to slip it between those soft lips of hers and run the tip of her tongue down over the underside of its staff.
"Ooh, I see you two are all ready to put on a nice little show for the boys," Mae Lee cooed, as Pete pushed her into the diner before him.
"What the hell gives, man?" Pete asked, those black eyes of his growing wide when he saw Wanda lean forward to lick the head of my cock.
"Take it real slow and easy, baby," Mae I-.ee cooed. "Let the boys see what a really fine blow job you give."
"You gotta be nuts, bitch!" Pete said sharply and smacked Mae Lee firmly on that lush bare ass of hers.
That was when it dawned on me that she was totally naked and that her clothing lay scattered, and torn back there at the filling station. I knew it might be awhile from what the boys had said about people getting in off the highway at that time of the day. Still sooner or later somebody would be driving into that filling station, see a broad's torn clothing laying around and get real curious.
They could even get curious enough to call the police
"Her clothes!" Lenny yelled, as Wanda took just the head of my cock between her lips and began rolling it around the way so many people did the end of those filter-tipped cigarettes before lighting them.
"She won't be needing no clothes," Pete said not catching on to what was suddenly bugging his pal so. "Man! the way she dug getting fucked by a knife handle. Once she gets all my big cock deep inside that cunt of hers she is really going to do some mighty high flying."
"We left her clothes back there around the gas pumps," Lenny screamed. "Somebody is going to see a broad's clothing laying around and call the police just as sure as hell."
Pete had slipped one thick arm around Mae Lee's waist and moved one hand upward to cup one of those big tits of hers in its black palm. With that black hand closed around all but the nipple of that left tit it looked even longer than it usually did. Mae Lee was breathing hard which was nothing new for her and I knew that having just reached a good orgasm so short a time before, those big tits were still nice and firm.
"I guess we got carried away and goofed," Pete said turning to look at Lenny. "Just pray real hard that one of the bike gangs don't decide to swipe some free gas before we get back to the station."
"We going to be stupid enough to hang around here now?" Lenny asked even as he turned his head to watch Wanda sucking on my cock for he was the only one of us who was standing off to an angle so that he could see more than just the top of the child's head moving up and down.
"We took the risk to fuck these two sex-happy bitches in the first place," Pete said, as his free hand found its way down to Mae Lee's cunt. "Shit! we'd be real stupid not to fuck both of them real good before taking off."
"These people kidnapped this girl from her home," Lenny began to explain to Pete. "They are taking her to somebody they call the man who is in the market for young virgins. I swear the guy claims the chick is still a virgin."
"Have you ever heard of anything so silly?" Mae Lee asked in that sickening sweet tone of voice she could use when she really wanted to. "Do we look like white slavers? I think your friend has flipped his cool."
"Don't try feeding me that line, bitch!" Lenny snapped. "The kid isn't as stupid as you two would like to think. She has heard you talking and is real scared of what you have planned for her future."
"The chick really a virgin, bitch?" Pete asked Mae Lee, as he slipped two of those thick, black fingers of his one hand between the full lips of her cunt. "Now be honest 'cause I'm pretty good at learning the truth about such things for myself." His fingers had slipped with ease between the lips of Mae Lee's cunt. Hell, she'd been so aroused those cunt lips had been slightly parted even before those fingers had touched them.
"Yes!" Mae Lee moaned, tipping her head back against the bare black chest of the colored bastard and closing her eyes as those black fingers worked up and down inside her cunt the way that knife handle had.
"Christ!" Lenny hissed. "I never saw a professional whore get so aroused."
I wasn't in any mood to argue with the punk right then for Wanda's mouth was moving up and down over the length of my throbbing cock.
Her one hand stroked my thigh while the other had found my heavy balls and was playing games with it. The kind of games that can make a man reach his climax long before he would like to no matter how much will power he might think he has. I could feel my climax starting down there in my balls and knew she wasn't going to have to wait too much longer. My hot come would soon be spurting forth into her lovely throat just like she wished it to.
"Man! if that chick's a virgin and can give a blow job like that just wait until she's felt a cock spurt its come deep into the tight cunt of hers after she's had one or two real orgasms," Pete said and if he was talking to Mae Lee, or thought he was, he might just as well have saved his breath.
That bitch was so highly aroused sexually that she wasn't aware of anything in the world other than her own needs of the moment. She was thrusting her cunt upward and forward as though that would perhaps force a few more inches of those thick, black fingers into it. At the rate she was going it could be the very first time she and I ever managed to reach an orgasm together.
"Shit! you can smell the sex in this place," Lenny said and I remember wondering why I was seeing and hearing everything so perfectly clear.
I couldn't even think of trying to hold back any longer on that lovely innocent child. All she wanted was the taste of my hot come shooting deep into her mouth, down her lovely young throat. She'd already lived through so much pure hell that I just couldn't hold back on her the way I knew Mae Lee would have wanted me to.
I'd have rolled my hips to help her a little but Lenny had done a real good job with that belt of his. The way he had me tied to that post by just my wrist so that I couldn't get balance enough to even roll my hips was really something. I only prayed for the chance to return the favor one day.
"Aaah!" I sang out when at last I felt my come shooting deep into Wanda's warm, hot mouth.
"Well, that's one good orgasm out of the way," Pete said and pushing Mae Lee forward, headed right toward where I stood helplessly bound to the main pole of the second booth. "Now we'll show everybody the kind of orgasm a white bitch has when a black man fucks her good." The sonofabitch was going to make sure I had a bird's-eye view while he fucked Mae Lee real good.
Mae Lee was thinking only of the fucking she was going to be getting, if you could actually say she was thinking right at that moment. She'd have welcomed a good fuck from anyone or anything right at that moment as that bastard surely knew having forced her to reach an orgasm with the handle of that knife out in the car. Shit! could that be why she was so highly aroused sexually that very moment? Had the bastard only tormented her with the handle of that knife, had he taken it from the grasp of her cunt before she'd had a good orgasm out there in the car?
"Into the second booth, bitch," Pete said giving Mae Lee a shove so that she nearly fell, had to grasp poor Wanda's shoulder to regain her balance before crawling past me into that second booth her bare ass brushing my one thigh.
Wanda remained there on her knees at my feet with her lips inches from my lifeless cock. She never even lifted her head when she felt Mae Lee's hand upon her shoulder. It was as if she'd found safety there sucking my big cock and never wanted to be too far away from it.
"On your feet, chick," Pete said catching Wanda under her arms and lifting her up. "I should think you'd want to learn all you could about fucking before you get a nice hard cock shoved deep into that virginal cunt of yours so you will discover for the first time what having a real orgasm is actually like.
"You really going to fuck the kid, too?" Lenny asked and I figured the bright young punk wished he'd never gotten so smart and taken that good look through the rear window of our station wagon.
"I could let you have the pleasure of discovering the big thrill that comes from fucking a virgin," Pete said. "If you got the guts you can be the first to fuck the kid, okay?"
Oh, that Pete was playing the same kind of nasty little game Mae Lee was so good at playing. His backing poor Lenny into a corner like that was a dirty trick. Sure, Lenny would fuck poor Wanda good, even though he'd hate the idea, for unless he did he'd look like a big coward.
I was breathing hard when Pete unhooked his pants and let them drop to the floor about his ankles. Like all colored guys I'd ever known he had real thick thighs and strong-looking legs to match the thickness of those thighs. I'd never seen any of the colored guys I'd known at school naked when they'd had a good hard-on. Taking a shower after gym seemed to have taken care of that problem for them just the way it did for most of my white pals. I guess I was interested in seeing how big a black man's cock was when he had a good hard-on. One look at Pete's told me the black man ought to be good at fucking. That bastard had at least twelve inches.
"Now open those pretty thighs as wide as you can, bitch," Pete said, as he stepped free of his pants and moved forward until his knees came into contact with the edge of the booth in which Mae Lee lay waiting to feel that big, black cock she'd been hearing so much about, thrust deep into her cunt.
There really hadn't been much point in Pete's telling that bitch to open wide. She was already lying there in that snug booth with her fine legs and lush thighs thrown as widely apart as the space would permit. She'd tossed one foot up over the rear of the booth, the other up onto the narrow table. It would have been impossible for her to have spread her feet any further apart. From where I stood I'd gotten a bird's-eye view of her heavenly cunt just before Pete had moved between us.
That bitch just lay there waiting to be fucked, and fucked some more. The good look I'd taken between those widely-spread lush thighs of hers before Pete had moved between us had told me that. I'll swear those full, rich cunt lips of hers were parted so that they had seemed to be almost pouting.
"Not bad, not bad at all," Pete said and laughed softly, as he began to slide his hands up and down over the soft, smooth flesh of those lush thighs. "How come you never became a top model or didn't get a good part in a skin flick as much as you like getting fucked?"
"You afraid you can't live up to all those big, big promises you've been making, lover?" Mae Lee taunted. "Could that be why you're taking so long before shoving that black cock into me where we both know it belongs?"
Pete laughed softly and moved up onto his knees on the edge of the booth. That way he could let Mae Lee feel not only the head of his cock against the soft, smooth flesh of her inner thigh but the full length and firmness of its staff. Once she felt all that hard, firm meat rubbing against the flesh of her inner thigh her questions about the kind of fuck he could give her should be answered. The bastard couldn't know the kind of bitch Mae Lee really was.
"Ooh, lover," Mae Lee cooed and when she cooed to a guy in that tone he could almost feel his cock slipping deep into that warm, moist cunt of hers. "Now surely you know what to do with that, at least I should hope so."
"Boy, you're just asking for it," Pete hissed and moved so that the head of his cock was but a few inches from the parted lips of Mae Lee's throbbing cunt so that she might feel all the heat pouring from that little slit.
"How can I be sure that cock isn't plastic, lover?" Mae Lee asked. "Shit! you got me so highly aroused that even a ten-year-old kid could make me reach a good orgasm. I'm used to having three or four orgasms when I get fucked really good by Eddie who happens to be a whole lot older than you."
I couldn't blame Pete for the way he gripped that bitch's buttocks and thrust that big, black cock of his deep into her cunt. Sure it was mean but the bitch had taunted the guy until he'd no longer been thinking like a sane human being. I knew that feeling well for it had been Harold Blake's hounding that had gotten me into all my trouble.
Once a man thrust his cock deep into Mae Lee's cunt and felt the way those rich, full lips gripped it he was lost. From that point on he couldn't hear, see or think about anything but the pure animal thrills that cunt was sending up his swollen staff, to shoot up his spine, clear to the top of his head.
"Ooh, honey," I heard Lenny say in a tight sounding voice and glanced towards where Wanda had been standing watching Pete move in on Mae Lee to discover that young lady was no longer the least bit interested in what was taking place there in that booth.
Lenny, so it would seem, had grown tired of standing off to one side watching his pal have all the fun. He'd stripped that thin short skirt and blouse from Wanda and dropped to his knees at her feet. His cheek was pressed against her flat stomach so he could feel how very deeply she was breathing while two of his fingers worked up and down inside that tight little cunt of hers. His mouth was so close to the top of the child's cunt I knew she could feel his hot breath there on that soft, tender flesh beneath that thin blond patch of pubic hair.
"I guess you know I was telling you the truth when I said she was a virgin," I said and was surprised to discover how very near normal the tone of my voice sounded.
"Yah, some virgin but still a virgin I guess," Lenny said not even doing me the favor of glancing my way. "Well since this sweet little girl reaches an orgasm so very quickly it's kind of a shame to keep her hanging in air, waiting for the biggest thrill of her life. If you know what I mean?"
Oh, I knew what the punk meant all right. What he was saying was that it was high time that everybody stopped teasing the child and let her find out what a good fuck really was. That he felt it was more or less his duty to fuck her good, the sooner the better, the way he looked at things.
"Aah, eeek!" Mae Lee sang out as her one foot pounded on the narrow table of the booth and I knew, we all knew, she'd reached her first orgasm. With that big, black cock moving in and out of her cunt the bitch would come three or four times at least and very, very quickly. Shit! she was so fully aroused to begin with she couldn't help herself.
I felt a lump in my throat and knew it was fear. Fear of what Lenny had planned for poor Wanda when Pete finished his task of giving Mae Lee the greatest fuck of her life. Oh, I couldn't really blame Lenny. Shit! he'd been pushed into a corner where he couldn't very well do anything else.
The same type of corner Harold Blake had pushed me into with his constant hounding. The poor bastard! Christ! I was beginning to feel sorry for other people!
That could mean I'd really blown my cork!
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Come! Ooh, come you, bastard!" Mae Lee sang out and I knew that for once she was getting a good enough fuck to please her, at least for a time.
"Christ! two animals in heat!" Lenny said, as he rose to his feet and slipped one arm around Wanda's narrow waist, as he turned to watch the way his pal's naked black buttocks were rising and falling above the lush Mae Lee who was crushed there beneath his bulk in that narrow booth.
Mae Lee had come at least four times, or so it seemed. It was hard for a person just watching Mae Lee get fucked good to keep a correct count of the times she actually did reach a full orgasm. That bitch loved being fucked so much she had a way of making the simple act of getting a cock shoved deep into her cunt appear to give her an orgasm.
"Well, well," a strange voice said and when Lenny and I turned towards the open door of the diner we saw two state troopers standing there.
"I knew the kids used this place from time to time to do some real heavy necking but this gang type orgy has got to be one for the record books," the youngest of the two officers said and his eyes were moving over Wanda's naked young body.
"Hey! that's the Blake kid that was reported missing," the older of the two exclaimed. "Her old man's a D.A. up North somewhere and real worried about her having run off."
"Are you Wanda Blake, honey?" the younger officer asked though he didn't take his eyes off Wanda which was no surprise really for any man was bound to enjoy looking at such a lovely, naked young girl as Wanda Blake, even if he did happen to be a stupid state trooper.
"Yes!" Wanda cried pulling away from Lenny and rushing to pick up the thin clothing he'd stripped from her as though she'd just became aware of the fact that she was totally naked.
"So the kid didn't just run off like the old man of hers seemed to think," the older officer said more to himself than to anyone else and I knew Harold Blake was too proud to tell the world that his wife had been raped before his very eyes, his only daughter kidnapped.
"I'm afraid your sheriff is going to hear a story from that lovely innocent child that will stand his hair on end," I said for I figured my boat was sinking so fast that for once in my life I could be a nice guy and give the law a hand. "What she needs is a good bath, a good meal, and then a real good night's sleep before being questioned."
"Would these by any chance belong to the bitch getting fucked in that booth?" the younger officer asked pulling Mae Lee's torn blouse and rather dirty pants from behind his back. "We found them laying at the foot of the pumps back there at the filling station."
"I knew you cops would head right for this place when those clothes were found," Lenny said in a bitter tone of voice. "I think Pete flipped his cork sticking around here long enough to fuck that slant-eyed, bitch."
"Is this place really that well known?" I asked the youngest of the two officers for he seemed friendlier, more willing to talk freely.
"This area has become overrun with a number of bike gangs during the last six months," he replied. "Those boys like to pick up sweet young teen-age girls who don't know any better and bring them up here where they can have a blast gang-banging them."
"I've read about what a girl goes through when one of those gangs picks her up and gangbangs her," I said glad that we'd had only Lenny and Pete to worry about. "We stopped at that filling station for gas. That bitch in the booth began making love, if you could call it that, to the child to keep her from crying out for help. These two boys smelled the scent of sex and got carried away by it, as I did myself not too long ago as you will learn from the child."
"He didn't have to leave her clothes laying back there on the ground," Lenny moaned more to himself than anyone for my confession had shocked the two troopers more than what they could see taking place in that booth with their own eyes. "Shit! It was as if that slant-eyed bitch put a hex on him once she rolled her eyes at the poor bastard." So it seemed that I wasn't the only one who felt that Mae Lee was something a little more than just a real fucking bitch.
"Aaah, eeek! I've found it at last! I've found the, the fountain of youth," Mae Lee suddenly cried out shattering the thoughts of the two officers who had been startled so by my shocking confession they had forgotten to keep an eye on the fucking that was taking place over in the booth. "It's been hidden all these centuries in that big black cock."
"Shit!" the youngest trooper said and there was pure disgust in his tone of voice. "What does getting fucked by a real man do to her?"
"That bitch was so aroused before the black bastard started to fuck her that she should have reached an orgasm when the tip of his cock slipped into her cunt," I told the younger trooper seeing all too clearly that he didn't care for the idea of a black bastard fucking a white woman, no matter what sort of bitch she might be.
Pete's ass seemed to have stopped its movement so that it appeared to be just hanging there in mid-air. I could only make a guess but I figured the black bastard was letting those skilled lips of Mae Lee's highly trained cunt do the work of milking the last of his come from his big cock. Only after having felt those skilled cunt lips milking his cock dry of every last drop could any man know how highly trained they really were. It came as a bit of shock the first time. I should have known how much of a shock if anyone did. After all look at the kind of mess being grateful to that bitch had gotten me into.
I tore my eyes from the booth where the fucking was taking place and glanced around to see what Wanda was doing. There had been a time there when the child had gotten worked up seeing a man, even one she knew, fuck Mae Lee. Perhaps she'd learned that she'd been foolish to worry so about the older woman for she had dressed, and moved to one of the stools at the old counter where she seemed to be sitting and waiting to see what was going to happen next.
"There, now at last you know what a really good fuck is, bitch," Pete said at last and began pulling back off of Mae Lee feeling for the floor with his feet.
"I hope that was a good enough fuck to last you for a few years, pal," Lenny hissed in a cold tone of voice, as Pete pushed his big body upward and regained his feet.
"Now don't get pissed off," Pete said turning slowly. "Shit! that bitch cow," his voice failed him right in the middle of his sentence when he turned slowly to find himself looking at two state troopers. "Oh, man!"
"You left the bitch's clothes laying at the foot of the gas pumps, bastard," the youngest trooper hissed tossing Mae Lee's pants to Pete.
"Better slip into these, bitch," Pete said tossing the pants over his shoulder to Mae Lee who was just sitting up and taking a look around. "Unless you'll even fuck with the law."
"What self-respecting white man would fuck a bitch after her cunt got all stretched out of shape by a black cock?" the older of the two troopers asked.
"Ooh, my," Mae Lee cooed, as she slid from the booth and put on a real show of pulling those soiled, tight pants up over those lush thighs, over those delightfully full hips of hers that were so lovely even those two state troopers had to admire them, the naked lust showing in their eye. Oh, they might not have approved of the kind of bitch she was but after all they were only two normal males. No normal male could take a good look at Mae Lee while she was slowly dressing without feeling that lust creeping through their veins.
"You better go out to the car and call for the wagon," the older trooper said. "We'll let the kid ride with us so she don't get fucked in the rear of the wagon."
"Good idea," the younger trooper agreed. "Sure you can keep both those punks in line."
"Use your cuffs and fasten them to that other post," the older trooper said coldly trying hard not to look at the swaying nipples of Mae Lee's big, naked tits.
"Would you do me one big favor?" Mae Lee cooed, as the younger trooper moved Pete and Lenny over close to the second booth, made them each put an arm around the center post of the booth so he might lock their wrist together. "Pd like to get an extra blouse from the station wagon. I mean how's it going to look for me to be seen getting out of your paddy wagon half naked like this?"
"Okay, bitch!" the older trooper snapped and I had a feeling he'd played right into that bitch's hands just the way all men seemed to. Shit! I had been in hopes she'd run into two men she couldn't wrap around her little finger with such ease.
The younger trooper made sure that neither of the punks could move more than a few feet with their arms locked together behind the post as they were. He grinned when he decided he'd done a good job on the punks and taking Mae Lee firmly by the elbow headed for the door.
I came very close to telling the older trooper that he'd be wise to move closer to that door so he could keep an eye on his pal and Mae Lee. I decided I'd only get told to keep my dirty mouth shut anyway so that's what I did. So let Mae Lee wave the nipples of her big tits under the young trooper's nose and try to wind him around her little finger, or should I have said one of those nipples.
"We both thinkin' the same things," Pete said after having made sure neither he or Lenny could move freely enough to make the risk worthwhile when it came to making a try at getting their hands on that state trooper, or his gun.
"You think that broad would try anything that stupid?" I asked making a note of the fact that I could have kicked that boy right in the nuts he was standing so close. Shit! I was one doomed man as it was so why pull something stupid like that and really get myself in hot water over my head.
"Yah, know what I mean, man," Pete said. "That young trooper is going to find out how really dry a bitch can milk his cock when he starts fucking around with that one. She milks every ounce of sex there is right out of a man."
"Don't you two ever think about anything other than sex?" the trooper asked and I knew he was going to have some fun with the black boy once there weren't a lot of good white people around to watch the show.
"You ever know a colored bastard who did?" Lenny asked in that same bitter tone of voice. "I worked with him nearly six months and his eyes nearly stripped every broad who drove into that station."
"Watch it with the big mouth, pal," Pete said and there was a coolness in his tone of voice that said Lenny wouldn't be too smart to get caught alone with his one-time buddy for a while at least. "Just remember this caper was all your bright idea."
"I'm afraid he's right you know," I said and watched Pete look up in surprise. "Right now you're doing a slow burn because you didn't get to fuck that little virgin sitting at the counter like you'd planned on doing."
"Yah, all I did was get so hot looking at that slant-eyed bitch and from the way she was lookin' at me I clean forgot her clothes." Pete said and he sounded bitter. "Shit! I'll bet she planned on that when she stripped so willingly for us, even went into that little dance step while removing her clothes."
So that made three of us who had the feeling that when Mae Lee rolled her eyes at a man the gentleman was in real, big trouble. I no longer felt stupid for having once wondered if my act of kidnapping Wanda hadn't come from that bitch in the first place. Perhaps we'd know shortly if Mae Lee had any magic powers when it came to getting police officers to do as she wished.
There was nothing more to say after Pete had made his statement and the diner became strangely silent. It was almost as though we were all, even the trooper, waiting to see what Mae Lee was going to pull next. The sudden roaring of the station wagon's powerful engine wasn't any real surprise. Of course there was the sound of spinning tires as the big car took off at top speed, the cries of the young state trooper that were followed by the sound of two shots. Hell, the poor fool had to make the whole thing look as good as he could.
"We knew that'd happen didn't we?" Pete asked and those dark eyes of his were glowing. "Those two bastards were going to have a lot of fun kicking my black ass later on but now they don't dare even think of doing such a thing."
"You're talking real big black boy," the older trooper said but there was no real meaning in the tone of his voice.
"The fuck I am," Pete hissed. "You lay one hand on my ass and I let the press find out your friend was out there all alone with that white bitch long enough to have fucked her real good before she made her break."
"You got it made," I said to Pete and wished I could feel the same way about my own fate but knew there wasn't too much hope for me. I'd be going back home and there would be Harold Blake, just waiting to toss the whole book at me.
* * *
That Harold Blake turned out to be a bigger bastard than I'd ever dreamed he could be. He'd reported Wanda as a runaway so nobody would learn what had taken place there at his home the night I'd kidnapped her. There was a big election coming up and the last thing Harold Blake wanted was for the voters to know how yellow he really was.
That bastard wanted to win that election so bad he offered me a deal. I got off with spending two years in the state pen for being a second story man after I'd sworn to keep my big mouth shut tight. Sure, I took the deal man, it was either that or go up the river for kidnapping and rape.
Those two years are over, I'm a free man who has spent a lot of time thinking about what happened following my visit to the Harold Blake home that night. Looking back on all that I know my biggest mistake was in not taking Wanda and heading right for my meeting with Norris. Taking that lovely innocent child to see Mae Lee because I'd felt I'd owed her for a few past favors had been real stupid. It had been after Mae Lee had learned the child was still a virgin that everything had begun to go wrong.
I'm still not sure that Mae Lee hadn't been the one to plant a few ideas in the back of my mind. Oh, I know it sounds foolish in this day and age to be talking about witchcraft but I have that feeling. She did know how much I hated Harold Blake, that I'd planned on kidnapping his lovely daughter and selling the child to Norris. She could have whispered softly into my ear while I was fucking her and I'd hardly have been aware of the sound of her voice. Remember the way she handled that big colored boy, even that young state trooper?
I've learned that Wanda has spent the better part of the last two years in a boarding school for girls. Oh, that Harold Blake turned out to be a real stinker as well as yellow. He couldn't run the risk of having the girl around home. There was just no telling what she might do after learning all those dirty tricks from Mae Lee and myself. If Wanda got into trouble that could be the end of Harold Blake's days in public office.
I'll never know how Mae Lee made out when she reached Norris all alone and had to confess that she'd lost the big prize she'd promised to deliver. I've never really worried about how she made out though, for she had proved to be a young lady who could take care of herself. Any man who fucked her good once was willing to give her a break. Remember she got away from that young state trooper didn't she?
I go out now and then and get a little excitement by slipping up a fire escape and forcing open a second-floor window to gain entrance to a plush new apartment building. It's called being a second-storey man. I really don't need the money from that sort of thing any longer, it's the thrill I'm after these days. I've learned how to make more money by writing books about my sexual adventures as a second-storey man.
I still fuck all the pretty young chicks I can talk into it for sex is something no man should ever be without over too long a period of time. All that good come in his cock might dry up on him and weigh him down so he'd hardly be able to move at all.
I don't ask any broad to fuck for free these days. I either spend a lot of money on entertaining her before we go to bed or slip her fifteen bucks the following morning. I don't want any part of this so called free sex jazz going around. Look at all the trouble it got me into.
It's just not worth it in the long run. Fucking a good-looking broad is just as much fun when you've paid for it, or plan to as it is when you think it's for free. It's really not you know.
Sex is never free my friend. Shouldn't I have learned at least that much from Mae Lee?
