The six o'clock evening news rattled away from the portable color television set atop the kitchen counter while the two women stood at the kitchen range. The room was warm with the smell of roasting beef and gravy bubbled in the ironware pot as Irma Decker bent over the stove jabbing at the boiling potatoes. Her eldest daughter, Sara stood at the counter tearing lettuce next to the sink.
"Shouldn't Tanya be home from school by now, Mother?"
Irma Decker glanced at the willowy blonde loveliness of her number one daughter with fond indulgence. Of course Sara knew her younger sister wouldn't be home for at least another half hour and that Sara, bless her heart, was trying her darndest to pretend that nothing had changed since her marriage and that Tanya was still a bra-less seventh grader playing with dolls. "Don't worry, honey. She'll be along soon," sighed Irma wearily.
"She's probably stopped off at the drugstore for a coke with some of her little friends."
"You mean with Terry Tucker...?"
"Oh, Terry's a nice boy. You can't blame him for his father's ways."
Irma Decker jabbed cruelly at the potatoes, the hairs prickling at the nape of her neck from her daughter's piercing blue eyes on her from behind.
"If you ask me, Mama, forcing small businessmen into becoming bookies and... and burning down their shops if they don't is pretty serious business." She chopped at the tomato bleeding on the cutting board. "How would you feel if you found out Daddy was forced into doing that after all these years of building up his appliance repair shop?"
"Now, Sara, the grand jury hasn't dismissed it yet, have they?"
"They better not or I'll lose all faith in our judicial system. I've been thinking about writing a letter to the editor of the Times Daily."
"Dear girl, don't go getting yourself messed up in other's problems."
Arguing with her eldest daughter was always a losing proposition and Mrs. Decker knew it.
For all her fine feminine qualities Sara could be meddlesome at times, a trait that Irma noticed had developed only recently�_"since her marriage to Barry Winters. Oh, not that Irma disapproved of her son-in-law, but he was self righteous as he was handsome, and when it came to cutting remarks he was the champ. Deep down she agreed with her daughter. Terry Tucker was rapidly developing into another rotten branch of the Tucker family tree and it hurt her to see her precocious daughter getting messed up with him.
What could a mother do?
Tanya was a hard one to raise. No glee club, cheerleading or church choir for the Decker's number two daughter. What with this staying out late at night, how could a mother rightly defend her child? And Ralph, poor tired old Ralph, had about washed his hands of the deal the second time Tanya smudged the family name by being expelled from school for cheating on exams.
"I�_"I didn't mean to open a can of worms, Mama."
"I know, honey. Get me a bit more flour will you?"
Irma watched the trim figure of her daughter stand on tip toes to open the cupboard door.
Sara is such a gem, she mused. It's been wonderful having her and the baby here this month since Barry went to Iran to work in the oil fields... Irma whisked a bit of flour into the bubbling gravy.
"Do you think this is enough salad, Mama?"
"Plenty, dear. Your father hasn't been eating well." Poor Ralph. With all these throw-away appliances, business isn't what it used to be... and the cost of labor is so high.
"Thanks for helping, honey. Why don't you go up and check on the baby. I think I hear her crying."
Sara paused at the bottom of the stairs. "Mama?" She clamped her pearly front teeth over her beestung lower lip. "What's been bothering Daddy lately?"
Irma let out a sigh; she stirred the gravy, staring at the blank wall. "Money, I suppose.
Why?"
Sara tutted, showing her affection. "He seems so... so aloof... like he's got something on his mind.
"Not yet! I told you that before, Terry!" the ripe-bodied girl in the car scowled.
"Look who's uptight! You never let a little finger-bangin' bother you before!" The honey haired teenager clamped her arms over her well developed breasts and stared through the windshield at the choppy waters of Lake Michigan until, reluctantly, the boy removed his hand from beneath the hem of her skirt.
"I'm still sore from last night, Terry," she breathed softly.
The frustrated teenage boy gripped the steering wheel tightly with his sweaty palms and stared wistfully at her unflinching, pouting profile. This chick was too fuckin' much! A little blonder than her older sister and better developed on the top half, but with the same blue eyes and scattered crop of freckles across a pertly upturned nose.
"I can't get pills until I'm sixteen."
"Oh, brother." Terry sighed brokenly.
"... unless I'm married," she retorted, turning her face to him, beaming.
"Oh Jesus!" he rolled his eyes skyward and pounded the wheel with the heels of his hands. "Be sensible. I'm only a year older than you. What are we supposed to live on?"
"Your dad's loaded!"
Terry stared at her dumbfounded. "Your father would just as soon kill me as look at me...
he'd never let you."
Tanya flashed him an indulgent smile, then faced forward and calmly began to unbutton her blouse. "We could live with your dad... rent free."
"You dumb, dingy broad," he gulped.
"Have you seen the way your old man stared at my bust," she grinned impishly, wetting her lips, looking down at the lace covered mounds of her breasts and then up at her boy friend out of the corner of her aqua eyes. "Or the lump in his pants when I wear my bikini around your pool?"
Terry nervously fished for the tightly rolled cigarette in his shirt pocket. "I don't believe it.
Now you've got the hots for my old man!"
Tanya pink polished fingertips unfastened the last button on her blouse then, parting the thin material to expose her ripe, strawberry tipped breasts. "I like to cock tease him, that's all."
Terry lit the marijuana cigarette pinched between his sweating fingers, cupping the match protectively as he looked sideways at her. He drew long and deep, letting the acrid, sweetish smoke permeate every cell of his lungs, and then holding it deep. "You want a hit?" he stammered breathlessly, keeping the smoke down.
"Are you into underwear, Terry? I mean... like do you like me better in these sexy lace bras or bare titted?" She took the cigarette from him, emulating her boy friend's example, drawing deeply, while resting her head against the headrest of his custom, Porsche-engined Volkswagen.
"Both... why do you wanna get married?"
"I love you, idiot."
"Then let me fuck you."
Tanya took another long pull at the weed and handed the reefer over to Terry. "I'll let you fuck me if you say you'll marry me."
He turned toward her. "I think you just wanna get out of that dingy house and away from your whiny ma."
"Yeah, well how would you like to hang around that dump? Ma lets Dad treat her like shit and Sara with her asshole husband Barry."
"Still there, huh?" he put in with a forlorn grimace. He turned his head, staring fondly at her lushly exposed, pink nippled breasts. She often sat like that whenever they were alone; still he couldn't get used to it. He'd laid most every foxy chick in school, but damn it this chick had him but good! He leaned down, pulled her breasts free and gave each puffy nipple a long wet sucking kiss.
"0l' Barry's over there in Iran running oil rigs... but I'll bet he's drilling more than oil"
"Hey! Have him send back some hash ..
"You've got to be joking! He's so straight he can't bend over."
"They got a kid... he must be doin' something right."
Tanya could feel goose pimples rising on the softly exposed flesh of her milk white breasts as her boy friend continued to kiss and suck her naked nipples. "I think she picked up the sperm from a toilet seat."
"Hey... that's not fair! Sara's a fox."
Tanya took the marijuana cigarette from her boy friend and choked down another lungful of smoke. She stared out over the white caps of Lake Michigan, appreciating the serenity of their favorite parking spot. Idly, hA"r fingers entwined in the hair on the nape of Terry's neck. His hair was a bit too short for her rebellious tastes, but that didn't matter because Terry's old man was loaded. Maybe Mr. Tucker was a little weird, but he did a darned good job of chiseling a living out of this crumby northeastern Wisconsin city on the bay.
And if it weren't for sin, he would be as poor as her dad. Crazy... but that where it was at in this fucked-up world.
"You'd better get me home before Dad blows in," she breathed reluctantly.
CHAPTER TWO
"I've already given you two weeks, Decker. I've got bills, too!"
Beads of hot perspiration pimpled Ralph Decker's forehead as he cradled the telephone receiver close to his ear so that Bud Carlson, his sole employee, couldn't overhear.
"Listen, Tucker," he breathed softly, I've got two thousand of it. If you could give me another week to raise the other five hundred, I'd-"
"You'd what, Decker? Kiss my ass? If you can't afford to lose, don't play the game. You're a rotten bookie, Decker. You spend the money and don't make your pay-offs. I want my fuckin' money!"
"Listen, you bastard! I haven't got it, for Chrissakes, can't you understand that?" The middle-aged electrician's voice was rising like steam.
"You'd better get it... and you'd better understand that!"
Ralph Decker rested the receiver against his chest as Bud passed closely carrying an old toaster. Decker felt his guts knot from the knowledge that Tucker meant business�_"and Tucker was nobody to fool with. Time and again, Decker wished he could back up time to the time Tucker approached him with the bookie proposition... and to the night he gambled the till's money on a drunken poker game and lost the wad. Tucker had come by for collections�_"hardly a tea party. Hell, he was just one man against the biggest con-men in the state and he couldn't go to the police for protection.
"I've got to have more time, Tucker... please?' A short pause on the end of the line rose Decker's hopes. "Okay, Decker... this is Tuesday, I'll give you until Thursday to come up with the other thousand."
"Thousand! It's only five-hundred. If you think-"
"I'm not running a welfare agency. I let you have a week on good faith and you blew it.
Now, if you come up with the money like the good fellow I trust you to be... and that's two days grace I'm giving you... if you come through, maybe we can keep your deadbeat ass out of the Bay."
Ralph's hand went into convulsive tremors. He switched hands then, wiping the sweat off on his smudged smock. Christ, he wished he had a drink... a straight shot of whiskey.
"Thursday?"
"Thursday noon. My man and me will be over to pick it up at your house... Make sure you go home for lunch!"
Ralph felt his knees weakening beneath him. Tucker's man had to be that fucking gorilla, Bloater, who had come along for collections.
"Why my place? Meet me downtown somewhere."
"I don't conduct business in public, and I gotta keep my ass away from the cops."
"O-Okay, Thursday noon at my place... I-I'll get the money somehow."
"You bet your fat ass you will!
"Ralph Decker, you take those vitamins right now!"
"Goddamn it, Irma, I've got a headache!"
Sara, busy feeding her two year old daughter looked up in surprise at the sudden exchange between her parents. Tanya, inured to the temperamental displays that marked their parents' later years, continued to gobble up her food nonplussed.
"I have some Midol, Daddy... men take it too," offered Sara, rising from her chair.
Ralph, his face buried in his fleshy palms looked up at his eldest daughter affectionately and managed a smile. "That's okay, baby. Sit down and finish feeding Heidi.
Oh, vomit! Tanya winced behind a forkful of roast beef. Here we go again!
Ralph reached across the table and patted the back of Sara's hand. "Thanks for offering, sweetheart." Out of the corner of a crow's foot eye he noticed his younger daughter's obvious displeasure; he cast her a warning glance. "And you, number two daughter, had better wipe that smirk off your face!"
"Oh, now, Ralph," Irma intruded feebly. "Don't start anything at the dinner table. Tanya didn't say a word!"
"Keep your nose out of this, Irma. If I'd taken a strap to her smart ass as a kid, she wouldn't be handing us this crap now!"
"Ralph! She's never been in any serious trouble. Now keep your voice down or your granddaughter will cry."
Ralph glowered at his wife for long moments, then glanced from one to the other of his offspring. Sara, her face reddened with embarrassment, had turned to feed Heidi, while Tanya stared blankly down at her plate, her full blue eyes brimming with tears.
"You call getting kicked out of school twice nothing? Cheating On exams?"
Irma, too, couldn't help but compare her two daughters. She loved them both for they had come from her womb, but it saddened her that the differences in personalities had been a sore spot for her somewhat reactionary husband. Physically the two girls could have been twins, with Sara a few pounds heavier after Heidi and Tanya slightly leggier and more buxom. Temperament was a different matter entirely. It would have been easier if Tanya had been the son she was planned to be. Irma could still remember the look of absolute defeat on Ralph's face when he'd come into the hospital. She had cried herself to sleep after he'd gone. Oh, he'd tried but he could never get close to Tanya.
"Sara sure as hell never cheated on any exams... she was on the honor roll every semester. But this one... " Ralph shook his head disapprovingly and stabbed at a hunk of meat.
"Daddy!" the older girl pleaded. "If not for Tany's sake or Mama's, then for Heidi. Please!"
Ralph munched on a mouthful of meat, sourly.
It bothered Sara to witness friction in the family.
She couldn't remember it being a night and day ritual when she was still living at home.
Perhaps she shouldn't have let Daddy talk her into renting their house and moving back home while Barry was overseas. But then she'd never been able to refuse him anything. It embarrassed her, sometimes, the way he showed his partiality in front of her sister, but then Tanya could be such a spiteful person at times�_"as if she were going out of her way to cause problems. And Mama, poor hackled Mama, got right in the middle of it. No wonder she was showing her forty-nine years lately. Why her hair was almost all gray!
Daddy was fifty-five and he looked younger than Mama�_"despite the worry lines' around his eyes of late.
Irma tried diplomacy. "Ralph, let me put some nice warm gravy on your meat."
Tanya raised her head, fighting back the tears of outrage she was determined not to give her father the satisfaction of seeing. I just wish he was half as cool as Terry's dad... how much class can you have when you run a one-man Goodwill? she thought angrily. She glowered at her sister then, watching her stuff her mouth, then Heidi's, then at her whiny Mama ladling gravy on Daddy's hunk of meat. God how she wanted to get out of this house... and these small town people!
"Sara made a nice apple pie," said Irma hopefully. 'That's your favorite, darling."
She's his fucking favorite, Tanya grimaced. He'd still bounce her on his stupid knee if she'd let him!
"Did you make your ol' daddy his favorite dessert, Sara darlin'?"
Tanya felt her knuckles whiten around the hand of her fork as she idly pushed her meat around on her plate. Her temples pounded furiously. "Bullshit!" she muttered under her breath.
"Oh, Daddy," Sara swelled proudly. "You've been working so hard lately and I sorta figured you deserved a little something spec�_""
"Bullshit!" This time it was loud enough to be heard. Rising to her feet, Tanya blurted: "Sara this, Sara that... Sara, Sara, Sara! That's all I've heard my whole life. It's�_"" SLAP! Her father's hand came down hard across the side of her face.
"Ralph!" Irma cried.
"Butt out, Irma!"
"Yeah, butt out, Mama! The goodwill king is throwing a fit!" Tanya choked, trying with all her might to check the tears threatening to spill down her satin cheeks.
Ralph Decker, on his feet and trembling with rage, managed somehow to restrain himself from whacking his daughter again as she spun on her heels and ran toward the bathroom.
Slowly, he relaxed, slumping back down into his chair. Sara, shhhhhing the baby, glowed with infinite satisfaction. Tanya had, deserved that!
"Ralph, do you really think�_""
"Shut up, Irma!"
Irma rose, her lips compressed in a tight line, her hands busy clearing the dinner dishes.
"Daddy," Sara began as soon as her mother had left the dining room for the kitchen. "If you want my opinion, it's that kid she's been running around with all summer."
Ralph Decker, never one to follow his youngest daughter's string of amatory pursuits, blinked curiously at his surreptitiously beaming married daughter. "What kid?"
"Terry Tucker!"
The color drained instantly from Ralph's heavy face. "S-She's been hanging around with that Tucker bastard?" He barely blinked.
"You know him, Daddy?"
"I know his old man. We'll see if we can't put a stop to this nonsense right now... Tanya Irma Decker, you get your ass out of that bathroom right now!"
A short silence ensued, followed by the sound of a flushing toilet. The bathroom door banged open and Tanya pranced out, haughtily tossing her wealth of honey hair over her shoulder. Ignoring her father blatantly and her older sister seated at the table, she climbed the stairs leading to her room. Ralph, an impatient man, stood waiting at the foot of the steps when she returned, buttoning up a trench coat.
"Where the hell are you going?" he boomed as she inched past him on the stairs.
"Out," she said simply enough, Opening the front door.
"You get your ass back here right now, young lady! I have something to say to you!"
"Go to hell!" The door slammed behind her, trapping a cold blast of air in the hallway, adding to the tormented Ralph Decker's chilled blanes.
"Let her walk it off, Daddy. She's hot headed, you know."
Down the block and around the corner, Tanya stopped at the drugstore and dropped her dime in the telephone.
'Terry? This is Tanya."
"Christ! That was quick. Your old man throw you out of the house?"
"No, we just had a fight. Daddy hit me, and�_""
"He hit you?"
"In the face. It was terrible. C-Can you come and get me?"
"Right now?"
"Yeah, could you, Terry, please?" Oh, that honey voice again when she needed it.
"I can't, Tanya. My cars not working. I think the clutch is slipping."
"Oh... " A long pause followed. "Hey... my Dad's having a board meeting tonight and it oughtta be over pretty soon. Maybe I could get one of Dad's guys to run you somewhere... maybe over to Sonja Babson's."
Tanya choked back another sob. She didn't want to spend the night with a girl, she wanted to be with her boy friend... But then anything would be better than going back to that dump and listening to her father grump and her mother whine and her sister coo along with her bratty kid. "H-How will I know him?"
"He'll be driving one of Dad's limos... you know, the big black one you saw?"
"Super! Thanks Terry... I love you!" She blew a kiss over the phone.
CHAPTER THREE
Despite its bucolic setting, Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin is a wealthy finger of land jutting between Green Bay and Lake Michigan. Chicago's infamous Al Capone and cronies were reputed to have vacationed in this hinterland rife with chimneyed cottages, fishing boats and grand summer homes where rested wealthy lumber company executives. In that tradition Simon Tucker bought the old Johnson estate and transformed it into a plush office, home complex with tennis courts, kidney shaped swimming pool and riding stables.
Now, at seven-thirty in the evening the lights still burned in his office. Simon Tucker was holding a meeting.
At fifty two, Simon was still a powerful figure of a man, and though he limited his friends to a chosen few, those who he commanded an almost automatic respect from those he came in contact with. Tall and greying at the temples, he was in superb physical condition and his body was hard and firm as his eyes were black and ruthless.
"Sam, your collections are falling behind... " Sam Wong, an employee of Tucker's for the past five years, felt his knees buckle slightly at this employer's reprimand. Not only that, but the cock-bloating sight of supple-bodied Kim, Tucker's private secretary sucking the boss' cock beneath the mahagony desk while he and the two other men stood there at attention had him badly unnerved. "I-I'm sorwee boss, but some people hard to find." He struggled through his five year old English.
Tucker preferred hiring Orientals. They were tough as nails, knew where to land a karate chop, didn't eat much, and were fiercely loyal people... not to mention the fact that they worked for little money.
Tucker eyed the pudgy Oriental speculatively, his fingers entwined idly in Kim's mane of long black hair as if he were stroking a cat. "Sorry doesn't cut it. I've had to make a few collections myself."
"I-If you talking about Decker... I sorry, but couldn't get ahold of him."
"Bullshit," Tucker returned without emotion. "I talked to the asshole today on the phone at his repair shop."
Won's face reddened. No excuse would pass by Tucker unchecked. Besides, watching Kim, his own sister, sucking Tucker's cock had him so excited he had to get out of there and get himself a piece of tail before he started to cum in his pants.
"You've been hanging around the Peach Cobbler ballin' the waitresses, so I've heard. Now see here, Wong, just because they shipped those scrawny Vietnamese up here to live off the fat of our land doesn't mean you gotta be fillin' their bellies!"
Sam stared down at his shoe, noticing a hefty bulge in his pants and reddening at that too.
"And you've been drinking too much... " Sam gulped nervously. He'd been warned about hitting the sauce. "Give me another chance, Mr. Tucker."
Tucker smiled in amusement at the beads of sweat popping out on the golden forehead above the slanted eyes. The fact that it was the man's own sister sucking him off beneath his desk and that her husband Charlie was also in the room with them, caused another tremor of sadistic glee to churn in his balls. Kim was a hot number too, and as lovely in her soft, Oriental way, as dew on a buttercup. It was difficult for Tucker to understand how a warted toad like Sam could have such a gorgeous little sister.
"I hear wedding bells have been ringing in your ears, Sam. A pretty little Viet Namese right off the boat...?" His lust-engorged penis swelled even larger in Kim's velvety mouth.
Sam gulped nervously. Buddha be damned... he'd tried to keep his marriage secret from the boss, knowing the boss' appetite for women. But he should have known better than to conceal something like that from Tucker.
He nodded and grinned ineffectually. "Onwee nineteen." Sam's heart pounded mightily in his hairless chest. His little Lotus was such a tiny girl, and so innocent!
"Either you take the punishment or the wifey takes it. It's up to you, Wong."
Wong blinked his slanted eyes nervously, folds of skin closing over stubby eyelashes. "W-what kind of punishment, boss?" He only hoped it wouldn't be physically painful.
"Show 'em Bloater," Simon grinned evilly up to his number-one henchman, the only one who seemed to maintain control of his faculties after watching the arousing spectacle of Kim's rite of fellatio.
"Bloater" Benton, though no one but Tucker had the nerve to call him that to his face, obediently stripped the wide, steel-studded belt from around his barrel waist. He folded it in half and using his thumb-to make a loop, gave it a loud snap against his palm. Sam, a Cambodian escapee from a North Viet Namese prison camp began to shake with fear, images of Oriental tortures ripe' in his mind and scarred on his back.
Tucker watched the paling man with satisfaction. He knew that Sam was a coward who, when given unfair advantage, like all cowards, could be a ruthless bully. Charlie was the same way and that's exactly why they were invaluable to Tucker's organization. Bloater wasn't a coward... he was deathly ruthless without being bullied.
"Well, Sam?"
"O-Okay, boss. You want Lotus, you have her. She's got a nice ass and she sucks cock like Cambodians suck eggs... "
"Now get your yellow ass outta my sight and make sure your Lotus blossom is here at my desk tomorrow night with her panties in her hand!"
"Yes, yes, boss," the relieved pudgy man breathed, backing up and bowing reverently, half running out the door.
As soon as the door had closed quietly behind Sam, Tucker turned his attention back to his remaining employees.
"Bloater, you and me are gonna pay the Decker guy a visit Thursday. I gotta get some money to give to the right people if I'm gonna get outta that Grand Jury room in one piece."
"Sure, Mr. Tucker," the blubbery main replied in a voice deep as a well. "Thursday."
"And, Charlie... for god sakes straighten out your cock before it snaps in half... that's better. Charlie, I want you to run a little errand for me tonight." He fished around in his pocket and produced a folded piece of paper. "Terry's girl friend. She's standing waiting for someone to give her a ride over to her friend's house. Take the Continental."
"Sure, boss... " the Oriental agreed reluctantly. Damn just when Kim was getting going.
Nothing pleased Kim's husband more than watching some guy, especially someone cool like the boss, blow his nuts into his nakedly kneeling, sucking wife's face. And now he was doubly excited about his brother-in-law's tiny Viet Namese wife getting hers the next night.
He'd won a ringside seat in this cock-sucking affair from blabbing to the boss about Sam's hush-hush marriage, but that wouldn't do him any good tonight. The boss still wanted him to pick up his kid's girl friend.
"And Charlie...?"
"Yeah, Boss."
"Take your time. Kim's gonna be busy for a while."
Sara gently eased her tired body down into the warmth of the bubbly bathwater. What a day... topped off with her sister's snotty nosed dinner table manners. In retrospect, the svelte blonde supposed she shouldn't have ratted on her sister about going out with the Tucker boy, but then Tanya had no business saying those things about her, either. Maybe Daddy was a little unreasonable comparing them all the time, but that wasn't her fault! He was her father; she owed him a little respect.
God, the water felt good... almost sexy the way it caressed her sore, aching muscles. It wasn't easy wrestling with a two year old toddler all day long, no matter how darling she was, and these nightly forays in the bathtub were about the only time Sara had to herself these days. God, she wished Barry were home! What she needed badly was a wild fuck!
That's probably why I've been acting so bitchy lately...
She stretched her still-trim, slightly tanned legs out full length in the long tub and admired their firmness. They weren't as long or slender as Tanya's, but still enough to turn heads.
And Tanya was only fifteen years old, and nearly two inches taller, and hadn't had a kid, either!
Sara's hands soaped the washcloth and began to lather her lithe arms. She stared with near-narcissistic satisfaction at her full, wide-set breasts jiggling with the motions of her washing and smiled wanly. That's where it counts! she mused, deeply proud of her body that had recovered from pregnancy with the merest traces of motherhood. Her breasts had remained the same swollen size they had while filled with milk. Lovingly, she soaped the alabaster softness, using her bare hands instead of the rough washcloth, and immediately felt her nipples perk up against her gently probing fingers. No longer their former virginal pink, they looked even sexier in the post-natal beige. Rinsing the soap from them, she weighed them heavily in her hands, proud that after having skipped a full cup size, from B to C, there was still only the slightest hint of sag in them�_"and none when she sucked in her tummy. She was proud that she had breast fed Heidi.
Her hands left her breasts, lightly smoothing down into the water over the velvet softness of her lower torso, stopping at her narrow waist as she sucked in her breath to see how tiny she could make it. Not too bad for a mother... she laughed with satisfaction. Her delicate, fine boned fingers traced down farther, then to the barely discernible rise of her belly. The few stretch marks had faded nicely, but she mused that though her tummy was nearly as flat as it had been when she was a teenager, there was a certain softness to it that would require some stringent exercise to firm up. She straightened her legs, resting her heels on the edge of the tub on either side of the faucet, careful not to get her crisply cut wedge hair style wet. That was her crowning glory, her golden blonde hair and everyone�_" especially Daddy�_"said it looked so adorable cut around her ears like that.
Inevitably, the twenty-three year old housewife's unconsciously searching hands found the tender swell of her pubic mound. Almost idly, she began to entwine her fingers in the sparse curls of darker blonde pubic hair there. Oh, God... ! I wish Barry was back from Iran... ! Then, with a stomach-churning thrill of anticipation deep in the pit of her belly, Sara parted the delicate curls between her legs and began to massage the oily nub of her rapidly growing clitoris with the tip of her long, pink painted fingernail. She knew what would happen next... God knows she'd done it enough times lately! Barry had never taken an out of country contract before, and good money or not, she was dying for him! She almost regretted having scolded Barry for his suggestion about joining a swap club a few months back.
Sara chuckled. What would Mamma and Daddy think of their wonderful, straight-laced son-in-law if they knew he'd wanted to exchange their daughter's body for another girl's?
That's the way Barry was, and though the idea still intrigued her, she knew she would never break her marriage vows... not until she got bored with him, at least. Barry was just horny, that's all.
Sara often wondered what it would be like making love to someone else, but she put it down to curiosity, since no one but Barry had touched her. She had her share of fantasies though, and so did he, and both admitted they might have missed out on something by having gotten married so young. Still, she preferred some of their more elaborate sexual games to the realities and potentially sticky situations intrinsic to swapping mates with another couple. And now, as her extended middle finger began to slither wetly in between her quivering vaginal lips, her mind was on one of those elaborate games�_"the one where she would lie in the tub and Barry would barge in with his old starter pistol and pretend he was a rapist; jerking her out of the soapy water and bending her over the rim of the tub while he took her from behind. Oh, Barry... Barry... anybody! moaned Sara as her middle finger jerked faster at her tiny pulsating clitoris beneath the bubbly bathwater.
"Are you really a killer?"
Charlie's slanted eyes blinked nervously at the young blonde teenager perched coyly next to him on the front seat of the sleek black Lincoln Continental. He had a difficult time seeing over the high steering wheel and preferred his own Datsun but what the boss said, he did.
Too bad she's so damned young... and going with the boss' punk-assed kid. "Where'd you say your friend lives?" His English was better than Sam's, but his foreign accent still struck the Wisconsin born teenager as strangely intriguing.
"Past the Lutheran Church on Asmus Road... Are you a black belt killer or not?"
She sure is a nosey little bitch. "You got quite an imagination kid."
"Everybody at school says Terry's dad's a gangster."
"Oh, Mr. Tucker ain't no gangster... " He glanced at his watch. Right now he ought to be eight inches into my wife!
"They say he's a bookie for all of northern Wisconsin and runs a whore house and all sorts of stuff."
Somebody better keep their trap shut! "That ain't true. The boss owns a chain of restaurants, everything's legitimate."
"Probably a front."
Charlie fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette, popped it in his mouth; reached for the dash lighter, only to discover that she'd beaten him to it. He kept one eye on the road and the other on her as she depressed the lighter, waited for it to pop out and held it for him while he lit his cigarette. Damn, she's a fox! All legs... that's where the Americans got it beat over the Orientals. Their bandy legs were shaped for walking, not showing off. He felt a nervous twitch in his pants as he stared sidelong at her while her skirt rode up close to her crotch. She'd already shed her trench coat and sat with one leg curled under her so that she sat facing him. He gulped when she inched closer.
"If Mr. Tucker runs a restaurant business, what do you do for him?"
Charlie squinted, cursing the American built car with all its automated gadgets. He swung rapidly to the right, missing a mailbox along the crooked road. "I�_"I'm a cook. Chinese cook."
"Oh?" she dimpled wryly, drawing her other leg under her. "You use chopsticks?"
Casually Tanya draped her arm over the back of the seat and rested her chin on her hand, eyeing the tightly swallowing man with profound amusement, "Have you ever killed a man with a karate chop?"
Charlie cast a pained expression in her direction. Jesus... her skirt was halfway up to her neck and he could see the crotchband of her panties in the shadowy softness up between her long legs. "No more questions... Where the hell do I turn?"
"Left."
"Left? That's Sturgeon Bay Park!"
Boldly now, resolute in the decision she'd made the moment Terry refused to pick her up, Tanya reached over and began to stroke the lengthening bulge in Charlie's pants. "You look like a gangster and you talk like a gangster... but you sure don't act like one."
CHAPTER FOUR
Sara's entire pelvis was sticking above the water line of the bathtub as she arched her body upwards to reach the stiffly probing tenderness of her long-nailed middle finger slithering so deliciously up into her voraciously clinging pussy. Oh, I guess I'm just a little whore at heart, she mewled.
It wouldn't take long to cum tonight, she knew, and she could only hope that her climax would be more richly rewarding than some others she'd had this way. Her finger dipped in and out of her juicily sucking vagina in increasing tempo of unvented emotions. She loved fucking�_"God, did she ever! What would another man's cock feel like thrust up deep inside me? she blushed. Would it be all thick and hot and stiff? Would it cum lots and lots?
Would it last longer than Quick Draw McBarry? She wondered if another man could make her cum many times. Sometimes Barry left her with no climax, or at best a very feeble one. Her orgasms were best when they were both feeling imaginative enough to invent a story situation to accompany their frantic fucking. Barry like to 'dirty up' his sex, and for a straight shooter like him, Sara found it to be a peculiar, though enjoyable quirk.
Sometimes he made her dress up like a little girl while he drove around the blocks few times molesting her with his hand before going home to make passionate love.
Other times Barry could be the world's prude when it came to sex. Like Frenching, for instance. One of her high school fiends had sixty-nined with positive regularity. Try as Sara might, she couldn't get Barry to try. "Cocks, and pussies are for sex," he'd told her, "... mouths are for talking and eating."
Sara's free hand found her breasts again. As she arched her lower body still farther out of the sudsy bath water she could feel her thick cuntal juices trickling down into the shallow crevice that separated her firm upper thighs from the smooth, quivering moons of her milk white buttocks. "Fuck!" she hissed aloud, rolling the word on her tongue like a sweet and forbidden candy. "Cock... cunt... suck... asshole!"
She didn't know why saying those words gave her such pleasure; maybe something to do with the role of dutiful daughter now that she was back home. It wasn't easy being Daddy's little darling after four years of marriage... and sex!
Slowly, agonizingly, she slipped another slender finger up into her too long neglected cunt to join the other one busily churning her belly to a virtual sexual froth. Oh, God, Barry! One day we'll join your swap club! In and out, in and out, faster, faster, her finger sluiced into the ragged cuntal hips. In and out... in and out... OH Christ, if I could only go a little deeper, I could... Then her passion glazed blue eyes fell suddenly on the back scrubbing brush resting against the wall. OH, God, what I could do with that!
The frustrated twenty-three year old's pink nailed fingers continued to tweak and pinch lewdly at the puckered nipples of her swollen alabaster breasts as the hand that had just been plundering between her legs now strained for the scrub brush. Grasping it firmly above the bristles, she plunged it into the water and began worming the cool plastic length of the handle obscenely up into her passion-slick vagina until almost half of its red painted length was sunk deep between her trembling white thighs. She began pumping the bath brush in and out of her hungering pussy, watching the soft coral cunt lips turn inward around the smooth polished handle on the instroke, and then cling wetly to it as it pulled back out.
This was wicked and wrong... and beautiful! "Fuck," she spat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She closed her eyes and pretended that she was in Barry's swap club. She imagined that she was in the middle of a ritualistic initiation, being fucked by the biggest cock in the club, a cock that belonged to somebody truly evil... like a gangster. She imagined lusty postures and more wicked sex partners. She wanted to do something truly nasty!
Quickly, she flipped over on her knees in the bathtub, and bracing the bristled end of the scrub brush firmly between her slender calves, she reinserted it into the eagerly sucking mouth of her aching pussy. "Oh, yesss!... that's it!" She envisioned herself a lowly slave girl, kneeling before her sadistic master... or that she was being loaned by that master to a visiting caliph. "Sperm... cunt... whore... " She rocked back and forth on her trembling knees, bubbly water slapping at her dimpled chin, surprised at how much of the brush handle she could absorb up there. She could feel her cunt juices in her warmly seeping vagina begin to build to a light and syrupy froth as she chanted in masochistic delirium: "OH, yes, Master, I hope I please you master!"
Supporting herself on her elbow, then, the gasping, kneeling blonde raked her pink fingernails across the ripe, hanging melons of her breasts, leaving faint red trails on their whiteness. She could feel the spiked out nipples grazing the warm soap water as one hand sneaked back to caress the raised firmness of her asscheeks. Tenderly, Sara began to work a single slender middle finger into the tight puckered opening of her own anus, careful not to tear the tender flesh on her fingernails. It sank to the second knuckle in her buttery depths. "Ooooh, God... that's so good, Master!" she crooned, still submerged in her lust-provoking fantasy!
Her finger sank in to the palm of her hand and began to parody the in and out motions of the brush handle fucking into her cunt below. Her mind flew on to other fantasies. She was a poor Jewish girl in a Nazi joy camp; she was a prostitute on New York's Minnesota Strip.
Her heavy breasts danced and swayed in time to the roiling bathwater. She was cumming... ! The waves of self induced orgasm were rolling over her helplessly kneeling body, convulsing her naked belly and dominoing outward over her flesh until, weak with passion, Sara almost collapsed down into the soapy bathwater.
"Aaaumuuggghhhh!!! Yesss!" she panted. "Fuck me... FUCK ME!" She jammed the bath brush tighter up into her crazily spasming cunt as her slender frame trembled and shook and her mind swam with the force of the climax.
Gradually, her body began to relax, her belly quivering in the afterglow of orgasmic bliss.
The pseudo-cocks in her cunt and anus left her body, and she flipped belly up in the tub. Imagining all those wild and wonderful things was entertaining, but she knew she'd never be unfaithful to her husband... not for many years.
As the satisfied housewife began to scrub her still shuddering shoulders and back with the scrub brush, she heard her parents shouting at each other down in the living room.
"Goddamn it, Irma, I'm calling the cops!"
"Oh, Ralph, be reasonable! I'll bet Tanya went to Sonja's place. It's only been a couple of hours since she left, and after the way you treated her, I can't blame her!"
The white capped waters along Lake Michigan's shore were seasonally choppy this October. The sky was slate gray, forlorn, and not a boat was in sight. The black Lincoln Continental had no company this Tuesday evening.
"God, it's depressing, isn't it?" said Tanya.
Charlie, his hand still on the ignition where'd he'd just turned off the engine, blinked nervously at the provocatively stripping girl sharing the front seat with him. His beady eyes slanted exaggeratedly as he watched her unbutton and remove her sweater, staring glumly at the sight of her young breasts rising and swelling above the pink lace cups of her brassiere. She folded the sweater neatly, draped it over the back of the car seat, then reached behind to unfasten her brassiere. She wore one solely for the thrill of taking it off.
"Maybe we... shouldn't be doing this," said Charlie dryly.
"Oh, pooh! Not after what I've heard about you Chinese lovers. A big black belt like you scared of a little girl like me?"
Her brassiere came away easily, revealing the succulent firmness of her pointed, virginal breasts. "Do you like my titties?" she asked.
Charlie felt his cock stiffen in his pants, and his hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel.
She smiled seductively at him, tossing her head back to get her wild mane of honey hair out of her eyes. "I'm still a cherry. Does that turn you on?"
A cherry? Man, that punk ass kid doesn't take after her old man!
Laying the lacy brassiere on top of the folded sweater, Tanya began to pull the zipper to her skirt. Her heart pounded frantically with determined excitement as she slipped the skimpy skirt down over her trim hips and pulled it off over her feet. Jesus... this girl wouldn't last five minutes in Hong Kong if she acted like this. They'd literally fuck her to death!
Down to her pantyhose and shoes, her full mounded breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing. He could see the golden curls of her pussy hair poking lewdly out around the edges of her lace bikini panties. Charlie gulped. This little Westerner could put the high class Yoshiwara whores out of business single-handedly!
"Here," she said helpfully, taking his hand and guiding it between her slightly parted thighs. "Feel how hot I am... for you!"
The sweat dampened, turtle-faced black belt rubbed his shaking yellow hand firmly over her nylon smooth upper thighs; his short but strong fingers brushing up against her panty-covered vagina. "Y-You're wet!"
"Just like you're all big and hard!" Brazenly, she reached between his legs then rubbed his stiffened prick once again. "What's your name?"
"Ch-Charlie."
She fumbled with the catch on his pants and worked it down, then reached inside to grasp the lust-thickened shaft of his penis through the vagina-shaped split in his underwear.
God, he's big for a short man, she thought, wondering if she really ought to go through with his plan to get back at Terry. Too late to back out now... She ground her own pelvis up to his probing fingers and reaching inside, yanked out his swollen penis. It was the color and shape of a banana, bending to one side. Voluptuously, she began to peel its thin covering of foreskin up and down over the pulsing hot shaft knotted with veins and bulging blood vessels. She felt a warm web of stickiness leaking from the inflamed tip and smeared it lovingly over the fathead with the palm of her hand. "Does that feel good, Charlie?"
"Un, huh." He sucked in his breath, his round face breaking into an uproarious sweat.
"I've been jacking off guys since I can remember." Her fingers gripped him a little tighter, stroking up and down his throbbing penis with a smooth, practiced rhythm.
Charlie's lexicon of the English was far from complete, but the word jail bait fused in his confused brain. Christ, she was begging for it! Well, if that Tucker kid was too stupid to pick her cherry, it wasn't his fault. And wasn't the boss fucking his old lady right now? "You better take off those flimsy stockings."
Tanya let go of the cock in her hand and began to unbuckle her platform shoes. Quickly she removed them, and raising her trim boyish buttocks up off the car seat, peeled down her pantyhose and bikini panties in a swift motion, pulling her knees back nearly to her naked breasts as she stripped off everything from her feet. Then she stuffed the garments under the seat and put her shoes back on. Charlie watched dumbfoundedly.
"In case a cop comes along I can grab my coat."
She refastened the thin black ankle straps of her shoes and holding her feet primly together, wiggled her long toes. "Wicked, aren't they? I sent for them out of a Fredricks of Hollywood catalog."
Charlie glanced down at her long, narrow feet. Her shoes were indeed wicked; they reminded him of footwear he'd seen in those sexual bondage magazines, all straps and naked looking. A crazy thrill shot through him.
It was time he took the initiative. "Get in back," he ordered. "Kneel up over the back of the seat facing the rear window."
Thrilled that her lover was finally taking the initiative, she clambered over the seat and positioned herself. "Like this?" she asked, salaciously wiggling her naked white buttocks back at him. "Are you going to fuck me dog style?"
He could tell she was thrilled at losing her virginity in something other than the missionary position. "Yeah... "
"You can fuck me any way you like."
Charlie quickly joined the young temptress in the back seat of the car, dropping his slacks to his knees and pressing the inflamed penis head into the quivering crevice between her white ass cheeks. He rubbed slowly, arching his back up over hers so that his naked chest rubbed against her shoulder blades. His hands slipped beneath her to grasp and squeeze her ripe breasts dangling downwards. Besides her youth and nubile beauty, his mind tripped over the lustful thought that the father of this girl's boyfriend was screwing his own hot little wife. Kim, unlike Sam's Lotus, was a westernized Geisha of the rankest sort, and Charlie loved nothing better than to fuck her when her cunt or rectum was thick and creamy with another man's sperm.
"Use your finger so I'll be nice and hot for you!"
Lord, this little brat was too much! If she was wild at fifteen, imagine what she would be like ten years from now! Calluses on her hands and knees from spreading her legs...
Viciously, Charlie shoved two stubby yellow fingers up into Tanya's squirming vagina, reveling in the smoothness of her soft inner flesh. And it was tight...
"Oooooh, yess, Charlie! Give it to me!"
Remembering an old Oriental technique he'd learned on the streets of Singapore, Charlie raked his thumb nail across the bud of her swollen clitoris, and hunched his pounding cock in the dampened crack between her clenching ass cheeks. It didn't take long to get Tanya to moan her pleasure.
Tanya rested her satin cheek on the back of the warm leather seat, inhaling deeply of its rich aroma of animal skin. It was a relief from the scratchy plastic of Terry's VW or her father's beat up station wagon. She wondered what it would be like to be right�_"not to have to worry about what something cost; just snap your fingers and write a check.
"Okay, you crazy kid. If you want it, put it in yourself!"
God if you were rich�_"really rich, not just upper- middle-class�_"you could hire people to have sex with; any way, any time you wanted.
"Put it in!"
Reaching back between her spread legs, Tanya grasped the stubby girth of Charlie's yellow penis and guided it right to her excitedly quivering pussy. Parting her desire-moistened pussy curls with the hot, flint-shaped head, she flinched at the electric contact it made with her budding clitoris and positioned it at the ragged lips of her tiny virginal cunt.
Immediately the black belt began a steady upward pressure, feeling her resisting virginal flesh part reluctantly before him.
When she married Terry they would have lots of servants and she would make them make love to her. A butler and a gardener and a chauffeur... a big, black chauffeur, and she'd wear lacy brassieres and panties with garter belts and stockings... and own lots of wicked looking shoes like the ones she had on now... see-through nighties and lots of expensive jewelry. And she felt the very real pain of the moment as Charlie drove his lust-engorged penis hard up into her cherry-tight little cunt.
"Aaaauuuuuugggghhhhhh!!!!" Oh, God, how could this little man have such a huge cock?
"Oh, God! You're hurting me! Take it out�_"TAKE IT OUT!"
Charlie's mind exploded in blood lust. it's like trying to fuck a fortune cookie, she's so tight!
Still, he pressed on into her tight elastic hole. His slanted eyes were glassy with lust as, despite his own discomfort, he ground into the teenager, pleased with his effectiveness, painful though it was for her. "How do you like having a man inside of you, you tight assed little shit?"
"Oh, it hurts... it hurrrrtsss!" Tanya wailed, realizing that she had grossly underestimated the power of this small man she'd thought she had wrapped around her little finger.
"Please take it out... please!"
He growled and twisted his punishing penis another inch up between her satiny thighs from behind. "Not yet, kid!" He was little more than half way in, but she could feel the tender, sensitive hymen membrane stretched to its bursting point, beginning to tear a little.
He pushed harder and felt the fragile tissue part around his thick cock head flexing itself deeper and deeper into her tight womb. Finally it ripped like so much tissue paper.
"OH, GAWWWWD!" she screamed on the verge of hysterics, wriggling and twisting, trying to squirm away from the yellow belly riding her back like a big parasitic insect stinging her most sensitive, private parts.
In a rash of meanness, Charlie grabbed both her slender arms by the wrists and pulled them behind her back, gripping them in one steely fist while he began to slap her straining buttocks with the other. His bloated penis was about to explode with sadistic excitement.
His balls churned, his whole body was drenched with sweat. He was in! All the way into her virginal belly with his stalk of flesh, her face mirroring the pain and her voice choking in her constricted throat.
Her satin cheek resting against the soft leather of the car seat was her only support. The sobbing Tanya bit her pouty lips against Charlie's plumbing assault. She could feel his brutal, golden flesh ripping up into her belly until a thin trickle of blood began to mix with her vaginal juices to dribble down the soft inner flesh of her thighs. She felt tender and ravaged and raped, but she was determined to beg no more for him to stop. This was all her own fault, she reasoned and she wished to God she'd never made him drive into the park. There was no shaking him off her back now. Oh, it hurrrt! A deep, searing hurt, like someone had shoved a white hot poker up her belly!
"You like that, bitch?" Charlie gurgled, slapping her lushly wavering buttocks. "You like fucking Orientals?"
Tanya bore up stoically, though she didn't open her mouth for fear of betraying her pledge to silence. She felt numb, dirty, and abused�_"all at once. She was aware that he was slapping her on the ass, but the pain inside of her was infinitely more acute, wiping out all other sensation. His cock bored into her belly until she thought it would come out her throat. After long torturous moments, the pain began to slacken and Tanya became aware of her stinging buttocks, until she felt the black belt's hands scoop under to her breasts, squeezing and caressing in time to his fucking. She became numb throughout her pelvis region until subtly, every third or fourth stroke, a faint flicker of pleasure tingled. A vibrant thrill raced to her heart and with hopes of something better to come, Tanya Decker began to respond. Her slavishly postured white buttocks slicking back on the golden rod of Charlie's slippery penile flesh.
"Gettin' good, huh, Chickie?" he teased, panting. "You like that, little girl?"
Tanya was sheened with perspiration, and her naked legs were beginning to stick to the warm leather of the car seat. Then with a sickening thrill, she remembered that leather had once belonged to an animal. She was wedged in it... wallowing in it!
"Oh, God, Charlie... fuck me!" she hissed, baring her pearly white teeth in a lewd grimace.
"Fuck me to death!"
With brutal, cuntplumbing thrusts, Charlie began to rifle into her newly initiated pussy, flexing his rock hard cock deep within her as he battered and pushed against her delicate cervix. For long delicious minutes he kept up his frantic pace knowing that he would soon cum, but fighting against it to prolong the thrill of filling this baby pussy. Tanya writhed and bucked beneath him, loving every searing and wicked inch of him deep in her belly. She could feel their combined juices along with a thread of blood, trickle down the soft ivory columns of her inner thighs. She could feel his prickling pubic hair tickling her tiny unprotected anus, and his hairy, drum-tight balls swinging up- wards to slap against her swollen clitoris.
Charlie could see the thin film of perspiration that glistened along the lightly boned ridge of her spine as he raised his upper torso, gripped her by the narrow waist, and began to hammer his aching manhood home with long, smooth strokes. Damn, what a fine piece of tail! So young, so clean, so tight! He dropped his hands to her belly and squeezing, he found the satiny warm flesh resilient as it ridged whitely between his grasping fingers.
God, what bliss! Tanya never imagined fucking a man could be this wonderful. Why, she wondered, why did I wait so long? "Oh, man, Charlie... you can fuck me any time you want!"
She sensed her womb opening and the mouth of her golden fringed cuntal slit expanding even wider to accept the sausage flesh fucking into her. Her hands, freed now, reached back between her ivory thighs to cup and fondle his taut, chestnutsized balls. Then, in deeply thrilling excitement that rippled in waves through her nakedly kneeling body, Tanya Decker knew she was ready to experience her first real orgasm.
No need to hold back now! Charlie slammed his lust bloated cock deep into her quivering belly. She's cumming like a goddamned fountain! He felt his white hot load of semen frothing in his balls as he ground upward between the churning cheeks of her buttocks. He was ready with his own climax and with kneading hands, he cupped the rounded firmness of her extreme upper thighs, pounding his spewing cock all the way to the hilt in her scorched-open cunt!
Tanya felt as if her guts had turned to pudding. A new sweet pain grew warmly in her belly as the head of Charlie's drilling cock flared into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her insides. Then she felt a warm gush coming in long hard squirts and it felt as if someone had turned on a garden hose inside her. The very pores of her velvety cuntal walls opened to it, oozing forth her milky secretions into the cum-flooded cavern of her torn pussy.
It was fantastic! No words could describe it. Stars flickered before her ears and her fingers and toes tingled from the joy of it.
Her tiny hands continued to caress and milk his spewing balls, her body spasming as his bloated cock squirted itself dry. Thick viscid jets of male cum streamed from its tip in great blissful gushes, overflowing her tightly locked cuntal lips at the base of it, until it offered one final convulsive spurt; the last few drops drained from it and both of them tingled in the flow of satiation. Gradually, Tanya felt him soften inside of her, slipping out along with trickles of love nectar dripping down her legs to puddle on the leather car seat.
Charlie fell back on his haunches. "That was great, kid." he stammered breathlessly.
Tanya reached down between her legs to feel the blood and sperm slickened triangle of her pubic mound. "Oh, ick!" she winced. "Let me have your shirt to clean up this mess!"
Reluctantly, Charlie offered his shirt. "That was something, all right," he repeated.
"It was ugly!" she returned curtly, swabbing the slippery juices between her thighs. "Ugly and dirty and sinful... " Then looking back at him over her shoulder, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously and her nose crinkling, the fifteen year old broke into an infectious grin.
"And I loved every fucking minute of it!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Ralph Decker sat at the kitchen table alternately rubbing his face with his hands and contemplating the sugar bowl. A splash of golden sunlight played over the checkered table cloth in a blinding rage of yellow. He'd been up late the night before, and a pint of Jim Beam still rumbled in his stomach. He winced behind his first painful sip of steaming black coffee.
"What time did your sister get in last night, honey?"
Sara was cutting strips of bacon for her two year old. "I went to sleep early, Daddy. I thought you waited up for her."
"I-I fell asleep around one thirty... where's your mother?"
"Gosh, I think she's on the phone, Daddy." Beautifically, Sara smiled down at her two year old Heidi, a blonde blue eyed darling... a picture of herself.
"Irma! Get in here!" He turned to his eldest daughter. "Honey, see if there's some whiskey in the cupboard. I gotta get this caffeine in me somehow... Irma! Goddamn, I want to talk to you!"
"Daddy, please don't talk so loud. It's hard on Heidi's nerves."
Ralph Decker winced at another acrid sip of his hot coffee, intently watching his daughter yank open the cupboard and reach to the back. He'd long since given up any guilt feelings about appreciating his daughter's lissome body now that she was a married woman with a baby. His eyes lingered over the rim of his coffee cup at her tightly cupped buttocks smooth beneath her fashionably snug Levi's. A dribble of coffee spotted the tablecloth from his jittery grip on the cup.
"I don't know who she's... oh, Daddy... this bottle is almost empty!" Sara's blue eyes scowled at the amber trickle left in the bottom. "Daddy... you never used to... " She tutted and shook her blonde head, smiling sympathetically at her father.
He hushed her quiet and poured the last dregs of the liquor into his cup. "IRMA!" Then to his daughter. "Your baby sister didn't feel like coming home last night." Then he took a long, refreshing pull at his coffee, his eyes raising to the kitchen clock. Damn, I've got to get my ass down to the pawn shop and dicker with that stingy Jew... to pay back that bastard Tucker!
Ashen faced and wild-eyed, Irma Decker appeared in the doorway.
"Mama! What's the matter? Did... did something happen to Tanya?
Ralph Decker's shoulders drooped from the weight of his multiple burdens. His pockets drooped, too, from the weight of his wife's heirloom jewelry clinking in his pocket. He entered the pawn shop just as it was opening.
"Good morning... can I help you?" A bent-over little man with a German accent welcomed him in.
"I'd like to know how much I can get for these." Tremorously, Ralph dug into his pocket and clinked down on the glass counter top Irma's grandmother's ruby broach and an emerald ring studded with diamonds. He'd had a difficult time finding them last night, hidden as they were in Irma's father's antique safety box.
The pawn broker's eyes lit up like beacons and hunching over he carefully picked up the broach . and put it to his eye piece, little grunts of approval coming from his caved-in chest.
"Very nice, very nice... " Setting down the broach he studied the emerald then. The same placid expression gave no hint as to what was going on in this wily man's head... except for the faint ripple of muscles along the jaw line. "HI give you one thousand for the two of them."
Ralph's face pinched in disappointment. "Two thousand and not a cent less!" His hands started to shake and for an infinitesimal second, he felt lead weights around his ankles and stared at the algae muck of the bottom of the Bay. "Fifteen hundred... " Ralph let out a long, defeated sigh.
The little weasel of a man said nothing. He plucked a key from his chain, slipped behind the wire netting separating the counter from the hole of his office and came back with fifteen one hundred dollar bills which he counted three times before reluctantly handing them over the distraught customer.
I'll have to get damned lucky in a card game to buy these jewels back. I hope that bastard Tucker appreciates this!
The outdoor lights in the vacant tennis courts cast long fingers of shadows over the Tucker's vast grounds. At eight o'clock in the evening the lights were still burning in Simon's plush office. Simon Tucker eyed his number two bodyguard speculatively.
"She's lookin' mighty nice, Charlie." Jason, rubbing his thickening cock beneath his slacks, cleared his throat. "Her brother really was a monk, huh?"
"Yeah... She doesn't speak much English, boss... she just came over on the boat coupla years back when they emptied Viet Nam. She's a beauty all right. Hair down to her ass.
It's the French in her makes her such a piece of tail... "
"Send her in, Charlie."
Using the time Charlie was gone from the room, Simon unzipped his fly and brought his bloating cock out into the open. Truly enormous it was, and he was darned proud of it. He skinned the thick wealth of foreskin back and forth, enjoying the silken feel of its burgeoning girth. The tender, desire-inflamed slit in the tip opened slightly with his squeezing, and a thin trickle of pre-coital fluid oozed from it, dangling there like a single tear.
"Here she is, boss," said Charlie as he escorted a diminutive, shy, raven haired girl into the office. Her skin was golden, rich."
Breathtaking! An absolute oriental angel! "Come over here, my dear, so I can get a better look at you!" So damned innocent looking with chocolate brown eyes that could melt ice.
Exotic, really.
The frail, frightened girl teetered precariously on the unaccustomed height of her high heels. She reminded Tucker of a child playing grown-up. "Over here in front of my desk, Lotus, dear... and stand under the light."
Charlie closed the door softly behind her as Sam Wong's bride entered the room, then locked it. "Didn' I tell ya Wong was holdin' out on ya, boss?"
Simon, scrutinizing the lovely young girl swallowed tightly. The frightened young immigrant trembled before Tucker's piercing gaze. Sam had bought her a new dress for the occasion�_"a wraparound gauze number in a rich mauve color. It was sexy, but she felt Simon's eyes�_"cold black eyes-were looking right through it. And, what was he doing beneath his desk that made his arm jerk up and down like that?"
"Why don't you treat the little lady like a member of the family, Charlie?" leered Tucker.
"Let her know how women fit into the organization."
Stepping quickly behind her, Lotus' lecherous brother-in-law panted. "You want me to mess her up a bit?"
Simon nodded, his hand never ceasing its pumping.
Charlie grabbed Lotus' slender golden arm and forced in painfully behind her back. "On your knees, bitch! Show respect for the boss!"
"Owwwwwww!" she protested feebly. "Y-You hurt me!"
"Slap her face, Charlie. She didn't get permission to complain!"
In a swift motion, Charlie leapt before the cowering foreigner, jerking her head back by the hair with one hand, the other coming up to slap her face, returning with a tooth-jarring back hand. Deep inside, Charlie was a sadist. Since his first sexual experience at twelve he'd enjoyed forcing women to bend to his will, degrading them and humiliating them. Hell, the only reason he hadn't taken a belt to that little blonde bitch last night was because she was the boss' kid's property... and you didn't mess around with anything that belonged to the boss.
"No more, Charlie."
"Aw, boss." Reluctantly, Charlie stepped aside.
Lotus, her face beginning to puff from the beating, blinked her brown eyes fearfully at her new brother-in-law, wondering vaguely what strange American custom he was following.
Simon, rising, scratched his chin in thought.
The sadistic penchant in Tucker would have enjoyed seeing this raven haired, honey skinned lovely with hair tickling her ass bleed a little but with the Grand Jury appearance coming up, he couldn't afford to alienate any employees.
"What do you think of my penis, Lotus?"
Sam's frightened Viet Namese bride could only blink her astonishment at the size of her husband's boss' cock approaching her from around the desk. She blinked again. "It is big!"
she managed in broken English. Tucker was standing directly before her, his jutting cock inches from her angelic face. "Touch it, Lotus. Feel my prick."
Timidly, obediently, she encircled its enormous thickness with her tiny yellow fist, her fingers not quite meeting around it. Hopefully, she peeled the thickened covering of loose skin back down over its flushed red head, leaving it sleek and naked the way she'd done it for the American GI's in those heinous war years. She realized that resistance was futile...
a lesson well learned back then, too... and the only means to save herself was to charm her captor. After all, he had spared her from her brutal brother-in-law. "What... do you wish?" Lotus swallowed dryly, fear stricken.
"Lick it first, Lotus!"
Hesitating a moment to mentally say a prayer, the captive bride leaned forward holding his obscenely seeping cock by its pulsing base, and placed a lewd wet kiss on its bulbous tip with her lushly pursed red lips. The taste of him was slightly bitter and strong, but the man was clean, unlike those grungy GI's back then. The rubbery blood filled head glided smoothly over her lips as she opened her mouth to lap at it with her tiny pink tongue. She was no stranger to cock-sucking, but Sam was the only man she'd had intercourse with...
and only after marriage. These Americans had some strange but exciting customs, thought the bride.
"You'd better stop now, Lotus. I don't want to buckle to my knees.
Almost reluctantly, the kneeling girl leaned back on her slender haunches.
Tucker found his way back to his chair. 'Take your dress off, Lotus. I've been letting you lick my prick and I haven't even seen your tits!"
"Hey, boss... what's for me?"
"Shut your trap, Charlie!... Gorgeous, Lotus! Now get back on your knees and crawl over here under the desk and I'll let you finish what you started."
The now naked young girl inched forward on her knees, her small but perfectly formed breasts jiggling with her forward motions. The waist length wealth of raven hair swept to the floor on either side of her face as she dipped her head under the edge of the desk and inched the final foot to Tucker's powerful cock. Close up, it looked even bigger!
Christ! Tucker's slant eyed bodyguard fidgeted in his chair, a room's width away from one of the most cock stirring scenes he'd seen ever. Just look at the way her ass dimples when she moves! His own calloused hand found his cock then, and he began to rub it furiously through the thin material of his silk Hong Kong custom-made suit.
"Now take it into your mouth, Lotus... there's a good girl!" Tucker's penis was now fully aroused and throbbing massively, reaching all the way into the back of Lotus' slender sucking throat, tickling her, nearly causing her to gag on it. His hands gripped her cruelly by the hair, forcing her face up and down on his rigid flesh in a pumping motion.
"How's she doin', boss?"
"Sucks like a dream, Charlie. Smooth as silk!"
Lotus' dazed eyes focused on the long rod of pulsating male flesh emerging from the tangle of wiry salt and pepper pubic hair at the base, and disappearing from her line of vision it stretched all the way past her parted lips and up into her open mouth. She did not want to be here, but her husband's wish was her command. She didn't mind when Sam asked her to tie his shoe laces and soap his back, but this was different. Yet it was his wish...
"Suck, baby, suck!" Simon commanded from high above her bobbing head. And, obediently, the sleek golden bodied girl began to do as she was told, her lips nibbling tentatively on the shark-eyed man's cock, while she tried to relax around the mouthful of him. In an effort to please him and to end her night of torment sooner, she began to swirl her saliva-wet tongue around the hotly pulsing tip.
"Man... you must have been born with a cock in your mouth!" Tucker wheezed lustily.
Slowly, the mobster began to undulate his hips back and forth in the chair, thrusting with increasing force in and out of her mouth, but never quite withdrawing all the way, so that the tip of his bulging penis always remained buried in her warm wet mouth.
It could be worse, thought Lotus. He is clean... and if I don't please Sam's boss, my husband will beat me... badly.
In the corner Charlie felt like his balls were going no to explode if he didn't get to do something quick. He unzipped his fly and pulled free his swollen penis. God, just look at that girl eat cock!
Lotus' mouth was gradually filling with saliva made sticky from the steady flow of pre-ejaculate seeping from the tip of Tucker's lust-purpled penis. As she continued to work slave-like above his loins, she realized that she was more disappointed than anything.
After what her husband had told her about his boss, Lotus had spent all day burning incense and meditating on the image of the boss fucking her. But now she was reduced to giving this man all the pleasure and getting very little back for herself. Oddly, the very subservient posture he had forced her into was awakening little masochistic responses in her naked belly and when she had satisfied him, there would be no guarantee that he would take the trouble to return the favor.
Tucker indeed had no concern for anyone's pleasure but his own. He ran his long sensuous fingers into Lotus' flowing hair and began to force her face up and down violently on his thrusting penis precisely as if her mouth were just another cunt to empty his sperm into. His eyes traveled from the exquisite features of her round face, noting the rapturous sparkle in her chocolate eyes, to the puddle of clothing lying where she'd left them.
Across the room he noted his fat bellied number two bodyguard with his hand wrapped around his own cock, jerking hard, his bulging little pig eyes nearly popping out of his head as he watched his sister-in-law suck off his boss.
"Nice, huh, Charlie?" Tucker chortled lewdly.
On the verge of drooling, Charlie stared dumbly at the rounded firmness of his tiny sister-in-law's boyish buttocks peeking out from beneath the boss' massive mahogany desk. He could see faint red welts marring the rippling succulence of her tawny flesh where Sam had taken a strap to her ass. His eyes dropped to the wispy curls of her kinky black pubic hair peeking out beneath the vee of her primly pressed thighs, in the middle of which nested her pink vagina lips which glistened with her mounting excitement. He watched her painted toes curl lustily beneath the wrinkled little pink soles of her feet and listened to the moaning, heartfelt gurgles bubbling from her sucking throat. And God, she was so very small! She couldn't have weighed more than ninety pounds.
Lotus' mouth was filled to overflowing with saliva and Tucker's juices. Despite the long deep gulps she swallowed down to keep from gagging, rivulets of the penile moisture dripped from the corners of her mouth to run down the sides of his pulsing cock shaft in sticky streams. Her lips were stretched tautly, yet, despite the pain, she was deeply thrilled to serve her husband so honorably. And of course that is why she started to feel this pleasure, was it not?
Tucker seemed to sense the change in the slavishly sucking girl's attitude, and knew he could not hold out much longer with her velvety tongue lathing over his swollen penis.
Fantasies, of naked sugar plum fairies danced obscenely in his mind as he felt the tension in his balls build to a painful level. He tightened his grip in the long hair, forcing her down harder on his crazily twitching penis. He wanted to make sure she didn't try to twist her face away when he started to cum, since he intended to make her humiliation complete by watching her swallow every drop of his hot sticky sperm.
"Hey, boss... " Tucker's furiously masturbating employee bellowed from across the room.
"When do I get mine? I'm the one told you about her!"
"Shut your fucking mouth! You'll get it when I let you!"
Ringing and pounding rumbled in Tucker's head as the flow of his cum began from deep within his semen-bloated testicles. The muscles of his belly went tight contracting to squeeze the heated load of his sperm rolling upward through its narrow channel around and out of the tip of his cock in a powerful spray... deep into Lotus' sweetly ovaled mouth and far, far back into her coated throat.
His last violent thrust went deep, all the way to her tonsils and he held it there as he came.
She could feel the terrible force of his orgasm on the roof of her still-sucking mouth, on her tongue, in her cheeks�_"everywhere�_"as his sperm came out in a white hot stream.
"Suck it!" he panted in his release. "You may be earning your old man a raise!"
The thick creamy cum spewed into her... gallons of salty, lusty semen that she swallowed frantically in repeated mouthfuls.
"That's it! Eat it! Eat it!"
Lotus choked and sputtered until she had cleared her throat again, but Tucker made no effort to pull his deflating tube from her mouth. "Come on... finish up... lick me clean!
You're not finished yet!"
Almost eagerly now, Lotus began to lick him clean, completing her task dutifully while her eyes sparkled with a strange glow as she blinked at him and smiled.
"Hey, boss...?"
Yes, little Lotus would be a fine addition to the family...
"Okay, Lotus, now go over to Charlie and do the same for him!"
Lotus winced, but only momentarily as she caught the steely glint in Charlie's eye.
Tucker watched Sam's bride lush nakedness goosebump as she inched across the room on her hands and knees, almost reverently, towards Charlie's flag pole cock. "By the time you're finished with him, Lotus, I'll want you again." He watched her raise her sensually full lips to slip over Charlie's listing cock.
CHAPTER SIX
The Decker house was silent. Upstairs Sara lay on the bed in her old room writing a letter to Barry while Heidi snoozed in the crib. Irma had driven over to Sonja's house, trying to talk Tanya into coming home, and in the kitchen Ralph sat staring morosely at the clock.
At seven minutes to twelve he pushed back his chair and went to the cupboard to pull out his fresh bottle of whiskey. He poured a shot glass three fingers full and emptied it down his throat. The bottle was tilted, ready to pour again when the doorbell chimed.
Footsteps fluttered on the front steps. "I'll get it, Daddy!" More footsteps. "Come in, gentlemen. Daddy's in the kitchen."
"Hello, Decker. You're looking well," Tucker said as he and Bloater strolled into the kitchen unannounced.
Decker turned pale. "Shut the door behind you. I don't want my kids knowing what's going on."
Tucker nodded to Bloater who shut the door behind them. "You own this place or rent?"
asked Simon, craning his neck to take in the homey atmosphere.
"Just sit down, Tucker and I'll get your fuckin' money."
Tremorous, Ralph fell into a miserable slump; his bluffed show of courage wasn't working.
He knew now who'd tried to burn down his shop and the oriental gorilla of a bodyguard hulking close by clenching and unclenching his fists gave him chill blanes. He could feel their eyes burning a hole in his back as he went to the hallway desk, drew out the money, and came back into the kitchen.
The wad of one hundred dollar bills fastened with a rubber band landed in front of Tucker on the checkered table cloth. "You got your money now leave me alone!"
Grunting, Bloater stepped forward, his square face grimacing hazardously. "Hey, boss, you want me to�_""
"Take it easy, Bloater. Sit down, Decker, while I count this wad."
Defeated, Ralph Decker slumped down on the plastic kitchen chair and waited for Tucker's reaction.
"There's only twenty five hundred here, Decker."
"T-That's what you said!"
"Twenty five hundred plus five hundred interest, Decker. What the hell kind of businessman are you?"
"Look, you sonofabitch... I had to pawn my wife's grandmother's jewelry for that!" Decker started to rise from his chair, his hands drawing into tight fists.
"Five hundred by tonight or that store of yours is gonna be a pile of ashes, Decker!"
After they had left, Ralph poured himself a four-finger whiskey and burying his face in his hands, fought the urge to cry. After what seemed like hours of agony, he heard the kitchen door open and then close quickly.
The McDonald's yellow arches stood out conspicuously in the emptied resort town. Across the street the root beer stand wore a "Thanks for your patronage' markee. The town was down to its original habitants.
"What the hell is so funny?" Terry barked. "Dad's guys are real people, too!"
Tanya took another sip of her coke, fighting to hold it down against another burst of giggles. "I-I'm sorry, Terry," she laughed. "I never thought of gangsters going to McDonalds!"
Terry winced. "My dad is not a gangster, damn it! He owns a chain of restaurants, that's all!" His teeth chomped into his Big Mac. Chewing, Terry stared at her profile for a long moment in the yellow bath of light. Her eyes, filmed from the marijuana they'd been smoking an hour before, stared fixedly ahead. Her honey hair was disheveled from the recent romp in the back seat.
"Are you sure that's... what did you call him, Bloater?" she went into hysterics again.
"Yeah, that's Bloater, all right. He's the only one in the company who drives a white car."
"Who's that with him?"
"How the hell should I know! Could be his wife or maybe Sam's wife," he shrugged.
"Is she pretty?"
"A fox! I seen her last night when I was leaving the office." He took another rattling pull on his empty coke. "Dad ran me out of there... said if I wanted the car keys to give him a call instead of busting in on him."
Tanya turned to him, the snappy blue of her eyes softening to a moody gray. 'Terry, you mean what you said, didn't you? I mean... you're really not mad about what happened with Charlie?"
"Naw," he lied. "I don't own you."
"I wish you did, Terry," she whispered, moving closer to him.
"C'mon! Be realistic! You're only a junior in high school and Dad wants me to go to law school when I graduate so I can join the business."
Tanya pooched out her pouty lips. "I don't need to have a diploma to be a wife... and I wouldn't even mind if you fooled around a bit."
He eyed her curiously.
"Not as long as I can too, stupid!"
He dropped his arm around her then, reaching down to squeeze her straining breast through the thin material of her blouse. "You're crazy... all you think about is fucking."
"Doesn't everybody?"
"Hey, Tanya, not every�_""
"Oh, Terry, it would be so neat! We could join one of those swap clubs and we'd never get bored with each other."
"Why the hell get married then?"
Tanya placed her empty cup in the white bag and turned to face him on the car seat.
"That's the point. There's more to marriage than sex. I love you... gosh, I want to have your babies!"
"You sure got a weird way of lookin' at things, Tanya."
"Not me, Terry. It's people like Sara and her dipshit husband that got it wrong. Look at it this way. Who usually gets uptight about the 'why the hell get married?' bullshit?... the same people who think marriage is sacred, right. So they're the ones who think marriage is making fucking legitimate!"
"Huh? I don't follow that."
"Oh, don't be stupid, Terry!" She gestured with hands. "Here they are saying that marriage is sacred, that sex is dirty, but that sex is what marriage is all about. Maybe I am a little weird, but that doesn't make sense to me."
"Hmmm? I guess not."
"It's gotta be one way or the other. Either it's sacred, or it's dirty... no matter what garbage the preacher makes you repeat."
Terry stuffed his empty coke container into the rattling paper bag, a crooked grin creasing his face. "You're really somethin', you know that?"
"Besides, you got hard when I told you about Charlie, admit it! Come on... " Her hand ran up his leg to the rise in his Levi's.
"Knock it off!" he smiled defeatedly, brushing aside her hand.
The orange Volkswagen and the white Continental were the only two cars in the McDonald's parking lot. Inside the brick building the employees began mopping the floors and locking the doors.
The white car that had been Tanya's fixed center of attention was on her mind again.
"Look... there's only one person in that car. You don't think Bloater would be getting a little in the McDonald's parking lot, do you?"
"Shit... could be." Leaning over the stickshift, Terry squinted. "I wonder if that is Charlie's old lady. Wanna go see?"
"Oh, Terry, that would be far out!"
Silently, the two teenagers left their car, sneaking up around the back of the darkened McDonalds to the white car parked in an unlit corner near the dumpster, and peering in the wide rear window.
It was cold this October evening and Tanya shivered. "Can you see anything?"
Terry's addidas crunched on the gravel as he circled around to the side window. "Be quiet!
Bloater carries a gun!"
"I thought he wasn't a gangster!"
Creeping around to the side, Tanya the nearer of the two to the front, raised her head dartingly, catching fleeting glimpses of the interior. The moment she ducked back down, her hands flew to her mouth to suppress a giggle. Waiting for her to gain control, Terry rested on his hands and knees before her, his hand clamped over hers on her mouth.
Gradually, her silent hysterics faded and he took his hand away.
"You okay?" he choked.
She nodded and took a gulp of air, calming herself.
"What the hell did you see?"
"She's giving him head!" she blurted, then immediately clamped her hand over her mouth again, choking down the giggles.
"Move over! I gotta see this!"
Terry raised his head above the bottom level of the window and squinted inside. It took a long moment to adjust to the darkness. "Oh shit!" he blurted.
"What's the matter?"
In a mechanical swoosh, the window peeled down and the .38 snub nose was cold on Terry's nose.
"Okay, you punk ass kids!" a deep baritone voice growled. "You wanna play spy? Get your asses in here!"
"Come on, Tanya... Bloater doesn't mess around!"
"Hey... " Dark eyes squinted at Terry's ashen face, a younger version of his father's. "Are you Tucker's kid?" The voice softened considerably, almost into an apology. "I didn't know that was you, kid. How's it goin'?"
Standing, Terry breathed a frosty sigh of relief. "Yeah," he stammered. "Just me and my girl. W-We were just playing a little joke," he shrugged nervously.
"Okay, kid... I understand... Hey, Kim, he-he... They was just playing a joke."
The two males exchanged nervous glances. Terry was scared silly, for obvious reasons, and Bloater was fearful of the consequences for pulling a gun on the boss' kid. Quickly, Bloater shoved his gun back under the seat.
"Hey, kid. Get in the car and I'll give you a joint of some real fine stuff. Just got a sample in today." That'll shut the punk's mouth.
Terry glanced at Tanya inquisitively.
Shivering, Tanya shrugged her affirmative. As the overhead light went on with the opening of the car door, Tanya gave Terry a nudge in the ribs with her elbow, indicating the telltale bulge in the front of Bloater's hastily zipped pants, "Hey, Kim... you know Tucker's kid.
He's a nice kid. And this here's his girl friend." The half-Chinese half-Mexican mobster turned to glance at the boss' kid's girl friend.
"Tanya... " she smiled.
"Hello," came Kim's reply.
"Kim here's from the Orient... she works for your Dad, Terry." And don't for Chrissakes go blabbing that... !
Bloater opened the glove compartment to draw out a plastic baggie and a roller. "Here, kid... roll us a nice fat joint!"
Terry rolled two smooth cigarettes, handing one up to the front seat and keeping one for himself and Tanya.
"Gosh, I get one all for myself, huh?"
"I will try," hastened Kim. Charlie had never let her smoke in the house and around Tucker's office it was strictly taboo.
"Take it easy, Kim. That's heavy stuff."
Gingerly, the pretty Oriental took the joint from Bloater's pinching fingers and following the example of the others, took a deep drag and tried stoically to hold down the smoke. For someone who had never smoked a cigarette, hers was a brave try. Over her shoulder she glimpsed at Simon Tucker's son and beamed. He was handsome... ! Oh, gosh, suddenly she felt all... aflitter inside!
Nervously, Bloater sneaked several peeks at Tanya's lush young face. I wonder if that dumb kid's been getting a little? Shit, she's a fox but I gotta keep my pecker cool...
Terry noticed his father's bodyguard ogling Tanya, but decided that to say anything would be stupid since he was having a hard time trying not to gawk at the exotically beautiful young mistress. Kim seemed less inhibited now, obviously from the marijuana smoke.
"Hey, this is really dynamite grass," complimented Tanya. "I can tell good dope... it makes me horny."
Christ, I wonder what she'd do for a lid of this shit? Bloater mused.
The heady odor of the volatile weed hung intoxicatingly in the car. By the time the joints were smoked down to butts, everyone was beginning to display a common humor that was utterly pointless and incomprehensible. They laughed about everything�_"from the McDonalds employee hauling out the garbage to Kim's insistence that she was drunk.
"Hey, man... that's some weed!" Terry ground out, his mouth so dry his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.
"Ol' Bloater wouldn't turn you on to crap weed, would he?" chuckled the paunch bellied mobster, seizing the opportunity to swing around in the seat and steal another peek at the golden haired teenager in the back seat.
"Hey," managed Tanya, clearing her throat several times. "I've got a super idea!" Terry, sensing what insanity was about to spew from his mouth started to laugh hysterically.
"Shut up, Terry."
For the heck of it let's drive out to the lake and change partners. Kim with Terry and me with Bloater."
Bloater's cock leapt at the suggestion. Man, these young punks are swingers... ! He cast Kim an inquiring glance and she returned an off-handed shrug in answer. He looked at Terry.
"Sounds good to me!" He glanced at Tanya. "Tell you what, why don't Kim and me drive my car down there and we'll all meet there at one o'clock. If we're gonna swap we can't have rules, ain't that right, Tanya?" He jabbed her in the ribs with his elbow.
No sooner had Kim and Terry left the car than Tanya clambered over the front seat and eased herself down next to the sweating fat man. "God, this is neat!" Then Bloater's piggish eyes nearly popped out of his skull as the young girl's fingers started working deftly on the buttons to her blouse.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sturgeon Bay Park was like a home away from home for Tanya Decker. The wind chopped waters lapped at the shoreline, the moon bursting spontaneously through a striated cloud cover.
Tanya entwined her long slender fingers in the prickly black hair on the nape of the older man who was sucking so voraciously at her pink-nippled breasts. "See... aren't they pretty titties?"
Bloater could only grunt his answer as he lifted his mouth from one puckered nipple to its twin, sucking and slavering over the firm mounds until his saliva sheened on them. Christ, what a gorgeous little hunk of ass! Shit, if old Samie could see the four of us now, he'd pack up and head on home to the rice paddies! Bloater's beefy hand slipped up to stroke the satiny white flesh of Tanya's upper thighs beneath her skirt.
"Oooo, yesss!" she cooed. "Stick your finger in my cunt if you want!"
Almost cruelly now, the lumbering fat man grasped the narrow elastic-edged crotch band of her filmy panties, moving it to one side as he began to insert a fleshy finger into the trembling hot wetness of her vagina.
"Oh, Gawd! Shove it in me all the way to your elbow! Gawwwd!"
Her golden haloed head lolled dreamily on the back of the car seat as she reveled in the act of being sucked and fingered by a greasy looking mobster more than twice her age. It was weird and exciting and in her drug-hazed reality, wickedly beautiful.
She wanted him to do things to her�_"wicked things! Her body was a canvas of goosebumps.
"Bloater... let's do something... evil!" Terry's Volkswagen was no where in sight and the idea of letting Bloater suck her breasts and finger bang her was not exciting enough.
"Like what?"
"Oh, God, I don't know," she mewled, hunching her gyrating pelvis up to meet his probing finger. "You decide."
Bloater could feel her tender cuntal flesh weeping around the muscles of his middle finger, clinging to it voraciously on the outstroke, parting delicately on the instroke as his thumb held her crotch band aside. A lewd grin bisected his flabby jowls. "So the little bitch wants to play rough, huh?" But do what? He could make her suck him off... he could fuck her in the ass. He could�_" "I got it, Kid," he paused. "But I'm not sure you're gonna go for this, but I saw it in a stag film once. This couple went for a drive and picked up a hitchhiker, and�_""
"You're out of your fucking mind, man! You wanna get me done in?"
Slowly, the fat man continued to saw his thick finger in the moist velvety of Tanya's cunt while she gasped out her joy. "Hey, nothing like that, kid," he smiled. "I could hide back in the trunk and I could hear what you said. I'd come popping out and crack... !�_"Get the picture?"
The idea began to settle in Tanya's drug-crazed mind. Swapping couples wasn't quite wild enough for her mood tonight. Yeah... let the hitchhiker ball her, and Bloater too, no doubt after the hitchhiker had finished with her... God, it was wild! Old Terry can fuck his nuts dry with that Chink...
She could feel her nipples tighten even more against the slobbering lickings of the fat man's warm wet tongue. Her clitoris swelled to the size of a cherry, scraping against the ravaging finger in her tender pussy.
The sleek white automobile nosed smoothly along a dimly lit stretch of wooded highway skirting the Bay. Always there was somebody with their thumb sticking out on this stretch of road�_"victims of broken down cars Or someone trying to get to town.
"Sure you can handle this buggy?" Bloater inquired for the third time.
"Hey, listen... " Tanya giggled good naturedly. "If I can drive that rocket on wheels of Terry's, I can drive anything!"
Bloater braked to a halt and the two of them stepped out into the nippy night air. Tanya shivered against the chill, but Bloater had plenty of adipose insulating to warm him. "When I get into the trunk and shut it, you tell me how far to roll back so that it looks like it's closed," cautioned Bloater. "I don't have no string or wire to hold it shut, so I'm gonna have to use my hand... so take her easy."
"Sure, man... let me have the keys."
"They're in the car... " Despite her excitement at doing something deliciously forbidden�_"the honey haired teenager could feel a tiny knot of anxiety churn in the pit of her belly. What if something went wrong? What if Bloater got locked in the trunk... what if... ? Oh, shit... if I keep thinking negative something bad sure as hell wilt happen... The cold night air had sharpened her wits-and she crawled in behind the wheel, listening to the deep throated purr of the car engine as she turned the key. She could hear the reassuring sounds of Bloater shuffling around in the back of the trunk as, biting her lower lip, she dropped the car into gear and stomped on the accelerator.
The tall pines lining the highway looked lonely and austere in the crisp October evening. A deer loping across the road stopped dead still, blinded by the headlights. Tanya drove on, the thrill of expectancy ripe in her fifteen year old body. The headlights washed over the scenery as she rounded the corner and illuminated the black and red check of a hunter's wool jacket.
Tanya stomped on the brakes. The man wasn't hitchhiking but damn it, Tanya was ready for action.
"Hey, man. You look like you need help. Wanna lift?"
The hunter pushed back the bill of his cap. "Sweet of you... my car broke down back aways... I was trying to get into town." In the cloudy, starless night the man had yet to lay his eyes on Tanya's baby face until she leaned over to open the door for him and he saw for himself that this girl had no business behind a wheel.
"I'm Tanya. What's yours... hey, you don't look familiar. You're not from Sturgeon are you?"
The forty two year old Chicago born insurance salesman turned weekend hunter stared at her. "John... just call me John."
His chauffeur giggled. "John, you wanna fuck me?"
The stranger who now shared the front seat with her stared at her with uncertainty, then broke into a toothy grin. "Sure... right... I suppose I'm on Candid Camera."
"Hey, I'm serious, John."
He gulped for an answer.
"If you think I'm kidding, stick your hand between my legs and feel me!" she challenged brazenly.
He did. She wasn't kidding. She wasn't wearing any panties, either, and his cock lurched in his jeans as his fingers touched the soft down of her naked genitals. His fingers came away sticky.
"You're kinda young to be out picking up old men, aren't ya?"
"Do I feel young?"
His hand rested firmly on the smooth, heated flesh of her upper thigh, his little finger nestled in the thin crevice of her pussy slit. She was hot and wet. "Pull over!" Hell... wait til the guys back at the cabin hear about this!
Tanya was very familiar with this stretch of highway and she drove a quarter mile further down the road until she came to a look out point fringing the water. From the corner of her eye she could see the hunter staring at her, a strange glow in his dark eyes. It was weird and exciting and scary... and he kept moving his little finger against her pussy till she thought she'd orgasm right there at the wheel.
"This place okay for a quickie?"
"Sure thing, little girl." He was sweating.
Stretched out the hunter who called himself John was over six feet tall and thin, with a hook nose and a few scars where war-time shrapnel had chewed at his face. He looked as if he could fit into Simon Tucker's organization very well... save for the definite whiteness of his skin.
Tanya put the car in neutral, turned it off and stomped on the emergency brake pedal.
Shit, lean hardly feel guilty about this... the little bitch is beggin' for it. I'll make it real interesting... give her something to write about in her yearbook. His hands clawed down to his belt to pluck the squirrel bloodied Gerber knife from its leather sheath.
"Take your clothes off... NOW!"
The tip of the blood reddened knife glinted silver in the eerie light of the moon filtering spontaneously through the pines.
"H-Hey... what's the big... (choke)... idea?" she blustered. "I already told you you could fuck me!"
"Strip!"
And in the trunk Bloater struggled futilely with the trunk latch. The last pothole Tanya had hit slammed the trunk lid down solidly. Houdini himself couldn't have gotten out of there!
He was trapped and so was she. He could hear the conversation going on in the front seat, and felt beads of nervous sweat bead out on his wrinkled forehead. He'd better do something and fast! It'd be his ass if anything happened to the little sex machine while she was out with him. That punk ass Terry would hang me by the balls, the little shit... if anything happens to her!
Wondering where her help was, Tanya fumbled slowly the zipper on the side of her skirt.
Her blouse was the first to come off and tossed recklessly in the back seat. Where the hell is Bloater?
"You got nice tits for a little kid," the hunter complimented, running his rough hands over her naked chest, tweaking her nipples until they hurt. "Nice blonde hair, too!" The squirrel hunter ran his hand�_"the one holding the knife�_"through her golden curls. "You ever get it in the ass, little girl?"
Bloater... where are you?
Bloater worked up a sweat, diligently prodding at the lock with a penknife, being careful not to make any noise. Who could tell what these crazy hunters would do. Bloody visions of the boss' son's girl friend with her throat slit from ear to ear ricocheted around in his mind�_"then her baby face was re- placed by his own in that image. Bloater worked harder, faster... but the trunk was sealed like a drum�_"with little air!
"Nice stuff." the suddenly vicious squirrel hunter hissed, his hands preying over the frightened girl's cowering nakedness. "Now get in the back... on your belly!"
Tanya Decker had never been scared of anybody or anything in her fifteen years of life.
The effects of the marijuana she'd smoked were so diminished by her fear, she was ragged with nerves. And that knife! My God, that knife caked with dried blood! Quickly, she clambered into the back seat and lay down on her stomach. John soon followed, after he had bent over to unlace his heavy hunting boots caked with mud. He owned a Cadillac himself and he hated people tracking mud in his car... and he needed those laces.
"W-What are you going to do to me?" she choked.
"I'm going to fuck that sweet little white ass of yours, honey," the lanky insurance salesman chortled joyfully. "You ever had it that way before?"
Oh God, no... please no! she screamed silently. This can't be really happening!
But it was.
John worked quickly binding first her slender ankles and then her wrists with his bootlaces, pulling them so tight her hands turned numb.
"W-Why are you tying me up?" she asked, trying to hide her fear.
"All the better to fuck you," he snickered lewdly. "Besides, you're gonna scream that pretty little head off when I shove my prick up your ass. Now shut up!"
Oh, Christ!
"Kneel up, little girl."
"Huh?"
"I said, kneel up, goddamn it!" He slapped her hard on the buttocks. "Or am I gonna have to take a strap to your ass first?"
This was insane! She hadn't asked for this! Terry and she had given lots of hitchhikers lifts into town and nothing like this had ever happened. What could she do but pray. And where the hell was Bloater...
"That's a good girl. Now reach back with your hands and grab my cock!"
Her hands, cinched tightly together at the wrists behind her back strained backwards to grasp for the hunter's blood bloated cock, and felt its sticky wet, rubbery length brush against her clawing finger. Timidly with her fingertips, she squeezed the bulbous head of it as if it were the rubber ball on a bicycle horn. It was big... very big!
The blood was pounding furiously in his temples now as he stared down glassy eyed at the succulent whiteness of her smooth buttocks quivering in fear before him. She was absolutely terrified, that much was obvious in the reluctant way she fingered his cock...
like it was a snake or something repulsive.
"Y-You're too big... you'll kill me if you do it that way! Do it right, please do it right... it'll be more fun... and I'll give you head!"
Her buttocks, like her back and the rest of her naked flesh, were filming over with nervous perspiration, and she fairly sheened in the moonlight. His cock, flushed deep red in full blood-hardened erection stood out in the dark contrast to her paleness. The hunter reached down with one hand and peeled the thick foreskin back down over the red tip of his seeping cock, milking it back and forth to bring a huge dripping pearl of pre-coital moisture to the surface... the only lubrication she would get!
The hunter's breath was coming hot and labored as he parted her succulent buttocks with his thumbs, almost as if he were splitting a peach. He could see the tiny pink opening to her anus clenched tightly, like a miniature fist, in the silvery light of the moon and, raising: up off his haunches, he began to center himself at the opening of the tiny nether ring between her whitely shimmering ass cheeks.
"Oh, please!" Tanya moaned out her final plea. "I-I'll do anything... I'll suck you!"
"Mmmmm... later... later, little girl!"
In the trunk, Bloater panicked. I've got to get out of here before that stupid bastard kills her!
"AAaaauuuuhhh! Yyyoooouuu'rree kiiilllliii-nnngggmmmeee!" Tanya screamed out her torture as the lanky hunter 'began to press his lust bloated penis against her cringing anus from behind.
He pushed with savage strength, never giving her a moment to accustom herself to his girth. His penis was so unbelievably thick! And so long, my God, how long!? He pressed and pushed and battered his way into her buttery depths, feeling the puckering tightness of her anal opening fitting reluctantly down over the rim of his prick like a soft, hot collar, oozing in another precious inch, and another and another...
"Please stopplease stoppleasestop...!" she chanted in white hot agony, lying bound and doubled up with her face pressed down into the car seat.
He was in to the halfway point, and with still several thick inches left to go yet, her inner anal flesh clinging to his steel hard shaft like a coating of warm, sticky paint.
"You like that, little girl?" he teased wickedly. "You think that's pretty nice, do ya?"
Still he went on, despite her protests, even to the point where it was almost as painful for him as it was for her, because her anal muscles were fighting him so hard. He gripped her narrow waist sadistically in his bony fingers, feeling the tender pliant flesh ripple up between his knuckles. Her golden hair thrashed as she tossed her head about like a mad woman, moaning and groaning with the unbelievable agony of the assault.
Still, it wasn't enough. He wanted to hurt her bad. Real bad. Holding her hands behind her back with one hand, the hunter stripped off his wide leather belt with the other and looped it in half. By God, he was going to do everything to this hot little cunt that he'd wanted to do to his nagging, bitching, frigid wife. What the hell... that's what vacations were for, right?
SMACK!
"Ow, God, what are you doing?"
SMACK!
"Oh, don't please!... It�_"" SMACK!
Tanya could feel blistering welts rising on the soft naked flesh of her buttocks almost as fast as he was spanking her with the belt.
SMACK!
His cock in to the hilt now, seemed to swell even thicker with her agony.
SMACK!
Tanya could feel every ridge of his swollen penis stuffed sausage-like into her rectum. She could feel the pulsing veins, wriggling like little worms, and every wrinkle...
SMACK!
Oh, God, I'll be scarred for life!
SMACK! The hunter's eyes were rolled up in his head as he tossed the belt aside and clutched her tightly to him with his arms wrapped under her pain wracked young body, humping with the fury of a rabid dog, his long thick cock pumping in and out of her tortured anus. She was his! His to fuck and torment the way he'd wanted with his cold assed wife... and no one would ever know.
He could feel the thinly stretched inner skin of her rectum clinging fast to his cock threatening to cut off all circulation to his pounding cock head. It was like fucking a nun�_"only better.
"AAAaaauuggghhh... Y-You're ripping me apart!" Tanya groaned in real agony. Why... oh, God, why me?
Even in the faint light coming through the rear window, the perverted hunter could see the purpling welts of her cream white ass flesh where the wide leather belt had bit into her skin. He felt a sense of infinite power ripple through his humping body, beginning deep in his sperm inflated balls, charging through his hairy loins, threatening to burst from his cock tip before he was mentally ready.
Gradually, slowing his pace, he gained control though maintaining the depth and viciousness of his earlier attack.
Tanya moaned out her tortured protests even though the pain of his initial rape was subsiding into a dull, numbing throb that stoked her hopes that she might be able to live through this ordeal. The welts, too, were becoming numb, and she gave silent thanks that she had survived thus far.
As Tanya regained some of her bearings, she assayed the situation and her chances for survival. There was no telling what this... this butcher was capable of and she couldn't shake the image of herself laying naked by the side of the road with her throat cut from ear to ear by that blood caked knife.
And Bloater... what the hell happened to him? She hoped he hadn't conked his head on something and passed out... or got trapped inside... or died of carbon monoxide poisoning. If he had, she was as good as dead too!
"How... do you... like it... now, little... girl!" the hunter panted between ever deepening strokes up between her straining buttocks. "It... ain't so bad... once you .:. relax... a little bit... is it?"
No, as much as she hated to admit it, it wasn't! In fact, if she weren't scared for her life, she might even learn to like it. It was still painful but it almost felt good, too... in a weird, masochistic sort of way. His seeping cock tip had wet her back there to the point that he could slide in and out of her ravaged anus without painful friction. And when Tanya wanted to concentrate on it, she could feel every lurid hot-ridged detail of his penis inside her rectal tract.
In the trunk, Bloater was getting desperate. More than his fear at getting done in for letting something happen to Terry's girl friend, the fear of suffocation set in! In his panic, he was foolishly breathing large gulps of air more rapidly than it could filter in through the few oxygen seeping crevices around the trunk. Once or twice he had almost tripped the catch on the lock with his penknife only to let it slip in his anxiety. Caution was the word. Caution and silence. He could not panic. But the air... was getting... so hard... to breathe!
Beyond her own better judgment, the blonde-haired fifteen year old in the back seat began to hunch backwards onto the skewering length of cock hotly embedded in her anus. God, it does feel good! She panted silently. If only I wasn't so scared!
Her forehead rested on the seat of the car and she could feel the hunter's roughly mauling hands on her delicate, soft-nippled breasts, tweaking and pinching at their pink stiffness with savage disrespect for her comfort. Yet, despite�_"or was it because of?�_"his cruel treatment of her tender flesh, she found herself becoming increasingly aroused and churned her tightly gripping ass cheeks around with building fury, squirming and wiggling as best she could against her bonds. His lust bloated penis felt like a hot burning log shoved up her rectum... cruel, wicked and... wonderful!
"Oh, God," she hissed through passion clenched teeth. "Fuck me, man! Fuck my asshole!"
Tanya began to wonder, seriously, if it was possible for a girl to cum that way. His sperm filled balls slapping up against the wetly seeping slit of her aroused cunt was certainly helping her to think so. If only he could last long enough! Maybe if I please him, he'll let me go! Her head thrashed wildly then, and Tanya was play acting now. She was positive she could cum from his sodomizing of her asshole. God, could she ever!
"Fuck my ass, man... Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it! Hurt me more if you want, I don't care... I love it, man. Fuck it!"
A lewd smile flickered across the hunter's craggy features as he burrowed in tightly for his final effort. As a last display of contempt, he wanted to leave her high and dry...
unfinished... begging for it... right up to the time he strangled that pretty little neck of hers!
The little bitch would rat to the cops and in a hick town like this, they'd find him in no time.
Or maybe he'd cut her up a bit...
"Oh, fuck me, man! Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me!"
He could leave her body out there in the woods and it would be days before anyone stumbled onto it... by that time he'd be back in Chicago with the wifey and kids... no one would ever know!
"Oh, Fuck!" he screamed out suddenly. "I'm cumming!"
"Oh, no!" groaned Tanya beneath him, her lithe young buttocks writhing back onto his twisted, dripping penis in desperation. "Wait for me, man! WAIT FOR ME!"
It was too late. She could feel cum squirting, thick, hot and creamy deep within her cock stuffed rectum. Spurt after spurt after spurt of it. She felt like she'd been basted in it. She felt like it would come squirting out of her throat for lack of space. A pint at least...
Frustrated beyond belief, the nearly crying girl felt the stranger's penis begin to deflate like a punctured balloon, slipping from her torn rectum with a lewd plopping sound.
Oh, damn... he can't be through already... he just can't do this to me!
The demented hunter fell exhausted back on his haunches, his breath ragged. Quickly he picked his belt up from the floorboard and looped it over the sobbing teenager's golden head.
"W-What are you going to mmmmffff!"
He cinched it tightly across her mouth, knotting it at the back of her head. "You're going to scream like hell when I carve my initials in that white ass of yours!" he chortled.
"Is she?"
Oh, God, it's Bloater!
Like a bolt of lightning, the huge half breed's hand shot out to grab the hunter's scraggly hair through the open car window, jerking him back roughly, causing the muscles in his neck to stand out like telephone cords.
"H-Hey! W-What's going on?" he pleaded almost tearfully. "Are you a cop?"
Bloater hauled the hunter through the car window by his hair. In his warped lust, the hunter had not heard the panicked fat man when he'd kicked the trunk lid open in utter desperation. Now, lying in a crumpled, shaking heap at the big man's polished wingtips, he fought the urge to run at the sight of the cold steel in the man's hand. He stared up the gun barrel of a snub nosed .38 "Wh-What are you... going to do... to me?"
Bloater raised the gun slowly, aiming it between the insurance salesman's glistening eyes.
A smile flickered across his thick, rubbery lips.
"No... please, please!"
Bloater had the hammer pulled half way back, his index finger trembled on the trigger. He lowered the gun, moonlight gleaming on its barrel. Christ, he couldn't shoot the bastard with the girl in the car!
A look of positive relief crossed the hunter's features as he realized he wasn't going to be shot... but that relief was short-lived.
Bloater's foot Shot forward, kicking the man square in the mouth. Blood and teeth flew like popcorn against the immaculate white side of the car. He dropped over on his hands and knees, looking up just in time to see another kick coming towards his shattered face. He turned his head a little too late, and the second kick caught him in the neck below the ear.
"Oh, don't, God, Please... Mommy!" he begged.
The third kick broke his nose. It cracked loud like a snapping twig.
"Get the fuck outta here before I change my mind!" bellowed Bloater. "You're pretty tough with kids, huh?"
The broken hunter, balled up and moaning, lay immobile for long minutes before managing to crawl to his hands and knees and disappear into the woods with Bloater kicking his ass all the way into the bushes. When thorns stuck to his Hong Kong silk pant suit, he returned to the car and got inside.
"You okay, kid?"
"Mmmfff!"
"That crazy bastard was going to cut a piece out of you!"
"Mmmfff!"
He could see her bound nakedness huddled in the darkness on her hands and knees. Her lovely, dimpled, moon white buttocks waved salaciously behind her. God, she was sexy tied up like that!
"You gonna hate me, kid," he stammered thickly, running his rough hands over the soft smoothness of her naked buttocks. "But I gotta get me a little piece of this!"
Then, strangely, he could see her head bobbing up and down in the affirmative. Christ, the crazy hunter had really gotten her all frothed up!
Bloater reached down and removed the belt from around her head, but stopped before removing the rawhide laces that bound her wrists and ankles. A thick pounding was beginning in the mushroom like head of his cock.
"You want me to fuck you, kid?"
"Oh, yess... Please!"
The fat Mexican-Chinese unzipped his pants and pulled his blood heavy penis out into the open. He skinned the foreskin back and milked a pearl of slippery pre-cum to the surface.
"You sure, kid?"
"Oh, man, don't tease me!"
Slowly, reveling in the warm softness of her genitals, Bloater rubbed the thick head of his cock in the narrow slit between her legs, lightly dipping into the pink wetness to a shallow depth. Her painfully distended clitoris scraped against the under- side of his heavy cock and caused her to moan out her pleasure at the electrifying contact.
"Oh, God, put it in," she begged. "Put it in!"
His massive hands, each nearly covering one bruised white cheek of her quivering buttocks squeezed tightly as he began to seep into her clasping young pussy. He could feel the soft teenage flesh ridge between his tightly gripping fingers and he could see the inner slope of her ass cheeks glistening with the stranger's cum in the moonlight. A lewd thrill shot up his spine and his balls began to ache. Abruptly, he withdrew his bloated cock from Tanya's pussy and guided the head of it upwards to the rubbery hole of her anus.
"No not there, you idiot!" she squealed. "Put it back in my cunt. Oh, please, put it back!...
AAauuuggghhhh!"
"Sorry, kido," Bloater gasped hoarsely, sinking his dripping fat cock another excruciating inch into her in-puckered, sperm-filled rectum. "I can't help myself!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Insomniac Theatre was flashing the credits to its three o'clock movie on a reconditioned television set when Ralph Decker glanced at the clock sitting amongst a heap of broken down toasters and hair dryers cluttering the dusty shelves in his appliance repair shop. He sat slumped in his swivel office chair picking at the tape loosening around the arm's tear.
A bottle of Jim Beam was perched at his elbow.
Ralph dug his strong fingers into the wrinkles of his forehead, staring glumly at the telephone, his body diseased with fatigue and a bad case of jitters. He'd spent the night here should Tucker decide to play with matches. Tonight was the deadline for paying the last of the money. An injured groan welled in his tight chest in a burst of depression. The house wasn't paid for, the shop wasn't paid for. He had nothing left to pawn except for his wife and kids.
What was that goddamned Tucker up to? The big man lifted himself out of his chair and gloomily reached for his wool jacket hanging on the peg next to his grease smeared smock. Bud, his assistant, would be in the shop in another half hour. He might as well go home and face the music of Irma's nagging about him staying out playing cards all night.
Sara bolted upright in bed and switched on the night lamp. Somebody was coming up the drive, a burst of headlights washing over the corner of the house. The pink light of awakening dawn smeared the sky in a rainbow of colors. It was a little after six. Now what was Daddy doing coming home at this hour? Certainly he wasn't having an affair with another woman! Hurriedly, she slipped on her slippers and robe and went out into the hallway.
Pausing at the head of the stairs, she watched the sliver of light wedge through the slowly opening door and the shadow of her slumped over father scuffing into the kitchen. The soft thud of the door closing behind him brought a funereal pall over the house and Sara shivered under the filmy nylon of her peignoir.
Something was wrong�_"desperately wrong.
Her tiny feet fluttered down the carpeted steps, silent as a cat, and Sara stood outside the kitchen door. She held her breath and listened closely to hear the faint splash of liquid into glass, the sound of a bottle being set back down on the countertop. She opened the door a crack and peered inside.
Ralph had not heard her. He sat with his back to her, sipping straight bourbon from a water tumbler.
"Daddy?"
She moved closer, her face pinching concernedly with each slippered footstep. It sounded almost... as if he were crying! He was wearing his frayed old lumberjacket. God, how long had he worn that ragged old thing? His right hand partially covered something black on the cabinet next to him. He picked it up, aimed it at his temple. It was a gun.
"DADDY!"
It had been more than Ralph Decker could handle... losing his life's savings was bad enough, but pawning his wife's jewelry was too much.
The gun fell to the floor. Sara had startled him out of it. His big body shook with his weeping, his heavy face buried in his hands.
"Oh, Daddy, why?"
Sara swooshed across the room, taking a seat next to him at the counter, gently easing the gun out of the way with her foot as she reached in front of him to pour him another glass of liquor. Her hand shook with terror, and she spilled the bourbon over the sides of the water glass as she poured. "What's wrong, Daddy? This is Sara your daughter!"
Ralph tried to speak, but his words were too slurred to be comprehensible.
"Daddy, please! Talk to me!"
Ralph lowered his shaking hands and turned to face his golden haired daughter. Sara had never seen him such a sorry state before. Oh, he'd had his share of depressions, trying to run that store, but never anything this grave. His eyes were bloodshot and his voice cracked.
"I�_"I lost some money," he finally managed. "A lot of money!"
"H-How much, Daddy... to who?"
Here Ralph cleared his throat. "S-Simon Tucker." He took a long pull at the whiskey.
"Simon Tucker? Oh, Daddy, how could you get mixed up with a gangster like that?"
"Bookie... I've been in the racket for three months."
"But why?"
"I�_"I know this sounds nuts," he began, snickering bitterly. "But I wanted to get the house and shop paid off and take your... your mother on an anniversary cruise. We've been married for thirty years this c-coming June."
"Oh, Daddy... Mommy doesn't care about cruises! You know how she's scared to death of�_"" But something in her father's expression made Sara stop.
"That's wonderful of you, Daddy. Mother would love it."
"Well... the way we've been fighting lately... she needs to get out... "
"Oh, a kind word once in a while and a kiss would do just as well... like it used to be when I was a little girl. We had such a happy family."
Ralph blinked at his daughter and swallowed tightly, studying her beatific innocence. He already felt a little better talking with Sara. She had always been generous and patient...
"Boy," Ralph continued, a faint smile flickering across his lips at the memory. "We used to be such a close family... and then... everything fell apart... with that damned sister of yours... " He traced the rim of his glass with one thick finger. Sara placed her hand on his wrist, as much to steady herself as her father. "It's been my fault, I guess... I always blamed Irma because Tanya wasn't born a boy."
"Daddy, don't talk about that now. The important thing is what you're going to do about Tucker."
Somehow thinking about his number two daughter usually took the edge off the problem at hand�_"like when the car engine blew up or somebody handed him a rubber check at the shop. This time it wouldn't work. Ralph emptied the glass in a gulp. "How... how much do you owe Tucker, Daddy?"
"Another five hundred... I... I was late in getting him his money. I�_"I used the bookie money in a card game... and lost it all."
"How much?"
'Twenty five hundred."
"What will you do?"
"I... I've done all I can. I... I pawned your mother's jewels."
Sara paled at the pain on his face from that admission of guilt.
"Go to the police, Daddy... Tucker's up before the Grand Jury on bookie charges. You can turn state's evidence on him and get off scot free...!"
"And end up with chains around my ankles at the bottom of the bay!" He reached for the bottle and refilled his glass.
"He's the one who tried to burn down the shop, too...!"
Ralph chugged at his glass. His whole body felt numb and very, very tired. "I... I don't know what Tucker's got up his sleeve now, Sara, but I smell a rat."
"You go to bed now, Daddy and get... get some rest. And if there's anything I can do to help... "
"Oh, Sara, my baby!" Ralph's arms enclosed his eldest daughter's round, nylon covered shoulders, hugging her close to his chest, the feel of her milky bosom mashing against his virile chest lightening his fears. "If anything happened to you, honey... well, I don't know what I'd do," the grown man sobbed.
She patted him fondly on the back. "Nothing will happen to me Daddy."
CHAPTER NINE
Bloater dug a stubby finger into his sweat soaked shirt collar to loosen it. When the boss had called him in for a special conference he was certain Tucker's punk assed kid had ratted on him for snatching Kim behind his back... not to mention taking that blonde sex machine for a joy ride in his car. Yet Tucker hadn't raised his voice... except to the nakedly kneeling golden skinned Lotus doing her husband's name honor under the boss' mahogany desk.
"Tomorrow is collection day, Bloater. I want you to take charge."
Dammit, he relegating the shit work to me now... the punk musta blabbed. Bloater squirmed in his chair, sweat pimpling his yellow forehead.
Tucker patted Sam's wife on the head solicitously, his eyelids flickering rapturously out of control for a moment. "Jesus, you suck like a baby, Lotus." Immediately he raised his eyes to level on his number one man. "Remember that blonde that answered the door at Decker's house?"
"Yes, boss... "
"I want her at my house at seven thirty tonight. You do that?"
Bloater swallowed tightly. Why the hell didn't he give this assignment to that chickenshit Sam? Then he glanced under Tucker's desk and saw the answer. The fucking chink bastard is using his sweet assed wife to get out of the dirty work! I'd gladly give him my Lola, but she's got tits like fried eggs...
"Hey, boss...?" Bloater cleared his throat.
"Yeah, Bloater."
"Any idea how I'm supposed to get her over here? You know," he said laughing nervously and squirming in his chair, "it ain't easy gettin' a broad out of her house in broad daylight."
Tucker's shark eyes turned cunning. "You know Sam doesn't have a company car yet...
and he wouldn't mind borrowing the white Continental I loaned you."
Bloater got the message. He stole another peek at the tawny buttocks shining like moons over Hong Kong and backed out the door, his armpits sopping wet.
The unmistakable smell of autumn was in the air when Bloater pulled up the collar of his trench coat and craned his fat rippling neck, recognizing instantly the white frame house with the screened in porch and low hanging eaves.
The boss must think I'm Houdini... getting that bitch out of that cracker box. I step one foot inside that door and the neighborhood's gonna treat me like a fox sneaking up on a chicken coop.
Bloater's mouth started to twitch when he saw movement on the Decker front porch as through the screen mesh he made out the blonde head of Sara Decker pushing a baby stroller in front of her. Christ... she's got a kid!
A turtle could have beat the white Continental as it crept down the block, its driver glowering into the rear view mirror. He wiped the sweat from his brow. In Chicago this would be simple, but in a town the size of Sturgeon Bay the task was colossal... and the consequences deadly.
"Come on, darling. Baby and Mommy are going shopping for something to wear when Daddy comes home." Depressive moods like Sara's could only be broken with self indulgence. Oh Barry, are you going to get it when you get home. What I need is a good hard fuck to get my mind off everybody's problems...
Sara toted the baby to the car, too preoccupied to notice the white car cruising around the block.
In late October the clocks go back to nature's time and by five o'clock the sky is dusky. A moist chill gets one right down to the marrow...
Sara slammed the door and, shivering, turned up the heat. The furnace clonked on and the dusty smell of burning air filled the Decker's living room. "Come on, Heidi. Mama's going upstairs to try on her new nightie." Nobody's home... Mother must be over at Sonja's trying to get Tanya to come home. I wish she'd see what she's done to poor Daddy, making him feel guilty and all... thought the older sister as she skimmed off her turtle neck sweater and peeled her snug Levi's down over her firmly rounded buttocks and down long slender thighs to puddle at her feet. She kicked the denims free and stood in a pair of red bikini panties and matching brassiere.
Normally she saved those for when Barry wanted to entertain her with a fantasy... these were especially good for the little girl fantasy because of the cute white heart embroidered center front. Then she plucked at the fasteners to her brassiere and let the lacey cups flutter from her breasts. Sara stood naked in the bedroom, tearing the price tag off her new lingerie.
"Oh, Heidi... Daddy's gonna love this! You might have a little brother real soon!" She'd seen the fashionable one piece Teddy in the latest Cosmopolitan magazine and had been dying to get one.
Made of soft nude colored nylony-silk, the slinky 'under thing" was a naughty French design that buttoned up the gaping lace trimmed middle from the navel on up. Just the feel of it was sexy. It slinked over Sara's firm body like a second skin.
The tip of her pink tongue stuck out between her perfect pearly teeth as she ceremoniously weighed her milky breasts high and placed them in the wire-rimmed lacy half cups. The delicate pearl buttons once fastened tightened the snug bodice around her nipped in waist, causing the nylon to catch in the crevice of her ass cheeks, showing off the twin bowls of her alabaster buttocks. The wedge-shaped inset of lace in the flaring legs gave a flirty effect. She was all legs and breasts.
God, if I paint my fingernails dark red and wear some of that glossy lipstick... Barry'll probably cream in his pants! It felt sexy, that cool nylon on her goosebumped flesh... with the tickle of lace at her nipples and upper thighs. For a homecoming surprise I'm going to make up a fantasy to go with this teddy... Her empty belly tingled from the anticipation of it. Maybe I better do a little practicing first. God, I'm so frustrated I'm in knots. Sara sucked in her breath. Well, nobody was home and this thing had put her in a ripe mood.
"Come on, baby... time for your nap, darling!" She hoisted Heidi into the crib and eased her down. "Your Mamma's got something she's got to do for herself before she goes wacky... like the rest of the family!"
Five trips around the block and three Rolaids later Bloater apprehensively drew up to the curb in the dying gray light of a cold autumnal day and studied the Decker's homey looking abode. He snuffed out the butt end of his cigarette and watched the light in the upstairs room wink and ogled, too, at the slender silhouette moving about in the room. With a feeling of impending doom, he tucked the chloroform sheet under his trench coat and parked the car.
The boss'll cut my balls off if I don't get that chick. Shakey as a cat in a tree, Bloater opened the car door.
Sara was one iota from being in a state of panic! She could hardly breathe with the filthy smelling sheet�_"or whatever it was over her head and nearly suffocating her. Her head ached from the stench of it. Her heart hammered in her bosom.
He had snuck up the steps and grabbed her before she realized what was happening...
taped her mouth with adhesive and wrapped the sheet around her. Oh, God, he was so quick, so fast and silent he hadn't even awakened Heidi. It didn't make sense that she should be embarrassed in front of her kidnapper, but being snuck up on when she was in the middle of... relieving her frustrations was too much to bear!
Who was he and what did he want from her? The latter thought had played shatteringly in her brain the past ten minutes since her abduction, the horrifying realization of possible rape motives causing her to shudder in terror!
The car purred around corners and bends and she, with her hands tied behind her back, lay helplessly in the back seat. The flimsy gossamer lingerie was hardly appropriate apparel, but the terror-struck housewife gave no thought to it as the car careened around a corner and crunched gravel on a driveway... then stopped. Hands fell on her, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of Idaho potatoes.
Oh, dear, God. Barry .. Daddy! Mmmmfff... somebody help me!
Then it flashed on her. Daddy... Simon Tucker The money... oh dear, God. Noooo!
CHAPTER TEN
On this the third day of Tanya Decker's emancipation, the fifteen year old temptress snuggled up to her boy friend in the plush Johnson estate cottage. The past seventy hours of sexual odyssies adding to her lightheaded euphoria.
"You really let that hunter and Bloater fuck you in the ass?"
"I didn't let them, Terry�_"they just did it!"
"But you said you liked it."
"Yeah, I guess I did, in a way. But I don't think I want to do that for a long time. I'm so sore I can hardly sit down."
"Come on... let's do it again before Dad kicks us out."
"God, Terry, we just got through!"
Terry rose from the couch and crossed to the window. He plunged his hands in his jeans pockets and stared out at the blowing leaves, pouting.
"Want me to blow you, Terry?"
"Naw."
"But I want to, Terry," she cooed lovingly, rising from the couch to stand behind him at the window.
"I suppose you blew Bloater, too... and Charlie... and the hunter."
"No, I haven't blown anybody."
Terry spun on his heels and embraced his girl friend passionately. She was a crazy chick, but her complete candor brought a warm smile to his pouting lips. "Maybe I will marry you, after all."
"Oh, Terry! You really mean that?"
"That depends on how good a cocksucker you are," he teased.
"Try me! Just try me!"
"Okay, woman," he grinned. "Follow me to the bedroom. But we have to be fast because Dad wants us out by seven o'clock. He's got some woman coming over."
A warm blast of air followed the slam of a door. Sara's head banged against the wall as Bloater missing his mark, rammed her blonde head in a quick spin around to kick the door shut. She was plunked down on something soft... a sofa, a bed maybe? and the sheet was torn off her head. For a terrified moment she clenched her eyes shut until somebody caught hold of the adhesive covering her mouth and ripped it away. She whimpered from the stinging pain, taking several deep breaths while she surveyed her captors and surroundings.
"Wh-What's the meaning of this?" she managed, shivering up at the paunch bellied image of Bloater gloating above her. "You... you can't get away with this! I know who you are...
you dirty criminals!" She squinted angrily in Simon Tucker's direction as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest, wearing a leisurely smoking jacket of rich brocade. He smiled amusedly down at her. "You're Simon Tucker the gangster who's ruined my father... you and your dirty money... " she sneered contemptuously.
"No, now, my dear . . Tucker offered graciously, unknotting the ropes binding Sara's slender wrists. "Let me make you more comfortable."
An icy chill thrilled up the tall voluptuous blonde's spine as his fingers made exciting contact with the bare flesh of her shoulders. "That's lovely lingerie you're wearing, Sara. It does wonders for your complexion."
Sara glanced down at the half cups of the lacy garment where her milky breasts jutted out shamelessly... and paled... then flushed. She grimaced up at Simon Tucker hating his silken manners and expensively decorated house... and hating what he'd done to her father.
"You won't get away with tormenting my father like this!" Sara eyes burned with tears.
"Making him pawn grandmother's jewelry and setting his store on fire... "
"It was only a mild bonfire, my dear. Barely big enough to toast marshmallows." Cunningly, Tucker encircled the blonde figure cowering on the white velvet sofa, craning her neck to keep an eye on him. "You're doing your father a favor right now, Sara. You are your father's last pay off. Doesn't that warm your heart to know your visit to me tonight is worth a thousand dollars to him?"
Simon Tucker rested his manicured hands on the sofa back, inches away from the cringing blonde's soft shoulder. She could smell his expensive cologne, smell the cognac on his breath, feel his warmth closing in on her.
The dirty bastard is worse than I thought... rotten gangster... !
"I'm going to mix us a drink, Sara. What would you like?"
"I�_"I don't drink... just do what you're going to do with me and let me out of here," she said resolutely staring at the wall and trying to appear stoic when the mere presence of this lecherous, evil man set her fantasies astir. The little bitch's got a set of tits like a wet nurse... thought Tucker, leaning over the sofa and peering down the girl's neck. "How about a coke... or tomato juice perhaps?"
"Tomato juice would be fine... " grated Sara, feeling tingles charge up and down her bony spine from the nearness of him.
He busied himself at the bar mixing the potables.
"You needn't be afraid of me, Sara. I'm not going to hurt you, and as for your father, you will determine that." He returned from the built-in bar bearing a glass in each hand and handed her the red one.
Sara sniffed it for alcohol first, eyeing the suave man over the rim of the chilled glass. She crossed her legs for modesty's sake when he sat down beside her on the sofa. He leaned back casually and studied her proud profile. "Tell me a little about yourself, Sara. Do you like sex?"
On top of everything else he's a mad rapist... !
Lifting one knee up on the sofa, Tucker turned to face her, his eyes roving over the suppleness of her body. "That's a lovely piece of lingerie. Stand up and let me have a look at you."
"No! I'm not one of your whores!" This... this was to be Barry's surprise and he's ruining it for me... just like he's ruined Daddy!
"Little one," said Tucker in his mellifluous voice, his breath hot on Sara's ear. "I'm sure your father would want you to."
Plunking her drink down on the end table, Sara sprang to her feet. "Okay... take a look at me," she blasted with pent up hatred for this man. "Use me like you used Daddy... then let me go home. I've got a little girl back there... "
"A mother... how old, darling?"
"Two years." What's it to him... he probably eats babies!
"Did you nurse her?" queried Tucker, amusedly taking in Sara's breasts bulging out like half inflated balloons from the skimpy lace cups. He smiled as Sara nodded. "Are your breasts still full of milk, sweetheart?"
She shook her head, holding back tears of shame, feeling his hot stare burn holes in her body. Oh, this was terrible! Her satin forehead wrinkled with the humiliation of it all and turning her head, she placed her delicate hand by her eye to avoid his avid stare.
"Don't be frightened... " Christ, she's young and innocent! How could that bear Decker have produced anything this delicate?
"Come sit down now, Sara."
"I don't want to sit down next to you... and quit staring at me like that!" she blasted. "Do whatever it is you want with me, but please let me go!"
Tucker's long arm extended and he gently grabbed her by the wrist, forcing her down on his lap.
If it wasn't for daddy, I'd punch him in the jaw!
The warm breath bathing her neck and virility of his charm overcame her better senses and down there between her trembling thighs the mouth of her so long unused vagina was beginning to exude secret droplets. God... I can feel his cock getting bigger right down there under my buttocks. Oh, it's been so long since I've even felt a cock! Some of the juice was moistening the crotch band of her lingerie, and Sara opened and closed her thighs in an unconscious gathering of sexual rhythm.
Under the bodice she felt her nipples coming to hard erection... and Sara knew that no matter how much she hated this man and the destruction he'd reeked on her father's life, Simon Tucker was still a man... with a cock!
"Mr. Tucker... please, let's get this over with!" she whined tragically. And defeatedly, feeling her strength leave her, she slumped back, her face pressing against his brocade covered chest. The emotional upheavals of the past week were too much... what with Tanya running away from home and Mama being so upset, and Daddy trying to shoot his brains out...
"I... I feel dizzy, Mr. Tucker... " Take it slow and easy... or the bird might really fly! Tucker brought his hand up, sliding it comfortingly along her back, up to her silken shoulders; then down, down it slid along the curve of her buttocks, now bringing it up again to tease along the ridge of her spine. "Like I said... you are doing your Daddy a favor, Sara."
Her breath was coming faster now. He could feel the heat of her breath on his chest, through his jacket.
"I understand your husband has been away...?" He started caressing the hardness of her nipple, running his thumb across it as if it were her clitoris, and below his cock lurched throbbingly, beating at the prison of his pants for freedom.
Sara's empty belly churned with excitement too long frustrated. She had just gotten herself into the mood of self induction... her finger had barely started pounding into her pussy...
when that bear charged through the door and took her by surprise. God, but she needed a man... !
"How long has it been, Sara, since you've been with a man?" Tucker's lewdly searching hand was on her tingling pussy now, rubbing and probing with lingering delight. His finger, two fingers, began to slither up under the flared leg of her lingerie to part the silken blonde curls of her pubic hair.
That brought Sara back to her senses. "Wh-What are you doing, Mr. Tucker?"
"I'm going to finger fuck you, Sara," he rasped brokenly in her ear.
Oh, God, what is happening? What should she say? What could she say?
Tucker chuckled to himself as he pressed his middle finger slowly up into Sara's passionately seeping pussy flesh. He felt her distended clitoris slip wetly forward to make searing contact with his probing hand as his middle finger entered her and wormed its way up into her unresisting vagina to the depth of his palm, and then slipped a second finger up in beside the first.
"How do you like my fingers up inside of your pussy, my dear?"
"I... I... " Oh, God... Barry... Daddy... Mama... Heidi forgive me! I'm doing it for you, Daddy... only for you!
Long, delicious minutes passed. Tucker's fingers had turned Sara's milky cunt flesh into a virtual froth. In the crevice of her sensitive ass cheeks, Tucker's penis slapped up excitedly, growing in jerks and leaps.
"Oh, Mr. Tucker... I... I think I'd better lie down!"
Like an ancient conqueror, Simon swept the nearly naked young housewife up in his arms and plodded off towards his bedroom at the far end of the house. The bedroom door was already ajar, he kicked it open, slamming it against the wall and tossed the dizzy blonde girl down on the enormous round bed. His manicured fingernails worked deftly at the tie belt to his brocade smoking jacket; he peeled it off to reveal a strong, hairy chest, rippling from years of lifting weights.
"Get up on your knees," he commanded masterfully. "I'm going to fuck you once for every hundred dollars your father owes me!"
"Oh... Oh, Mr. Tucker...!"
Obediently now, the lovely blonde mother of one scrambled to her hands and knees while from behind Simon Tucker pulled the flesh colored garment now fully unbuttoned down over her milky shoulders until it hung in a wad around her waist. She had never been this excited before... never! The very hopelessness of her situation had triggered some subconscious masochistic response deep within her soul. She saw her salaciously kneeling form reflected in the infinity of mirrors that covered the walls of the bedroom, and she wiggled her naked white buttocks back and forth in a lewd invitation to the mobster behind her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Good fucking Christ!" That exclamation came from behind a section of mirrored wall in the profligate's lavish boudoir, a small room set off by two way mirrors... complete with a lounging sofa and ashtray.
"What is it, Terry? What's wrong?" Tanya blurted from below the writhing form of her humping boy friend.
"You aren't gonna believe this, but that girl out there looks like your sister!"
"Oh, sure! Sara... and your father? Huh!"
"Bull shit! That's Sara, and it looks like dad's gonna fuck her dog style!"
"Let me up. I gotta see this!"
Tanya Decker's jaw dropped open in shock at the doubly intriguing sight of Terry's father's naked lance-like penis jutting out menacingly in front of him and climbing up behind her slavishly kneeling older sister. "My God... oh my Gawd!" For the first time since Terry had dated this nubile sex machine, he'd seen her awed by something.
"Hey, I didn't know�_"I mean I don't understand either�_""
"My God!"
"I mean if you would like to leave, Tanya... I�_""
"Shut up, Terry... God, he is well hung!"
"Come on�_"" He started to rise to his feet.
"Are you out of your mind? I wouldn't miss this for the world!"
With that ominous intuition common to men of his ilk, Bloater could feel something was amiss the moment he got into his car at the Peach Cobbler. He'd just swigged down a few beers to celebrate his mission impossible and was heading back to deliver off the boss' white Continental and to check the progress on the playful little sex pot. He... she shoulda seen the look on her face when I caught her with her finger up her pussy...
His beefy hand, still sticky from a dish of cobbler, reached inside his jacket pocket to find the butt of his .38.
"Relax and keep your mouth shut," a voice broke from the rear seat of the car. "Lay that piece on the seat beside you." The cold metal of a gun barrel pressed against Bloater's neck.
Bloater hesitated momentarily. "Now!"
Bloater complied instantly, his motions smooth and unprovoking. His eyes sought those of the man's behind him, but it was too dark for clues... still, there was something in the man's voice that sounded familiar.
"What do you want, fella?"
A hand reached over the seat to snatch the pistol. "Where's my daughter, you dirty bum?"
"I�_"I don't know anything about your daughter."
The gun pressed tighter into the fleshy folds of his neck. An ominous click sounded like a hammer being cocked. "Where is Sara!"
Bloater recognized the voice. "You won't get away with this, Decker!"
"I'm going to count to five, fat man... and if this car isn't heading towards where your motherfucking boss is holding my daughter, your windshield is gonna be full of chinko grease!"
Sara flinched automatically against the bulging cock head beginning to press into her from behind. Simon Tucker was bigger in more than the rackets. Still, she was managing to bear up stoically, weathering the painful introductions of her captor's blood engorged penis in between the tender inner lips of her seeping pussy.
"Jesus, you're tight! You sure you have a baby?"
Simon pressed brutally forward into her ever-tightening cuntal passage, thinking, Christ, I'd love to ram it up her ass, but I'm gonna have enough troubles trying to prove consent!
"Aaaaauugggh! Oh, Mr. Tucker... not so fast... you're... so... big!" Daddy... I'm doing this for you!
He was in only a little deeper than halfway and already she felt stuffed completely. Yet, despite her obvious discomfort she was excited as well. She was finally indulging her most capricious fantasies�_" she was committing adultery... and with an evil, wicked gangster!
She felt completely liberated, like her true self, whatever that meant. She hated Tucker for what he'd done to her father and for the naughty way he made her feel now.
"Your punk husband have a cock like this, baby?" Tucker brutally teased, flinching his expanding maledom deep within her tightly milking vagina. "Bet you've never had so much prick in you at one time before!"
"It-It hurts... "
"Hold on, baby... it's gonna hurt a lot worse!"
"Oh, God, Mr. Tucker... fuck me!"
In one buttocks flattening lunge, he entered her to the cervix, feeling the softly clinging flesh of her cuntal walls giving way reluctantly to his lust thickened rod of virile male flesh.
Cruelly, he mauled and gripped the snow white mounds of her quivering buttocks, enjoying the excitation of her flaccid ass flesh oozing between his mauling fingers. He knew he was hurting her and that knowledge made his bloated cock expand another torturous inch. He watched the obscenely kneeling girl flay her golden head back and forth in her stoic efforts to keep from crying out in pain. Her low moans, muffled slightly by the black silken sheets she had buried her burning satin cheeks into, drifted back to him, adding to the thrill. Her grasping fingers wadded up little black balls of the sheet in her tightly clenched fists. She was his!
He humped into her like a man possessed by the devil, deepening his strokes. Tucker felt her begin to relax as her interior muscles grew weary of the prolonged contraction and her cuntal sheath began to fill with her and Tucker's combined secretions.
How many young women has this evil gangster screwed at on the end of his cock? How many young housewives and daughters and mothers... like me? God, it was wonderful!
His hands left her buttocks as he reached around to paw at her dangling breasts. Then, subtly at first, she began to raise her buttocks up and back to him, rotating them slightly, clinging and rippling along his rigid cock.
"Fuck me, Mr. Tucker! Mr. Tuckerrr!"
"Wow, Terry... Does this happen around here all the time?"
"Your sister screwing my father? Of course not!" There followed a pause wherein the two teenagers pressed their noses to the glass and stared at the writhing couple on the bed.
"God, just look at the cock on your father!"
In an effort to prolong their excitement, Terry had Tanya sitting astride his lap with his own stiff young penis pressed up nakedly between her satiny thighs, rubbing against her seeping pussy without entering. Now, she had reached down with her slender fingers and had begun to press the wet end of it into her own drenched cuntal hole. She, too, wanted to feel that same excitement her older sister was feeling at that moment.
God, it was exciting watching Goody Two Shoes getting screwed from behind! Still, Tanya couldn't help but wish that she were in those shoes right now... getting fucked deliciously by Simon Tucker's prick!
'Terry," she ground down on his probing cock. "I was just wondering, I mean, do you think we could�_""
"No, we're not trading!"
"Wouldn't you like to fuck my sister?"
"Sure... I'm gonna go charging out there, hop on the bed and tap Dad on the shoulder.
Have you any idea how ornery he gets when he's mad?"
"But... it... Wait... who's that coming through the door?"
"It looks like Daddy's bodyguard, Bloater." He craned his neck. "And... Holy Shit, Tanya.
It's your father!"
Not even the wily Tanya Decker could tell which of the two men was more surprised.
Simon Tucker, for obvious reasons, or Ralph Decker at finding his favorite daughter not only in a compromising sexual posture, but loving it.
"Don't stop, Mr. Tucker! Please keep fucking me. Cum in me, Mr. Tucker, cum in meeee!"
chanted Sara, still unaware of the sudden intrusion. Then, raising her head from the cool satin sheets: "Why did you stop... DADDY!"
Despite the pistol pressing into his back, Bloater smiled broadly. "Looks like you got here a little late, Decker."
"Shut your fucking mouth, you pig! Get down on the rug and lay flat on your ugly fucking face until I decide what to do with you."
"L-Listen, Decker... can't we talk this out like men?"
"Shut up, Tucker! Sara, are you all right?"
"I-I don't know, Daddy."
"Whadda you mean you don't know... I just risked my fucking neck rescuing you!"
"I mean... I mean... I�_""
"She means she loves getting fucked, Daddy!" Tanya had come barreling out of her hiding place ready to join in the fray, with Terry behind her, dashing for the door.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Hey, listen, Decker... I didn't know she was in here!"
"You fucking liar... I'm going to blow your brains out!"
Tanya's hand steadied her father's trembling arm. "Daddy, don't shoot him! I came up here with Terry... Mr. Tucker's son."
"At least he had the brains to get while the getting was good." He aimed the pistol between Simon Tucker's eyes.
"Listen, Decker, you've been drinking. Why don't you take your girls home and we'll forget this ever happened."
And Ralph Decker had belted down a few to stoke himself to this point of blind courage.
Still, it wasn't the whiskey pounding in his temples that nonplussed him now, it was the shock of discovering both of his pretty daughters naked in the bedroom of the bastard that had blackmailed him all along. That and the sight of their voluptuous, unblemished nubile bodies was giving him an unbelievable erection.
"What are you going to do, Daddy?"
"I�_"I don't know, Sara... " Christ, Tucker's still got his prick stuffed up Sara's cunt!
God, she was beautiful, his older daughter! Hell, both of them were. Little Tanya had grown up to be quite a woman!
"Everybody would feel better, Daddy, if you'd let them finish what they started. And... and I'll fuck Bloater while you watch!"
"Tanya!" Her older sister burst suddenly, unaware of her father's true condition, as was Tanya who made a habit of looking for it.
"She's already getting fucked, so all you have to do is let them finish. And I'm not a cherry anymore�_"not even in the asshole," she added with adult pride. "And you would like to watch, wouldn't you, Daddy?" Tanya's voice possessed a peculiarly mocking quality. This was her moment of triumph.
Ralph's blood-engorged penis swelled even larger in his pants at the prospect of watching this sick and evil display of animal carnality. He let out a sigh. "Okay." He waved the pistol around, then glanced drunkenly down to kick Bloater in the ribs. "Get your fat ass up here and fuck my daughter before I make oatmeal of your head!"
Quickly, Tanya scrambled down on the round bed, pleased that her father was finally going to see what her older sister was all about. He thinks I'm the only one in the family with hot pants! She lay in a cheesecake pose on the bed watching in awe as the henchman got to his feet and began to remove his suit. In seconds he was naked. His cock, only half-erect, was longer than Tanya remembered from the night in the car.
"Wow!" she said, licking her lips. "Is that for me?"
With the gun barrel pointed at his fat buttocks cheeks, Bloater knelt up on the bed, spreading the crevice between her luscious ass cheeks with the fingers of one beefy hand while the other stroked the bulk of his bloated penis. Easy now... he told himself, trying to cool his lust. If this kid yells too loud her trigger happy old man is liable to blow my buns off!
Shoulder to shoulder with her older sister who was moaning beneath Tucker's fucking into her juicy pussy, Tanya Decker bit her lower lip while she contemplated the situation at hand. Then, as Bloater kneeled up on the bed, she bolted up to her haunches and whispered hotly in his ear: "Fuck my sister in the mouth and I'll lick your balls from behind... look, she's dying for it!
And what my older sister has wanted, she has always gotten... " Confusedly Bloater stared up alternately at the sooty gun barrel and over at the supple bodied eldest Decker daughter writhing and groaning in the throes of ecstatic fucking.
"Do what she says, fatso!" sneered Mr. Decker a little confused as the fat man nodded compliantly and turned around on the bed with his lancing pole jutting out from a jungle of black curls and holding it in one pumping hand, used the other to ease Sara's flaying head onto it.
Sara's eyes popped open. It felt as if someone had wedged a hard boiled egg in between her lips and she relaxed, letting the bulbous cock head slip to the back of her throat. She nibbled on it tentatively until throaty moans rasped from her tender throat and she went to work in ear nest, trying to vacuum the seed from Bloater's sac of testicles.
And Tanya went to work from the other end. Down on her hands she slipped over on her back and wiggled her head between Bloater's starchy thighs until her nose was directly under his anus. The pink tip of her velvety tongue shot out and started to explore the unknown territory of his hairy sacs firm with sperm. It tasted piquant and wicked and his thighs clamping together from the joy of it threatened to suffocate her. The pubic curls fringing the sensitive skin tickled her nose... but it only added to the fun of it!
Ralph Decker's alcohol fuzzed mind was ablaze with confused thoughts. Tanya, he knew was a little whore... yet, for the first time, he realized the horrifying truth behind his increased animosity of her of late�_"he wanted her�_"sexually! And he wanted Sara, too!
Christ, she looked sexy being stuffed from both ends with cock, he reflected, feeing his daughters being reflected from every possible angle in the mirrored walls.
Sara, her body supported on her elbows, stared wonderingly up at her father's ashen face.
The look in his eyes was even more frightening that the gun he held in his hand, sent shivers of icy fear up and down her spine. What was Daddy doing taking his pants off?
Ralph Decker did some fast thinking, standing there brandishing his gun, his pants puddled about his hairy ankles. And his cock�_"stiffening before their gawking eyes, a little pearl of pre-cum seeping from the tip to drip on Tucker's black satin sheet.
Tucker, feeling his penis expand like an inflated balloon inside of Ralph Decker's eldest daughter's tight, wet pussy, felt the cold steel of a gun scrape against his spine on the backstroke.
"J-Jesus, Decker. What do you... want?"
"Get your ass outta her back side and fuck her beneath with her on top, you sick bastard... NOW!"
At the grating sound of his voice, Bloater ceased the pumping into Sara's voluptuous face and stared unnerved as Ralph Decker waved his gun in his direction. "You... Fatso... stick that prick back in her from the side. Yeah, you're gonna have to move, too, Tanya."
"Daddy... ! What are you going to do?" The sound of her finger pulling free of her milking cunt startled even Tanya who scuttled along under Bloater whose heavy, sagging testicles flapped in her face from all the movement on the bed.
"Daddy... ? It was Sara this time. "Daddy, what..
"I'm going to fuck you, honey... nice and hard. You'd like that, kitten, wouldn't you?" His voice cracked when he said it.
"Oh, I want you to!" she gasped, ovaling her mouth for Bloater's thumping cock scraping across her cheeks and leaving a sticky wet trail as his penis tried to find her mouth on its own.
Tanya watched her father position himself. She couldn't believe it, not only was her father about to butt fuck her older sister, but man, what cock it was! No wonder Mama lets him push her around!
Whores... thought Decker. Who cares about Tucker or his fat assed body guard. I want my girls... one at a time!
He was on the bed, inching forward on his knees, falling back on his haunches close to Sara's silken back.
"What about me, Daddy... don't I get anything?" pouted Tanya.
"You'll get yours, little girl... believe me, you'll get yours!"
Gaspingly, Sara twisted around to look back at her father's passion tightened face, letting Bloater's cock slip from her lips momentarily. She wore a questioning look on her face. "You don't have to leave home if it's cock you want, kitten. You got all you can handle right here!" Then, pulling himself tightly to her back, he forced her spread buttocks higher into the air and guided his throbbing penis head through the warm spongy flesh before it, until finally with one buttock flattening lunge, he had sunk the length of it deep inside his daughter's rectum.
Sara struggled for breath, mindless now with the pain of it! God, she'd never be the same again with the way their huge cocks were ravaging her helpless channels! Suddenly Tucker began to thrust up into her once more, along with her father's sodomizing lunges.
While she chewed on Bloater's cock, Sara tried to hold herself still between them as they began to saw mercilessly in and out of her... in and out, thrusting and withdrawing, until she began to sense their hot thicknesses rubbing against one another, separated only by the thin, fleshy membrane dividing her rectum and vagina.
Sara mewled around Bloater's cock, the incredible pain becoming weirdly pleasurable!
She began to move back and down with her cock stretched passages seething and frothing in eager reception of their hardness.
"Fuck her, ram it to her!" Tanya, fiercely fingering herself cried out. If she rolled her eyes backwards she could see through the hairy shield of Bloater's loins her sister's ovalled mouth clamping his penis deep inside... Her own little tongue probed into the spongy ring of Bloater's anus while her fingers beat a juicy tattoo between her thighs.
"Mmmff... mfff... aaahhhh!" Sara was in her glory. She had her fantasy gangsters fucking her evilly, she had her father's hardness embedded deep within her, and she had her sister cheering her on from the sidelines. It was wicked and wonderful!
She urged them on by wiggling her buttocks from side to side and around in little circles, humping her pelvis to smack resoundingly against Simon Tucker's drilling rig jutting out from his salt and pepper loins. She nibbled and lapped at Bloater's cock, feeling joyfully free and uninhibited�_"a fact that was well documented in the mirage of mirrors reflecting her debauchery in a million different poses. Furiously they fucked while she licked at the rubbery knob in her mouth, the mounting, entrancing bliss of it, the hands savagely gripping and clutching her naked flesh lustfully enslaving her as she knelt helplessly impaled from behind and below and in front! Her brain reeled on the verge of oblivion. Oh, these cocks... these fantastic cocks were far better than Barry's stupid fantasies...
because they were real!
Nobody saw Terry step cautiously into the room and peek around the door jamb, then scratch his head. Holy shit! His eyes roved over the fleshy entanglement of arms and legs and heads and fingers until they followed the inevitable path that led to his own Tanya furiously finger fucking herself while stabbing her tongue tip up into Bloater's anus while one hand worked at pumping his balls. I should have known she couldn't keep her hot box out of this!
Masterfully, he stalked over to the bed and tore his girl friend's fingers from her cunt. They came away sticky. "Let me do that!" Climbing on top of her, he gingerly lifted her legs, draping them over the sides of his thighs and wiggled his stiff young penis into her seething cunt. Gratefully, Tanya's hand, still webbed with her own secretions, grabbed his hard pole and squeezed appreciatively.
Ralph Decker began to mouth foul obscenities while simultaneously Sara felt the thick boiling liquid of his raging sperm shoot deep up into her back passage as her own orgasm frantically seized her, sending racking spasms of erotic pleasure sweeping through her lush, young body. She could feel every squirting contraction of his long, thick cock as it jerked out its load of hot cum deep up into the buttery depths of her intimate rectal organs!
Below, Tucker began to whimper and pant as Sara thrust her trembling buttocks and still spasming loins down hungrily, her breathing heaving from her lungs, her mouth sucking rapturously on Bloater's simultaneously squirting erection. Then the pumping cock began spitting an animalish stream of thick, hot semen up into the furthest recesses of her quaking belly. Sara felt her orgasmic juices blending and puddling with his, an almost insane frenzy of erotic bliss shooting her off for a second orgasmic joy ride up there with the stars!
The heady smell of musk and lubricated genitals heightened Terry's young masculine instincts, and after a few more pelvic bone smashing thrusts into Tanya's young pussy, he squirted hard and deep into her belly... then fell back exhausted.
The plush bedroom was filled with the climactic moans and exhausted pantings and groanings of the six people spread haphazardly on Simon Tucker's round mirror-fringed bed. Of the six, Ralph Decker was the first to stir, quickly coming to his senses.
Ralph's sticky penis clung to his hairy thigh as he forced himself into an ugly mood despite the erotic euphoria of having actualized a life-time fantasy, and snatched up the gun tossed atop his rumpled underwear on the rug below. He had to finish what he'd started.
"Okay, you fucking asshole... " The cold butt of the gun probed in the hirsute crevice of Simon Tucker's tender anus. "You've fucked my daughter so give me back my Goddamned money or you're gonna be shittin' bullets!"
Simon Tucker threw up his hands. "Okay, okay, Decker... you can have back your money... just put down that gun!"
Satisfied that that battle had been won, Ralph Decker encircled the bed, pausing to where his daughter lay stroking her boy friend's blonde head that lay cushioned on her sperm sticky thigh. The older man slapped the younger one on the buttocks.
"Roll over, you punk!" he bellowed. "This daughter of mine's been needing a slap on the ass for a hell of a long time."
