Incest. The word conjures up feelings of high emotion in all of us. And yet, in the climate of today's shifting moral attitudes, we sometimes lose sight of the fact that not every member of the so-called "older generation" is a prude, nor is every member of the "younger generation" a thrill-seeking libertine. Sometimes-in fact, often-variations of this theme occur within the same generation and, indeed, the same familial unit.
The principal characters in this fascinating work of fiction-that-doesn't-read-like-fiction are pert and incorrigible Vikki Haydon, from which the title of this book is taken, Carol Bauer, the unsuspecting young mother, and Grant, the young son and nephew who becomes the object of both sister's devotion. Add to these such savory characters as people New York's huge garment industry, and you have a first-rate situation for a fast-paced, no-punches-pulled treatment of a story that needs-indeed, has-to be told.
Inevitably, a story with the punch and frankness of this type must contain scenes which are as shockingly explicit as the situation itself.
Such scenes play a valid and irrevocable role in exposing the inner-personalities and motives of the participants ... and how they mesh and conflict to form a realistic psychological web of interpersonal relationships.
Accordingly, we are proud to make this fine study in morality available to you, the reader. It is without a doubt a fascinating excursion into an aspect of American studies that has remained largely unexplored. And, we feel it will add appreciably to the reader's current understanding of contemporary psycho-sexual mores.
The Publishers
Chapter 1
Young Grant Bauer reached for his fourth slice of steaming anchovy pizza and smiled broadly, his perfect white teeth brightening his ruggedly handsome sixteen-year-old face. "You were right, Aunt Vikki," he offered over a gooey bite of the fragrant tomato and cheese confection, "this is really groovy pizza!"
Vikki Haydon returned her virile young nephew's happy smile, then cast a conniving wink at her pretty black roommate, Angel Manning, seated on the other side of the circular table from them. "Is this kid a lunch-mouth, or is he a lunch-mouth?" she teased affectionately.
"It looks like love at first bite," Angel philosophized with a sly wink of her own. "He'll probably go down and kick the ass off the head chef at Shakey's when he gets back home to Philly!"
"Hey, Aunt Vikki, can you pass the wine, please?"
"He's a wino, too," Vikki observed, reaching for the straw-covered jug of marsala that dominated the center of the table.
"I can see that," Angel observed. "Does he have any other vices besides gluttony and alcoholism? Avarice, perhaps? Lust? Greed?" She sounded hopeful.
"None that I know of yet, Angel baby ... But then, we've got all summer to find out, don't we!"
Grant smiled indulgently as he chewed, delighted with the good-natured bantering across the table between his beautiful young aunt and her equally vivacious girlfriend. It really did look like it was going to be a fun summer, he decided as he watched Vikki refill his glass with the sparkling Sicilian wine. And, he probably wouldn't miss the "gang" back in Philly as much as he'd thought he might when his mother had sprung the idea of his spending the summer with her incorrigible younger sister in the first place. Indeed, as he looked around at the tastefully intimate, candle-brightened interior of Luigi's Restaurant, he decided that New York City was where he would live when he got out on his own.
"You'd better take it a little slower on that wine," Vikki cautioned, "it's pretty hearty stuff."
"Aw, 'Auntie'," Angel came to his defense in mocking good-humor, "it isn't every day a guy gets to pass for eighteen!"
Grant found himself warming instantly to his aunt's young roommate. At nineteen, she was closer to his own age than to Vikki's still-striking twenty-seven. She was as bubbly and outgoing as she was dark, but sophisticated and earthy, too, in a manner far beyond that which her years might indicate. He knew a few black girls from Franklin Pierce High in Philadelphia who were real knockouts, but certainly none with anything approaching the class of Angel Manning. She was of medium height and weight-nothing really exceptional in that-but she had the smoothest chocolate complexion, the most perfect white teeth, poise, and infectious personality he'd ever seen.
Of course, that went without taking anything away from his luscious Aunt Vikki. In truth, the somewhat-older redhead was by far the best built of the two. Angel's breasts were nice, in a conical sort of way, not too large, but not small either. Vikki Haydon's, on the other hand, were positively melonous, like overripe cantaloupes about to burst their translucent white skins. Jesus, they were nearly as big as his mothers!
"Why don't you order another pizza for this kid?" Angel suggested, the bell-like resonance of her sweet, Southern-tinged voice breaking Grant's reverie.
"How's about it, ol' boy?" Vikki caromed. "Think you can handle another one of Luigi's cartwheels?"
Grant held up his hand in protest. "No way, Aunt Vikki. I'm gonna pop my belt buckle as is!"
"Sounds interesting, nephew. But, if you want any-"
"No way!" he repeated firmly. "Shakey's 'specials' may taste like catsup and cardboard compared to this, but a dude can only hold so much, y'know!"
"Sounds like he's finally filled that hollow leg, Vikki," helped Miss Manning.
Angel leaned forward, the creamy brown upper slopes of her ample breasts straining against the low-cut bodice of her cocktail dress. She knew the soft powder blue velvet contrasted deliciously with her complexion, and she could barely suppress a giggle as she watched Grant fidget nervously in an attempt to get a better look without being obvious about it. Idly, she wondered what his cock looked like. Was it as handsome and upstanding as the rest of him? It was hard to believe he was only sixteen; he looked at least as old as she was.
"Well kids," Vikki brightened with a surreptitious glance at her wrist watch, "why don't we head on back to the ranch for a little three-handed Monopoly ... You still like Monopoly, don't you, Grant?"
"Aw, that's for kids, Aunt Vikki. I'm into chess now."
"Chests?" she teased. "My you have grown since the last time I saw you!"
* * *
Elgin Stafford muttered a loud, "Damn!" as he dropped the telephone receiver back in its cradle for the fourth time in the past half hour. It was tough enough trying to run a business these days without putting up with this kind of shit! He'd told Vikki at least twice yesterday to stay near the phone in case Richard Garfield got to town a little earlier than expected, and now the little bitch didn't even have the common courtesy to call and let him know where she could be reached!
There were other girls at the agency he could call, of course, including Angel Manning. But, Garfield had been explicit in his request for, "the best cocksucker you've got." And, with the kind of business Garfield was capable of procuring, he deserved the best!
Quickly, Stafford snatched the receiver back up in his sweaty palm and began to dial Vikki Haydon's number for the fifth time. "You better be home this time," he threatened the mouthpiece, "or you can start looking for another modeling agency!"
As he waited for the phone to ring, he reached down thoughtfully to straighten the rising bulge in the front of his expensive gabardine slacks. Calling up these beautiful bitches and ordering them to go ball one of the clients always gave him a rod ... especially when the client was a big fat slob like Richard Garfield. It appealed to his sense of power, his innate sadism, his ..."Hello, Vikki? Where the fuck have you been!"
* * *
Vikki Haydon arrived back at her stylish East Eighties apartment in time to answer the phone on the fourth ring. Her nephew, Grant and Angel squeezed past her at the door and took up stations on a wing back chair and the posh divan respectively. "Hello ...?" she breathed warily into the receiver. Her hand shot up instantly to shield her hastily whispered, "But my nephew just got in from Philly, Elgin. Angel and me took him to Luigi's for a ... Who? Richard Garfield? ... No, I didn't forget. I just thought-"
"Never mind what you thought!" Stafford exploded on the other end of the line. "You just get that foxy little ass of yours over to Room 602 at the Ridgemont Hotel by nine!"
Angel sat up attentively as she watched her beautiful copper-haired girlfriend ring off. "Something wrong, kid?" she queried.
"Business," Vikki shrugged indifferently.
"Richard Garfield business?"
Vikki nodded.
"Good luck, kid."
Young Grant was only marginally aware of the conversation taking place in the living room, or even that his Aunt Vikki had gone into the bedroom to change and freshen her makeup. He felt good. Real good. He was slightly tipsy from the near half-liter of Marsala he'd consumed at Luigi's and everything was striking him in an amusing sort of way.
"Hey you!" Angel laughed, snapping her slender black fingers to get his attention. "You're not going to sleep on us, are you?"
Grant, with a Cheshire Cat grin etched across his handsome face, looked up from the spot he'd been staring at on the floor. "Huh? Oh, no ... I'm not going to sleep."
Suddenly he realized that they were alone in the room. Angel's nylon-covered legs were tucked primly under her on the couch, but the hem of her short dress had risen generously above her pretty knees. Jeez, she's a gorgeous bitch! he mused in self-satisfied silence.
Angel's own grin broadened a little as she stretched out full length on the couch. "Well, kid," she said, "it looks like just you and me."
"D-Did Aunt Vikki go somewhere?"
"She's changing right now, sweetness. She'll be leaving in a couple of minutes."
"Where's she going?"
"Some kind of business at work, sugar. A model's work is never done!"
Just then, Vikki appeared in the door leading from the bedroom, crossing directly to the hall closet to reclaim her coat.
"Wow, don't you look sexy!" offered Angel. "I thought you'd wear your little blue pant suit or something."
"It's at the cleaners, Angel ... This dress is kinda tight, but it'll just have to do."
Tight isn't the word for it! thought Grant. Jesus, I can see the crack of her ass!
The black lame she'd chosen for the evening was, indeed, form-fitting. It hugged the young aunt's sculpted, jiggling buttocks like a second skin as she rifled the closet for her coat. Then, retrieving it, she spun around on one high-heeled foot, her enormous breasts swaying with the effort. "Well, gang ... how do I look?"
"You look fab, Aunt Vikki," Grant choked, "just like Angel said."
"Well, ta!" she sighed, slipping into her outer garment. "You two behave yourselves while I'm gone!"
Angel watched Vikki disappear through the door, then turned to Grant and said in her sweetest, warmest voice, "You ever make it with a black girl, sugar?"
Chapter 2
"Come in, come in, my dear," Richard Garfield beamed, "I've been expecting you!"
Vikki Haydon was taken somewhat aback at the important account executive's slobbish appearance. Below the balding crown of his head, the wolfish, devouring eyes and ingratiating sneer, was an enormous pot belly stuffed so tightly into a faded maroon smoking jacket that he resembled a bloated sausage about to split its casing.
'I-I can't stay very long," the voluptuous redhead lied. "I have another appointment." It was obvious that she was intimidated by his presence. Good ... he liked that!
"Certainly, Miss Haydon," he soothed silkily, "I understand perfectly."
A few minutes later they sat in the living room of the posh hotel suite drinking Brandy Gumps.
"How long have you worked for Elgin's agency?" Garfield focused on the subject at hand.
"A-About ten months," she returned with a sip. "This is good ... What's in it?"
"Brandy ... lemon juice ... a dash of Grenadine ... You have lovely breasts, Miss Haydon."
Vikki buried herself in her drink and blushed. For all her experience, she'd never mastered the art of handling openly sexual compliments with any degree of aplomb. "T-Thank you, Mr. Garfield," she managed eventually. She crossed, then re-crossed her slender legs as if to draw his attention away from her huge titties, giving the hem of her skin-tight dress a self-conscious tug as she did so.
Richard Garfield was pleased with her. However larcenous Elgin Stafford's heart, Garfield was forced to admit that he was a proper judge of whore-flesh. She was young, of course, and deliciously tall and slender, but for her breasts. Her pale-moon complexion was an unblemished perfect match for her fiery-red tresses.
He continued to ogle her lecherously as Vikki stared down at her feet and traced the rim of her glass with long, lacquered fingertips. Besides the slinky black dress, a pair of dangling Rhinestone earrings with matching necklace and a pair of open-toed black platform pumps completed her attire. A lush application of crimson lip gloss and a smattering of blue eye shadow to accentuate her blue-gray eyes was the extent of her makeup. Her hair, shimmering with radiant copper highlights, was drawn back into two thick braids that sprung from the sides of her oval face Swedish-style, curling down to frame her generous mammary endowments.
"You do understand why you're here, don't you, my dear?" he queried.
Vikki nodded dumbly.
"Why are you here?" he pressed.
"I'm here to ... to suck your prick," she admitted, an odd stirring in her loins causing her to press her nylon-encased legs together still more closely.
Garfield pressed the tips of his pudgy fingers together in an attitude of prayer, studying the titian-haired beauty's facial reactions as the idea of what she was about to do sunk into her beautiful brain. Then, unceremoniously, he unzipped his fly through the parted folds of his smoker and reached inside to haul his awesome penis out into the open. "Good girl," he commented dryly, letting his stumpy fat legs splay lewdly apart at the knees. "Now come and suck, like a good little pussy!"
Obediently, the young aunt dropped to her knees and assumed the required position.
Her face was over Garfield's loins now, and she continued to stare at his swollen hardness as if mesmerized by it. She reached forward automatically and encircled its impressive girth with her slender fingers. Her lush red lips were but a scant inch away from the gaping tip and she opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the tip with a maddening slowness.
"Oh, shit ... SUCK IT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR!"
Vikki's tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm contact with the head of Garfield's cock. She circled it about the smooth rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above her from the cruel teasing she was subjecting him to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of the glands at the end and darted wetly into it. It was already moist from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping through in his mounting excitement, and the sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly.
Her hands dropped to the base of the huge erect prick and she cupped his soft smooth testicles gently in one of them, grazing her nails tantalizingly over the hairy flaccid flesh. The other hand she placed at the thick base of his cock, where it soared up from the curly salt-and-pepper pubic hair covering the obscenely sweating bulge of his lower abdomen. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger and pulled down hard, skinning back the thick wealth of foreskin until the crimson knob stood sleek and naked against her feverish lips. She began to plant warm wet kisses around it, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back up to the tip again. She played longer than she knew she should, not being able to take it into her mouth just yet, but Garfield could stand no more.
With a groan deep in his throat, the lewd fat man reached down with his hands, tangled them into Vikki's braids, and thrust his loins up with the strength of a rutting bull. The young model resisted for a moment, doubts at being able to take such an enormous penis in her mouth running wildly through her head, but it was too late. The thick spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her softly moistened lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and onto her saliva-coated tongue.
She could feel the stiff spongy substance rub the full length of her sensitive lingual member, nearly imbedding itself in her satin throat. She closed her eyes to keep from choking. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that which was already filled with Garfield's sweaty cock, protruding like a carrot from her ovalled lips.
"OOOoooHHH, you gorgeous cunt! Your mouth's like melted butter!" he blurted, beginning a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips into her face. "Tighten up those fucking lips and suck for all you're worth!"
Obediently, Vikki did his bidding, feeling at the same time the excitement growing in her own loins from the mean debasing thought of her mouth being used this way by a balding fat pig of a man. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue around the slippery-slimy head with a vengeance. She sucked to end it, her head bobbing like a cork at sea over Garfield's pumping loins. The masochistic joy of being used ... used like a filthy whore he'd picked up off the streets permeated her whole being as tingling submissive mewls came from the lips locked tightly around his swollen flesh.
He was going to pump his lewd white seed into her very mouth ... until it ran from the edges of her lips ... in sticky white trails of blissful sensation that could be matched by nothing else in the world!
Half-lying beneath her, Garfield held her head trapped tightly between his beefy hands, his legs splayed out obscenely on either side of her kneeling form. He thrust his cock mercilessly into her mouth, forcing her lips apart with each upward jerk until almost the whole of his turgid flesh was swallowed into her mouth.
Then, suddenly, the lecherous executive leaned across her arched and quivering back to fumble with the zipper of her dress. Quickly, he peeled the garment down over Vikki's naked back and shoulders, leaving her massive bra-less breasts to quiver and dance beneath her now eagerly sucking torso. Then, satisfied, he leaned back again to survey his handiwork.
Partially naked now, Vikki presented an even more delicious sight than had she been completely stripped of her clothing. Her nearly-naked white buttocks, the edges of her misty nylon panties having slipped tightly up into the moistly perspiring crevice there, were almost as exciting to the lecherous man as the sight of her melonous hanging breasts as they swung from her smooth chest, their swollen pink nipples tapping out a primitive rhythm on the chair between his legs.
Then, deliciously, at first by accident and then on purpose, Vikki discovered the heel of her shoe. She rocked back on the thick leather heel of one platform pump, letting its smooth patent warmth press into the cleft of her ass where the thin crotch of her panties were bunched, rocking forward and back on it in time to the cock fucking into her face as if it were a second cunt. She could feel it rubbing in her passion-slickened crevice in a maddening parody of a real penis as her hot little clitoris slipped hotly forward to meet it.
"Oh, suck it!" the lewd fat man chanted above her bobbing head. "Eat me! Eat my cock!"
She did, and more. The tip of her tongue dipped sweetly into the split in the end of Garfield's glands, her long-nailed fingers milking and teasing the heavy sac that held his balls. Then, weirdly, she realized that the excitement of being forced to give head to a man old enough to be her father, combined with the imposing presence of the heel of her shoe could, and would, drive her to completion. She would make it ... she would cum!
Garfield began slamming forward powerfully, raising his sweaty buttocks high off the chair and thrusting with all his might. He held Vikki's bobbing head still more tightly as she coughed and sputtered delightedly with each powerful instrokes, and the lust-purpled head of his cock fucked rhythmically into her throat. He delighted in watching her tender lipstick-coated lips clasping eagerly around his rigid thick-veined shaft as her mouth muscles wearied and her warmly ovalled oral cavity became accustomed to the unnatural invasion.
"Suck it!" he boomed again. "Suck my fat cock!"
Vikki sucked and licked at the fleshy member embedded in her mouth, creating a vacuum of lust that brought a low moan of delight from the obese executive. She was salivating so much by then that Garfield's leaking cock slicked back and forth almost effortlessly, tiny rivulets of drool trailing from the corners of her tightly locked lips to run down the rigid stalk and into the open fly of his slacks.
The young aunt sucked until her throat muscles ached from the strain, while below she rocked the dripping slit of her vagina back and forth across the hard black heel of her shoe, letting it rub against the lust-stiffened blossom of her clitoris like a substitute cock.
"My balls, too!" he reminded her. "Lick my balls!"
Obedient now to his every whim, the masochistic young model raised her lovely sucking head from Garfield's pulsing organ to pay homage to his prickly-haired scrotum, while behind her the heel of her shoe continued to rub in the desire-drenched slit of her pussy.
Garfield could feel the coffers of his dam straining with the imminence of his release then, and he grabbed a large handful of silken coppery hair and began to tug upwards. "Quick," he bellowed breathlessly, "get your goddam mouth back on my cock before I ruin my smoking jacket!"
Still rubbing insanely against her shoe, Vikki slipped her lush red lips back over the sticky head of Garfield's penis. She sucked slowly ... once ... twice ... and then her mouth began to fill with sperm.
"Oh shit!" the fat man screamed. "I'm cumming!"
At the same time, the sucking young redhead could feel the gush of her own hot juices seeping through the bunched mesh of her panties to anoint the heel of her shoe. She was cumming, too! And only the mouthful of what felt like a pint of semen kept her from crying out in her release. God, the man was an absolute reservoir of the sticky stuff!
Desperately, thrilled to the very core of her being, Vikki sucked and swallowed to keep from gagging as her mouth filled and emptied at least a half-dozen times. She shivered lewdly one last time, as the swollen nipples of her breasts scraped over the edge of the chair cushion to hang like ripened fruit beneath her heaving chest. It was over. Complete. Done.
Garfield's thick deflated prick slipped from her mouth and he could see thin sticky strings of his hot sperm still connecting her face to his flesh, even though it was now several inches away from her lips. Vikki's breathing was wet, as though her mouth and nose were completely covered with moisture. She groaned and flopped her head sideways to his heavy belly, her body limp as a doll's, held in place only by the pressure of the shoe at the juncture of her satiny thighs.
Garfield strained forward and emptied the last of his cum deep inside her throat, then released his hands from her braided hair as he felt himself deflating inside the obscenely flooded hole of her mouth.
Vikki slithered back until she rested on her haunches before the panting and exhausted fat man. "Well?" she queried. "Was I as good as Elgin said I was?" Her glue-gray eyes sparkled mirthfully, her nose wrinkled pertly in a tease.
Garfield looked down at her over the heaving mound of his stomach and winked lewdly. "Miss Haydon," he smiled, "you are a very talented girl!"
Chapter 3
Carol Bauer tossed fitfully on the couch at the end of a very disturbing nap. After an exhausting day at the University of Pennsylvania where she was spending the summer working on the last few credits she needed to graduate with her Bachelor's in secondary education, and coming home to an empty house, she'd thought that a few unscheduled winks would do her good. But then, it hadn't worked out that way at all. What had seemed at first a quiet house echoed with the sound of her son's missing laughter the way it had with his father, Fred's, when she'd lost him five years ago in Viet Nam.
Grant was only eleven when Fred was killed, and he'd taken it pretty hard. He'd been really close to his Army Captain father, and it had really kept Carol hopping these past years trying to be both father and mother, sole support of the family, and college student. It wasn't easy, particularly the last year or so, when she'd watched Grant grow from a boy to a young man who was not only a physical replica of Fred, but had much of the same spunkiness that had attracted her to him in the first place.
Unfortunately, it was that same free spirit that had made her concede that it was either pack him off to her sister, Vikki's, for the summer, or forget about getting her degree. Six credits in microbiology was a big enough load without keeping track of a young "stud" who'd just reached beer-bust age.
Carol stretched out on the long divan and yawned. "Oh, shit," she cursed under her breath. "Shit. Shit. Shit!" For all her good intentions, she was bored. The big two-story frame house was like a tomb with Grant in New York, and the dream she'd just had was enough to remind her just how precarious her love life had been of late. Precarious, hell, it was downright non-existent!
Even as she lay there staring at the ceiling, Carol could remember the dream she'd just had in all its infinite detail. It was as if Fred had been right there in the same room with her it had been so real ... Right up to the point where Fred's face had changed to Grant's and had brought her rigidly awake. Good God, she flinched inwardly, imagine dreaming about making love to my own son! And yet, she couldn't deny the tingling sexual awareness the dream had released within her, pent up for so very long, just waiting for the proper moment to rear its evil head. Not Grant! she admonished herself primly. Anybody but Grant! And suddenly, her mind returned to the same sexual thoughts that had been plaguing her for most of the long, dreary day.
Her nipples were still swollen from the arousal her erotic dreaming had caused; the flesh between her legs felt moist and tingling. Unconsciously, she rubbed her thighs together. She wanted to be fucked. Oh, Fred ... Oh God, anybody ...!
Her mind drifted back to the last night she and her ruggedly handsome, career soldier husband had spent together before he'd shipped out to Viet Nam. God, how she remembered! Suddenly, she was sitting up and stripping out of her light cotton dress, then leaning back again with her bare feet resting on the edge of the coffee table. Her hands found her naked breasts and weighed them, lifting first one, and then the other, her lips planting a hot wet kiss on each turgid nipple in turn, Oh, how she wished someone were there to suck them for her!
Her right hand left her breasts then, fluttering lightly over her slender abdomen to the soft inner flesh of her thighs, then back up to the juncture of her legs. Her fingers teased and twirled in the soft coppery curls of her pussy, tracing downward to graze lightly against the inflamed coral nub of her clitoris. Oh, that's gooooood! she flinched against the electric sensations. All ready to screw, and nobody here to do it!
It was pure fantasy and she knew it, pretending what it would be like to go to bed with someone who wasn't her husband. Still, she couldn't deny the erotic sensations such thoughts brought to her still-beautiful thirty-four-year-old body.
The palm of one hand cupped her prominent Mound of Venus, her long-nailed middle finger laying lightly in the crevice of her pussy without entering, the tip of her nail gently scraping at the quivering erect bud of her clitoris. Tiny shudders of lascivious pleasure rifled through her belly, causing the juices of her pussy to flow increasingly. She began to rub the entire length of her outer labia, while dipping her finger into her satin flesh. Then, entering slowly to the first knuckle-only to withdraw, repeating the entire process over again, a little deeper each time- until her entire finger was buried to the palm of her hand. Ohhh ...! she moaned. That feels sooo gooooood ...! Yet somehow, she wished it were a little larger.
The remaining hand continued to maul and tweak the puffy strawberry nipples of her breasts, teasing the tips outwards and pinching them with her fingernails in time to the delicate sensations in her pussy below. Her mind tripped again on the hot, blatantly sexual thoughts she was having. What would it be like to be free, like Vikki? she wondered. What would it be like to be able to say "yes" to a man just because he turned you on, and not because he looked like a hot marriage prospect?
Her own brazeness fused in Carol's mind and made her increase the rhythm of the finger fucking into her tenderly grasping cunt. What would it be like to be a whore? She slid down a little further on the couch and spread her legs apart even more than they already were. Her free hand continued its mindless fondling of her breasts and nipples, pinching them almost cruelly and sending jolts of painful sensuality through her that mingled with the boiling, churning thrills coming from below.
She was going to cum! And, she knew that it would be a sweet and searing release, like nothing she had experienced since the death of her husband. Her voluptuous naked body grew tense, her ponderous breasts jiggled like gelatin, as she sawed her slender middle finger in and out, in and out, in and ... Oh, it just isn't big enough!
On trembling legs, the young mother flew across the room and wrested the larger of a pair of unused candles from its holder on the mantel of the fireplace. She was too far gone now, too committed to obtaining the release she so desperately and deservedly needed, to stop what she was doing.
It thrilled her to see the waxen object disappearing into her body like a make-believe penis, and she shivered delightedly from head to toe as the prickly unscorched wick made contact with her sensitive cervix. Her perspiring hips undulated wildly now, hunching forward like a mating mink, her tender inner labia-her pussy lips-clinging to the rigid taper like a viscid coat of paint on the out stroke.
A lewd relaxation came over her then, as with a wanton will she never knew she possessed, she relaxed her tensely tightened vaginal muscles as her lips pumped back and forth. She shoved the glistening candle all the way up her pussy and wiggled with delight from the pleasurable feelings it gave her. More than anything else, she wanted to be fucked.
Fucked! The word fused in her mind obscenely, exciting her all the more. She stared in fascination at her nakedly huddled body, her huge white breasts quivering savagely in time to her sinful masturbation. Below, her juices leaked incessantly into the material of the couch.
It began as a ripple, then grew to a crashing crescendo, as she felt the electric warmth grow outward from her pussy until her entire body trembled with lustful anticipation. And then, her body tensed, her mouth gasping for air, she arrived at the point she'd so fervently sought between heaven and delicious hell. SHE WAS CUMMING ...!
Gradually, the crisis passed, Carol got to her feet and headed for the bathroom to find something to swab up the mess on the couch. Ashamedly, she chastised herself for her weakness the minute, practically, that Grant had left the house. And then, with maternal affection, she smiled softly at his memory and hoped that he was enjoying himself at his Aunt Vikki's.
* * *
Grant could hardly believe what was happening as he watched Angel get to her feet and move towards him, her hands planted lewdly on her hips, a smile of sensuous delight lighting up her beautiful dark face. "Well, sugar?" she repeated. "I asked you a question!"
Grant swallowed dryly. "N-No," he managed, "I've never m-made it with a ... a black chick, Angel." Make it, shit, his mind burned embarrassedly, the only girl he'd ever seen naked was little Janie Cunningham ... and even then, they'd only played with each other!
Angel's eyes had suddenly softened, and she moved over to where Grant was sitting, and sat down beside him on the arm of the chair. She was so close he could feel the pulsing warmth of her faintly musky flesh through the material of her dress. His heart began to pound and the blood rushed roaring to his head.
"What's the matter, honey, don't you like me?"
"Y-Yes ... I think you're ... you're fabulous, Angel," he blurted, blushing like a schoolboy.
"Well, I think you're pretty sweet yourself," she smiled. And then, reaching down, she touched the burning bulge of his awakening cock through the thin fabric of his slacks.
Grant jerked back like he'd just received an electric shock. His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened as he stared at the alluring black girl who was sitting so close to him. He thought for a brief moment that he had imagined her dynamic touch, but he hadn't ... because her slender fingers were still lightly squeezing the swollen expanse of his trembling penis!
"Do you like my hand on your cock?" she asked, her sensuous mouth parted in a provocative smile.
"Y-Yes, I do ... I mean ... we shouldn't ... I mean, what about Aunt Vikki?"
"Your 'Aunt Vikki's' got all she can handle right now, lover!"
The excruciating pressure increased on his throbbing penis and he thought he'd jump right out of the chair from the wild jolts coursing through his groin, as if his cock had expanded out of all proportion and was already threatening to burst the confines of his trousers.
"MMMmmm! ... I can feel it getting nice and big already," she piped, her eyes half-closed in excitement.
"A-Angel, we shouldn't ..." Grant started, not knowing what it was that he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her to stop, because it wasn't right that he should be sitting there with his Aunt Vikki's roommate playing with his prick like that. And yet, his young brain was reeling with the excitement of it all. No, I don't really want her to stop ... I want it to go on forever!
"Let me take it out now, sugar ... It's getting so big it'll break your zipper pretty soon!"
Without waiting for a response, Angel worked down the steel closure and extracted Grant's painfully swollen cock as if she'd been extracting painfully swollen cocks all her life.
The entranced young nephew of her roommate moaned through passion-clenched teeth at the soft cool touch of her fingers on his tingling flesh, and he lay back ecstatically against the back cushion of the chair. "Oh, jeez, Angel, keep doing what you're doing ... Your hand feels fabulous!"
Angel smiled down at the aroused young nephew. She was really glad that she turned him on; he was good for her ego. He was almost worshipful, and that gave her a big kick. And now, now she was going to do something for him by way of a little 'thank you" for his adulation. "Grants honey," she droned huskily, would you like me to suck it for you?"
A lascivious shiver of excitement coursed through him as he listened to her obscene words. Suck his cock! His brain began to spin at the very suggestion. To feel his cock between those velvety chocolate lips of hers ... to bury it in her hot wet mouth ... it was like the impossible dream! But, sweet Jesus, that's what she'd said, wasn't it? Suck his cock!
"If you're worried about Vikki, don't," she advised. "It's none of her fucking business ... It's just between you and me."
Grant knew he couldn't resist her any longer. He didn't want to resist her any longer. And, anyway, Angel was right; it was just between the two of them. It wasn't as if he was some sort of goddam kid, for Christ's sake!
"I'd love to put your big lovely cock in my mouth, Grant, sugar, and suck and lick it until it cums right in my mouth. ..." As she continued her lewd monotone, Angel's lovely ebony face moved closer to the pounding length of his penis jutting up from between his legs, until he could feel her warm breath on its sensitively squirming surface. Her eyes were bright and glassy with lust and she was running the tip of her pink tongue over her glistening lips. Jesus ... she was going to actually suck him off!
Grant moaned deep within his throat at the first searing touch of Angel's delicate tongue against his burning penis. Shivers of unbearable excitement tumbled through him and he thought his blood-inflated member would burst at the seams from the mounting sensation of lust that rippled through his body.
Her tongue continued to swirl and lick expertly at the hotly pulsating length of teenage flesh, dipping and probing into all its swollen thickly pulsing hollows. It played along the webbed under surface and then darted up to graze beneath the flaring cap of the head, causing it to burgeon still more fully in its passion.
"MMMmmm ... aaaHHHHHH!" Grant couldn't control the groans which emanated from his lips any more than he could control the shudders which convulsed his body and made him jerk spasmodically against Angel's pleasure-giving tongue.
"I can see you like it, sugar," the young negress purred, flicking her smoky brown eyes over his twitching body. "Now I'm going to take it all the way inside, okay? You'll really dig that, baby!"
Grant drew in his breath sharply and couldn't help looking down in surprised pleasure when he saw her open her mouth wide and then enclose the hard rubbery head of his cock between her wetly closing lips.
"Oh, wow ... WOW!" he gasped raggedly. "Your mouth is heaven!"
The sight of Angel's purple-rouged lips stretched round over his thrusting penis added to his already tumultuous pleasure and he thought he had never seen a more provocatively moving sight in his young life. Her face was mirrored with sensual interest and she was completely engrossed in her lewd task. Janie Cunningham would never do this, he mused in anguished silence.
Angel absorbed the young teenager's staff of white flesh until her mouth was only a fraction-of-an-inch away from the sturdy base buried in dark wiry pubic curls. Her hand reached up and began to squeeze his churning balls, gently massaging, making his still-swelling cock grow even larger. Her hotly sucking oral cavern formed a heated pressure-seal on his seeping gland-seed and her cheeks hollowed and puffed as she continued to pump and suck.
"Jesus, Angel, no one can suck like you do ...!" he murmured as he felt her agile tongue dip into the tiny glands opening at the tip, drawing out the small bead of premature cum which lurked there.
The young nephew's head was whirling around and his body felt suddenly wet and clammy. The warmly welcoming walls of her mouth revolved around him and he felt as if he were being bodily transported to another world. His breath was coming in ragged gasps now and his pelvis was jerking forward with quickening movements, wanting this incredible sensation to go on forever but knowing it couldn't. His seething sperm was gathering in his balls, frenziedly assisted by Angel's pummeling hand, and he knew that he had to have release ... and soon!
His hands reached down and tangled in the billowed softness of the black girl's red-tinted "natural" as he pushed her sucking face down even further on his pounding organ. Her beautifully even features were flushed with perspiration and her cocoa complexion was beginning to glisten excitedly.
"Oh, shit, Angel ... I don't think I can hold off much more!" he half-shouted in his mounting need.
Instantly, Angel withdrew her vacuum-like mouth.
"W-What are you doing?" he demanded as the cool air hit his cock. "Why did you stop sucking!"
"Why, baby?" she dimpled up at him. "Well, a girl's got her needs, too, y'know!"
Grant looked anguished. "Y-You mean you want me to ... to-"
"Eat me, sugar? No, not right now anyway." She got to her feet then, taking Grant's hand and urging him to do the same with a gentle tug. "Let's go in the bedroom and fuck, baby," she suggested.
Grant followed the beautiful young black girl into the bedroom like a puppet drawn along on an invisible string, hastily stripping out of his pants and shirt along the way and helping Angel with her zipper. Inside the poshly furnished room, he sat down on the edge of the satin-covered circular bed to watch her finish undressing. His cock still stood out as straight as a bowsprit, pulsing and leaking in anticipation.
Like a professional stripper, Angel ran her hands sensuously up and down her ripely curved hips, barely touching the nylon-covered flesh of her lower thighs with her fingertips. The very realization that Vikki's young nephew's eyes were feasting on her statuesque ebony body gave her a thrill of lurid satisfaction. She could almost feel the quickening pulse of his voyeuristic desire and was exhilarated by the power she held over him. She could go fast or slow, depending on her mood, and in that fashion, she could control the teenager's excitement as she wished.
Carefully, she rolled down one nylon stocking, revealing soft chocolate skin as she did so. She eased it down over her knee and her slender ankle, then cast it carelessly on the floor beside her discarded dress. She lifted the long shapely leg, stretching it upwards until Grant could see the cords standing out in relief against her inner thigh. With her hands on her hips now, the statuesque black model stood there wearing a low-cut brassiere, and as she turned around, he could see the beginning of the split between her asscheeks above her skimpy bikini panties.
The aroused young nephew was quivering with continued excitement and the room seemed suddenly too small for him. He had never seen a stripper perform before, but he felt certain that Angel Manning was more exciting than any of them. She exuded sex from her very pores, and her every movement was a mastery of erotic titillation.
With bated breath, he watched as she began to unsnap the garters that held the remaining stocking in place, then stripped both garter belt and panties from her slender legs in one swift motion. Excitement was running through him like an electric current. He could hardly stand it. The spiked-out tips of her blackberry-like nipples protruded like a pair of jungle spears from the surrounding aureoles and a fleeting glimmer of scarlet flesh became suddenly visible between the slightly flaring lips of her velvet pussy.
"Tell me you want to fuck me," she demanded softly.
"Yes, I want to," he hissed up at her.
"Then tell me!" she insisted.
"I-I want to fuck you!" he half-shouted.
Quickly, she climbed onto the bed with him and forced him back as she took up a nakedly reclining position beside him. "How do you want to fuck me, sugar?" she queried huskily into his ear, her long black legs spread and inviting as she pulled him on top of her.
"H-Hark, Angel ... I want to fuck you deep and hard ... like you've never been fucked before ..." He let his voice trail off, uncertain of what to say next, his own lewdly-uttered phrasing sounding as strange to his inexperienced ears as the dialog of a B-grade skin flick.
"OOOooohhh!" Angel moaned in her heartfelt passion for the fresh-bodied young man. "Get it on before I die, sugar!"
He suddenly felt in control of the situation as her whole body quivered beneath his touch and she limply allowed him to press her fully aroused body into contact with his own. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her black buttocks and cupped the satiny cheeks in his strong young fingers.
They were as beautifully shaped and as firm as he had expected them to be, and her body was warm and undulating lewdly up against him as she raised her face to his, locking her mouth wetly over his in a searing kiss. Then, she reached down between their tightly locked bellies for the swollen hardness of his cock. The young teenager gasped aloud as the coolness of Angel's fingers closed firmly around the shaft that was still wet from her mouthing's of moments before. He pressed forward inexpertly, his enthusiasm almost, but not quite, matching the black girl's experience. She toyed with him but for a second longer before centering the head of his eager young cock at the entrance to her cunt.
"Now, baby," she soothed, "real easy ... nice and slow ... that's it, like thaaat!"
Even Grant was surprised at how easy an entry it had been. Angel was tight, but she was wet, too. Wet and hot ... and delicious! "Oh, Christ, Angel!" he stammered. "You're fantastic!"
"Oh, you feel sooo nice sugar!" she returned heavily into his burning ears, shoving the smooth plane of her stomach tightly against him.
Her long almond-shaped nails trailed hotly across Grant's virile young back, leaving slight red welts in their path. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her firmly rounded asscheeks in the palms of his hands and pulling her yielding ebony loins up tighter against him. He moved slowly up and down, insinuating the pounding hardness of his lust-distended cock along the heated wetness of her gaping vaginal slit, sensing it grow wetter and wetter still with each passing second. Angel's trembling buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against Grant's throbbing loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his body, her slender calves locking solidly against the small of his back and boring him yet deeper into her succulent black flesh.
"Oh, Grant, baby," she cried out in her passion, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ...!"
Spurred on by the nineteen-year-old model's lusty words, young Grant Bauer shoved his painfully swollen rod deep into her cunt for all he was worth, fucking into her like a pile driver, his pelvis smacking loudly against hers with his efforts. It couldn't last much longer, he realized, what with her sucking of him just before, and his virtual lack of experience with self-control. He could only hope that she would be ready when the time came ... and the time was now!
"Ohhhshittt!" he bellowed as he realized that the end had, at last, come. "Oh, fuuuuuuckiiitttttt!"
Beneath him, Angel fought furiously for her own release. She had felt his strong young body tense even before he had begun to spew his load, and felt somewhat to blame for having sucked him so long earlier. Still, with a little effort, she just might make it, after all!
Grant moaned again as he felt the steaming seminal fluid boil up from his balls and begin to squirt deep into Angel's voracious cunt. His exploding prick felt like a jerking machine gun mowing down a row of imagined foes, but his passionate release was tempered by his humiliation over his failure to bring Angel across with him. But then, just then, he felt her tense beneath him, her pelvis momentarily arched upwards and frozen solidly against his emptying tube of flesh.
"I'MMMCUMMMMINNNGGTOOO!"
And then, she was in motion again, screwing as furiously and as copiously as the slaving teenager who'd just fucked her to completion on his first attempt. MMMmmm, she thought delightedly, if he's this much of a man at sixteen, imagine what he'll be by the time he turns twenty-one ...!
Chapter 4
By one o'clock the following day, it was ninety-one degrees and balmy, and Vikki and Angel sat brunching on the apartment's tiny California-style lanai overlooking busy Eighty-Second Avenue below. Grant was up and showered early-despite the effects of his first honest-to-God hangover-in anticipation of a Yankee double header with the Milwaukee Brewers, and had gone before his Aunt Vikki had even awakened.
"So he's really as food as all that," Vikki winked over her forkful of French Toast.
Angle nodded enthusiastically as she poured out second cups of morning coffee. "He was a little nervous at first," she continued with her explanation, "but once we got started, wow!"
Vikki nodded understandingly, forfeiting her fork in favor of the steaming elixir in her cup. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Angel, robbing the cradle like that!"
"Cradle!" Angel exploded in a peal of laughter. "Hey, there's only a couple of years difference in our ages, Vik-"
"Three," Vikki corrected.
"Two, three ... it's close enough." She carved herself a wedge of toast. "Furthermore, sugar, what do you call it when you're planning the same thing!"
"Me!" the young aunt defended with mock innocence. "Why I'd never dream of such a thing!"
"Dream, no. Scheme, yes."
"Well-"
"Aw c'mon, kid, this is Angel, remember? ... You've got the hots for the kid as much as I do!"
"Well," Vikki continued nonplussed, "since you put it like that ..."
Angel took a sip of coffee to clear her throat. "Any idea how you're gonna go about it?" she questioned.
"No," her roommate admitted. "Any suggestions?"
"He seems an intelligent and fanciful young man-"
"We'll approach it from that angle, then," Vikki completed for her.
"Pass the sugar, sugar."
* * *
Carol Bauer tossed nervously in her bed at one-thirty in the afternoon. It wasn't like her to be sleeping so late, but she just couldn't bring herself to get up and face an empty house. Half-sleeping, half-awake, she jerked and moaned in anguished self-pity, and remorse over her inexcusable actions the night before. Why, oh why did it have to happen? she fretted in her semi-daze. Why am I thinking about sex all the time when I'm supposed to be studying?
She stretched out one perfectly formed leg against the scratchy-clean surface of the white muslin sheets and sighed deeply. Then, with a yawn, she drifted painfully back to sleep ... and the dream she'd been having about her wedding night ...
Carol had been looking forward to her first night with Fred for so very long-she had absolutely no idea it would turn out as it had. She and her handsome fiance had been engaged for over a year before the "big day" had, at last, arrived and they were saying the very words that would unite them, " 'til death do you part. "Then, under a colorful shower of rice and confetti at the Episcopal church in South Philly, they had ducked into the waiting cab which had taken them directly to the airport for the flight to Niagara Falls and their honeymoon.
Fred had kissed her passionately all the way there, whispering into her ear all the exciting things he planned to do to her as soon as he had her alone. After being "good" for so long in compliance with her wishes to remain chaste until her wedding night, he felt he had a "right" to get a little passionate. Carol, on the other hand, was half-frightened by his sudden ardor. It was so totally unexpected.
As if the situation wasn't confusing enough for the pretty red-haired bride, there had been the usual three-and-a-half-hour delay in leaving the airport because of heavy air traffic. Then, the weather was so bad when they put down for refueling in Albany that there was another four-hour wait. Finally, bleary-eyed and bordering on exhaustion, they arrived at Niagara only to find that their reservations hadn't been recorded.
They waited another two hours in the lobby as the clerk who had supposedly booked their suite argued and gesticulated with the hotel manager. Eventually, they were shown up to considerably less luxurious accommodations, and it was then that Carol noticed that Fred was in a high state of angry frustration.
So tired that she could hardly think straight, the seventeen-year-old bride had begun to carefully lay out her new nightgown and slippers. Then, she had collected her toilet articles from her cosmetic case and, tossing Fred her most girlishly alluring smile on the way, she had gone to the bathroom to prepare herself for her handsome new husband. She was still nervous about what lay ahead, and when she felt the pressure on the other side of the bathroom door as she tried to close it-pressure caused by Fred's shoulder as he fought to keep her from closing it-her nervousness gave way to genuine alarm.
"F-Fred!" she protested uselessly. "W-What are you doing?"
"Let me in, goddamit!" he barked hoarsely in a voice that was strange to her ears. "You've held out long enough!"
She had stared at him in surprise as he had won the victory at the door, and the expression she found there in his eyes caused her blood to run cold with fear. He was like a coiled cobra ready to strike, a twisted mask of desperation distorting his chiseled features. And then, before she could calculate an appropriate response, he had his strong fingers entwined around one slender wrist and was pulling her forcefully back through the open door.
"Ohhh, don't, please, Fred!" the young wife of but a few hours whimpered. "I-I have to get myself ready first!"
"You can get ready in a fuckin' minute," Fred Bauer growled at her. "First, I want you to get your pretty little ass undressed and let me have a look at what I've been waiting for all this time! ... You've been torturing me for a goddam year, and now you're gonna come across if I have to break your legs!"
Violently twisting her wrist, he flung her towards the huge queen bed and she had staggered to a stop with her back to the foot of the mattress. Her soft blue eyes blurred with tears of humiliation and mounting rage over the indignities he was so pointlessly and unmercifully subjecting her to, she opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Her horror had left her virtually speechless.
"I said strip!" he commanded.
Too scared to do otherwise, Carol slowly and reluctantly began to undo the top buttons of her tweed travel suit while staring blankly at the man she had so unbelievingly agreed to spend her whole life with. Blinded by her tears, she heard the unmistakable sounds of his belt buckle being unfastened and the soft metallic whir of his zipper being drawn open. Then, suddenly, she felt his hand under her own at the front of her short jacket.
Instantly, her vision cleared and she found him standing before her completely naked. To her virgin eyes, his cock looked like a dancing cobra as it reared up out of his loins. It's ... huge! she thought desperately.
It had only taken him a moment to tear her jacket and matching skirt from her body, and she sobbed and sucked in her breath as Fred tangled his fingers in the frilly white lace of her half-slip. It was the first time she had ever worn the garment, but he jerked it brutally downward, ripping the flimsy material to shreds before throwing it to the floor. Then, he grabbed her up in his arms and crushed her to him, wetly kissing her mouth and then her neck with fumbling lecherous fervor.
Carol grew suddenly limp in his embrace, as though she were about to lose her balance and fall. Fred then guided her backwards to the bed until the edge of the mattress caught her behind the knees and caused her to fall, legs spread-eagled, her stricken eyes staring glassily toward the ceiling as if in some hypnotic trance. Fred bent down over her prostrate form, jerking off her thin nylon bra with one impatient motion, revealing her heaving white breasts to his lusty eyes for the first time since they had known each other. Carol whimpered forlornly and covered her tear-wet eyes with her arm to block out the sight of Fred's face. It was distorted by passionate fury into an unrecognizable visage from some dreadful nightmare.
As she remembered those frantic first minutes of her wedding night, the grownup Carol tossed fitfully in her empty bed and loosed a broken sigh from her lips. If only he had had more self-control, she thought as if it had just happened, if only ... But no, he'd acted like an insane rapist and nearly spoiled the whole thing ...! And, once again, her thoughts returned to the distant past.
She had felt him move down over her, his wet lips brushing up her naked side, and he had fastened his teeth cruelly into the nipple of her right breast. She had groaned up at him in pain, attempting to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands, playing roughly over the firm softness of her thighs and hips, kept her pressed into the mattress. His questing lips roamed wetly over the white palpitating mounds of her breasts, causing a blissful unwilling twitch that descended to her loins below.
Carol had almost begun to hope that he would wait and turn more gentle and loving in his approach, but then, suddenly, his hands moved together along her hips. Fred hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties and, in a single motion, tore them from Carol's recoiling body. She was lying before him completely naked then, his unfeeling actions making her feel like some cheap little trick he'd picked up off the streets.
She lay panting under his gaze, frightened and disappointed, her blue eyes still covered with the back of her arm, listening to his coarse breathing as he took in the delicious sight of her nakedly exposed body. Then, she heard his voice, like that of a stranger standing at a great distance.
"You're gonna get fucked good, now!" he promised lewdly. "Now, spread those pretty white legs and let me see your pussy!"
Carol moaned incoherently in response to Fred's obscene mouthing's, mortified at being talked to like a whore. And yet, despite her fear and weakened resistance, she could not force herself to reopen her legs to let him see her defenseless cunt below. But Fred was not to be denied again.
Suddenly, she felt his rough hands pressing outwards on the insides of her trembling thighs, forcing them to yield to the relentless pressure there. The frightened young bride had heard the hissing intake of his breath and knew instinctively that he had caught sight of her feminine core. She knew that he could see the tight coppery curls surrounding her narrow pussy-slit, and she reluctantly removed her shielding arm to see his face between the voluptuous twin peaks of her breasts just before he moved down to get a better look at the treasure between her satin thighs.
She watched his tongue flicker wetly over his tightly stretched lips as he stared at her naked flesh, until, with an animal-like groan that seemed to emanate from the depths of his being, he threw himself on top of her.
His hands were all over her, grasping desperately at her quivering white breasts, pinching all around the smoothness of her buttocks pinned to the mattress beneath, grappling her firm and innocent young body up tighter against his own as if he wanted to crush the very life out of her. His right hand fumbled down between their bodies as he took the throbbing length of his penis between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the tender lips of her vulva. Carol turned her head to one side, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt the blunt tip come into contact with the sensitive outer flanges of her still-virgin sex. She gasped and held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying absolutely still in subjugated helplessness beneath her new husband, not daring even to breathe until he made his next move.
"Noooooo, please wait!" she pleaded at last, her voice trembling as she felt the first shocking pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He shoved.
"AAAuuuRRRgggHHH!" she cried in anguish. "I-It's ... too bigggggg!"
Agonizingly, the huge tip slipped through, stretching wide the narrow pussy channel until Carol thought her thighs would be cleaved in two from the relentless spreading pressure. Suddenly Fred's demoniacally twisted face had taken on a contorted expression of raw lust as he looked down at the lithe form of his child-bride.
Carol was hopelessly pinned beneath his weight, the head of his pulsing organ buried deep in the russet coils of her pubic hair. He fell forward then, his heaviness smashing her full white breasts tightly back against his hairy chest. He thrust forward at the same time, his hard thick cock slipping into her pussy like a merciless length of lead pipe, forcing the moistly clinging flesh of her interior walls apart before it. There was no stopping until, with a deep-throated groan, his testicles slapped heavily into the quivering moons of her naked ass.
"Oh, dear God!" she wailed beneath him, her legs flailing out to the side as she tried to ease the searing pain of her abruptly ended virginity.
She had never felt so utterly filled in her life, and Fred's impaling rock-hard cudgel felt as if it had ripped her vagina into shreds as he slammed into her without the slightest consideration for her comfort or well-being. And then, without a moment's hesitation, the impassioned young groom began to make long gliding strokes in and out of his new bride's tortured cunt, groaning with each inward thrust as though he wished to pierce her through and through.
Carol tossed fitfully in her bed as the memory sped on like an obscene kaleidoscope. She could barely remember those following painful minutes of her late husband's first love making, because the transition that had followed had been nearly overwhelming. Despite her initial horror and physical discomfort, she had undergone some kind of miraculous metamorphosis-she'd actually begun to like it!
As the young bride slowly lost her will to resist, she felt her pussy becoming increasingly more viscid and open around Fred's ravishing swollen cock. She started screwing her vagina up and down on the turgid staff of flesh, pinning her legs back against her shoulders, wanting to take him to the hilt in her quivering belly, until it protruded from her very throat. She no longer had any pride left. In her young mind, she had been thrown back to some primeval forest and, like a jungle beast, was no longer accountable for her sins, real or imagined.
The delighted young husband wasn't sure what had happened, but he knew that he had somehow unknowingly tapped that bit of whore that lives inside all women. He braced himself on his knees and elbows above her wildly thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping lips of her ravished cunt nibble up and down his now-accustomed length, driving the hotly expanding head of his cock against the sensitive nub of Carol's cervix.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhh!" she groaned out of control as Fred's entire invading hardness fucked into her, the power of his thrusts driving her heaving white buttocks pitilessly down into the mattress beneath their sweating bodies.
Wasting no time, now that he had her responding with every inch of her wantonly rocking body, Bauer reached under her grinding ass-cheeks and slipped his extended middle finger along the widely spread crevice between their rounded half-moons. Finally, he found the tiny puckered opening of her anus and thrust his curious digit in to the second knuckle in the tightly clenched little orifice.
Carol grunted in pain at the unexpected intrusion into her rectal opening. Her slender feet jerked erotically in the air above her new husband's muscular back, her toes curling spasmodically in her sheer nylons. He'd hurt her again, but this time she enjoyed the pain for the knowledge that it would soon bring pleasures still more acute. Through the thin wall of flesh that separated the finger in her asshole from the prick in her slippery pink cunt, Fred Bauer could feel the ridges on his cock rippling through the warm wet waves of flesh.
As Carol began to moan and grunt like an incoherent pig, the young husband grinned lewdly down at her lust-contorted face as he rammed his pelvis forward with a vengeance. With each bone-jarring thrust, she gyrated her own viscid crotch down smoothly over Fred's slippery hardness. He thrust his probing finger further into her creamy asshole until it was buried to the palm of his hand, then withdrew to the tip, only to repeat the entire process to his bride's growing delight. He had her hopelessly, deliciously, lewdly impaled between finger and penis, and was thoroughly enjoying the erotic torture he was subjecting her to. Her copiously flowing juices ran down the slender white columns of her exposed upper thighs and onto the mattress. She strained back against him, arching her loins against his driving pelvis and twitching back down onto his wiggling middle finger. She moaned incessantly, her head flailing from side to side on the crumpled bedspread, her body a mass of electric tingles that shot through it, half in pain, and half in pleasure.
"AAAuuuurrrggghhh!" she grunted as he began buffeting her yet harder in lewd rhythm between his hand and the growing column of his penile flesh. He could feel its thickness expanding more and more with each thrust he made up into the wet hot passage, its relentless lust fed by the very helplessness of his bride. Carol could feel the stone-hard shaft thicken enticingly inside her ever-moistening vagina. She was given no relief from the hotly building crest of pleasure climbing, climbing deep within her trembling belly.
"Harder, Fred ... Oh, darling ... Harder!" the young wife of just a few hours chanted in time to the drubbing she was receiving from her young stud of a husband. Huge waves of delicious sensation raced through her entire body, until she felt like it was an expanding balloon of joy, filling, filling, until she was ready to burst.
She sucked wildly on the tongue that had suddenly found its way into her mouth, wanting her every bodily orifice to be filled to completion. Nothing else seemed real; only the cock in her cunt and the finger worming in and out of her asshole had meaning for her at that moment.
And then, she felt great floods of her cum-juice gushing from the walls of her pussy, pouring forth in endless streams around Fred's hard fleshy rod slipping faster and faster into her. She seemed to be cumming forever, the fluids running out to bathe her husband's balls and probing hands. She thrust her velvet loins up at him with superhuman force, skewering herself hungrily on the thick pole of meat that pumped into her with a fury equal to her own. Her nostrils flared in passion, then a final gasp of breath issued from her O'ed lips as if all the wind had been knocked from her lungs.
Fred felt her surging climax as he drove his cock deeper inside her while her legs splayed out and waved in the air on either side of his perspiring body. He could feel the hotly jetting stream begin in his aching balls and rush down the length of his pulsing thickness, spewing wildly out into the very depths of her clasping womb. He was filling her completely, his hot seed overflowing with her own love-juices out of the succulent flesh of her pussy. Then, he gave one last low gasp as he emptied the last of his load into Carol's quivering belly, and collapsed like a broken marionette over her limply spread body.
They lay still for a long reflective moment, a loose tangle of arms and intertwined legs, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Then, Fred lifted himself from the unmoving form of his beautiful young wife, his deflating cock slipping lewdly from her cum-drenched furrow with a loud sucking noise.
Carol's still-lovely legs kicked straight out in the empty bed as the memory of her first climax brought her cruelly awake. If she didn't stop this nonsense of thinking about sex all the time, she knew she was going to go stark raving nuts. It certainly wasn't doing her studies any good, that was for sure, and her little "episode" with the candle the night before had left her feeling sexier-and dirtier-than she'd ever felt before in her life. And yet, even now, she had to consciously resist the temptation to touch herself down there again. God, it would be better to just go out and pick somebody up, than that! she mused. But then, she knew she couldn't do that, either ... it was too far removed from her inborn sense of propriety ... she was a thirty-four-year-old mother of a teenage boy, not some irresponsible adolescent ... No, it was completely out of the question to be entertaining such thoughts ... wasn't it?
Chapter 5
When Grant returned from the ball game, it was already getting on to six o'clock, and he was surprised to find not a single light on in the entire apartment. "Aunt Vikki?" he called out. "Angel? ... Anybody home?"
Nothing.
He went directly to the closet in the foyer to hang up his wind breaker, then moved to the kitchen and began to extract from the cupboards the necessary ingredients to construct himself a peanut butter sandwich.
"Oh, Vikki, ohhh ...!"
Jeez, what was that? his startled brain registered the not-too-distant sound. Knife loaded with peanut butter frozen above a slice of bread, he listened again, sharply.
"Mmmyesss, sugar ... like that!"
This time there was no mistaking Angel Manning's silky-sultry voice. He moved cautiously towards it. It seemed to be coming from his Aunt Vikki's bedroom. But what ...?
Outside Vikki's room, Grant raised his hand to knock, then dropped it on second thought, standing uncertainly in the abbreviated hallway for a long minute while trying to decide what to do. In a way, he supposed that whatever was going on in his young aunt's room was none of his business-no matter what it was-but then, his curiosity was piqued, too!
Surreptitiously, careful not to make a single sound, the handsome young teenager dropped to one knee and peered through the keyhole. Holy Christ, his mind responded in a silent gasp to the unbelievable sight that assailed his impressionable young eyes, Aunt Vikki's kissing Angel's pussy!
Inside the bedroom, Angel's naked ebony beauty was sprawled lewdly on the enormous bed, her hollowing black buttocks propped high on a wadded goose feather pillow. Vikki, equally and voluptuously naked, knelt between her legs with her own delightful white ass raised high in the air behind her like that of a bitch dog in heat. The sounds of sucking could be heard clearly now that Grant had moved still closer to the door, and he felt the instantaneous beginnings of an erection in the confining folds of his under shorts.
"Oh, sugar, nobody can suck like you!" Angel was hissing out her passion again. "You've got a tongue like an anteater!"
Grant hastily unzipped his fly and pulled his turgid youthful hardness out into the open in anticipation of what was about to take place before his very eyes. He'd never even imagined what it would be like to watch two women making love together, and here it was not only going to happen, it was going to happen between his fantastically beautiful young aunt and her gorgeous black roommate!
Angel felt her clitoris quivering into lusty hardness, and knew it was peeking out from its little hooded canopy, enjoying the stab of ecstatic bliss as her friend's eager tongue grazed and caressed it. She was nearly overcome with wild, erotic sensations that danced and rippled through her loins and belly as she felt the tender lingual probings and tender kisses at the juncture of her tapering sepia thighs. God, she thought wickedly, you really are a black-hearted bitch, ain't ya! Another erotic tremor thrilled up her spine. Just a shameless nigger whore who fucks Honky-boys and lets their "aunties" suck your black pussy!
Vikki, her own sweet sex alive with little tingling tongues of excitement, hungrily pressed her lips still closer to the soft musky folds of her roommate's hair-fringed cuntal slit, her busy little hands behind her, squeezing and kneading the smooth and pliant flesh of Angel's naked ass. God, how she loved it! Her mouth became cruel, almost ravenous, in its efforts to absorb as much of the black girl's sweetly-perfumed sex into her mouth at once. Yet, oddly, her touch was very feminine, too. Gentle ... soothing ... exciting!
"Oh, sugar!" Angel stammered excitedly, her long-nailed fingers entwining in her girlfriend's thick red hair and pulling her sucking face yet closer to her sex. "Oh, fuck ... Oh, fuck and suck ...!" She babbled, nearly incoherent in her lust, her mind reeling and seething with sexy obscene thoughts. It wasn't often that she could con Vikki into eating her, as crazy as Vikki was about cocks, but when she did, like now as part of the plan to ensnare her own unsuspecting nephew ... wow and double wow! "Oh fuck, eat me, you redheaded honky slut!"
Vikki was nearly gasping, her lungs drawing air in short staccato bursts, never breaking the voluptuous wet contact between mouth and vagina. Even her nose was buried in Angel's weeping flesh, rubbing and teasing against the distended nub of the black model's scarlet clitoris. Oh, sweet fucking Jesus she loved to suck ... anybody ... anything!
"Oh, sugar!" Angel gasped again. "Oh, sugar!" She ground her pelvis wickedly back and forth in her roommate's eagerly devouring face. "OH, SUGAR!"
Grant shivered in lewd delight from his hiding place. His thick teenage cock pulsed wildly in his hand and beads of perspiration dotted his attentive brow. He had never imagined such filthy talk being rained against his beautiful young aunt before, and the mere idea of Angel's talking down to her like she was some kind of street trollop appealed to a dark sadistic side of his nature of which he'd been only vaguely aware. God, he could even make out the wispy red curls of hair surrounding her slightly spreading vaginal lips!
As if on cue, the twenty-seven-year-old aunt reached down between her kneeling legs, unceremoniously slipping two long fingers into the slender folds of her vaginal tract to rub there without actually entering as she continued her lewd lapping.
Angel shivered lewdly. "S-Stick your finger in my ass, Vikki," she suggested. "Shove it in as far as it will go!"
Vikki complied instantly, nearly tearing the tender interior flesh of Angel's tightly clenched asshole with the middle finger of her free hand. In a matter of seconds, the probing digital invader had found its way in to the hilt; it was buried to the palm of her hand and wriggling wildly.
And then, abruptly, Vikki stopped sucking and looked up at her girlfriend in a mixture of affection and lust. "Angel," she hissed, "turn around ... I want you to suck me, too!"
The young black beauty smiled wickedly, then pulled away to assume the required position. With eagerly parted legs, she felt Vikki's face resume its former pose, while her own twisted upwards to burrow into the tight nest of coppery curls now poised above her succulent lips. Instantly, she began to nurse and suck on the weeping nectar she found accumulated there in the redhead's passion. It tasted gamey, but clean and not in the least unpleasant.
Vikki, her own tongue busily working again in Angel's hot black cunt, shivered lewdly at the tingling sensation of her roommate's long pointed tongue probing the innermost depths of her vagina. It was doubly thrilling to be sucking Angel's pussy at the same time, in a wild and abandoned sixty-nine position that caused the two women to wiggle and twist around like a pair of rooting sows on the smooth satin bedspread. Vikki's desire flamed even hotter with the knowledge that soon, very soon, her own handsome nephew would be joining in the evening's festivities. Indeed, by some sixth sense, she already knew he was just outside her bedroom door, his swollen penis filling the palm of his sweaty little hand.
Grant could hardly believe what was taking place right before his very eyes as the two women in the next room lapped and sucked each other's pussy's into a pair of virtual froths. Nothing, not even time itself, could gain a foothold in his consciousness. All was now ... all was here ... all was flesh ...! He felt as if he might swoon with the very lust that threatened to consume him, body and soul. He grew careless. He moaned aloud.
Instantly, Grant's hand flew to his mouth as if that could in some measure stifle the effects of the sound he'd already allowed to escape in his blinding passion. His eyes went blurry for a second as his fevered young mind sought a solution, but even as the bedroom door swung open to bathe him in the dim light coming from a single bedside lamp, he knew it was too late.
"I ... I mean ... Oh God, Aunt Vikki, I-"
"I can see what the problem is, nephew," Vikki soothed as gently as possible under the circumstances. "Why don't you come in and let Angel and me take care if it for you?"
Grant's eyes cleared instantly. "H-Huh?" he queried disbelievingly. "Y-You mean you're not ... you're not mad?"
"Only for fucking," Vikki chirped. "Now why don't you come show your Aunt Vikki if you're as good as Angel says you are!"
The young man's half-deflated cock perked back up as he stared, still in the kneeling position, up at the towering nakedness of his young aunt's standing beauty. Her lovely red-haired pussy was level with and but inches from his quivering lips and he had to fight the urge to bury his face in it as he'd just been watching the young black girl do.
"Well?" Vikki pressed. "You're not going to go chicken on us, are you?"
Grant couldn't resist the delectable morsel before him, still glistening with Angel's saliva and Vikki's own juices, sparkling lewdly in the dim light like some primordial beacon. He fell forward, his unexpected weight nearly bowling the redhead over as his strong arms encircled her boyish buttocks, his face burrowing wetly into her muff. "Oh, Aunt Vikki," he sobbed in passionate admittance, "you're so ... beautiful!"
Vikki could barely suppress a giggle at the muffled confession coming from between her legs. Her young nephew's ardor was so fresh and genuine in comparison to those "creeps" like Richard Garfield that she was forever being forced to fuck and suck that it filled her with a powerful sense of exhilaration. Idly, she ran her slender fingers through his long brown hair and pressed her titian bush a little tighter to his adoring face.
"Hey, y'all," Angel chirped merrily from the bed behind them, "don't I get in on this, too ... Or is it 'family only' night?"
Vikki cast a knowing glance over her naked shoulder, then reached down to help her nephew to his feet. "C'mon, Grant baby, let's show Angel how it's done!"
Grant followed his mother's younger sister into the room like an obedient puppy, and stood by the side of the bed expectantly awaiting further instructions. Immediately, Vikki climbed up on the bed and resumed her former position astride the naked black girl. "Grant, honey," she suggested, "you get up behind me and screw me like a dog while I finish eating Angel."
The young nephew needed no further encouragement as he quickly shed the remainder of his clothing and inched up on the bed on his hands and knees behind the elevated dimpled haunches of his beautiful young Aunt Vikki. Quickly now, she reached down between her slightly parted legs and took his strong young cock in her tightly gripping fingers and guided it between the moist lips of her cunt, drawing it slowly back and forth through the hot slick furrow without entering. Then, she placed its bulbous youthful head at the mouth of her vagina, slowly inching her buttocks back towards him, letting her sex swallow his throbbing young prick into her with tortured patience.
"There!" she gasped around her cunt-filling tongue. "Now, just let it rest in there for a minute while you watch ... and learn the amazing wonder of women's nature."
Grant couldn't have answered if he'd wanted to. The hot moist walls of his aunt's pussy had sucked his cock right up into her, and as he half-knelt, half stood behind her, he could feel the sleek inner muscles tightening and relaxing like a mouth ... only better, and he couldn't hold himself back from flicking his hips back and forth as he tried to thrust further and further up into her.
Vikki felt her breath whipped away by the efforts of her nephew, plunging his excited young cock up into her voracious cunt from the rear. Before she realized what she was doing, she was raising her red-thatched pussy still higher for him and pushing back with a passion equal to his own. It was almost unreal the expertise with which he speared into her, pounding his virile young loins into her wide-spread ass-cleft until she could feel his bloated balls slap solidly against her erect and swollen clitoris.
Angel Manning, too, was caught up in the spirit of the moment. Not only could she see what Grant was up to behind his kneeling aunt, she could see also Vikki's voluptuous tongue thrusting in and out of her own nakedly dripping vaginal tract, catching occasional glimpses of the ragged edges of her cunt clinging to the slippery surface of the tongue jabbing into it.
Vikki's face wore an expression of bliss-filled enchantment as the black girl's pelvis flexed rhythmically in time to the obscene tongue fucking, while behind, she could feel the ever-increasing activities of her handsome young nephew as he sought to bring them both to rapid completion. Grant's total experience with sex had been the night before with the same black girl who's cunt she now so deliciously sucked, but the skill with which he sawed in and out of her fevered channel was such that she would have been hard pressed to believe it if she hadn't known otherwise.
Grant's eyes bulged wider and wider as he gaped at the ragged pink flanges of the protective, soft, fleshy folds around Vikki's pussy, drawing back with each powerful backstroke, then swallowing in again as he thrust forward, her eyes opening and closing in a glaze of passion. Sweet fucking Jesus, but she was the foxiest piece of ass in the world ... Even better than Angel, and that was going some! He panted heavily as he watched his rock-hard prick, moist with his aunt's secretions, pistoning into the coral-hued slit of her beautiful copper-haired cunt. The sight of her full, white, rounded buttocks, and her tightly puckered rectum above was nearly more than he could stand.
"Oh, dear sweet God, yesss!" Vikki hissed around the flesh seeping into her tender mouth. "Oh, baby, baby, BABY!"
Suddenly, she could feel with obscene delight the few tiny, springy pubic hairs around the base of Grant's strong young penis brushing tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her wide-spread ass-cheeks. She dropped from her elbows to allow him still easier access, at the same time pressing her face and nose up tightly against her friend's cunt, her heavy breasts squashing nearly flat against her upper thighs. "Oh ... Oh ... OH!" she chanted lewdly, rotating her wickedly presented posterior around and around on her nephew's thick pole of flesh. "You're doing it perfect, baby ... just hold onto my hips and ... ugh! ... and ram it in as hard and as fast as you can! Yes, like that! MMM-mmmHHHmmm! Oh, God yesss ... beautiful ... BEAUTIFUL!"
Instantly, her heartfelt urgings were drowned in a gurgle as Angel pressed her persistent pussy into her babbling mouth. "Just shut up and eat, you honky bitch!" she laughed good-naturedly. "Y'all can bullshit on your own time!"
The young aunt could hear her nephew gasp behind her as her tongue moved in and out of Angel's cunt in time to the movements of her ass. It was as if she were mesmerized by the incestuous activities she had so cunningly planned with the help of her beautiful black roommate.
She licked and sucked like a madwoman, knowing full well that if she kept up her pace, Angel would be cumming in a matter of seconds. She also knew that she, too, would be a victim of the same fate if Grant didn't slacken a little, and she didn't want that. Not yet.
"Grant darling, slow down a little and make it last," she sucked.
"I-I can't, Aunt Vikki," the teenager panted hopelessly, "it feels too good!"
There was little the young aunt could do but to relax and enjoy it ... and to make every conscious effort to reach her own climax before he peaked. Her pearly lacquered toes curled under her feet, her entire skin a mass of shivering excited goose flesh, she arched her naked ass up at an outrageous angle and held fast, her tongue plunging in and out of her roommate's pussy like that of a hummingbird extracting nectar from a rose.
Angle bore down for all she was worth, her strong slender fingers winding tightly in Vikki's loosely flowing mane of coppery hair, smearing her entire face in her creaming red slash. And then, she knew that she was there.
"Oh God, sugar!" she screamed. "Keep it up! Keep sucking! I'm ... cummmmminnnnnnggg!"
The lewd words spewing from the black girl's pretty mouth were enough to trigger Grant to new heights of effort as he drilled into his aunt's cunt like a berserk wild-catter expecting to strike oil if he can just get the bit in that crucial last half-inch. Kneeling up behind Vikki's bent-over body, he gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long rapid strokes, waiting to feel the signal of her total acceptance inside her responsively swiveling cunt. A feeling of absolute power surged through him as he held her hips in his hands and skewered repeatedly into her, enjoying the sensation of the soft fleshy ridges of her cunt slowly opening around his incessantly pistoning cock, her love-juices hot and slippery within the tight narrow passage. He stretched the quivering half-moons of her ass wide with his sturdy young fingers, watching with lewd delight the pinkly wet, glistening vaginal walls clinging around his penis on the out stroke, then folding in with the impaling instrument as he drove repeatedly back into the snug vaginal sheath. The tight enveloping softness brought a tingle of maddening delight shooting through his cum-laden testicles as his wetly encased cock pulsated with lewd pleasure.
Vikki's smoky blue eyes opened and closed in a glaze of passion, flashing with the intensity of the feeling ravaging her plundered loins. She spread her thighs out wider, moving her narrow feet apart on either side of Grant's bent knees. Her head dropped lower onto Angel's still-cumming cuntal plane, forcing her swaying white buttocks up higher for greater contact with the tactile surface of her nephew's hairy crotch, leaving her bulky white breasts flattened obscenely against the black girl's slender satin thighs, their very smoothness perking up her erect nipples to flint-like hardness.
Forgotten now, was the nature of her incestuous actions, the "sin" of making love to her own sister's handsome young teenage son. All that mattered at that moment was the obscene pleasure coursing through her like a fire gone out of control. She wanted to be fucked like this. She wanted to be subjected to any and all lewd demands that might be placed on her voluptuous white body.
From his supreme position above her, Grant looked down and saw the tiny puckering anus nestled in the narrow split of her openly spread buttocks, and suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to shove his finger up it to the hilt! Quickly, he slipped the extended middle digit of his right hand down into the weeping juices of his aunt's pussy, moistening its tip thoroughly before sliding it up again to the tiny anal mouth clenching and unclenching beneath his eyes. Lubricated by her own cuntal fluids, the finger paused momentarily to tickle lightly at the puckered opening before slithering inward to the palm of his hand.
"AAAaaauuurrrggghhh!" the startled young redhead groaned in front of him, her feet jerking up and down on the bed as she struggled vainly to escape his brutally invading finger. Still, Grant gripped her lovely naked shoulders forcefully with his free hand, pulling the anguished young aunt back tighter against him. Slowly, he twirled his finger around inside the narrow contracting passage, working excitedly in rhythm to the drubbings of his youthful cock below.
Vikki felt the searing pain in her anus slowly subside as her rectal passage grew accustomed to the presence of the skewering finger, and she began to rock backwards to meet its inward thrusts, matching the steady rhythm stroke for thrilling stroke. She thrashed and bucked helplessly before him, her eyes bulging and her long red hair whipping from side to side as she ground back on her nephew's delightful thickness. The huge young penis buried to the balls in her succulent pink cunt felt for all the world like the beating heart of a wild beast, each thrust spreading the walls of her cunt a little farther apart. She had grossly underestimated the young relative's capacity for love making; had no idea that his cock would swell to such breathtaking proportions.
Her body felt almost limp to Grant, like a rag doll draped on the end of his pulsing teenage knob. He continued to stroke smoothly in and out, gradually lengthening his strokes as his cock grew. To the obscenely skewered young aunt, it felt as though his cock was gliding wetly all the way up between her laboring lungs each time he lunged into her. "Uh ... Uh ... Uh ... Uh ...!" she chanted in time to the smooth strokings between her quivering slippery ass-cheeks, the sounds all but smothered by the cream-soaked patch of Angel's still-spread pubic mound before her. She could feel Grant's churning balls swinging freely upwards on the instroke to slap resoundingly against the satin plane of her stomach, and she reached down between the trembling white columns of her thighs to milk them with her long-nailed fingers, gently scratching the prickly tactile surface with their tips. She was rapidly approaching orgasm now, and her body was becoming something both pristine and animal as she felt her nephew slither his strong young hands forward beneath her heaving torso to respond to her testicular caresses by fondling her melonous white breasts. She twisted and jerked beneath him like something savage, raising her upper body slightly to give him easier access to her strawberry nipples, grinding her buttocks back in lewd concentric circles. She'd never felt so utterly filled in her entire life, and by a sixteen-year-old kid at that!
"Oh shit, Aunt Vikki!" she heard the tortured admission that preceded the initial squirts behind her. "I can't ... I'm going to ... OH SHIT!
Vikki shuddered ecstatically and bucked her body crazily back on the shaft of her young nephew as his first powerful emissions gushed forth with nearly enough pressure to knock her from the bed. God, the kid's an absolute reservoir of the stuff! her mind exploded excitedly as he pumped what felt like a quart of semen into her sucking pussy. And then, as if the very thought of his creaming inside of her had triggered it, she, too, felt the end in sight.
She bore down stoically, milking the full load of her nephew's seed from his jerking balls with the educated muscles of her cunt. Her clitoris soared thickly, like the skin of a sun-ripened tomato about to burst its juices. Her body was an absolute mass of tortured flesh. She was cumming.
Richard Garfield confidently tapped out the required code on the touch-tone telephone dial with his middle finger, his ugly mouth worrying the end of a huge unlit black cigar. Idly, he reached down to straighten the rising lump in his trousers, then cleared his throat to respond to the sexily whispered, "Good morning; Stafford Modeling Agency. Can I help you?" that followed the second ring at the other end of the line.
"You sure can, sweetheart," he chirped back at the unidentified feminine voice. "Lemmee speak to Elgin Stafford."
"Just a moment, sir, I'll see if Mr. Stafford is in ... May I tell him who's calling, please?"
"Yeah, sweetie, tell him it's Dick ... Dick Garfield."
There was a lengthy pause in which Garfield took the time to light the cock-sized stogie that decorated his hog-like face.
"Hello ... Dick?"
Garfield let the smoke out easily. "Elgin, ol' buddy, how's tricks?"
Stafford swallowed nervously. "Hey, this isn't about Vikki Haydon, is it? ... I mean, she showed up, didn't she?"
"No, it ain't about Vikki, Elgin ... But, I will admit she's every bit the cocksucker you said she was!"
Stafford issued a small sigh of relief. "You want her again?" he questioned.
"Naw, it ain't that, ol' buddy ... It's about the Brinkman account."
"Oh?" Elgin responded, his interest obviously piqued.
"Yeah, well, Tony Brinkman says he'll give the agency an exclusive six month contract on his line if you can provide him with another movie for his collection."
Stafford felt beads of nervous perspiration pop out on his upper lip. He'd dealt with Brinkman before, but never on an exclusive. That meant catalogue sales, the finest stores in the country, television coverage ... big money. Still, he felt a little squeamish about the movie angle. The first time he'd contributed to Brinkman's little "home movie" collection, the order had been for a "twelve-year-old girl fucking a monkey." The girl was easy enough to arrange, but it had taken him nearly a goddam month to find and train the monkey!
God only knew what he wanted this time.
"Elgin?"
"Here, Dick."
"I thought maybe I'd lost you for a minute there."
"No, I'm still here ... What kind of flick does that fucking faggot want this time?"
It was true. Tony Brinkman, for all his excellence as a ladies' fashion designer, was a flaming homosexual. Just what he did with the movies, Elgin Stafford didn't know and was scared to ask. Most likely, he used them to turn his "boyfriends" on with.
"He wants a mother-son thing this time," Richard Garfield continued. "A kid in his teens and a broad no older than forty ... You can fake it; that queer'll never know the difference."
"Jesus Christ, does that bastard think this is some kind of whorehouse!" He could hear Garfield snigger on the other end of the line. "I ain't got no fuckin' broads that look like somebody's mother!"
"We're talking fifty, sixty grand, Elgin."
"How much?"
"Could go as high as eighty if he thinks you got what it takes."
Again Stafford swallowed. "Gimmee 'til tomorrow to see what I can come up with, Dick."
"Now you're talking, ol' buddy!"
The instant he heard the line go dead, Elgin cradled the receiver and leaned forward to press the button on the intercom. "Peggy," he said, "come into my office for a minute."
Peggy Norcross was the newest and, at eighteen, the youngest of Elgin Stafford's employees. A little too "roundly-built" for high fashion, he had nonetheless kept her on in a secretarial capacity, primarily because of her unusual "gift" of being able to take his entire cock in her ass without complaint. But now, of course, there would be no time for that; he had to think-and he always thought better when he had the mouth of a pretty young girl wrapped around his cock.
"Did you call for me, Mr. Stafford?"
Elgin beamed broadly at the pretty blonde face peeking in around the edge of his office door. "Yes, Peggy, I was just thinking how lovely that shade of lip-gloss you're wearing would look smeared all over the head of my penis."
A thrill of trepidation rippling up the young secretary's spine, she still knew better than to refuse. She had her dress unzipped and over her head in a flash, her neatly styled coiffure coming slightly askew in the process to give her a devilishly disheveled appearance that Elgin liked. He felt his prick stir in his slacks, but he restrained himself until she finished her undressing.
As she stripped to the skin, Stafford let out an audible sigh, his devouring eyes taking in the smooth flat plane of her stomach, then up to the largest, firmest, most magnificent set of mammary glands he'd ever seen on a girl of her youth. Jesus! he sighed inwardly. What a fuckin' pair! The nipples were large and surrounded by enticingly dark circles, almost purplish. They had begun to tense as if the very idea of stripping naked before her boss in order to suck his cock was exciting to her. Her hips were equally well-rounded, but anything but flabby. Indeed, they were absolutely cherubic in appearance. Her pussy hair was as blonde as the crown atop her head, curly and as light as corn-silk. Across the bridge of her pertly upturned nose was the faintest smattering of freckles, placed there no doubt to accentuate the limpid pools of her calf-sized eyes.
"You're beautiful, bitch," Elgin complimented her. "A real fine addition to the company."
Peggy approached him slowly, her face blushing as she fell to her knees beneath his desk and reached forward to undo the zipper of his fly.
"Tell me, Peggy, do you know anybody who could pass for a teenager's mother? ... Someone who'd be willing to make a movie in consideration of a few hundred dollars?"
Intuitively, Peggy knew what kind of "movie" her employer had in mind. "No, Mr. Stafford, I don't," she replied apologetically. Then, haltingly, "M-Maybe one of the other girls might, though ... M-Maybe Vikki Haydon."
"Why, of course, Vikki!" Stafford agreed as Peggy's lush pink lips slipped over the leaking glands of his cock. I should've thought of Vikki in the first place!
Chapter 7
Carol Bauer stared blankly at the flickering gray images on the television screen, unable to concentrate on her studies, and yet not fully interested in the program either. It had been that way for the past few days now, and there weren't any signs that it was going to get any better. She was lonely. She missed Grant's happy smiling face ... that handsome face that looked so like Fred's ... and she was lonely. And miserable.
She'd been lonely before when Fred was killed, but then she'd had an eleven-year-old boy to take care of. Now, she was alone for the first time in years and it felt terrible. Idly, she got to her feet and meandered into the kitchen in hopes of interesting herself in something to eat. It was a futile gesture, and she knew it; she hadn't had much of an appetite since Friday, the day Grant flew to New York. Still, it gave her a few minutes to kill without thinking about sex.
Sex. It had been on her mind almost constantly lately. God, she'd even found herself looking at the crotches of some of those big University of Pennsylvania "jocks" the past week or so. Including, but not exclusively, that of a strapping young black man named Herbie Gatewood.
Herbie wasn't much older than her son, Grant-only a sophomore, as a matter of fact-but he was the most talked-about newcomer to the U. P. basketball squad in several seasons. A towering six-eight-and-a-half, he was considered to be among the "shorter" of the nation's most recent batch of "hot shots," whose speed on the forward court more than made up for any stature deficiencies; he moved with the grace of a jungle cat, off court as well as on.
At first, it hadn't fazed the rusty-haired young mother one way or the other that the U's star hoop-attraction had ended up in her summer chem class in an effort to bring a slipping G. P. A. up to "playable" standards. After all, she'd reasoned, she was thirty-four years old, and not quite as flip as the young cheerleaders who were all going gaga over him. She was a mature woman, with a son of her own to raise, and besides, Herbie Gatewood was cynical and conceited without par-no matter how big the lump in his pants was! Needless to say, Carol had been something more than just mildly upset when the instructor had made her and Herbie share the same microscope in lab.
It was bad enough that Herbie kept trying to look down her blouse, but when he began to "accidentally" brush his hands across her legs about four times each class period, she was at the end of her patience and told him so. Grinning toothily, he'd responded, "Hey, baby, I know all about you honky mamas, so don't you give me no jive ... You been starin' at my pants as much as I been starin' at yours, and if you ever want to do somethin' besides look, y'all can reach me at the Beta Sigma frat house." The very nerve!
And yet, even in her embarrassment, she knew that he'd been right ... she had, in truth, stolen any number of glances at his powerful black crotch whenever she was sure that his eye was properly glued to the microscope. She'd not only looked, she'd felt the lips of her pussy flare slightly as she did so!
Quickly knotting an apron around her tiny waist, Carol began to assemble the necessary utensils and ingredients for a tuna casserole, but found her hands trembling too badly to continue. Her big blue eyes were beginning to swell with tears of frustration as she located her footstool and mounted it in search of the cooking sherry on the top shelf of the cupboard. Maybe a drink would calm her, she rationalized. Maybe a good stiff drink ... or something.
It only took a sip or two of the pungent amber liquid to convince the young mother that she was wrong; as loath as she was to admit it, there was only one way to take care of her problem. And yet, for all the maturity of her observation, she couldn't quite bring herself to make the necessary call. Instead, she poured herself a full glass of the wine this time, quickly draining it in a few searing gulps. This time, she drank for courage. It had been so long since Carol Bauer had admitted that there was a physical side to her nature that she needed all the help that she could get.
Finally, she felt as if she could handle it and she crossed quickly to the blue Princess phone that hung on the kitchen wall and began to dial the number for University Information. While she waited for a response, she refilled her glass from the bottle she had brought along with her. Then, after clearing her throat with another healthy swallow, "H-Hello? University Information? ... Uh, I'd like the number of the Beta Sigma fraternity house, please." She'd almost blurted it out, but she breathed a little sigh of relief that the arduous task was over.
Quickly she rung off and dialed again.
"Beta Sig ... Hello?"
"C-Could I speak to ... to Herbie Gatewood, please?"
"The 'Flash' isn't here right now, baby doll, he's at the pool workin' out."
"Oh ... uh, well, then, I'll ... call back later."
"Hey listen, baby doll, I'm not doing anything tonight, maybe-"
"No ... No, thank you."
The voice on the line was as persistent as it was immature. "Well, hey, who'll I say is calling? Maybe you'd like to leave your num-"
"I, uh, no thank you." Again, she cradled the receiver, this time breaking into wracking sobs. Oh, my God! her mind recoiled in a peculiar mixture of disappointment and relief. I ... I almost did it! If ... If he'd been there I probably would've invited him over to have sex with me!
The young mother's stomach turned a nauseous flip at her momentary weakness, chiding herself at the same time for not having the guts to commit herself one way or the other. Then, steeling herself with another half-glass of sherry, she began to dial again. It was Vikki's that she was calling this time, what she should have done in the first place. It was just loneliness, she reasoned optimistically, she'd only called 'The Flash' because she'd wanted somebody to talk to!
"H-Hello, Vikki? No? Who am I speaking to, please? Angel? ... Uh, this is Carol Bauer. Yes, that's right, Vikki's sister ... Huh? Oh, I'm fine, thank you. Uh, could I speak to Grant, please? Where? A Yankee night game? Well, when he gets in would you tell him I'm coming up for the weekend? You will? Thanks a lot, Angel Yes, it'll be fun meeting you too, sugar ... Bye-Bye, see you then!"
Chapter 8
Vikki knocked twice, lightly, then opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it quietly behind her. "What did you want to see me about, Elgin?" she queried.
Elgin Stafford looked up from the bobbing head in his lap and smiled. "That will be all for now, Peggy," he said importantly. Then, "Sit down, Vikki ... make yourself comfortable."
Almost reluctantly, the eighteen-year-old blonde secretary extricated her mouth from the dripping candy-apple head of her boss' penis. "Y-You're sure you wouldn't like me to finish, Mr. Stafford?" she asked, her pearl-gray eyes flashing mischievously. "I don't mind if Vikki watches, really I don't!"
"That will be all, Peggy!" Stafford snapped impatiently.
Defeated, Peggy got up from her hands and knees, gathered up her clothes, and beat a hasty retreat by way of the bathroom that separated the reception room from Stafford's imposing office suite. As soon as she had gone, Vikki took a seat in the crushed leather armchair that flanked her employer's desk, deliberately allowing the hem of her short skirt to slide up provocatively to reveal a generous amount of creamy white thigh above the fine nylon mesh of her stocking tops. She couldn't see his cock for the massive desk, but the knowledge that he had made no attempt to cover himself filled her with a thrill of perverse excitement.
"You said over the phone that it was important, Elgin."
Stafford leaned back in his enormous wing back chair and placed the tips of his pudgy fingers together in an attitude of contemplation. "Yes, Vikki, it is an item of considerable importance ... it affects your future, and mine."
Vikki shifted nervously, the hem of her skirt rising still higher. "Y-You want me to fuck a horse or something?" she guessed.
"Too bad it's not that simple," he laughed, "it'd make things a lot easier on all of us."
"Would you just spit it out, for Christ's sake?" Vikki snapped impatiently. She didn't like playing cat and mouse.
"Okay, love," he continued, "here it is; I want you to find me a chick who don't look over forty, but could pass for somebody's mama."
Vikki dimpled pertly. "Tastes changing, Elgin? ... Or, is it just an old fantasy?"
"I'm not kidding, Vikki. It's ... It's for a movie."
"Let me guess, Elgin; a movie for Tony Brinkman?"
Stafford nodded. "We'll need the kid, too, but I think I can handle that end of it."
"Maybe I can take care of both ends, Elgin," Vikki offered graciously, the petals of her sex flaring ever-so-slightly at the prospect.
"Oh, yeah? You got somebody in mind?"
"Maybe ... for a piece of the action."
Elgin Stafford looked stunned. He wasn't used to being stood up to, even by the irascible Vikki Haydon. "What the hell do you mean, 'piece of the action!'" he bellowed, his face bloating with rage.
"Not a big piece, Elgin," she soothed. "But if Tony Brinkman wants a mama and son, and I come across with the goods, it ought to be worth a piece of the gross."
Stafford was startled at his prize employee's unexpected display of business acumen. "We're talking twenty or thirty grand in modeling fees," he explained with an equally unexpected display of reasonableness. "Could go as high as forty."
"How does fifteen percent sound to you, Elgin?"
"Ridiculous ... Ten, net, tops."
"Ridiculous."
Stafford's patience was beginning to wear thin. Only the fact that Vikki's skirt had hiked clear up to her nylon-covered crotch kept his cock at full erection. "I don't have to give you anything," he reminded her.
"That's true," Vikki granted. "Somebody else can perform the same service for you ... But I'm offering the real thing!"
The lecherous employer ran his eyes hungrily over her stocking-encased thighs, exposed to the crotch as she sat in the chair next to him. "And if I agree," he smiled lewdly, "would you be willing to perform a little additional service for me? ... One that might tip the scales in your favor?"
"I don't understand," she said, smiling weakly as though completely innocent of what he was thinking.
"I think you do, Vikki," he growled. He stood up and glared at her with an obscene leer on his face, preferring to let the sight of his penis finish the argument for him.
Vikki stared at it for a long time, unwilling to admit just how delicious his cock looked to her. Still, she knew exactly what he wanted ... what he'd wanted for a long time. She'd sucked him and fucked him on countless occasions, but she's never permitted him to do what he wanted most of all-to fuck her in the ass! He was just too big! She was afraid he'd split her in two!
He had gained the upper hand with her, and she didn't like the feeling at all. Finally, she sighed heavily and stood up, slowly removing her clothes, lifting her form-fitting sweater over her head and dropping it carelessly to the floor.
"Now you're behaving a little more rationally, Vikki," Elgin complimented as he ambled towards the massive red leather couch that dominated a distant wall. "It won't be so bad, doll-face; Peggy handles it pretty well."
Vikki was unimpressed. "Peggy's a masochist!"
"Aren't you all?"
Vikki stood before her gloating employer in nothing but her black nylon bikini panties and brassiere. As always, she felt dirty and used under Stafford's relentless grinning gaze. "Alright," she sighed heavily. "I'll do whatever you want. But first, let's come to an agreement about the money."
Stafford saw what she was up to, but it didn't matter. He was getting something he had always wanted and had never been in the position to get until now. He spoke with a shrewd cast in his eyes. "Ten percent net."
"That's robbery, you bastard," Vikki replied without being able to stop herself, instantly biting her tongue at losing her cool again.
"I'd watch that temper if I were you," he advised with a grin. "It's going to get you in a lot of trouble one of these days."
Vikki swallowed dryly. "Okay, we'll play it your way, Elgin."
"Then I suggest we seal the bargain," Stafford countered.
Vikki detected the bold, more masterful change in his voice. It hinted at a certain unmistakable viciousness that suddenly curdled her stomach. God only knew what depraved acts he might force her into before this ordeal was over. The cruel bastard was capable of anything!
Stafford knew the moment she nodded her head that the battle was won. He was finally going to fuck this high-class bitch in the ass, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. He smiled lewdly as he stood in front of her, dropping his pants the rest of the way and letting them fall to the floor. His throbbing hard penis still stood out from his body pointing straight at her. It looked like a giant wooden shaft growing up through the black underbrush of his thick pubic hair. With one hand he stroked the foreskin back and forth over the expanding cockhead which grew in size each time it disappeared and reappeared through the thick flesh covering it. He watched the loathing in her face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his cock, his excitement flaring as he saw the hopeless fear rising in her eyes.
He stepped toward her, his mouth open, his eyes drinking in the long tapering roundness of her silk-covered legs, the bursting fullness of her brassiere, the whiteness of her flat smooth belly above the top of her sheer black nylon panties. His blatant stare made Vikki feel as if her skin was crawling. She thought of all the years she had spent working her way up in the world until now she lived almost like a princess, realizing they were being swept away in this one brief encounter.
Suddenly, Elgin grabbed her shoulders with his hands, the strong fingers digging harshly into her skin. He loomed above her, his eyes devoid of pity, shining coldly into hers, his cruel and unyielding lust boring into the very depths of her soul. The pressure of his hands grasping her shoulders permitted no escape from his contemptuous gaze.
"No, no. I can't do it," the young aunt whimpered.
Her pleas fell on unhearing ears as Stafford's arms enveloped her, his lips crushing down against her, his thick rigid cock below pressing hard into her soft yielding belly. His tongue snaked its way out between his sharp teeth into the resisting wetness of her mouth. She struggled to free herself, but fear had drained her of the strength to fight. His portly, pasty body glued itself tightly to hers, arms and legs winding about her like a giant spider web from which there was no escape.
"Please, please don't, Elgin," she groaned into the searing mouth locked over hers.
The room seemed to spin as he pushed her backwards to the couch, sending her sprawling flat on her back, his body descending on top of her to pin her tightly to the cool leather surface. Vikki pressed her thighs together, attempting to hold back the squirming body trying to lodge itself between them. His throbbing cock was trapped there, forcing itself lewdly up and down against the thin nylon strip of the panties covering her cringing vagina below.
She could feel the hard thick rod sliding against the sensitive inner hollows of her struggling thighs as his head pressed down forcefully against hers, then suddenly dropped, and she felt the sharp excruciating pain of his teeth biting savagely into the taut muscles of her straining neck. She kicked out automatically with her long smooth legs, attempting to dislodge him from above her as she began to feel genuine panic at the prospect of taking him in the ass.
Her boss's body sank triumphantly down between her protesting thighs as they splayed obscenely open, and the broad pulsing tip of his cock shaft pressed demandingly against the protective nylon band of her panties. His pelvis began a deliberate grinding motion against her upturned loins, rubbing the sheer material into the dampening slit of her panty-covered pussy. His hips undulated slowly, slowly, watching the changing expressions on the face of the beautiful woman trapped beneath him, knowing she couldn't stand this torment for long. He gloated to himself that he would soon ignite her body to his lewd probings, and then she would give him what he had wanted since he had first started working with her ... her complete submission to his will!
"Okay, bitch," he ordered suddenly, "roll over on your stomach and get that ass up in the air!"
Too frightened now to do otherwise, Vikki twisted her body into the appropriate position and elevated her buttocks as her lecherous employer had demanded. Almost at once, she felt Elgin boldly ripping the sheer nylon panties from her cowering white buttocks, laughing lewdly, "No sweat, baby, I'll buy ya another pair," as if that was all that concerned her at the moment.
Pulling the thick foreskin back and exposing the huge bulbous head of his cock, Stafford, kneeling up behind her, aimed it directly at the tiny puckered mouth of Vikki's asshole. Abruptly, he spread her inviting buttocks with his thumbs as if he were splitting a sun-ripened peach, at the same time slipping his middle finger in a swiping motion into her involuntarily moistening cunt below. With her own vaginal secretions he lubricated the entrance of her cringing anus, then leaned forward to rest the full length of his throbbing red penis in the baby-softness of her ass-crevice. He drew the tip momentarily back and forth across the puckered orifice, pushing his hands out to further spread her trembling downy cheeks. Then levering himself slightly up from the couch, he gripped her tightly around her waspish waist and began to shove.
Vikki held her breath for what seemed an eternity, then groaned aloud as she felt the unrelenting staff pop suddenly through the tightly restricting ring of satin flesh. She'd expected pain, but nothing, nothing to compare with this! It was as if somebody had shoved a white-hot carving knife up her backside.
"Ohhh ... Goddd! Don't, Elgin, pleeeaaassse!" she begged and pleaded, flailing her long legs out on either side of him, struggling hopelessly to escape the cruel impalement.
Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath his awesome girth, trying desperately to dislodge him, but her impassioned struggles only served to worsen her already-hopeless position. With each buck of her body, Stafford's cock skewered hugely into her resisting anal orifice another cruel quarter-inch. And then, in sheer exasperation, she heaved a heavy sigh and allowed her boss' thickly pulsing hardness to slip unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum. She jerked spasmodically for a moment, then knelt quietly to ease the pain of his complete and overwhelming penetration. It was pointless to resist any longer; each throb of her tortured body only served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to ever greater and more painful dimensions.
"Hey, that's one tight little poop-chute," Stafford complimented lewdly. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you was an asshole cherry!"
In spite of his desire to fuck into her immediately, he reached down and grasped her gently flaring hips, raising her higher up on her knees, and bending her body almost double so that only her face was left touching the leather couch. He ground his teeth and took several long smooth strokes into her, bringing an agonized groan of pain and final humiliation from her pouting lips with each forward thrust.
"How is it, Vikki?" he queried cruelly. "Is it starting to get to you yet?"
It was a question that brought no immediate response from the agonized young aunt.
"I asked you a question, bitch!" Elgin snapped again.
"Oh, Christ ... it's too damned big, Elgin!" she gasped, feeling the renewed pain inside her rectum.
And yet, at the same time, she realized that she was rapidly becoming accustomed to the amazing girth inside her asshole, that her boss's lewd words were as inspiring to her as always. She felt torn and stretched down there, but sheer survival instinct told her that her greatest safety lay in allowing him to have his fun as quickly as possible, despite the pain.
Elgin Stafford groaned as he felt his beaten young employee's anal muscles tighten around his lust-knotted thickness. His cock throbbed harder and he could barely believe his senses when Vikki's creamy buttocks began a slow mechanical rhythm beneath him. He flexed his prick far up into her asshole again to cause her further discomfort, in an effort to maintain his sadistic control of her, but gasped again as he felt her working anus begin to nibble up the full length of his aching shaft like a living glove. His sperm-laden balls were churning in their prickly sac, urging him to greater efforts now that she had fallen so quickly and unexpectedly.
Vikki began rocking her hips back onto her boss's cock, then forward again, feeling its bone-jarring thickness slip out until only the very tip of it remained before burrowing full-tilt back into her. Each time she impaled herself on his slimy hardness, her mouth formed a precious "O" as the wind was knocked from her. And, each time his pulsating shaft slammed into the already-bruised ball of her cervix, she felt a tremor of masochistic delight that brought her to a new plane of understanding with Peggy Norcross. At last, she knew just what she'd been missing!
Behind her, Stafford watched with disbelieving jubilance as the pinkish skin of Vikki's anal mouth drew back with his lust-coated shaft, clasping and slicking to it as though it never wanted to let go. He began a steady pumping motion, lewdly pistoning his blood-engorged cock into the velvet confines of her clinging nether channel as if his very life depended on it. "Oh, shit!" he heard himself stammer mindlessly. "Oh fuck, it's a tight little motherfucker!"
Vikki knelt before him and prayed that her humiliation would not betray her. It was bad enough that he practically owned her outright, without letting him know just how much she was beginning to enjoy this latest in his endless list of personal outrages. And yet, she knew she wasn't fooling either him or herself for that matter, she was enjoying it plain and simple, and she suddenly wanted to enjoy it!
"Oh God, yesss!" she breathed hotly into the slippery crushed leather surface of the couch. "Fuck it, Elgin! Fuck my ass-hole!"
Her eyes were glassy with sightless passion as she thought of the very circumstances of their lewd encounter. She had just offered the brute who fucked her ass like a common street whore not only her own sister, but her sister's son as well! And, the very exciting, very wicked idea of it caused her to shiver delightedly from head to toe as she thrust her hips back still harder onto the flesh that bored deeply into her very soul.
Now, Elgin Stafford was in his greatest evil glory. He liked nothing so much as to have his employees, particularly the uppity ones like Vikki Haydon, finally realize their proper position in life-namely, kneeling as she now was with the full length of his prick buried in her ass! He knew it would be soon that she would begin the short ride to the summit, and he began to fuck into her harder and faster, mercilessly battering the violently quivering cheeks of her white ass with his jack hammer thrusts. His powerful hands gripped firmly at her narrow waist, kneading the pliant flesh there as if it were bread dough. His lips bared back against his smoke-yellowed teeth and he felt as if he couldn't close his mouth as his breath came in short staccato bursts that crackled obscenely throughout the dimly lit office-suite. "Oh, Jesus!" he bellowed. "Oh sweet fucking ... Jesus!"
Vikki felt suddenly alive with a passion that threatened to devour her. She had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life, but at the same time, she couldn't contain the thrills that tripped up and down her spine in rapid succession. It was as if through her very sublimation she had been released from an oppressive bondage that had kept her enslaved for years. Oddly, she felt a surge of power course through her in her humiliation; she could at will, she knew, bring Elgin over the brink at her own discretion, just by milking the muscles of her asshole ... and she decided to do just that!
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" the fat employer bellowed as he felt the coffers of his dam begin to burst. "OHHH SHITTTTTTT!"
Vikki's voluptuous body arched up wildly and spasmed, holding on tightly to the erupting length of flesh embedded in her most secret recesses, not moving but quivering and clenching around its turgid girth in rhythmic pulses. She, too, was on the edge of the precipice, but she wanted to luxuriate in the sensation of Elgin's sperm squirting into her asshole by the cupful before allowing herself to slip over the rim; it was all too delicious to stop now!
Stafford humped and pumped like a man insane as he emptied his bloated red balls into the asshole of his redheaded employee. Slowly, almost imperceptively at first, he felt her body begin to churn out its own release beneath him, rising like a crescendo of lust until it erupted from her throat in a scream.
Elgin Stafford made one last vicious stroke that smacked his pelvis against her quiveringly upturned ass-cheeks like a leather strap, and held it there, shuddering his final, earth-shattering release. Vikki shook and trembled under him for a long lingering moment, and then it was over.
She collapsed limply forward away from him onto the slippery leather couch, his spent penis slipping wetly out of her asshole with a slight pop, thin rivulets of his white sperm oozing out of the now-expanded opening to pool lewdly at the juncture of her velvety close-pressed thighs, "Oh, Elgin," she breathed to his infinite delight, "that was something else!"
"You liked that, did ya, bitch?" he cackled. "Well, we'll see what your big sister thinks of it when the time comes!"
Vikki felt her heart leap into her throat. "H-How do you know I'm talking about my sister?" she queried desperately.
Stafford leaned back on his beefy haunches and heaved a delighted sigh. "Simple arithmetic, Vikki," he returned in response to her question. "The other night you told me your nephew was in town, so I just put two and two together ... When you said you had a 'team,' I figured you must mean the kid's mama ... your sister." He got to his feet then and began to rifle through the heap of clothing on the floor in search of a cigarette. "That's what I like about you, kid," he laughed. "You're a pervert, just like me!"
Vikki shivered irrepressibly at the diabolical tone of his accompanying laughter. Still, there was no point in arguing about it ... the truth was the truth.
Chapter 9
Vikki wasn't exactly certain what the next step of her plan would be when she left Elgin Stafford's office-suite, but she knew, intuitively, that Carol would be the easiest of the two to handle. After all, she reasoned, five years without a man is too long, even for a "dowager" like my sister! It was obvious to her, then, that she would have to continue with her "tutelage" of her young nephew is she was going to pull it off. And, to that end, she'd stopped off at a kinky little lingerie store on the way home called, Miss Magic's.
Now safely back in her apartment, Vikki kicked off her pumps, tossed the package containing her purchases onto a vacant chair, then moved quickly to the kitchen to fix herself a martini. It was just a little past four, so it would be awhile before Grant returned from his sightseeing tour of the World Trade Center with Angel; plenty of time for her to try on her new outfit.
Moving back to the living room with the trenchant liquor firmly in hand, she glanced at the chair that contained the simple box whose innocent appearance gave no hint as to what was inside. Idly, she meandered over to it, scooped it up in her free hand and spun off in the direction of the bedroom. If this doesn't get Grant's motor moving, she thought, nothing will!
Once inside, she plumped herself and the box down on the edge of the bed, then set her martini on the night stand. It only took a moment for her to remove the binding ribbon and lift the lid off the box, exposing the lacy black undergarments nestled in the contrasting white tissue paper. One by one, the young aunt removed the garments, examining them closely as she laid them out on the bed. Then, unprompted, she crossed to the full-length mirror that dominated a section of the wall next to the door at one end of the room. Slowly, she executed a graceful pirouette, twisting her head so that she could see herself fully as she turned. "Hmmm," she observed. "Not bad for an 'old lady' of twenty-seven!"
Turning from the mirror, she walked to the overstuffed velvet chair that flanked the big round bed and began to remove her clothing, folding each item carefully and piling them neatly on the seat. Then moving to the bed once more, she leaned down and picked up the black lace cut-out bra, slipping her arms through its thin black straps and situating the cups over the voluptuous fullness of her breasts, then reached behind her to hook the tiny silver clasps. Next, she put on the crotchless matching panties, added the garter belt and hose, and spun around to admire her reflection in the mirror.
"Oh God, 'Miss Magic'," she smiled smugly, "you're the foxiest bitch in Fun City!" Still, something was missing ... something to make her look even bitchier yet.
Hurrying over to the closet, Vikki rummaged around on the top shelf and finally unearthed a white shoe box that contained the sexiest shoes in her collection. A gift from a wealthy "client," she'd never even had the guts to wear them ... until now. They looked like something out of Bondage Illustrated or something, with eight-inch heels and "vampish" block soles ala Cher. Quickly now, she sat down on the edge of the bed and slipped them onto her narrow feet, fastening the delicate buckled straps at the points just above her ankle bones. There! she smiled indecently. Now, let's see how they work!
Like a child on stilts for the first time, Vikki teetered precariously on the eight-inch heels as she walked from one end of the room to the other, her mincing unbalanced steps causing the muscles of her legs and buttocks to flex provocatively in time to the gentle swaying of her melonous strawberry-nippled breasts. Satisfied with the reflection in the mirror, she turned towards the dresser and began to rifle the top drawer for the hot pants and sweater combination that was to complete her bizarre ensemble ...
* * *
It was a little past six when Angel and Grant parted company in front of the apartment complex, with Angel taking the cab on to an "appointment" in the lower Seventies. Grant was a little disappointed since it had been such a fun day, and he'd really been looking forward to capping it off with a hot fuck. But then, he reasoned, Aunt Vikki would more than likely be willing to indulge him in that respect if it got right down to the nittus grittus; and it was with that thought in mind that he insinuated his key in the lock and turned it.
"Grant honey, is that you?" Vikki's voice rang out from the direction of the kitchen.
"Yeah, Aunt Vikki, it's me ... Where are you?"
"I'm in the kitchen fixing supper, darling. Is Angel with you?"
Grant hung up his coat in the hall closet then turned in the direction of the kitchen. "She had an appointment with somebody named Garfield or something," he explained. "What's cookin'?"
Vikki turned to face the handsome head that had just appeared in the doorway. "I thought maybe some sloppy joes would taste good tonight, honey ... Is something wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost!"
Grant felt his strong young cock spring rapidly to attention in a series of sharp jerks. "H-Holy cow, Aunt Vikki," he blustered, "where'd you get that outfit!"
"You like it, honey?"
Grant was certain his cock was going to break in half now. "I-I've never seen anything like it!"
"The shoes are a trifle high, don't you think? ... And maybe the shorts a tad too tight?"
"Uh-uh!" he insisted. "It's groovy!"
"Groovy?" she laughed. "Now there's a hot one! ... I thought it was on the sexy side."
"Oh, it is, Aunt Vikki!" he assured her. "Look!"
With "look," he gestured forward from the waist, the prominent bulge in his trousers immediately catching his young aunt's attention.
"Oh, my!" she mocked. "Did I do that?"
In response, the young nephew closed the short gap that separated them, from the place where he stood at the door to the place where his mother's baby sister stood in front of the stove, in a few long strides. He took her forcefully in his arms and kissed her lewdly, his cock grinding into the softness of her abdomen through the material of their clothing.
In the bizarre footwear, Vikki was actually an inch or two taller than her nephew, and it felt strange to her that she had to crane down slightly to kiss him. Still, the diamond-like hardness of the bulge pressing into her lower stomach more than compensated for any stature discrepancies. She ground back against him with a fury to match his own, her pointed tongue stabbing snake-like into his open mouth.
"Oh, jeez, Aunt Vikki," he breathed at last, breaking the kiss, "let's go in the bedroom and screw!"
The temptation to say "yes" proved nearly overwhelming to the young aunt, but she steeled herself for the task that lay ahead; she was determined now to play out her hand completely, to bring her handsome young nephew to such a pitch of fevered excitement that he would be amenable to any suggestion she might make. "Grant, darling, let's go into the living room ... I have a special treat for you." Her voice was fraught with lewd promise.
"W-What kind of 'treat,' Aunt Vikki?" he blinked nervously.
"If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" she teased. Then, seeing the hurt expression in his eyes, "I thought I'd do a little strip for you first, darling ... Would you like that?"
Grant swallowed tightly, his head bobbing up and down in the affirmative.
"Good, baby. Now, let's go see what happens, okay?"
Obediently, Grant followed Vikki into the living room and made himself comfortable on the couch while she went to the stereo to put a record on. He could hardly believe what was happening; it all seemed unreal, like something out of a fanciful dream.
"Kick your shoes off and get cozy, darling," his beautiful red-haired aunt suggested. "The show's about to begin!"
From one end of the room to the other she walked, in time to the lilting jazz instrumental that had just begun to drift over the intricate speaker system. As she pranced back and forth to the music, she began to see herself strutting along on a stage, not just for Grant, but for a lot of men ... crude, raucous men like Richard Garfield. God, that would be so exciting!
Naturally, almost nonchalantly, she reached up to the front of her sweater and slowly began to undo the row of tiny pearl buttons that held the cashmere material so tightly stretched over the melonous orbs of her breasts. Then, facing her young nephew as she reached the last button in the row, she bent forward slightly from the waist so that her pushed-out breasts, their nipples lewdly swollen and exposed through the slitted openings, seemed to "leap" out at him.
Grant emitted an audible gasp as her breasts came into view with the shedding of the sweater, scarcely noticing that she had let the expensive garment fall to the floor at her feet as if it were a worthless rag. He watched her straighten then, turning her back to him and bending once again from the waist as if flaunting her backside so deliciously outlined in the skin-tight hot pants. Then, slowly, she unfastened the silver zipper at the side and drew it reluctantly downwards, wriggling her hips slightly so that the hot pants began to shift and droop as if ready to join the sweater already on the floor. Sweet fucking God! the teenager's mind fused hotly. Even Penthouse doesn't have shots that good!
Satisfied to let the little hot pants hang there for the moment, Vikki turned to face her "audience" once again, smiling provocatively as she submitted to her nephew's inspection. Teasingly, she drew her graceful arms behind her back, causing the passion-stiffened tips of her nipples to perk still more prominently through the openings of the black nylon bra. They were big, but perfect, she knew, and she reveled in the undisguised delight that flickered like twin fires in her nephew's eyes as he stared at them. The aureoles themselves were fully the size and shape of sun-ripened strawberries, but more pinkish-beige in color than the fruit they so closely resembled. The distended nipples, swollen now to the point of near-painful erection, were the size of cigarette filters.
Slowly, as if of their own volition, her hands reached up to cup beneath her breasts as if she were weighing them, her fingers reaching out to roll and tweak her nipples with masochistic abandon. "Grant, baby," she soothed huskily, "why don't you take your cock out where I can see it, too ... A girl likes to know if her man finds her pleasing, you know."
The young nephew needed no further encouragement. Indeed, he was wondering if his cock would actually explode if he didn't release it from the restrictive confines of his pants. And then, just as he wrested his turgid girth through the narrow zippered opening, Vikki gave her hips the added wiggle that sent her hot pants dropping to the floor to puddle at her feet.
She was still wearing all of her lacy undergarments, but she felt more naked than if she had been wearing nothing at all. She turned her back to Grant again, nearly losing her balance in the high platform shoes, and bent from the waist so that her firmly sculpted white buttocks strained through the mesh of lacy fabric, her exposed pussy lips throbbing hot and pink through the open crotch of the panties. At the juncture of her thighs, she felt wet ... wet and hot ... all at the same time.
Still gyrating her hips in time to the music coming over the stereo, Vikki looked between her well-placed legs at the turgid column of her nephew's penis poling lewdly skyward from the now-open fly of his slacks at a wicked forty-five degree angle. "Oh, baby," she exclaimed, "you really do like me, don't you!"
"Oh God, Aunt Vikki, let's fuck!"
"Does it hurt, darling?" She straightened and turned to face him again. "Would you like your Aunt Vikki to make it feel all nice and better for you ... ?"
A thin strand of silverish pre-coital syrup was already beginning to leak from the inflamed scarlet slit in the head of his cock to soil the brocade cushion of the couch below as Vikki approached him. God, he'd never even imagined the depravity that burned behind those fathomless blue eyes!
"I'm going to suck it for you, darling," she insisted. "I'm going to suck all the cum right out of your balls and swallow it!"
Instantly, she sank to her knees on the carpet between his legs, her slender right hand reaching out to encircle the trembling stalk of his dripping penis. She stroked it gently, lewdly, working the loose flap of foreskin up and down over the vermilion knob, hooding and unhooding it in time to the music that still piped over the speaker system. She took her eyes from the cock she held in her hand just long enough to register the effect she was having on him in his eyes. Like her own, her nephew's handsome brown eyes were glassy with mounting lust; her pleasure was instantaneous.
"You like that, don't you, darling?" she smiled wickedly. "You like the way 'Auntie' rubs your strong young cock ...!"
"Oh, shit ... SUCK IT!"
"Say please, Grant."
"PLEASE!"
Without further delay, the young redhead lowered her face the remaining fraction-of-an-inch to her nephew's cock and began to nurse as if her very life depended on it. She swirled her lizard-like tongue around and around the bulbous mushroom tip like a child experimenting with a rapidly melting ice cream cone, gently parting the gaping slit in the end to allow its pungent nectar to flow still more freely onto her sensitive lingual surface. It was delicious, her supreme victory, he was putty in her hands. And, she intended to play her advantage to the hilt.
With deliberate slowness, she drew her lips from Grants crowning glory to trail a row of dripping kisses down the underside of the shaft to his aching testicles nestled in their prickly scrotum. "You think I'm a good cocksucker?" she queried with mock innocence.
"Jesus, Aunt Vikki, you're the best!"
Her mouth returned to cap his leaking penis but for a scant second before darting back down to his balls. "What about, Angel, baby? Isn't she any good?"
"Yeah, she's good ... But nobody can hold a candle to you, Aunt Vikki."
Again, she gathered the accumulating nectar at the tip. "I know somebody who's even better," she lied expertly.
"Y-You do?" he stammered incredulously. "Who?"
"Carole."
"Carol? ... Carol who?"
Vikki returned in earnest now to the pulsing red fist that was the head of her nephew's penis, sucking with deep sure strokes that threatened to draw him right down her throat. She left his question momentarily unanswered, let his fertile young mind touch and release the obvious connection out-of-hand.
"Carol who?" he persisted.
"Carol Bauer, silly!" she breathed around the sweating flesh in her mouth. "Your mother!"
Grant went pale at the mention of his mother's name in such a context; the very idea of it was nauseating to him. His cock inexplicably swelled another inch.
"Y-You're lying, Aunt Vikki! Mom would never-"
"She wants you, baby," Vikki sucked. "She told me you remind her so much of Fred ... and God how she used to love to suck Fred off!"
Grant felt a knot of revulsion in the pit of his stomach as his cock threatened to explode right then and there. He opened his mouth to speak but could find no words.
"She used to suck him so much, I'm surprised you were even born," Vikki continued cruelly. "Some of his friends, too, when they were in town."
"Y-You're full of it, Aunt Vikki!"
"Am I, darling?"
She let the loaded question hang in the air while she returned to her delightful task with renewed vigor. It was obvious from the way her young ward's prick swelled in her mouth that she had struck "pay-dirt."
Grant's fevered young brain was a jungle of confused thoughts at the moment. The very idea of what Vikki had just told him was at once abhorrent in the deepest sense of the word ... and infinitely exciting. Truss, like most healthy and virile young men, he had once or twice conjured up decidedly sensual images of himself and his attractive rusty-haired mother in lewd embrace ... but he had never for a minute entertained any serious thoughts on the subject ... until now. To his utter mortification, he found himself pondering that if what his young Aunt Vikki had just told him was true, it could just as easily be his mother who was sucking his cock at that very moment ... and that he would be enjoying the act even more than he was now simply because of the very level of corruption it represented in his young mind. Sweet fucking Jesus, it was just too ... much!
Vikki was sucking for all she was worth now, bringing her satin tongue into play in ways that even she had thought impossible. Suddenly, she wanted to suck him dry, to draw the incestuous sperm from his handsome balls, to bring him to heel like an errant pup. But first, she had one more piece to fit into her exquisitely diabolical puzzle.
"Grant baby," she gargled around his swollen flesh, "how would you like to fuck your mother?"
Grant could feel his pulse thicken in the head of his penis. His mom had the biggest set of jugs he'd ever seen on a woman of her size, and the thought of getting his hands on them ... or his cock between them ... Or, better yet, up her pussy or her ass, was nearly overwhelming. "H-How?" he stammered.
"Don't worry about that part of it, baby," she soothed. "You just leave everything to Aunt Vikki, okay?"
The mere thought of fucking his own mother proved more than the virile young stud could handle, and he grimaced openly as his tortured young balls churned their final turn before erupting in long delicious spurts down Vikki's voraciously sucking throat. He didn't know what his beautiful aunt hoped to gain from all that she was suggesting, but whatever it was, he felt certain it couldn't be worth half as much as what he himself was getting. Jesus, a crack at his own mom!
Vikki smiled evilly at the increased pressure of the fingers winding into her freely flowing wealth of red hair as her nephew fucked furiously into her luscious face and she continued sucking at the hotly squirting jets of sperm that flooded her throat. Her head bobbed and sucked like she was servicing Satan himself ... and in some weirdly unscrupulous fashion she secretly supposed that she was. Even their previous little menage a trois with Angel couldn't compare with what she was feeling now for excitement, and she was almost disappointed when she felt Grant empty the last of his load into her face.
"Jesus, Aunt Vikki," he panted at last, "that was the most I ever came in my life! ... D-Do you want me to fuck you now?"
Vikki looked up at him and winked, strings of semen lewdly connecting her flushed lips with the slowly deflating head of his penis. "I think you'd better take it easy for the next couple of days, baby," she suggested. "After all, you wouldn't want to shortchange your own mother, would you?"
Chapter 10
Carol Bauer was in lighter spirits than she'd been in months when she debarked the train at the Lennox Avenue exit. She was a couple hours early, but she decided not to call Vikki just yet, preferring instead to walk around the balmy summer streets enjoying the breezes wafting in over the East River. She'd only brought a small suitcase, intending to spend just the weekend and no more in the bustling First City. Still, she felt spunky, almost frivolous, as she walked along. New York in summer had always been one of her favorite cities; she loved the sights, the smells, the savory characters ... everything!
Of course a girl had to be careful in any big city-even back home in Philly-and New York was the biggest of them all. Indeed, it was more than once as she walked along, that she was openly, if inoffensively, propositioned in scarcely-veiled terms. She reckoned, by the time she rang up Vikki from the downstairs lobby, that she had heard the phrase, "Hey baby, goin' my way?" at least fifteen times that day.
It was a surprised younger sister that opened the door for her, instantly launching into a mock tirade over her not calling the second she got to town.
"Oh, you know me," Carol explained as she swept past Vikki at the door to take a seat on the couch. "I always was a great one for rubbernecking the 'natives,' even when we were kids ... Where's Grant?"
Vikki moved Carol's suitcase from the doorway where she'd dropped it to the hall. "Angel's got him again," she called over her shoulder. "I think they're roller skating at Rockefeller Plaza."
Carol looked disappointed. "Oh?"
"They thought you'd be a little later getting here," Vikki explained, returning to the living room and taking a seat beside her. "Grant's really been looking forward to your coming!" In her mind, she spelled it with a U and two M's. "Angel's been looking forward to making your acquaintance, too!" This, with a 6 and a 9.
Satisfied with her sister's explanation, Carol managed a pair of pretty dimples. "Has he been behaving himself?" she queried.
"He's a good boy," Vikki assured her. "Real good!"
"What's for lunch? I'm starved."
"I thought you would be," Vikki said, helping Carol to her feet and dragging her off in the direction of the kitchen.
"I had some pizza sent over from Luigi's. It's warming in the oven."
"Sounds great, Vik."
* * *
Elgin Stafford stared reflectively from the window of his twenty-ninth floor office suite for a long time before reaching down to straighten the rising lump in his slacks. Below, he could see the crowds of summer tourists milling the sidewalks like so many thrill-seeking ants well into what, for most New Yorkers, was the normal working day. Of course they didn't all work the same hours, he thought smugly. Sometimes, they didn't even have to leave home to get the job done.
With that happy thought in mind, he turned from his station at the window and approached the intercom set on his desk, intent on calling Vikki to check on her progress before calling Garfield to tell him it was set for the Brinkman flick. But then, intuitively, he knew Vikki Haydon well enough by now to know just how resourceful she could be when she wanted to be. No, Vikki wouldn't be having any trouble; of that, he was certain.
Clearing his throat, the big man extended a beefy middle finger and pressed down hard on the toggle marked "Speak."
"Peggy ... ?"
"Yes, Mr. Stafford?"
"Get Dick Garfield on the line ... Tell him it's all systems go on the Brinkman thing ... He'll know what I'm talking about."
"Yes, Mr. Stafford."
Satisfied, Stafford plunged his hands deeply into his pockets to rattle his keys on the way back to the window. Jesus, he could hardly wait!
* * *
Vikki dabbed the last vestiges of tomato sauce from the corners of her pouting mouth and smiled concernedly. "Y'know kid," she continued with sisterly affection, "if I were in your shoes, I think I'd just go out and get myself laid and be done with it."
Carol conceded the point with a shrug. She and Vikki were sisters but, as far as sex was concerned, they weren't exactly cut from the same bolt of cloth. "I'd like to, Vik ... Maybe then I could get back to my studies, what with finals coming up in three weeks ... But, well, Grant's kind of a problem, y'know?"
"No. He's here in New York and you're in Philly."
"That's just the point, Vik ... I can't just go to bed with a guy ... I mean, what if he found out? ... I mean, if I was going steady with the guy it might be different, but I just haven't got the time for romance right now."
"Well, I'd never tell," Vikki assured her. "And besides, Grant's a pretty level-headed kid; I'm sure he understands that even mothers get horny once in a while."
Carol's blush matched the color of the tomato sauce that dripped from her latest slice of pizza ... I supposed," she faltered. "But, he's a lot like Fred, too, y'know? I mean, Fred was a real hotshot in bed, but he expected me to be a saint in public."
"Sounds like an old saw, kid ... Grant's hipper than that."
There was something overly familiar in her younger sister's tone when she spoke of Grant that bothered the red-haired young mother. She knew all about some of Vikki's wilder exploits, but surely she wasn't ... Her mind refused to entertain such notions any further. "Say, this is really good pizza," she brightened in an effort, to change the subject.
"Luigi makes the best in New York," Vikki agreed. "Grant says he's going to kidnap one of the cooks and take him back to Philly when summer's over." She studied her sister's handsome features, her pertly upturned nose, her deep blue eyes. "Y'know, Angel used to be married to this guy who couldn't get it up ... kind of an old geezer, y'know?"
Carol blinked uncertainly, not particularly caring for the direction their conversation was taking.
"Anyway," continued Vikki, "he was kind of a thoughtful old cuss ... But, he had business dealings that just wouldn't jell if word ever got out that his wife was playing around ... You want more pizza? I can call-"
Carol shook her head emphatically. "No, I'm going to bust now!"
"This guy actually fixed it up so she could go out and get laid just like a guy ... For money ... No questions asked, no-"
Carol nearly gagged on her pizza. "What!"
"Sure, why not? Guys pay for it without any repercussions, why shouldn't a woman have the same privilege?"
Instantly, Carol knew where the conversation was leading. "Are you suggesting that I ... I-"
Vikki nodded vigorously. "It beats getting picked up by God-knows-what in a singles bar ... And, who knows, you might even pass those finals."
Carol thought she was going to be sick. The very idea was revolting. And yet, there was an inexplicable subtle parting of her vaginal lips that served to increase her mortification.
"Hey, don't look so shocked, kid," Vikki reprimanded her. "It's just you and me talking, okay? Remember the Haydon sisters? Belles of the ball?"
Carol calmed a little. "You ... You just took me by surprise," she managed as if she'd just regained her wind from a blow to the stomach. "For a minute there I thought you were serious."
"I am," Vikki followed. "But nobody's twisting your arm ... Hell, the guy's as harmless as a fly ... I've tried him myself!"
"You have?" Carol was stunned.
Again, Vikki nodded. "It's neat, clean and unpretentious," she beamed. "If you want, I can probably fix up a little 'party' for this weekend."
The young mother's hands were shaking so bad that she dropped her pizza. Everything was coming so fast and yet there was something bizarrely exciting about her sister's proposal. God, it went against everything she'd ever been taught about decency and propriety, and yet ... it had been a long time since she'd done anything really wild.
"I'll go with you, kid," Vikki offered graciously. "We'll make a real shindig out of it."
Carol looked at her sister for a long moment, her interest obviously piqued, her curiosity aroused. And then, with a blush, she reached for another slice of hot pizza. "What the hell," she shrugged. "When in Rome ..."
Chapter 11
Elgin Stafford, his big frame attired in a toga-like garment that befitted his Caesarian position, paced the floor of his sprawling office-suite like an expectant father, inspecting each detail of the hastily-assembled Grecian decor for authenticity. If Tony Brinkman wanted a movie, he thought generously, then by God, he was going to give him a spectacular!
Peggy Norcross, dressed in a flowing white satin gown that did little to conceal her ample teenage breasts and hollowing buttocks, followed her employer around with a slavish ambience, carefully attending to details in compliance with his wishes. She paid particular attention to the camera set-ups, both those for the actual filming and the unit that was to show the film Stafford had personally selected to get everyone into the proper mood.
Casually, Elgin looked at his watch. "Well, I guess that about does it, Peggy," he announced. "We've got just enough time for a drink before our 'guest-of-honor' arrives."
Obediently, Peggy went to the bar and began to build a brace of gibbons-just the way he'd taught her, giving the cocktail onions a slight pinch and a healthy back spin as she plunked them into long-stemmed glasses. As she glanced around at her surroundings she, too, was impressed with Stafford's choice of decor. Of course, Metaxas would have been more in the spirit of the evening than gibbons, but even gods were known to make an occasional faux pas.
* * *
By the time Saturday afternoon arrived, Carol was in a state of prodigious agitation and ambivalent excitement. She was horrified at the position she had gotten herself into, yet secretly thrilled as well. There was a nagging guilt and a deep-rooted fear on the young mother's part that perhaps her willingness to comply with the wishes of her baby sister had to do with more than just "getting it out of her system." Perhaps, just perhaps, she worried sickly, she was just a little whore at heart ... like Vikki and her likeable roommate, Angel.
Idly, she fixed lunch for the entire crew before Angel whisked Grant off for a ride on the Staten Island ferry or something. She didn't eat much of it, just picked, and sipped coffee, and wished she was dead ... or being fucked to within an inch of her life. In a weird, curiously masochistic sort of way, she had been fantasizing almost constantly since her and Vikki's "sisterly" conversation as to what she might expect from her upcoming "date." In some strange way, Carol reasoned that she was somehow absolved of personal liability as far as her enjoying it might be concerned. After all, she was only acting rationally-an attribute that Fred himself had put a high premium on.
Shortly after lunch, Vikki had gone out to do some shopping and Carol had decided to spend the time she had to herself in the bathtub. Maybe I can soak these blues away, she sighed hopefully.
As she waited for the tub to fill, she peeled off her frayed little housecoat and inspected her voluptuous body in the full-length mirror on the bathroom wall, as if the bruises on her very soul might actually show through her translucent white skin. Then, satisfied that that wasn't the case, she turned to shut off the taps and eased slowly down into the warm and foamy water. Her thoughts trailed off momentarily then, as she picked up a washcloth and began to soap it into a thick, creamy lather. Scrubbing first one slender arm and then the other, she felt her satiny skin prickle sensuously against the rough nap of the washcloth and realized that she was already in a state of semi-readiness. She was looking forward to the coming evening, and there was no use in pretending that she wasn't. She wanted to be screwed by a lascivious stranger who would treat her like so much meat ... And worse, she wanted to be forced into it!
Inexplicably, the soapy washcloth found its way to the forty-inch bust line of which she was justly proud, lathering and scrubbing her puffy, berry-like pink nipples into rubbery erection. They tilted up proudly, shiny from the soap, swollen and throbbing almost as if ... as if someone had been sucking on them. Oh God, she thought, I only hope I can go through with this. Yet, somehow, deep within her most secret soul, she knew that she would be there ... with bells on.
* * *
Vikki was as surprised and delighted as her sister at the accompanying authentic dinner of mousaka and dolmadakia that Elgin Stafford had had specially catered from The Seventh Veil-New York's most exclusive Greek restaurant. At first she'd been concerned about how Carol would take it, but now, as she studied her lovely older sister's profile across the low Grecian table from her, she felt certain that everything would proceed according to plan.
Both sisters were wearing the flowing robe-like gowns that Elgin had sent over for the occasion, identical to Peggy's but for color. Vikki's gown, in keeping with the lighter coppery cast of her hair, was a shimmering pastel yellow, while the robin's egg hue of Carol's garment brought out the deep blue of her eyes and the deeper rusty highlights of her crowning tresses.
Carol fidgeted slightly on her pillow next to Elgin Stafford as Peggy got to her feet and began to clear away the dishes. She had no idea what role the pretty young blonde was to play in the evening's festivities, or just what it was all going to cost Vikki, who'd so graciously agreed to pick up the tab. Surely the price would be overwhelming. But then, she thought lewdly, perhaps all this unexpected extravagance would lead to something truly debauched ... something even wilder than the thoughts she'd been entertaining about Herbie Gatewood. Anyway, she hoped so; if one was going to wallow in wickedness, then the more bizarre, the better ...!
Elgin Stafford was obviously delighted with his young ward for the evening; she wasn't just beautiful, she was stunning, radiant and as fresh as a proverbial daisy. It was hard to believe that she was the kid's mother, but then he'd had similar reservations when he'd met Grant earlier in the day-that he looked too big to have a mother who was only thirty-four. Ironically, he thought how "amusing" it would be if Tony Brinkman didn't believe it. Nonetheless, he thoroughly intended to see his little project through if, for nothing else, just to get his mouth on those fabulous titties of hers. And, besides, hadn't he caught her stealing glances at his crotch all through dinner?
He could tell that she was nervous about the whole thing, but that only added to his excitement. That, and the knowledge that her own son would be waiting in the outer office, listening to the entire affair over the intercom system.
"Peggy," the big man announced suddenly, "why don't you hit those lights ... I think the girls are in the mood for a little entertainment now!"
Carol felt her pulse quicken suddenly as the room went suddenly black. Well, girl, she reminded herself, this is it!
* * *
Grant Bauer let himself in quietly through the front door and sat down at Peggy's desk as he'd been instructed. He reached forward carefully and pressed the switch labeled "Listen," then leaned back in the chair and folded his hands behind his head. Already, his teenage penis was jerking in his pants, and all he had to do was close his eyes to remember the way the tremendous bulge in Elgin Stafford's slacks had looked when the lewd man had outlined the details of the "party" for him that afternoon. Just the idea of that big evil salami sawing in and out of his sweet little mother's pussy was enough to send shivers of lewd delight coursing through him, let alone being able to listen to and, later, to take part in it.
He fiddled with the volume control for a second, then leaned back again to listen as the buzz of the movie projector sputtered in over the set. Idly, his hands dropped down to his lap to rub and fondle himself in anticipation of what was yet to come ...
* * *
A tremor of curious anticipation knifed through Carol's abdomen as she watched the title, THE EDUCATION OF KELLY SHIGETA flash onto the screen that had been electronically lowered against a distant wall. She felt her pillow sag slightly as Stafford moved a little closer to her, whispering. "You'll love this one, dollface!" She huddled low where she sat, catching her breath and tensing as a nearly naked, voluptuously built brunette girl flashed onto the screen in living color. God, she'd never seen anything so lewd in her life!
The girl stood with her hands on her naked hips. She had clothes on, but not many, as she grinned brazenly into the camera. Her face was partially hidden behind a white mask, that left her full black-rouged lips clearly visible. The girl was wearing a while silk cape that was thrown back over her naked shoulders, revealing her melon-shaped breasts in all their rounded loveliness. Her nipples were deep purple and swollen, tilting upwards like luscious ripe plums. Her lithe young torso was naked except for a contrasting black leather corset that pinched and molded the velvety alabaster flesh of her already-narrow waist to an unbelievable breathtaking thinness. On her long slender legs she wore black leather platform boots that stretched to mid-thigh. In her black-gloved hands she idly fingered a stiff leather riding crop.
Oh, my! Carol breathed heavily, squirming deeper into the pillow. Oh my!
The masked girl grinned at the camera and slowly, wantonly, licked her luscious lips. Teasingly, the camera took in her figure, moving in for a close-up of her jutting mound of Venus and her thick wedge of black pubic hair. Lewdly, on cue, the girl ground her hips at the camera in an obscene parody of love making.
Carol watched mesmerized, her blue eyes wide, as the girl's cuntal lips parted with a velvety spread that permitted everyone to see the glistening pink interior flesh that betrayed her obscene excitement. The camera pulled back then, to take in all of her voluptuousness. Her breasts were high riding and thrust out provocatively.
The masked girl turned, with the camera getting an exciting shot of her nakedly rounded buttocks. She pointed beyond to a lush-figured Japanese girl who was sprawled seductively on a bed. The girl didn't look a day over fifteen ... and so defenseless. The masked girl strode across the room, the camera following her as she walked to the bed. Her full breasts jiggled as she walked. Her whip hissed through the air again, snapping itself with an ugly crack right above the girl's nakedly trembling stomach. The camera lingered over the frightened girl's body for a moment as she pressed her legs together and tried to huddle over and away from the whip and the prying camera. Once more the small whip hissed. Bare flesh was stung by the tip of the vicious little weapon and an angry red streak appeared on the girl's slender white tight. Again the whip whistled and she cringed away.
Carol gasped in horror as the Japanese girl jumped and recoiled, her breasts jumping and quivering in her efforts to avoid the cruel lash, but, again the riding crop cracked, bringing another livid red welt out on her shoulder and arm. The whole situation seemed bizarre and unreal to the young mother, and for a lingering moment she debated getting up and walking out of the room. Yet, there was something lewdly compelling about the scene that won out in the end.
With a sadistic grin on her masked face, the brunette motioned for the Oriental girl to roll over on her back. Obediently, the girl rolled over, her legs held tightly together, her eyes tightly shut. The camera seemed to gloat over her nakedly helpless figure and the two angry red welts on her creamy golden skin. Once more the menacing stiff whip cracked its warning less than two inches above her fearfully cringing figure.
Carol shuddered in breathless anticipation, oblivious to the presence of Elgin Stafford sitting next to her. It was a frightening moment as the girl slowly spread her tapering golden legs, and the rusty-haired mother could see the swollen velvet lips of her pussy part as if of their own volition.
The masked girl again stepped into the camera frame, grinning viciously down at the girl, her flashing white teeth sparkling beneath her mask. Yet again the riding crop snapped, and the young girl's mouth opened wide in the silent scream of fear, her body recoiling. Terrified, the girl once again spread her long golden legs as far as she could. The cords along her inner thighs stood out like velvet ropes as she spread them. The whip hissed another warning over her body and the girl cringed and bent her knees upwards. Then she lay there, her naked breasts quivering as she heaved for breath, her legs split wide open, tears of anguish streaming down her cheeks.
Carol felt confusion. At once her heart went out in sympathy to the girl in the picture, while at the same time she was secretly thrilled by the savage treatment the luscious brunette in the mask was subjecting her to! The camera zoomed in for a close shot of the Japanese girl's defenseless little cunt with its vaginal lips spread wide. The young mother could clearly see the moisture making her slit glisten ... she could see that her tiny clitoris was erect and oiled with excitement. And then she gasped as she realized that the frightened girl was becoming sexually aroused by the terrible things that were happening to her!
The camera pulled back to show the pale-skinned girl with her whip and mask leering down at the cowering Oriental girl. Reluctantly taking her eyes from the lewdly tempting form of the young woman, the statuesque brunette turned and walked toward the camera. A look of passion went over her face then as her lips twisted into a wanton smile. The camera pulled back slightly to show her free hand in a delicious close-up-slowly and sensuously caressing her own cunt! Her black-gloved fingers spread her wetly glistening vaginal lips, revealing the coralline flesh that throbbed with each excited beat of her pulse. Idly, she cracked the riding crop and grinned again at the camera.
Every fiber of Carol's being was locked in concentration on the screen. In a dramatic cape-sweeping gesture, the masked girl stepped aside and the camera again zoomed in for a close-up of the girl on the bed, her legs split obscenely wide, one arm shielding her eyes from the glaring light. Her ripe vagina was swollen and gaping, the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks quivering under the strain. The young mother fidgeted nervously. It was as if someone had just kicked her in the stomach. She sat open-mouthed and utterly speechless. She was watching two beautiful indecent girls, posing nakedly and obscenely, engaged in something that she had never known before. There was a great longing now, a streaking sexual hunger so strong in her that she was literally blinded by passion for a fleeting moment.
Carol slumped down on the pillow, her passion-glazed eyes drifting back up to the film ... and the totally naked man who had joined the girls in the interim. She'd seen Fred naked before, on any number of occasions, but she'd never even imagined a penis like the one up on the screen! It was huge-nine throbbing inches long and two in diameter. And, right before her very eyes, it seemed to be growing still larger!
The nameless man, himself wearing a red mask that enhanced his satanic appearance, his muscular tanned body glistening with an oily sheen, stroked himself lewdly as he gaped down at the helpless girl on the bed with her slender legs still spread wide. The camera closed in on his huge growing cock like a beast of prey, keeping meticulous watch as he slowly stroked it to pulsing gargantuan life, peeling the loose flap of foreskin back over the slippery lust-purpled head until the blood-engorged tip flared out wickedly. Abruptly, the sadistic masked girl moved forward and roughly grabbed the cowering Nisei girl, forcing her over onto her hands and knees. The brunette "mistress" was obviously enjoying herself as she smiled and ran one gloved finger up and down the length of the girl's gleaming slit, her own hips pumping forward obscenely.
Carol gasped as she saw one outstretched black-gloved finger probing for the elastic nether ring of the tiny anus and, finding it, plunge brutally and wildly in. And then, she felt herself jerk reflexively as Elgin Stafford's big hairy arm encircled her tiny waist and pulled her closer to him.
"What do you think of the picture so far, honey?" he breathed hotly into her ear.
Even before she could calculate an appropriate response, the young mother could feel his other hand creeping under the hem of her robe to caress her naked legs beneath. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't bring herself to admit just how hot the movie was making her. Instead, she spread her legs slightly, then reached down and took hold of Stafford's wrist, guiding his probing paw to the strip of wet nylon at the juncture of her thighs. If she couldn't bring herself to tell him how much she was enjoying the activities on the screen, she reasoned, then she would show him!
In her obvious terror, the Japanese girl in the movie failed to notice the man moving closer to the bed ... not until it was too late. She looked up and gasped as he seized her by both arms, grabbing her slender wrists and forcing them cruelly behind her back. Then, to her apparent horror, she realized that the masked girl had just handed him a pair of handcuffs!
After a short struggle, the girl lay still, panting, her chin resting on the bed spread, her conical breasts heaving, while the brunette beamed at the edge of the bed. Suddenly, the riding crop snaked through the air again to leave a livid crimson welt across the girl's upturned naked ass. Instinctively, she glanced in fear at her two vile captors for a sign of remission that she knew deep within her soul would never come. Again, the vicious little whip lashed out ... and again ... and again. And then, abruptly, the raven-haired dominatrix with the wild gypsy eyes cast the evil instrument of torture aside and flew to an open night case on the dresser that adorned a distant wall.
* * *
Grant could actually hear the heavy breathing in the adjoining room, even above the whir of the projector. His hands were still busy at his crotch, but now his cock was out in the open and he fondled it lewdly, slowly stroking the foreskin up and down to cap and uncap the satiny purple head It might not be as big as Mr. Stafford's, he knew, but it was a pretty imposing hunk of meat in any case, and he was sure his mom would love it.
More excited than he'd ever been in his life, the horny young teenager got to his feet and began to pace the brief distance between the desk and the connecting door like a caged cat. He knew it would be foolish to barge in now and spoil the whole thing before it even got off the ground but, damnit, he just had to have a look!
Dousing the lights in the outer office, Grant touched the knob on the door like it was hot, twisting it slowly and inching the door open a fraction-of-an-inch at a time. It took a moment for his eyes to grow accustomed to the darkness, but gradually he began to discern human shapes in the dismal light being reflected from the images on the screen. He couldn't see the movie from his vantage point, but he could make out the robe-clad figure of Aunt Vikki sidling closer to the blonde girl he'd been introduced to earlier as Mr. Stafford's secretary. And beyond, sprawled lewdly on an enormous Grecian pillow, he could see the unmistakable beauty of his mother and Aunt Vikki's boss. Sweet fucking Jesus! his mind registered soberly. He's got his goddam hand shoved right up Mom's robe!
* * *
Totally oblivious to her unseen "audience," Carol emitted an audible gasp at the dual thrills of Elgin Stafford's beefy fingers massaging of her smooth upper thighs and the visual images on the screen. Her heart threatened to beat right through her robe as she watched the masked girl return from the dresser with a huge and shiny dildo with an almost unimaginably wicked curve to it. God, she thought, surely she isn't planning to use that ... that "thing" on that poor girl! And yet, she knew perfectly well that she was, and the idea thrilled her to the core.
It was wrong to be sitting there watching; worse still to know that she, too, would soon be fucked by an out-and-out stranger ... and paying for it as well. And yet, at the same time, the movie was the most exciting thing she'd ever seen in her life. She moaned as she watched the brunette approach the cringing Oriental girl on the bed, grinding her own crotch up lewdly against Stafford's hairy hand in an effort to excite him to even greater liberties. Already her thin nylon panties were soaked through and through, the leg band pulling up tightly between the slightly-parted lips of her pussy.
The man in the movie stood leeringly by, seemingly content to let the beautiful brunette control the activities on-screen. Then, his thickly swollen cock swaying before him like an evil bowsprit, he walked over to the night stand that stood by the side of the bed and pulled a jar of Vaseline out of the top drawer. Lewdly smearing the greasy concoction over his livid penile flesh, he looked down at the bed and saw the Nisei girl's nakedly writhing buttocks and grinned with wicked delight at the network of scarlet welts that marked their dusky loveliness.
Resignedly, the girl let her naked shoulders drop to the bed, her lush golden breasts swinging forward from their own weight until the swollen tips of her nipples brushed lightly across the surface of the bedspread. From the corner of her eye she could see the evil man busily greasing up his penis, a look of surprise crossing her pretty features as he stepped up behind the masked girl rather than herself and sweeping the white cape aside began to insinuate his cock in the crevice of the brunette's pale-fleshed ass squeezed out below the flaring bottom edge of the corset. Then, her heart caught in her throat as the masked girl reached for the jar of Vaseline and began to anoint the wicked dildo she held so lovingly in her long-nailed fingers.
"My God," Carol gasped suddenly, "what's she going to do to that poor girl?"
"Just watch, baby," Stafford cackled lewdly, his massive middle finger brushing across her sensitive swollen clitoris through the bunched material of her panties. "Watch ... and learn!"
Quickly now, the man in the red mask stepped up behind the exotic caped girl and parted the half-moons of her satin-sheened buttocks with his thumbs as if halving a ripe peach. Then, centering the thickly-flanged head of his slippery red prick at her puckered anal rim, he thrust.
Despite his massive girth, he slid easily to the hilt, causing the brunettes black-glossed lips to form a delighted "oh!" as she shoved her ass back against him. Almost effortlessly now, he drubbed into the masked brunettes dimpled buttocks, slowly inching her towards the up-thrust moons of the Japanese girl's well-whipped ass as if he were pushing a fleshy wheelbarrow.
In need of no further encouragement, the masked girl lowered the dildo she held in her hand to the puckered alter orifice of her victim's rectum, cruelly pressing it inwards an excruciating quarter-inch at a time until it, too, was emboweled to a depth of several inches.
Carol twisted nervously on the pillow, grinding her own pelvis up reflexively as she felt her sister's boss shove one, then two, meaty fingers up her dripping pink cunt. She groaned aloud, a wave of near-nauseous excitement churning in her stomach as she continued to stare at the mind-boggling spectacle on the screen in front of her. God, it was filthy! Three nakedly fucking people pressed together like some kind of perverted sandwich!
She could see the man pumping furiously now into the masked girl's clinging asshole while she herself thrust the lewd plastic dildo in and out of the Oriental girl's widely-stretched anal orifice with equal fury. God, it was dirty ... hideous ... wonderful!
"Now, watch what happens!" Stafford choked hotly.
As if on cue, the man pulled his throbbing cock from the brunette's clinging asshole and moved swiftly around the bed to position himself in front of the handcuffed girl's beautifully frightened face. Mouthing an unheard command, he reached out and jerked her head Sack by the hair then lewdly slapped her face on both cheeks with the very cock he'd just withdraw, from the masked girl's asshole.
Her almond eyes stretched wide in horror, but too frightened to resist, the girl opened her mouth wide to capture the vile malodorous instrument, her tongue lolling out to lap at the livid web of pulsing veins that covered its sensitive underside. She sucked slowly at first, drawing him into her face with lingering repugnance. But then ... after long delicious minutes of the dildo cramming in and out of her own golden ass ... her expression began to change until it was as much a mask of depravity as those of her captors. She sucked not merely to end it, but to please ... she wanted to suck him clean!
On the other side of the low Grecian table, Vikki too stirred restlessly. She was sharing the same pillow with Peggy now, their hands busily fondling each other's breasts and legs. She'd been aching to get her hands on Elgin's eighteen-year-old secretary for weeks, and it was she who'd insisted on the young blonde's presence at tonight's "party."
Peggy's robe was open now to the waist, and she stared excitedly at the flickering images on the screen as Vikki's beautiful face began to lower to first one, and then the other, delicious strawberry nipple in turn. Even in the dimly reflected light her distended teenage pap's glistened brightly with the young aunt's saliva, and as she withdrew her eyes from the screen for a moment to flash her lecherous employer a wan smile of approval, she was thrilled to see the droll man subjecting the luscious young mother to the same delightful treatment.
Carol leaned back on her arms, a delighted gurgle coming from her throat as her sister's boss undid the knotted sash at her waist, completely baring her front. She was already naked beneath the silken garment-Stafford having insisted that the sisters wear only the robes and extremely high heels-and she was openly thrilled now at the devastatingly bitchy appearance she presented with her robe parted and her feet shod in the towering eight-inch pumps she'd borrowed from Vikki. She could still feel the lusty man's fingers dipping smoothly in and out of her dripping vaginal sheath, and her breath caught in her throat as his huge head dropped to her tits and began to suck with mindless abandon. And then, as she glanced up naughtily to see if her incorrigible little sister was watching, she caught Peggy's impassioned grin and returned it with one of her own.
On the screen, the lubricous film was coming to a rapid close as the kneeling, manacled Japanese girl buffeted deliciously back and forth between the twin cocks fucking into her asshole and face. Her whole naked back seemed to ripple like that of a stretching cat as she sought feverishly to embed the last few inches of the masked girl's plastic dildo, while in front her liquid tongue lathed and sucked like a thing possessed on the leaking swollen bulb of the man's penis.
And then, as the reel spun out its last few feet in explosive multiple orgasm, Elgin Stafford reached down and opened the front of his own garment, rolling over on his back beside the hot little mother, his gargantuan prick poling skyward like an ancient battle lance. "Are you ready, baby?" he queried evilly. "Are you ready to have some good hot cock shoved clear up to your tits?"
Deeply excited at Stafford's crudely mouthed proposal, Carol looked down at his massively sprawled girth, her soft blue eyes locking instantly on his soaring cock. God, it was at least ten inches long and as thick as her wrist! In need of no further urging, she slipped quickly out of her robe then clambered gingerly over the balding man's mountainous form and straddled him.
On her knees and facing him, Carol took his frighteningly huge cock into her trembling hand and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. Teasingly, she parted the outer lips of her labia with the pulsing head of it and rubbed it in the accumulated wetness there, briskly taunting her swollen clitoris.
"You'd better take it slow, baby," Vikki's boss advised. "We don't want to kill you, now do we?"
The tender tissues of her interior flesh stretching painfully before it, the young red-haired mother sat down lightly on Stafford's column of sweating flesh. Surprisingly, the first half of it-five or six inches-went in with only a modicum of discomfort. Then, filled nearly to capacity already, Carol realized that there were still several even thicker inches to go!
"Easy, baby," he reminded her. "Take it slow."
He was into her as far as Fred had ever been already, but the disproportionate thickness of his cock was far, far greater than that of her deceased husband. Still, driven by the insane desire to please her piggish host, she forced her supple body down hard and managed to absorb another inch-and-a-half of him.
"I-I don't think I can take any more of it, Mr. Stafford," she gasped apologetically.
"Just take your time," he encouraged her, "I intend to fuck you all night long anyway."
Gradually, by relaxing her body weight and letting gravity do most of the work, she absorbed over the course of several minutes the remaining few inches of his juicy cock. As the prickly salt-and-pepper hairs of his balls tickled her asshole, she realized that it would be literally impossible for her to take anything deeper without piercing her lungs.
"How is it now, baby?" he questioned.
"I-It hurts, Mr. Stafford!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
Biting her lower lip against the tearing pain, Carol shook her head "no" with enough emphaticness to send her rusty hair swirling around her naked white shoulders like a silken veil.
With tortuous slowness, the muscles of her pussy relaxed around his weeping thickness and she began a ritualistic up and down pumping motion that brought a smile of victory to his wicked mouth.
"Good, baby!" he complimented her. "You've got the makings of a real whore!"
"Thank you, Mr. Stafford," she smiled, "I'm glad I please you!"
Up and down she slid on Elgin Stafford's ten-inch rod of swollen flesh, beginning at last to revel in the unspeakable pleasure it was giving her. He chewed and sucked at the dangling tips of her huge breasts ... and brought her in the space of a few minutes to the brink of orgasm.
"Would you like to liven up the party a little bit?" he asked suddenly. "I've got a little surprise for you, if you think you're ready."
"Oh, God yes!" she blurted excitedly. She was wallowing in sin and loving every second of it. "Anything you want!"
Stafford's cruel mouth opened wide in a shout, "Hey, Peggy, get the lights ...!"
Chapter 12
Already naked, and having just greased up his cock with Vaseline the way Mr. Stafford had told him to, Grant sprang through the door like an athlete the second the lights flashed on in the adjoining office-suite. Without paying the slightest attention to the two girls who were assuming a sixty-nine position on the pillows on the other side of the low table, he fell upon his mother's naked ass, lewdly rubbing the balled fist at the end of his penis up and down in the satin-smooth crevice while Mr. Stafford held her pretty face in his hands and thrust his tongue down her mouth so she couldn't turn her head to look.
Kneeling behind his mother's white buttocks, he felt a sense of power flood through his powerful young body. His cock felt like a savagely beating heart as he leaned forward, testingly, and grazed the puckered pink hole between the soft pliant halves of her ass. Then, he placed his steel thumbs on the insides of her cheeks and spread them painfully apart, exposing more fully the tempting anal orifice.
Carol issued a small gasp of anguish at the painful treatment she was receiving from the faceless "stranger's" strong hands, attempting a futile protest around the probing thickness of Stafford's tongue. Then, almost imperceptively, she felt the thickened length of his penis insinuate itself between her wide-spread cheeks and begin a sawing motion in the sensitive crevice. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, so huge and hard, and pulsing with veins, it felt... wicked, and as much as she hated to admit it to herself, thrilling!
Grant stared down at the full round moons of his mother's buttocks. They were smaller than he'd expected, but there was a soft feminine plumpness to them that set the blood racing in his already swollen cock. His testicles were fairly churning at the temptingly lascivious sight, making him want to thrust his prick immediately into her clasping rectal entrance. Yet, he hesitated, even though his never ceasing rubbings of her convinced him that she was, willingly or not, aroused. There was no way she couldn't be aroused, he thought, not with that fucking log of Mr. Stafford's stuffed up her pussy to the roots! Still, he wanted her to know who he was ... just as soon as he'd finished sucking her asshole!
Carol became immediately aware that there was a sudden gentleness, a relaxing in his grip, on the part of the unknown man behind her. Even though he still held her firmly in his grasp, she couldn't feel the splitting anguish of his former cruelty any longer, and for a fleeting moment she hoped that maybe he couldn't do it, that he'd had a change of heart or something. But no, he was not leaving her at all, only moving around a bit until she could feel his lips kissing her quivering moons with lascivious abandon.
With a sickening thrill, she realized what it was that he wanted to do to her, and her pulse quickened at the obscene idea. She had never ever let her own husband do that to her, and yet, from this total stranger, she was actually looking forward to it! This was the moment of tenderness, the unexpected change from pain to voluptuous excitement, as suddenly as she felt his tongue lash out lewdly at her sensitive asshole. Her body stiffened around Stafford's deep-thrust cock as if she had received a tremendous electrical shock at the initial contact, but gradually, as his lickings continued, as his probing oral digit, like a little cock of its own, began to slither deeply up inside her clasping rectum, she began to relax ... and enjoy it!
Unable to prevent the moans of mounting lust that issued from her throat, Carol felt the blood pounding in her temples in tempo to the tip of Grant's snaking tongue slipping in and out of her ass. But still, she couldn't bring herself to admit final defeat, to accept the undeniable fact that she actually wanted this! My God ... what's come over me? I must be sick ... a perverted whore or something!... But it feels so gooooood! Please forgive me, Fred darling, but I like it! ... I LOVE IT!
Then, she felt the pillows sag again as, behind her, the delightful stranger once more changed his position, raising up so that again she could feel his cock pressing against the crevice of her ass in a lewd sandwich of excited flesh. Then, he was stroking his mammoth rod across the gasping mouth of her asshole as he held it at the base with one hand and continued to caress her ass-cheeks with the other. God, what a feeling ...!
In her cunt, she could feel Elgin Stafford's thick cock raising the heights of her sensation with ever-increasing vigor as he slammed himself in and out with little regard for any discomfort she might be feeling. Still, like Grant, he was getting impatient for the "moment of truth," even as he still held her face lewdly locked to his.
"Go ahead, kid!" he stammered suddenly, finally breaking the kiss. "What are you waiting for!"
Grant centered the head of his cock and shoved. So sudden was his action, that he was into her several inches before her sphincter muscles clamped down in protest. "Oh God," she gasped, "it hurts!"
The young son could feel a knot of victory in his stomach as he mustered all his strength for the final lunge. "Mom," he said, "you've got a nice ass."
So matter-of-fact was the voice behind her, that it took a few seconds for the horrible realization of what was actually happening to register in her confused brain. Then, her heart beating wildly, she looked back over her shoulder to confirm the impossible. "Oh, my God!" her voice erupted suddenly in a scream. "I-It's Grant! ... MY OWN SON!"
And then, he buried himself to the balls in his mother's resisting asshole.
On the other pile of pillows, Vikki looked up from Peggy's blonde muff and smiled, her beautiful face glistening with the teenage secretary's delicate nectars. There! she thought smugly. That should convince that faggot Brinkman it's for real!
The pain in the young mother's ass, no matter how great, was small compared to the agony in her soul at that moment. Paying for the huge cock in her stomach had been a devastating-enough transition, but this ... this vile incestuous plot was nearly more than she could bear. It didn't matter that her rectal muscles were relaxing a little ... It didn't even matter that occasionally-every third or fourth stroke of so-the cock in her ass triggered a faintly voluptuous feeling of pleasure.
No, nothing mattered anymore, she thought drolly as she relaxed against the double assault. Better she should let them have their way and get it over with.
Grant could hardly believe the rapid transition taking place beneath him. Not only was his mother no longer resisting, she was beginning to skewer back against him in lewd concentric circles! Jeez, he hoped Mrs. Stafford didn't take too long ... he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold back. Carol's rectum sucked back and forth on his Vaseline-smeared cock like an oiled glove now and, through the thin connecting wall of flesh, he could feel his Aunt Vikki's boss' thick salami pumping wildly into her hot pink cunt. A thrill of consummate evil rippled through his muscular body as he bored down solidly then, as if he were trying to cram his very balls up there too.
Vikki would have liked to have been able to concentrate more fully on her sucking of Peggy's cunt, but she couldn't draw her eyes away from the lascivious three-way fucking going on right in the same room with her. She was magnetized by the depraved act that she was witnessing and her entranced eyes followed every movement of the two hard plunging cocks as they buried themselves simultaneously in both of Carol's widely stretched passages. She saw the wrinkled rim of her sister's anus pull out as it clung to the pounding hardness of Grant's cock, and the tiny coral petals of her outer vaginal flesh nibbling hungrily at her boss' sawing penis.
And then, the young aunt saw something that she could hardly believe at first. Her experienced eyes saw at once the very moment when pain turned to pleasure and the sandwiched young mother began to enjoy the debauched, incestuous three-way coupling. The younger sister sensed Carol's total subjugation even before the young mother herself realized it.
At first, Carol was shocked when she realized that little wisps of arousal were curling deep in her loins. Oh God, what kind of a slut from hell am I? she wondered frantically as she tried to blank out the insidious signals of desire.
But, it was no use.
The little wisps grew into flurries and soon her trembling body was engulfed with sensations of unbelievable pleasure. There was no doubt about it now ... she was beginning to respond fully to the lewd double-fucking. She was starting to enjoy being sandwiched between a lecherous middle-aged man and her own beloved son ... and to enjoy their two lust-thickened cocks driving together into her hopelessly dilated passages. She began to swing her flaring buttocks backward to receive her son's downward plunging penis and then to flick her hips forward to welcome all of Elgin Stafford's wonderful cock into her hungrily receptive pussy.
All at once she felt totally liberated from all mental and moral restrictions and she was able to drift with the overwhelming tide of passion which was carrying her along. She was enveloped in a swirling miasma of sensual pleasure and it was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Poor Vikki ... all she can do is sit and watch me being fucked half to death by two men at the same time! ... For once, I'm the lucky one!
The movements of their three lewdly-linked bodies seemed perfectly synchronized and Carol felt as if she could go like that forever. It was such a safe secure feeling, she would never be afraid again after this. This, indeed, was the ultimate, and her sensually tingling flesh was experiencing new heights of tantalizing pleasure. Her nerve endings simmered with erotic excitement and she felt as if pure sensuality was emanating from every pore of her body.
The smooth pink edges of Carol's pussy drew back with Stafford's cock on the out-stroke and disappeared back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her belly. The same was true with the tight clasping opening of her wide-stretched asshole as her teenage son screwed into it with a demonic fury. She was nearly overwhelmed by a strange kind of masochistic joy. Perhaps it was from the very helplessness of her position, or the deliciously naughty thought of being fucked half to death by two men at once. Whatever it was, she liked it. Her boyish white hips began to move backwards again to meet the up-thrust of Grant's cramming it into her rectum and then forward again to swallow the whole of Elgin Stafford's plunging cock into her hungrily nibbling pussy. Her whole body undulated between the two men and her buttocks moved in tiny abandoned circles.
"Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck me ..." she chanted in time to their bone-jarring thrusts into her vagina and rectum. "Oh God, fuck me 'til I die!"
She had never been so carried away with anything in her entire life, and she prayed that it could go on forever. The very level of corruption that had prompted her sister and her son to connive for the use of her body charged her with a lewd delight that she hadn't imagined could exist in this life. Her mind became a kaleidoscope of bizarre delights ... She was a whore ... a concubine ... a lowly slave bent in submission before a pair of cruel Oriental potentates.
SHE WAS CUMMING ...!
Grant felt his mother spasm beneath him and the resultant tension was enough to trigger both his and Stafford's orgasm below him. In long, bullet-like squirts he pumped ounce after ounce of his hot incestuous seed into her bowels, knowing instinctively that Aunt Vikki's boss was at the same time filling her womb. Finally, the last of his load laying deep within her, he collapsed with a heavy sigh ... and a happy smile in the direction of his mother's sister.
EPILOGUE
Angel Manning lit a cigarette and let the smoke spiral skyward into the beam of light that knifed through a small slit in the bedroom curtain. "Grant, sugar?" she said. "You didn't go back to sleep, did you?"
Grant uttered a non-committal grunt, then rolled over on his side and propped himself up on one elbow to stare at her beautiful black nakedness. "Good morning," he yawned. "What the fuck time is it?"
Angel smiled over at the handsome teenager and reached down to squeeze his cock beneath the covers. "Time to get rid of that hard-on, sugar," she cooed. "That is, if you don't want to be late meeting your pretty little mama at the airport."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Angel," he yawned again. "That bitch is the best cocksucker on the eastern seaboard."
"Even better than me, sugar?"
"I don't remember," he teased. "Are you supposed to be pretty good?"
Angel crushed out her cigarette in an ashtray on the night table, then let out a feline growl as she rolled back over to face him. Then, swiftly, she threw back the bedspread and clambered down over his poling cock. "I'll show you who's good, sugar," she promised, slipping her luscious red-rouged lips over his crowning glory.
Grant reached down and wound his fingers into her hair, forcing her face down onto his prick, uncaring that the beautiful naked figure of his Aunt Vikki had just entered the room.
"Hey," the young redhead protested vigorously, "I told you guys not to start without me!"
"Who was that on the phone," Grant responded indifferently.
"Carol," Vikki returned. "She said she might be taking a later plane."
"Oh?"
"Some kind of personal business, she said ... I told her not to be too late, I've got her fixed up for a nine o'clock date with Richard Garfield."
She approached the bed then, taking up a position next to her beautiful black roommate, her naked white ass sticking lewdly up in the air to reveal the coppery-fringed curls of her pussy. "Move over and let me have a suck, too, sugar," she teased. " 'Roomies' are supposed to share everything ... just like sisters!"
* * *
As the movers loaded the last boxes of household goods onto the van, Carol Bauer looked around at the empty house and heaved a heavy sigh. With school finally over and her and Grant moving to New York, it was the end of one chapter in their lives and the beginning of another. Still, there was one thing left to do before she closed the book, and, with that thought in mind, she approached the phone that still hung on the kitchen wall with a singularity of purpose.
The phone rang three times before a panting young male voice came crackling onto the line. "Beta Sig."
"Hi," she purred. "Could I speak to 'The Flash' ...?"
