With a cat-quick feint to his left, Dick Victor cut toward the right of the basket and softly laid the ball through the limp net. It was business as usual for the star of the Lowry High School basketball quintet, and his teammates punctuated the practice session with the applause stars learn to expect.
"Beautiful, Dick! Beautiful!" yelled Joel Marchant, the team's playmaker.
"You play like that at Wharton next week and we'll be home free!" coach Jack Malton shouted. Although he was considered the monarch of Lowry's athletic world, the husky young Malton was careful to offer the right kind of encouragement to his star, allowing him to slide comfortably into the role of school hero.
The rewards of that lofty position were many, and two of the long-legged female variety lounged on the sidelines. Cheerleaders, they had changed from their uniforms and taken seats near the court to watch the athletes romp through their workout.
Her blonde hair a burst of flame falling to her shoulders, seventeen-year-old Beth Vinsin slowly crossed and recrossed her sleek legs. Her satin-smooth thighs rippled as she jiggled a foot restlessly.
"Oooh, Wilma," she murmured. "Don't those beautiful animals just turn you on? God, look at Dick."
"Ummm, he's a doll."
Like Beth, Wilma Marchant was precocious and knew it. Her lush tits swelled above the rim of her low-cut sweater as she turned to watch the action fly by. She smiled at each boy who made a point of frequenting her side of the floor during play.
A shrill whistle sliced through the air, signaling a respite. Dick jogged over to Beth and Wilma.
"Hiya, girls. How're things?"
"Hello, Dick," Beth replied. "Glad you came over. We were getting lonely."
Dick eyed the silken slopes of her breasts, barely concealed by a thin blouse and flimsy brassiere. Her short skirt rode high about her hips. "What're you two doing here, anyway? There's gotta be somethin' better goin' than this."
"All in the line of duty," said Wilma.
"That's right," added Beth. "After all, we are cheerleaders, aren't we?"
"The best kind," he answered.
She smiled at him, her pink lips parted and her eyes shining. He reached for her hand.
"C'mon. Let's get a little liquid refreshment. There's a water cooler in the lockerroom."
"Sure," she said, and slipped from the bleachers. He watched her tight buttocks twitch and roll as she led the way. Her smooth thighs and calves flexed and relaxed as she strolled.
"What about me?" Wilma called.
"Come along if you want," answered the blonde.
As Wilma rose, she saw Coach Malton angrily watching Beth and Dick disappear into the dark lockerroom. Catching his eye with a slight wave of her hand, she smiled hello, then sauntered after the couple.
Malton blushed with anger and desire-anger that Dick could flaunt his freedom so blatantly and desire for the sensuous sister of Joel Marchant. Reproaching himself for his thoughts, he decided to extend the time out.
Inside the deserted lockerroom, Beth turned and snaked her arms about Dick's neck. Pressing her full tits against his chest, she ran her fingers through his hair and slid her belly against him. He took her mouth with his. She opened wide, her tongue thrashing around his, sliding and toying and teasing. He groaned and spread his hands across her buttocks, jamming her pussy mound hard against his throbbing organ.
"Ohhh, Dick," she moaned.
Her hand smoothly found its way into his shorts, and her fingers gently squeezed and stroked his swollen shaft. He hissed with pleasure. She slowly ran her hand along the underside of his cock, and his body quivered. He buried his lips in the soft nape of her neck and fumbled with the straining buttons of her blouse. She drew away from him, her eyes bright with lust, and shrugged free of the garment. Reaching behind her, she released the snaps of her half bra. Her breasts tumbled free, creamy in the soft light of the lockerroom.
A moment later, his tongue was bathing and teasing one of her nipples. Squirming in an erotic frenzy, she threw her head back and pressed his perspiring face deep into her juicy tits, rolling his greedy mouth back and forth.
"Suck on 'em," she panted, writhing in lust. "I love to have them sucked."
Dick drew a fiery orb into his mouth and suckled noisily. His tongue laved a hardened nipple, the long strokes driving a mindless pleasure through her. He gently nipped at the tingling point.
"Ahhh, that feels so good," she moaned. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Dick had other ideas. Abandoning her swollen breasts, he loosened her skirt and knelt to slowly draw the garment from her thighs. His hands trembling, he lowered her sheer panties, exposing the hypnotizing jungle of her cunt. She grinned wide in expectation. His tongue came alive, lapping at her slit. She groaned as he buried his face in her dark pussy. He licked and sniffed, loving the smell of it. She spread her legs wider, twined her fingers in his hair, and urged him deep into her.
"Eat me!" she cried. "Eat me! Eat me!"
Dick's thick, wet tongue thrust in and out between the fleshy folds of her cunt. Her pussy juice trickled down his cheeks and chin. He licked and sucked avidly, and she gasped with each slash of his tongue. Her throbbing vagina opened and closed tightly about his tongue, and she squirmed lewdly. He sucked and laved as she churned her buttocks and twisted upon his face. The hot moisture of her cunt flowed easily. He plunged and withdrew with greater speed, sliding his quick tongue against her clitoris, rubbing and teasing. She shrieked as he sucked her wildly. Her breath rasping, she climaxed, nearly fainting as the exquisite orgasm washed over her.
Leaning unsteadily against a row of lockers nearby, Wilma whimpered with desire. She had witnessed the erotic scene from its onset. Her hand had slipped inside her panties, and her fingers massaged her clitoris with rapid strokes. She cried shrilly and wormed her hips lasciviously. The warm surfaces of her inner thighs rubbed together as she squirmed against the lockers, her eyes vacant. She inhaled deeply as she approached her eruption, taking in air through clenched teeth.
Just then Coach Malton, infuriated by Dick's absence, strode into the room. When he saw his star lowering the nude body of luscious Beth Vinsin onto a lockerroom bench, spreading her smooth thighs wide in preparation for his assault, his jaw slackened and his eyes bugged.
"Now don't be a wallflower," came a soft voice from his right. "Beth isn't the only girl who needs fixing."
As he turned, Wilma stepped out of her skirt and pulled her sweater over her head. Her buoyant breasts needed no support. She slipped her black panties off, pushing them aside with a sweep of her foot.
"What the hell is going on here?" Malton murmured, drinking in her beckoning softness. "This can't be happening."
Wilma slowly came toward him, her silken thighs whispering as she walked. Her coal-black hair, her cat like eyes, glowing with desire, her pink lipstick, gleaming in the murky light of the lockerroom-each of Wilma's carefully devised traps snapped shut upon the deep impulses of his soul and drew him toward her warm, wet promise.
"Be nice to Wilma," she purred. "Wilma wants it so bad."
Malton rushed at her, burying his hands in her spongy buttocks and clamping his mouth upon her lips. His tongue tasted the sweet lipstick, and he luxuriated in the sensation. This was what he needed-a hot little bitch who could drive a man mad. He had married a sweet undemanding woman, an English teacher who had taught classes in the first high school at which he had coached. They slept in separate beds and made love occasionally. Although impatient in his quest for success, he had thought his life to be satisfactory. But a voice within him insistingly complained that it wanted more. He was getting it now.
Wilma was on fire. Twisting and writhing, she drove her tongue deep into his mouth and moaned as he sucked on it. Their mouths ground together, their lips smacking wetly. Her hips jerked against his stiff cock, and he ran his hands over her nude body. She pressed against him, squirming in his arms. His hand drove between her legs, fingering her moist pussy. And then she could stand it no longer.
"I want you in me," she demanded in a husky voice, breaking their embrace.
She weaved away from him, slipping onto a low bench opposite Dick and Beth, who were thrusting wildly together. She leaned back, her heels on the bench, her smooth legs yawning apart.
"C'mon, honey."
Malton tore at his belt and nearly jumped out of his pants, ripping his shoes and shirt off as he came to her. She giggled, his clumsy haste quickening her lust. His massive cock erect, he was naked before her. He spread her legs wide, bending to run his tongue along the warm surfaces of her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and arched her back, her drooling womanhood stretching open in easy invitation. Malton mounted her and sank his prick into her. She nearly bucked him to the ceiling.
"Oh, God!" she yelped, tossing her head from side to side. "Oh, God almighty!"
The coach shoved his hands beneath her buttocks and thrust against her. She gasped as he drove his enormous prick deep into her pulsing cunt. Clamping her legs about his back, she rotated her pelvis, the lips of her vagina sucking at his stiff cock. He mouthed one of her tits, toying with a rosebud tip as he slowed his lovemaking to a pace that drew deep moans from her. She hugged him close and matched the in-and-out movements of his cock. He sucked a lush breast deep into his mouth, then took a swollen nipple between his teeth, nipping and tugging at it. She mewed with pleasure. Their bellies slapped together as he increased the power of his deep thrusts. She dug her heels into his back and masked her hungry lips against his. Her tongue came alive with the fire that was coursing through her, dueling with him, whipping across the roof of his mouth, spearing deep into him. The pounding tip of his cock tortured her swollen clitoris, driving her to the heights of passion.
"Now!" she screeched. "Make it now!"
With an eruption that made him grimace, he emptied his boiling come into her. She squirmed and heaved beneath him, her orgasm spilling over his squirting cock. He hammered against her, and the lips of her pussy sucked his jetting prick.
Their flesh-muffled moans echoed off the lockerroom walls, resounding upon the ears of Joel Marchant, who had wandered in to slap a piece of tape across a bleeding wrist. He stood transfixed, watching his sister slip slowly from her delightful heights. He wanted to speak, but he could only stand there, sliding his eyes across her gleaming belly as Malton moved off her. No one noticed him. His sister smiled at the coach and slithered her tongue across her lips, licking the swollen surfaces in delicious satisfaction. Joel turned and rushed from the room.
"What the hell was that?" Malton panted, looking over his shoulder.
"Just one of those two, lover," Wilma answered, nodding to the other couple. "And I'd say it was probably the gentleman," she giggled, "since the lady obviously had her mouth full."
The coach looked at the other bench. Dick was reclining nude, his hands buried in Beth's mass of blonde hair, which obscured his prick. Beth squirmed about on the floor beside him, her head bent to her task and bobbing rhythmically.
"Beth just can't get enough of it," Wilma continued, sitting up to face the coach's rising cock. "And neither can I."
She fondled his rubbery rod into stiffness. Slipping her hands behind him, she drew him nearer and slid her O-shaped mouth onto him. He moaned and slipped his hands into her hair, twisting her head as her tongue laved his cock. She sucked it lovingly, running her tongue along the underside of his massive prick. She cupped and caressed his swollen balls with her fingers; his body shuddered, and his thick chest heaved.
She loved the feel of his stiff shaft as it slid between her lips. Her eyes were closed. She was exultant. She sucked his cock deeper, and he jammed against her as she caressed a maddeningly sensitive spot. She sucked and licked his massive organ mindlessly. He groaned and worked his bloated prick along her tongue. She sucked the tip of his cock, her teeth teasing the sensitive head. His knees felt weak. Her hands slipped along the back of his legs, sending jolts of tingling pleasure through his muscular body. She sucked him harder, her mouth drooling as he quickened the thrusting movements of his cock.
And then he came. His sperm surged into her mouth and she gulped the viscous liquid greedily. He hissed and gritted his teeth, ramming his prick as she sucked the last streams of his juice. His eyes, glazed, Malton slipped his cock from her mouth and fell back onto a bench, exhausted.
* * *
Out on the basketball court, Joel was in torment. He had always know that his well-developed sister was boy crazy, free with her favors, but he had never dreamed that she was capable of such indulgence. Not that he was against sex-he had spent plenty of time necking and petting. But Wilma, throwing her legs open on a dirty bench ...!
He remembered her sepentine tongue sliding across her lips, the languorous smile, the glistening belly. He was washed with an agonizing feeling of anger and guilt, for he knew he'd responded to his sister's lush body.
"Damn, damn, damn," he muttered, limply trotting down the far side of the court, divorced from the frenzied play that swirled nearby. If only I could get a woman of my own, he thought.
"Whassamatter, muscles?" called a harsh voice. It was Walt Erbach, who had made the squad simply because he measured six feet eight inches from the top of his crew cut head to the bottom of his size thirteen sneakers and was vested with a passable degree of coordination.
"You got girl troubles, man?" Walt leered, his face creasing into an ugly gloat as he trotted by. "You got some trouble down here, eh bones?" he needled, rubbing his cock with his hand. "That figures."
Joel had always stifled an intense dislike for Erbach, trying to disregard his tasteless remarks for the good of the team. After all, few high schools with an enrollment of only 400 students can boast a six foot eight center on their basketball teams. But Joel's rage began to climb. He had often seen Erbach grinning at Wilma as she swung through the school hallways. He remembered the comments, the asides, the innuendos.
"Hey, Wilma baby!" Walt would call. "We'll be looking for you at practice today. We need all the help we can get, you beautiful piece of...."
And Wilma, curiously, would smile at him-almost sexily, Joel thought. He also noticed that she seemed to give her curves an extra roll as she turned into a classroom, invariably prompting Erbach to remark, "God, that pussy could help me like nobody could help me. Just open wide, baby. Open wide."
"C'mon, champ," Erbach continued to taunt. "We don't want to leave you too far behind, do we, guys?"
"Shut up," Joel spat. "Just shut up."
"Oh, the little man is getting tough! Don't hurt me, little man. Please don't hurt me, you little prick."
"I said shut up, you bastard!" Joel screamed, and rushed at him. Slipping beneath a punch, he drove his shoulder into Erbach's midsection, doubling him over. The air rushed from his lungs, and he collapsed on the floor.
"Get up, you son of a bitch!" Joel shouted, glaring at him.
Erbach did just that-a lot faster than Joel expected. Slicing at Joel's ankles with remarkable quickness, he brought his foe down and leaped to his feet.
"Now I'm gonna bust your head," he scowled.
As he began a kick that would have knocked Joel senseless, a blurred form slammed into him, driving him back several feet but not knocking him down. It was Dick. Before Erbach could retaliate, Dick spun behind him and applied a grip that bent him over backward.
"Easy, Walt baby," Dick soothed. "We don't want anybody getting hurt. I don't know how it started, but it's all over now. When I let you go, you shake hands with little Joel over there, and then we get back to business. You're not going to wreck this team and me with it."
It wasn't the first time anyone had heard Dick pin his hopes for a college basketball scholarship on the success of the team. Recruiters had been scratching at his door for over a year. Any ballplayer who drops in thirty points per game is going to get his share of attention from the scouts, no matter how small his high school. But they hadn't made any offers. They wanted to see him play in tournament competition, where the cream would rise to the top for all to see. But for Dick, the scholarship money wasn't a luxury that he could take lightly; it was a necessity.
"All right, break it up!" yelled Coach Malton, striding onto the scene. "What the hell's going on here, anyway? Did you see it, Dick?"
"Most of it," Dick said, releasing Erbach. "Seems there was a little difference of opinion between Rich and Joel here, and things got a little physical. Nobody hurt. Seems to me, though, that a little aggressiveness is a good thing for a team, don't you think, coach?"
"Well, I guess so," Malton replied. "But enough is enough. We've got a half hour left. Get out there and get to work, all of you."
Joel jumped to his feet and rubbed the dirt from his palms. He stared at the coach. "You should have been here before, coach," he said easily. "You really missed a good show." He glanced toward the lockerroom.
Beth and Wilma had just sauntered out. Each boy turned to watch the undulating movement of their lush hips as the two teenagers turned toward the exit. The late-afternoon sun slid sharply through the field house, and the curvaceous silhouettes of the two girls seemed to ebb and flow like mirages as they strolled across the gleaming gymnasium floor. The silence was interrupted only by the lazy clicking of heels until, with a final roll of their buttocks, the pair disappeared through the doorway.
No one moved for several seconds. Coach Malton tweeted his whistle. "All right, all right. Let's get back to work," he ordered. "We haven't got all day."
The silence quickly dissipated as the boys slid into their familiar roles and the violent action resumed.
CHAPTER TWO
Roger Victor sat in his car along a tree-lined street in Lowry, finishing his cigarette. A Bessor vacuum cleaner lay in its box on the back seat, but Roger was in no hurry to lug it into the living room of 14 Maiden Lane and start cleaning up a storm. He'd just about had it with selling vacuum cleaners to worn-out, middle-class Hausfraus. He'd taken the job six months ago, after he was fired from the loan agency. He just wasn't tough enough with the customers, the manager had told him, especially the ones who were dodging big payments. Before that, he'd sold used cars in a small lot downtown and had done pretty well for ten years. Then the owner's son had arrived, fresh out of high school and eager as a rabid beaver. Roger saw less and less sales action, complained, and was told to remember his place. After an argument with the kid that nearly came to blows, he had walked off the job.
I wish I'd had a soft job waiting for me when I left high school, he thought, shifting his thin frame lower in the seat. He'd wanted to go to college, but the money hadn't been overflowing his family's coffers, and his marks had been too low to qualify him for a scholarship. The United States Army had offered him two years and no choice shortly after he'd enrolled in an executive-training course sponsored by a life insurance company. When he was discharged, selling used cars had seemed quicker and easier than peddling insurance....
He blew a thick cloud of smoke out of his lungs and squashed the cigarette in the dashboard ashtray. Well, here we go, he thought. Another day, another lousy dollar.
He carted the machine up to the door of a brown split-level and pressed the bell. A half minute passed. He pushed again, holding his finger on the button for a good five seconds. Where the hell is she? he thought. When the telephone girl at the office had offered Mrs. J. Conners a lovely silver serving tray if she would only witness a demonstration of a remarkable new household device, an appointment had been set for ten o'clock Monday morning. A loser, Roger thought, and turned to go.
Halfway down the walk, a voice called out to him. "Oh, hello. Don't go."
He turned and saw Mrs. Connors standing in the doorway. She wore a bedraggled housecoat pulled tight about a body that looked as if it had everything in the right places with the right proportions. The garment wasn't quite large enough, exposing an exciting expanse of her full breasts. She caught his stare and smiled. She looked as if she'd just turned twenty and been married the day before yesterday-ripe and not so innocent.
"I overslept," she said as he clambered back up the walk with the clumsy vacuum cleaner. "I'm glad you waited long enough for me to pull myself together."
He stifled an impulse to make a witty comment about her last remark and stepped through the open door into the living room. He dropped the box and looked about. Very nice, he thought. Crushed-velvet sofa, wall-to-wall carpeting, marble-topped coffee table. Hubby seemed to be a man of means. And probably thirty years her senior.
He pulled the five-and-dime store serving tray out of the box. "I was afraid we weren't going to make connections, Mrs. Connors," he said, "but now that we have, I'd like to present you with this gift from Besson in appreciation for your interest in our product, which I think you'll find very exciting."
Her red lips parted in a smile as she glanced at the tray. What have I done? Roger thought. Her dog probably eats off a platter that looks better than this thing. But she took the tray, setting it on the coffee table, and thanked him.
She stepped close to him, luxurious perfume and dark eyes making him forget the purpose of his visit.
"Would you like a drink, Mr....?"
"Victor," he said. "Roger Victor."
"My name's Darla." She ran a hand through her black hair, throwing her head back. "You really must forgive my appearance. I'm cooped up in this house most of the day, so I'm usually the only one who sees me." She giggled. "Now how about that drink, Roger?"
"Scotch and water," he answered dazedly. He'd heard other salesmen spin wild stories about the women they encountered while making the rounds, but after six months of hostile housewives with their hair up in curlers, he'd discounted the tales as fantasy.
"You got it," she said, and brushed past him toward the kitchen. Her tight buttocks undulated beneath the housecoat as she walked. He settled into the sofa and waited. When she reappeared, she carried two tall drinks. She sat down next to him and crossed her legs, the robe gaping open. Her thighs were sleek, and his cock twitched as he wondered whether she wore anything underneath the flimsy robe.
She took a stiff belt of her vodka sour and sighed, leaning back into the couch and looking at him. Her gaze was steady and sultry, and he found himself speechless. "Are you posing with that drink, or are you going to do something with it?" she twitted.
"My pleasure," he said, and took a gulp. He nearly coughed. "Wow! You like 'em strong, don't you?" He'd never been a drinker. Laura, his wife of twenty years, always said she drank for the two of them.
"Yes, I do," she replied. She sat up and laid her arm behind him across the back of the sofa. "Are you married, Roger?"
"Yep," he said, flashing the gold ring and taking another sip of his Scotch and soda. He adjusted his glasses and wondered when he was going to get around to hustling that vacuum cleaner.
She moved her hand, and he felt her fingers teasing his neck and hair. He almost jumped. "I'm married, too," she said. "My husband's a lawyer. He works very hard, and he's very good. Sometimes I think he works too hard. He never seems to have time for me. He's only twenty-five, and he spends twelve hours at the office every day."
He glanced at her, and his prick grew iron-hard as he noticed that the robe had fallen farther apart. She saw his eyes rivet on the dark hair of her pussy. "Do you get along with your wife?" she asked, her voice low. He didn't bother saying that he hadn't made it with his wife in months. He set his drink on the table and leaned hesitantly toward her.
Her hand pulled his head toward her lap. "Yes," she whispered, her eyes heavy lidded. "Yes, yes. Go ahead...."
He slipped his arms about her hips and buried his face in the vortex formed by her thighs. He kissed the soft flesh and slithered his tongue toward her cunt. She moaned and opened her legs wide. He scurried down on the floor as she loosened the belt of her robe and slipped out of the garment. He pulled it from beneath her and dived at her juicy slit. She slid her nude body toward him and felt his tongue lap at her cunt. She saw his head, his curly black hair, burrowing between her thighs, and she closed her legs about him, squeezing him in delight.
His tongue was driving in and out of her steaming vagina. He laved her clitoris, and she thought she was going through the roof. She mewed with pleasure, rotating her cunt against his face. Her breath came in hoarse gasps as he kissed and teased her pussy. "Ohhhhhhh, yesss," she moaned. "Love me. Make me love it...."
Roger sank his tongue deep into her vagina, and the hot lips of her cunt contracted about it. He moaned and felt as if he were being sucked wholly into her throbbing cunt. She released him, and he flicked his tongue against her clitoris, bringing her higher and higher. Her hands played with his hair as he sucked her. He pushed her legs wide apart, stretching the sopping lips of her vagina. His prick ached with passion. He wanted it as he'd never wanted it before.
Standing up, he zipped his fly open and quickly pulled his bloated organ from its confinement. She cried out in dismay when he rose from her, but her eyes grew large when she saw his penis looming over her.
"Hurry," she gasped, turning lengthwise on the sofa. "Put it in me. Please. Please hurry."
He moved onto the couch and knelt between her legs, fully clothed. With a sharp thrust, he sank his cock into the wet cavern of her pussy. She made a high, keening sound as he began to pump in and out of her. Her face was contorted, as if she were in pain. He found her lips and drove his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue dueled with his as she bucked against him. She threw her arms about his neck and slid her wet mouth against his face. She kissed his neck and bit the flesh of his thin shoulders.
Slamming his cock into her, he felt his passion erupt. She catapulted to her climax with him, twisting and churning on the couch as his sperm poured into her cunt. He gritted his teeth in pleasure. His orgasm slowly ebbed, and she squeezed the last drops from him. They lay together for several minutes, enjoying the sweet satisfaction of release. Then he slipped his limp organ from her and stood up tucking it away.
He found his glasses on the floor and looked at her. She lay with her legs spread, a dark stain on the cushions below her. Wait'll the barrister gets a load of that, he thought. A five-hundred-dollar divan stinking of come. It'd be enough to make a man burn his law books and take to the road.
"I'll get you a towel," he said. "Where's the bathroom?"
"Upstairs," she answered lazily. "Turn to your left."
He bounced up the staircase, feeling like a teenager. What the hell am I doing selling vacuum cleaners? he thought, glancing in the mirror and straightening his clothes. He'd begun to doubt his masculinity lately, what with Laura's coldness. She'd expected him to be a well-established success within ten years after they'd been married. Not wealthy, just financially secure. But things just hadn't worked out. After he'd been canned at the loan agency, she had seemed to turn off to him completely.
He snatched a towel from the rack and headed back to the living room. Mrs. Connors was gone.
"Darla," he called.
"I'll be right in," she called from the kitchen.
He picked his drink off the coffee table and found a dry section of the couch. Darla sauntered back into the living room, still nude. She seemed to enjoy parading naked in front of a strange man in her own house, her husband sequestered in his office downtown studying another in an endless line of legal briefs.
She slid onto the sofa and pressed her lush tits against his arm. "Let me have some of that," she said, reaching for his glass. She gulped a few mouthfuls and licked her lips. "Ummmmm, nice."
He gazed at her firm, youthful breasts, and his cock came to life again. Her small, pert nipples winked at him, and he slid his hand behind her back, caressing her smooth skin. She closed her eyes and swayed slightly. He pulled her to him, his mouth tasting one of her orbs. She squirmed and pressed his face deeper into the soft tit. He toyed with a nipple until it was hard as a button. With every swirl of his tongue, she softly moaned her pleasure.
Her hand found his stiff prick, and she squeezed it hard. He jerked with pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry, darling," she said, and glued her mouth to his. She held his face in her hands and raced her tongue through his mouth. He leaned back as she kissed him feverishly, sucking on his tongue as he attempted to meet her advances. She was voracious. She nibbled on his earlobe and darted her tongue into his ear. He shuddered, chills running down his spine.
"C'mon," she demanded. "Let's do it again. I love it. My husband won't be home for hours and hours."
She began to undress him, opening his suit jacked and unbuttoning his shirt. She kissed the nipples of his bony chest and licked the sparse hair. He was astonished by her desire for him. She opened his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them down his legs. His cock bulged inside his underpants. She slipped off his shoes and socks, licking and sucking his feet and toes. He'd never felt anything like it, and his hair stood on end. His prick felt as if it were about to burst, and he reached down to free it. She saw him and pushed his hands away. It was her show. Her fingers slipped inside the shorts and peeled them over his throbbing penis. It popped free, distended and hard.
"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Look what I found. Candy man."
She slipped the undershorts off him and slid up his legs, licking his inner thighs. He twitched with delight. Her hands encircled his prick, her fingers caressing its tender underside. She bent toward him, her soft lips O-shaped. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth, and he felt as if he were engulfed in warmth. Her mouth inched up his cock, her fingers playing with his balls, rubbing and teasing them. He jammed his prick deep into her mouth, and she pulled off it. He growled with displeasure. She began blowing on his wet organ, her breath a strange caress.
Then she was on him again, her tongue laving his cock and bringing him to the brink. He thought he heard another sound in the room-a door opening and closing-but was too far gone to give a damn. Suddenly, a hand brushed his cheek and a mouth clamped down on his. He opened his eyes to see a mass of brilliant red hair. He pulled his head away.
"Who the hell are you?" he gasped. She was beautiful. Thin but streamlined. High cheekbones. Porcelain skin. Long, sexy legs.
"I'm Darla's sister," she whispered, kissing his cheek and neck. "I live across the street. Don't worry. It's all right. She called me."
Roger looked down at Darla, who had stopped her ministrations.
"Her name is Grace," she said, and giggled. "Grace, meet Roger."
Grace kissed him again, and this time Roger didn't pull away. Darla returned to his limp prick, fondling it into hardness. It didn't take long. She twirled her tongue about it and sucked hard. Her sister was driving him mad with a long, tantalizing kiss, and he felt himself approach the limit. He squirmed and twisted under the two women. The pleasure was unbearable. He shot it into Darla's mouth, and to his surprise, she stayed with him, swallowing the jetting come. Grace felt him erupt and wildly drove her tongue into his mouth, ravenously devouring him. He pulled her close to him, bucking his prick deep into her sister's mouth. His orgasm spent, he nibbled at Grace's tongue.
Darla slid away from him and went into the kitchen. He could hear water running.
"Any more sisters lurking about?" he asked.
"No," Grace replied. "Why? You hungry for another woman? You haven't spent much time with me yet, you know. We've just begun to get friendly."
She reached down and grabbed at his cock. He grimaced and moved her hand away from it.
"Easy, baby," he smiled amused. "It's not a machine. Give it a little rest. Besides, I got a living to make. Have to bring home the bread and all that jazz."
"What do you do?" she asked. "I sell those things," he said, nodding toward the box.
"What is it?"
"A vacuum cleaner."
"A vacuum cleaner?" She laughed. "Yeh. Wanna buy one?" Darla walked in. "Does she want to buy what?" Grace began unbuttoning her blouse. "Roger wants to know if we're going to buy a vacuum cleaner."
Darla slipped onto the couch beside him. She brushed his brown hair back with her hand. "Of course," she replied. "I'm sure our husbands wouldn't mind helping us out with the housework."
Roger's cock swelled. Good grief, he thought, I've become a satyr. He looked at Grace. She wore only a black brassiere and black wispy panties. She moved close to him, and he reached behind her and unsnapped the bra. She shrugged it off. Her tits were small but well formed. He reached for one, but she leaned back on the couch. He knew what she wanted. Crawling next to her, he pulled the panties down her legs and found that her hair was the same color all over. That pleased him.
"Touch it," she said. "Play with it. Make it good for me."
Roger smiled. What kind of men had these girls married anyway? Maybe they treated them the way his wife treated him. He shook his head dumbly. Why bother thinking about it? Just enjoy....
He slipped a finger into Grace's slit. She heaved her cunt against him and hissed with passion. He bent and mouthed one of her girlish breasts, sucking it deep into his mouth. His tongue played with a nipple, setting her flesh afire. His finger found her clitoris and rubbed against it. She cried out, clutching him and scratching his skin with her long nails. It hurt, but he liked it. She began thrashing about wildly, as if she couldn't take any more.
"Make me," she gasped, her voice thick with lust. "Make me now."
He moved into position and jabbed it into her. "Ummmm," she moaned. He'd thought she's be a tight fit, but their was plenty of room. He buried it deep, and she strained against it. She took him right to the hilt. It was lovely, his rod immersed in her warm moistness. He slid it out to the tip, then slowly eased it back in.
"Yessss, nice and slow," she rasped. She knew how to fuck, bearing down on him so that his cock slid against her clitoris, lifting up when she became too excited.
Then he felt a strange sensation. Darla had squirmed between them. Her tongue licked at Grace's pussy as they screwed. When he moved his prick out of the frothing cunt, Darla licked the juice from his organ. It was maddening. His thrusts became faster as his excitement surged. Grace's eyes were wide, but she wasn't looking at him. She seemed to be in another world, grunting with each of his powerful jabs. Darla avidly sucked the genitalia of the copulating couple. The sperm spurted from deep within him, racking him with sensation. Grace moaned in satisfaction as it washed through her vagina.
His orgasm finished, Roger felt Darla pushing him off her sister. He reluctantly moved away and watched her slip between Grace's legs and drive her tongue into the juicy cunt. Grace gasped, the insistent tongue renewing her passion. Darla was expert. She teased her sister with quick thrusts against her clit, then slowed to long in-and-out movements.
Stimulated by the erotic act, Roger played with his reddened prick. So that's how they take care of each other during the day, he thought. No wonder they live on the same block. Probably been lovers all their lives. Didn't dampen their heterosexuality, though. His cock extended, he moved behind Darla and pried her buttocks apart. Realizing what he was after, she spread her legs wider, and he jabbed his cock into her rectum.
She yelled in pain and pulled away from him. Grace cursed. He moistened his prick with saliva and positioned her again, slipping it into her slowly. She jerked a few times, then eased onto him. By Grace's groans, he could tell Darla was working hard at both ends. He licked her spine and fondled her swinging tits as he fucked her in the anus. Her sister screeched as Darla brought her to a climax. Roger shot his load into Darla's rear. She made strange, guttural sounds as he rammed against her from behind. She tossed her black mane and buried her face in the couch. He emptied himself and fell back from her, exhausted.
The two women were lying in each other's arms when he regained his senses. He couldn't move. His body felt as if it had been filled with cement. He thought about Laura and his kid. Dick was probably in class, paying little attention to the teacher and dreaming about basketball. Well, that was allright. Basketball had given the kid quite a name in the area, and some of it had rubbed off on Roger. And deservedly so, he thought. He'd taught his son how to shoot and pass long before any of the other kids bothered to pick up a ball. Maybe he couldn't pay Dick's way through college, but he'd helped him get an opportunity to snatch a scholarship to one of the big schools. And everybody knew who the Victors were.
He thought about Laura....
* * *
Laura Victor slipped the bankbook beneath the bars of the teller's window. She was making the last mortgage payment on the small two-bedroom house they had inhabited for the past twenty years. Twenty years, a puny hut, and a bank balance of $987.62, she thought disgustedly, and rapped her nails nervously on the teller's counter as she waited.
"You ought to calm down," a voice beside her said. "You'll live longer."
She turned and looked at him, annoyed. He was tall, like her son, and well built. Sandy hair and blue eyes. And young. Her annoyance faded.
"Are you always so free with your advice?" she asked.
"Only to beautiful women who look like they should be happier," he answered, and grinned.
Well, well, she thought. He certainly knows his way around.
The teller pushed her bankbook back to her, and she dropped it into her purse. "Wait for me," he said, as she turned to leave. "I'll only be half a minute."
She strolled toward the door and stood by a leafy potted plant. He glanced at her and smiled. His broad shoulders stretched his suit jacket. He was about twenty-five years old, she estimated, definitely a postgraduate type.
He came toward her with an easy walk and took her arm as they left the bank.
"I've seen you several times," he said. "I come here every day on business. I work for the accounting firm around the corner."
"You're an accountant?" she asked increduously. "I thought accountants were always skinny, timid men who never see the light of day."
"That's the sterotype, I don't fit it."
She gazed at him, excited by his directness. "I can see that you don't."
"Let's go to Daley's for a drink," he suggested, and began leading her down the street.
She resisted. "I'm a married woman, and besides I don't even know your name."
"Bill Jennings," he said, and took her arm again. She laughed.
"I really can't go to Daley's with you," she said. "It would look bad."
"All right," he replied. "Let's go to my place. It's nice and cozy, and I've got plenty of booze. My car's in the lot over there."
"Okay," she said, and moved close to him. This one looked too good to pass up.
His apartment was on the top floor of a two-family house near the edge of town. She preceded him up the stairs. Her tight dress clung to her voluptuous figure, and her buttocks twitched as she climbed the staircase. She knew the effect she was causing, and she enjoyed it. This is going to be fun, she thought. Just what I need.
He unlocked the door, and they entered. It was a pleasant place, tastefully decorated. She sat down while he fixed a couple of drinks. When he returned, he eased next to her. They sipped the drinks, then settled back.
She hoped he wouldn't talk, and he didn't. Her short skirt showed plenty of leg, and her sweater dipped low at the neckline. One of his hands moved to her thigh, and the other pulled her to him. She slipped an arm about his neck and kissed him hard. Her mouth opened, and his tongue shot between her teeth. They writhed together in a deep French kiss, his hand sliding up her leg and exploring her warm softness. She caught her breath as he caressed her pubic mound and slipped his hand inside her panties. She spread her legs involuntarily as his insistent fingers found her pussy.
A wave of desire washed over her, and she lay back as he quickly removed her dress. Everything became warm and pinkish as the garments slipped from her, freeing her lusty body.
"C'mon, honey," she teased. "Mamma wants it bad." She giggled as he struggled out of his clothes.
He picked her up in his arms, his muscles bulging, and carried her into the bedroom. She slipped coyly beneath the sheets, her golden hair spreading against the pillow. He climbed alongside her and pulled the sheet away. Her billowy tits jiggled as she laughed and put up a mock struggle. He felt one of her soft breasts, kneading a massive nipple with his thumb. She sighed and relaxed, yielding her luscious body to him.
He wasted no time, and that was the way she liked it. The right man could get her juices flowing instantaneously, as if by magic. She was ready for him when he crawled on top of her and spread her legs. Her moist cunt smoothly accepted his huge prick, latching on to it and sucking it deep into her. He slid his strong arms beneath her buttocks, bending her back in an arch as he thrust against her.
"Fuck me!" she cried, exhilarated by the violence of the act. "Fuck me till I die!"
He responded with greater fervor, slamming his thick cock into her cunt. She loved it. Her satisfaction approached hysteria as she screeched with pleasure. The animal noises he made mingled with her crys, exciting her more. The bed creaked and shook with their lovemaking. With a primitive growl, he fucked his come into her, massive streams filling her vagina. Her mouth opened as if to scream, but she made no sound. His pulsing prick brought her to her peak, and she writhed beneath him on the bed until it was over.
He took her several times, each culminating with vehement violence. When he was spent, she showered and dressed. He got up to drive her back to town, but she said she preferred to walk a distance and then take a cab.
"When am I going to see you again?" he asked, surprisingly docile.
"I don't know. Give me your phone number. I'll call you."
"What's your name?"
"Never mind that," she replied, slightly irritated. He scratched a few numbers on a piece of paper, and she stuffed it into her pocketbook. She turned toward the door. He followed her and grabbed her arm.
"It was fantastic," he said. "The best ever." He kissed her, but her passion had dissipated, and she broke the embrace.
"Be good," she murmured, and descended the stairs. He watched her through the window as she walked down the street.
CHAPTER THREE
The bell finally rang. Dick snapped his chemistry book shut and slid out of his chair, heading for the door with the rest of the class. Without a doubt, Hermann Cowley must someday be rewarded for his extraordinary ability to lull thirty students to sleep every Monday and Friday morning of the school year, Dick thought. Hermann the hermit, they called him. Materializing punctually to lead his disciples in a twice-weekly litany of chemical mumbo-jumbo. Well, it was either chemistry or physics, and Dick figured he'd chosen the worst of two evils.
"Richard, may I speak with you a moment please?"
Uh-oh. There was only one reason Cowley would want to speak with Richard Victor, Dick knew-grades. Bad ones. The last test had been an academic fiasco for everyone in the class, but Dick had scored especially low. What the hell, he thought, this guy treats us as if we were fellowship grads at the Institute for Advanced Studies.
He approached Cowley's desk. "Yes, Mr. Cowley?"
"Step into my office, will you, Dick? I think we should discuss something," Cowley said, motioning Dick ahead of him. The teacher's office, choked with apparatus and textbooks, was a narrow cubbyhole adjacent to the lecture room. He closed the heavy door behind them.
"Sit down, Dick. I suppose you suspect why I pulled you aside like this."
"Yeah," Dick replied. You wanna play me quick game of Scrabble, you bald bastard. "I guess its about my marks. They haven't been too good lately."
"No, they haven't, Dick," Cowley said, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands across his belly. "Your average is fifty-eight this term. That's failing."
"Yes, I know." What else is new?
"You scored only forty-two percent on last week's exam."
"Yes, I know that." Dick was becoming irritated by the cat-and-mouse game. "Everybody did bad on that one. Is there something unusual about my case?"
Cowley leaned forward for emphasis. "I'm afraid I'll have to put you on probation, Dick. Rather, I'll request that the principal take the appropriate action. You won't graduate if you don't pass this course, and you won't make it if you continue your poor performance."
Dick's heart pounded. Life ceased, became a photograph. He'd known he was in trouble, but he'd planned to extricate himself by the time final grades were computed. The tournament was a week away. He couldn't go on probation now. He wouldn't be eligible to play basketball again until the term had ended; then it would be too late.
Lowry High School was small; its 426 pupils attended classes in an aging building that their parents had known. And its basketball team was considered small-time, at least by the scouts hunting college-bound talent. Dick's court skills were jealously admired by Lowry residents, who squeezed into the tiny gymnasium for every game. But there hadn't been any scholarship offers; the scouts wanted to gauge his ability in top-flight competition. They'd be at the tournament.
His senses cleared. "Listen, Mr. Cowley. You can't do this to me now," he pleaded. "I've got to play next week. It's very important to me. I want to go to college, but I need money, a scholarship. My marks are pretty good except for your course. But I can pass. I'm always ready for finals. I-"
"I don't want to hear any more about basketball," Cowley said sharply. "I don't intend to let athletics interfere with the academic process. You'll be treated like everyone else." His face had become pinkish, his voice thick. He pointed a finger at Dick. "Don't tell me what I can or cannot do. You'd better not expect any preferential treatment in my class. I've already notified the principal. You can expect to hear from him shortly.
Cowley stood up. He looked a decade older than his thirty-two years. A bachelor, he'd come to Lowry High fresh from the campus.
"All right," sputtered Dick, almost leaping out of his chair. "We'll see. We'll see about it." He yanked the door open and strode out. Trembling with anger, Cowley watched him go, then slumped into his chair. He held his eyes shut with his hands, trying to calm himself.
There was a timid tap at the door. "Mr. Cowley?" a soft voice said.
He turned and looked at her. It was one of his students, Liesa Kellog. He blinked his eyes.
"Shall I come back later?" She made a tentative movement to leave.
"No, no," he said, quickly getting to his feet. "Come in and sit down."
She moved past him, and he smelled her fragrance. He watched her sit down and cross her legs. The red knit dress slid up her thighs. He closed the door, gently turning the lock. She was smiling at him when he returned to his chair, her long auburn hair glistening in the midmorning light.
She pursed her lips, looking concerned. "You look a little chalky," she said. "Don't you feel well?"
"I feel better now," he answered. Her smooth legs excited him. He felt his prick swell. "It was just a dizzy spell." He rubbed his eyes.
"You don't seem well at all," she said, rising to place a hand on his forehead. "Ooooh, your skin is clammy. You must have flunked the test too." She giggled. He grinned weakly and looked up at her tits; they stretched her dress tight. Her waist was narrow, her belly flat and soft-looking. His dick pressed against his pants.
"You ought to warm up," she murmured, and slipped into his lap. He threw his arms about her. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest, and he buried his face in the nape of her neck. Her hands went behind his head, and she smiled. t
"Unzip me," she whispered. "Take my clothes off."
His cock strained against her buttocks as he reached up and pulled the zipper. The dress opened, and he felt her smooth skin. He was breathing heavily, beyond thought. Before they had first made it together, he'd eyed her for months, loving the cock-teasing way she moved her body, she had filled his dreams at night, spreading her sleek legs and beckoning him. And then, one day, she'd come to his office crying. He tried to comfort her, told her he'd help her pass the course, but her sobbing became hysterical. He shook her, then slapped her. She stopped crying, her lips parting and her eyes half-closing. He covered her mouth with his and pressed against her. She got hot in a hurry, and he laid her on his desk and fucked her for an hour.
That had been two months ago. She had since become a frequent visitor.
Liesa leaned back, and Cowley pulled her dress down. Her tits were encased in a skimpy black brassiere. He loved black. He thought it an evil color. That such a young girl should wear it excited him. He pushed his face in the valley between her luscious breasts. His tongue flicked against the hot skin, and she caught her breath. He pressed his face into her tits, sliding his tongue between the flesh and the black confinement. Her nipples enlarged and rubbed against the coarse material. She reached back and released the catches, shaking free.
"C'mon," she hissed, the brassiere sliding to her lap. "Kiss my nipples. Here." She moved above him, and the office chair bent back. Her tits were dangling over him, her eyes gleaming. She lowered herself, and Cowley sucked a juicy breast into his mouth. His tongue slid over the nipple, and she twisted against him. He nipped at it, biting and chewing the hardened bud. She whimpered in pain and pleasure. She loved it.
When she was twelve, an older boy had lured her into his cellar. She was afraid, but when he began to caress her, pressing his hands against her small breasts and kneading them clumsily, she had pulled him to her.
Cowley mouthed her tits hungrily. She squirmed in his lap, rotating her ass against his stiffened prick. He gasped as she placed both feet on the floor and slid against his dick in a back-and-forth movement. His breath came fast against her tits, his tongue licking spasmodically. He slid his prick rapidly against her, joining the strange masturbatory movement. His body jerked as he shot his come into his pants, the liquid warm against his flesh. She settled into his lap again and kissed him. She licked his lips, then pressed her mouth hard on his, extending her teasing tongue deep into him. No one had ever responded to him as she did. He craved her attentions, constantly anticipating their next session.
She moved off him, slipping out of her dress. She hooked her thumbs inside her panties and rolled them down her thighs. He could smell the smuky scent of her cunt. She was wet and hot. He unbuckled his pants, rising slightly to slide them off. Liesa stepped between his legs, her lush body nude. She knelt and pressed her face into him, rolling her mouth against his sopping undershorts. His organ expanded, hard against her soft face. She pulled his shorts off and licked his genitalia. His head fell back, and he shut his eyes.
Her hands rubbed the back of his legs as she took his bloated prick into her mouth. She sucked him hard, and he grunted with satisfaction. She pulled her lips out to the tip, biting it lightly and sliding her tongue against its underside. Then she began to suck it like candy, his organ sliding through her hungry lips. He'd often wondered where she'd developed her talent. In the back seat of a car at a drive-in, most likely. He didn't care, as long as she kept coming to him. She sucked him long and deep, fluttering her tongue around his dick. Quickening the pace, she moaned softly as he approached the edge. He gripped the arms of his chair. Suddenly she backed off, and he remembered-she wouldn't take him all the way.
"Quick," she rasped, and lay back on his desk. He hopped out of his chair and eased his dick into her pussy. She scissored her legs about his hips, digging her heels into the small of his back and imbedding him deep in her. Her cunt felt like hot honey. He didn't dare move, or he'd shoot his load. His cock stayed stiff in her as she lay on the desk, her arms splayed. Her eyes were closed, and she licked her lips. When he began to ebb, he moved it in and out of her slowly.
"Unh, unh, unh," she groaned, fucking with him until she felt him iron-hard again. She squirmed against him, revolving her cunt about his dick. He wheezed and began driving it into her. He shoved a finger in her pussy and rubbed her clitoris. She sobbed as his sperm gushed into her, streams of it filling her cunt. He fell forward on her belly as he emptied himself, then slipped his prick out and resumed massaging her swollen clitoris. She could take it all day long, he thought. Line them up and she could make them all.
He played with her, bringing her to the brink, then easing up. She tossed her head from side to side on the desk. "Oh please, now," she implored. "I'm gonna come now!" Her orgasm shook her body, and his busy finger drove her to total satisfaction. He could feel her juice dripping from her cunt. He massaged her clit until she was exhausted and drained.
He settled into his chair and watched her dress. "You're still taking the pill, aren't you?" he asked.
"Of course, silly. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble." She smiled at him, slipping her tits into her bra. All packaged and ready for the next customer, he thought. Her panties clung to her soft curves. Gad, she's a bewitching bitch. His loins stirred. He couldn't get enough of her. He reached forward, running his hand up the inside of her leg until it pressed against her pussy.
"Ummmmm," she purred. "You're going to get me started all over again."
"What's wrong with that?" he replied, sliding his chair forward so that his other hand could be of use. She backed away from him, picking up her dress and stepping into it.
"I have to meet my girlfriend," she lied. "I promised her we'd go. to lunch together."
"Who's your girlfriend?" he asked. He wondered whether there was another Liesa strolling the school corridors, ready to accommodate generous instructors. "Is she in our class?"
"No. She's out of school. She's a waitress downtown."
Cowley frowned, disappointed. He suddenly felt foolish, sitting nude in the cold chair. Liesa was dressed and combed, and he looked at her sadly.
"What're you doing Friday night?" he asked. "Are you busy? Maybe we could meet somewhere. I've got an apartment not too far-"
"I work Friday night," she said tersely. "And besides, we shouldn't see each other outside of school. You know that."
"All right, all right," he mumbled. "But when am I going to see you again?"
"I dunno." She giggled. "Don't worry. I'll save it for you." She unlocked the door and opened it slightly. "Bye bye."
She gingerly traversed the corridor, luxuriating in her power. Liesa, baby, she thought, aren't you a peach! Peaches and cream and everything nice. Just what the men love, and what they won't do for it! She laughed and skipped down the stairs. All those little girls studying their asses off. If they only knew! She was miles ahead of them and loving every minute of it.
She stepped outside and looked for the car. A horn beeped, and she sauntered over.
"C'mon, baby, you're late." Bonnie opened the door, and Liesa slipped into the car. Jimmy was waiting, slouched on the back seat.
"Where the hell have you been?" he asked.
"We've been waiting almost half an hour," said Mark, stomping on the gas pedal. The car shot from the curb.
"Cowley kept us late," Liesa apologized. She moved close to Jimmy, pressing her warm body against him. "Don't be mad." She teased his lips with her long silver fingernails.
"Ruff!" He snapped at her, and she squealed. He grabbed her and they thrashed about on the seat.
Bonnie turned to watch. "Fight him, honey," she cheered. "Don't let him have any."
"You shut up," said Mark, squeezing her leg and smiling. "Wait'll we get home. You're gonna get yours."
"Don't be too sure about that, lover," Bonnie teased and reached for the wheel, jerking it from side to side. The car careened down the road.
"Hey!" came a husky voice from the rear. "What're you trying to do, wipe us out?" The struggle had ceased and Liesa lay sprawled on the seat, her dress high about her hips. The boy lay atop her.
"Forget them," Liesa said, her voice velvety. She buried her hand in his thick hair and crushed her lipstick-smeared mouth against his lips. The gentle rocking of the automobile and the drone of its powerful engine lulled her. The couple writhed together, the boy's swollen cock caressing her soft belly.
The car jerked to a halt. "We're here," Mark shouted, and jumped out of the car. His companions followed him up the driveway to the front door of a split-level house. They burst inside.
"Is your mother home?" Bonnie asked.
"Nan," said Mark. "Wednesday's her bridge club. She'll be gone all afternoon."
"Good," said Bonnie. "Let's eat."
"Just a minute," he said, stepping behind her and encircling her waist with his long arms. "We got to take care of business first, baby." He kissed her neck and her head lolled back. His hands roamed her fleshy body. She was tall, eye to eye with him in heels at five eleven. Her long legs were thick and strong. He shoved his cock against her ass. She wasn't fat; pleasantly plump, he termed it.
He spun her around and kissed her. She was voracious, lunging against him. They staggered and almost fell. Good grief, she's a fuckin' tiger, he thought. He looked toward the couch, but it was occupied. Liesa and Jimmy were entwined there, churning against each other.
"This way," said Mark, pulling Bonnie by the hand. They bounded upstairs and flopped on his parents' enormous double bed.
"Oooooooh, this is great!" she chirped. He pawed her enormous tits and drove his leg between her thighs. She yanked her skirt up and opened her legs. Fumbling with the buttons on her sweater, he cursed and roughly pulled the garment open. Her bra fell away as he released the snap on its front. He palmed her great breasts, squeezing them together and plunging his face into the creamy softness. It had been her remarkable bosom, jealously envied by her teenage rivals, that had first attracted him. He'd sat for hours in class and stared at her. Her clothes were always close fitting, and he'd longed to handle her tits, dreaming of walking over and cupping them in his large hands.
She pushed him away. "Hurry up, let's go fast this time," she said. They undressed quickly and climbed back on the bed. She immediately knelt on the mattress, and he moved behind her. He bent low and went for her cunt with his mouth. She was dry, but his tongue lapped hungrily at her, and soon he could taste her juice. At one time, he had been repelled by her insistence that he suck her pussy and refused to satisfy what he considered her perverted desires. But her persuasion had been effective; she had sucked his dick in a lingering caress until he was mad with excitement, then swiveled her legs toward his head. His inhibitions had dissolved, and his tongue had eagerly shot into her slit. Exultant, she had laved his prick until his viscous sperm spurted into her mouth. Later, she had taught him the finer points of cunnilingus, and he had proved an adept pupil.
"Ahhhhhh, yes, lover. Lick my pussy." He drove his tongue into her vagina, and she leaned forward on her elbows, opening wide for him. He rolled on his back and positioned her over his face. Her wet cunt lowered onto him, and he sucked her wildly. He felt as if he were being enveloped by her, floating in a mindless sea of warmth. She slid her pussy against his mouth, looking down at him and watching his face strain against her cunt. His lips smacked against her sensitive flesh. Finally, he slid from beneath her, wiping his mouth on the bedspread.
His prick was thick with passion. "Make way, baby," he grunted. "Here it comes." She laughed, and he entered her from the rear. His hands crept about her waist, and she sighed, relaxing as he fucked her with long, careful strokes. He reached for her satin globes, digging his fingers into the spongy flesh and mauling them crudely. She loved it. She snapped her head back, her mouth opening in a blissful grin. He jammed it into her, and she bucked against him, trying to get more of him. His movements became spasmodic, and she felt him come, his hands kneading her tits as he jerked against her.
"Not yet!" she cried, but it was too late. He finished and pulled it out of her, falling back on the huge bed. She was furious. "Dammit, you promised you'd make it last, you bastard!"
"I'm sorry," he said. "I couldn't help it. I tried, but I had to come. I couldn't stop."
"Oh, shut up! Go play with yourself!" She moved off the bed. "I know where I can find a man...." She smiled cruelly and skipped out of the room.
"Hey! Where you going?" She didn't answer, but he didn't need one. He rolled onto his chest and pressed his face into the mattress. He heard her footsteps heavy on the staircase.
* * *
Liesa was on her back on the floor, clasping her lover between her sleek legs. His stiff organ rammed into her, and tiny cries issued from her lips as she approached her orgasm. Her eyes were open but glazed and unseeing. Bonnie wanted to pull him off and force his enormous dick into her yearning pussy. She looked at his lean, strong body. His muscles rippled as he screwed her girlfriend, the sinews flexing and relaxing as they thrust together. Their bellies slapped noisily, and the sound excited her. Liesa's cries became a high-pitched wail as she hovered on the edge, then plunged into the sweet abyss. He followed her, his powerful jabs sending jets of hot come into her steaming cunt.
Bonnie watched them, mesmerized. It seemed as though their satisfaction was endless. He continued to stroke his ebbing prick into her vagina, and they squirmed together deliciously. Hell, she thought, Liesa's wasted him. How am I gonna get mine?
The boy slid his limp penis out of Liesa's pussy and stood up. He noticed Bonnie. "Well, well," he said. "How long you been standing there?" She walked toward him, and he eyed her full figure. Her heavy tits jiggled as she moved.
"I need a little lovin'," she answered huskily. "I didn't get it upstairs." His prick twitched with desire, and she felt it hot against her belly as she slid against him. Their mouths ground together in a convulsive embrace. They collapsed on the floor, and he crawled between her thick legs. She guided him into her, grimacing with pleasure as his swollen prick skewered her. Like a knife into butter, he thought..
He'd been plotting to seduce her, lusting after her voluptuous body. He knew she was a hot piece and guessed she wasn't getting what she wanted from his friend Mark, who had confided some of his problems to him. As soon as he could get her alone, he was going to make his move. But Bonnie had made subtlety unnecessary. They rocked together, and he screwed her the way he'd fucked Liesa, with long, maddening strokes.
Her tits flopped about as she rotated her cunt, and he sucked one of the massive orbs into his mouth. He heard a whisper of flesh and looked up. Liesa had bent beside them. She pushed him away from Bonnie's enormous breasts with one hand and kissed her girlfriend on the lips. His eyes widened with surprise. Didn't know she went both ways, he thought. The kiss was gentle and lingering. Liesa pulled her mouth from Bonnie's until only their tongues touched, swirling and teasing. He almost lost control; the sight of two gorgeous chicks French kissing while he was screwing it into one of them was a realization of his sexiest dreams.
Liesa's hand groped for one of Bonnie's lush tits, and she squeezed and fondled the resilient flesh as their tongues played. Bonnie turned her head away, gasping hoarsely as her two friends ravished her hungry body. Liesa cupped a magnificent orb in her hands, her fingers caressing a distended nipple. She licked the immense brownish bud, sending shivers of delight through her girlfriend. Jimmy's face pressed into the girl's soft belly, and his movements quickened. She bucked against him, her passion flaming. She screamed as she came and his throbbing dick erupted. Her cunt lips sucked his cock, drawing every drop of his sperm into her. They twisted on the floor, devouring each other. The turbulence of the act had shunted Liesa aside. She watched in fascination as the couple returned to sanity, their bodies drained of lust.
Liesa rose and looked for her clothes. Wouldn't it be something if old Mrs. Bryant should come trippy-trotting into her home right now? she thought. What a gas! ... It would be a ball.
CHAPTER FOUR
Coach Jack Malton sat behind his mahogany desk in his office adjoining the gymnasium. He was feeling his oats, reveling in the previous day's escapade with Wilma Marchant. He wanted another taste of the passion they had released. Married life had become dull, and the excitement of the day before had charged him with unaccustomed vitality. He leaned back in his chair, gazing through the open door and watching Wendy go about her secretarial chores. His prick stirred. Gad, but she was devilishly sexy, he thought.
"Wendy. Come in here for a minute."
She dropped some papers on her desk and strolled into his office.
"Yes, Mr. Malton?" Yeah, baby, he thought.
"Sit over here," he answered, nodding to a chair near his desk. She sat down and crossed her legs. Her dress seemed to disappear. He stared at her silky thighs, the smooth skin gleaming under the fluorescent office lights. Her pencil was poised, ready to take his letter. "Relax," he said, "I'm not sending any letters today."
"Oh good," she replied, quickly closing her notebook. "I hate to type letters." She smiled at him.
"Well, as my daddy used to say, there are a lot of things we hate to do that we have to do." He grinned sheepishly, his eyes sliding over her long, willowy body. "But then again, some things aren't difficult to do at all, are they?" He leaned toward her. "Do you have a boyfriend, Wendy?"
"Yes, I do," she said, eyeing him quizzically. "Haven't you seen me with him? He's around all the time."
Malton feigned enlightenment. "Yes, yes, I think I have seen him. The tall, thin boy with the long hair. That's the one, isn't it?"
She nodded. He paused, wondering what came next. He hadn't talked with her to any extent before, and he felt awkward. She was a student and worked as his secretary during a few of her free hours each week.
"Are you going steady with him?"
She laughed. "Nobody goes steady any more. That kind of stuff is out. I see Bob more than anybody else because we get along. You know what I mean?" she asked with a sly grin.
"You get along, eh?" He watched her fingers toy with her blonde hair. "Yeh, I know what you mean...." He laid his hand on her knee and caressed the smooth skin lightly. "I'll bet the boys get along just fine with you, honey."
"Now Mr. Malton," she said, lifting his hand off her leg. "You're a married man, and I'm young enough to be your daughter. I don't think we'd better do this."
He stood up and walked to the door, snapping the lock. The girl jumped to her feet, her arms straight at her sides and her fists clenched. "Now just a damn minute. Whadya think you're doing?"
"What does it look like to you? I need something little girl, and you're gonna give it to me. Now why don't you just be nice?" He grabbed for her, but she pulled away.
"I'll scream," she warned, her eyes wide. She backed against the paneled wall.
"I wouldn't if I were you." He stepped toward her.
"I mean it. I'll yell so loud-" He slapped her hard, and she gave a short cry. He hit her again, and she made no sound. He held her by the shoulders and pulled her to him. Her head slumped against his chest. He slipped one arm about her waist and lifted her chin with his hand. She seemed dazed; her eyes were closed and her face was wet with tears. He kissed her, mashing his lips against hers. His tongue pried between her teeth and shot into her mouth. She seemed lifeless, and her body sagged in his arms.
"C'mon, you little slut," he muttered. "What the hell's the matter with you?" He slipped his hands beneath her sweater and felt her satiny flesh. He bent his head and kissed her neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her hair. Pressing her against the wall, he rubbed his cock against her pussy mound. She moaned softly and her arms slid about his waist.
"That's it, baby. Come alive." He kissed her again. Her mouth opened, and their tongues entwined, sliding and teasing. Her hands gripped the back of his shirt, and her fingers dug into him as she began to twist in his arms. He picked her up and carried her over to the couch. Her eyes opened and she tried to pull him on top of her. He stepped back, unbuttoning his shirt and skimming off his pants.
"Hurry," she said, her eyes glazed. "Please hurry." She drew her legs up and slid her hand between her thighs. Naked, Malton moved beside her, shoving her hand away and yanking her panties off. She opened her legs, and his hand played with her pussy. Her breath came in tiny gasps as his fingers whipped her to a fever pitch. She was wet and hot. He moved between her legs and slammed his throbbing prick into her cunt. He took her hard and fast, thrusting against her brutally, his powerful body wrenching in a catharsis of lust. His cock pounded her violently as his come gushed into her cunt. Satiated, he slipped it out of her and slumped onto the couch beside her. Her body shook as she sobbed softly, her hands covering her face. He couldn't care less. He felt marvelous.
Only once before in his life had he glutted his desires and experienced complete satisfaction. He had been in college, and his hotshot basketball team had bowled over an opponent. He'd played one of his best games, and as he stood beneath the steaming spray of the shower, his body tingled with youth and strength.
"Hey! What're we doin' tonight?" called a teammate.
"We're gonna have some FUN!!" answered another.
"Whatever do you mean, William Lloyd?"
"What in hell do you think I mean, Robert Hunter? Pussy, my friend. We're gonna find us some friendly pussy!"
"Jack!" one of the boys called. "You comin' with us? Or are you goin' home and study?" Laughter. Malton's teammates knew he was the shy and retiring type.
"Just let me know when you're leavin'," he shouted. He liked the way they talked, and he'd heard that they'd done more than talk a good game on past occasions. He'd never been present, but the stories that followed certain incidents had stirred his interest. He wanted in.
After they'd scrubbed and preened themselves, about a half dozen of them piled into a car and headed for The Pit.
"You ever been to The Pit before, Jack?" Bill asked him.
"Yeh, a couple times," he lied. "During the week."
"During the week, eh? Never on a Friday night?"
"No. Why?"
The car pulled into a parking lot choked with vehicles. As they cruised about looking for an empty space, their headlights pierced the darkness, and Malton could see the outlines of couples necking and petting in the autos. A high squeal came from one car, but there was nothing to be. seen.
"Looks like the joint's in fine condition tonight," remarked a boy in the front seat.
"Yeh, baby," said Bob Hunter. "I just hope they've saved some for us."
They parked the car and plunged into the nightclub. The air was heavy with smoke and the smell of beer. A small rock group wailed its message on a cramped stage, the room reverberating with their raucous sounds. Jack's friends sat down at a large table that afforded a good view of the action. They peered intently into the murky haze.
"Hey, get a load of those two over by the bar," said Bill.
Six pairs of eyes zeroed in on the bar. Two girls, one raven-haired, the other blonde, stood sipping their drinks.
"A couple of townies," said Bob. He grinned. "At least, I never saw two chicks like that in any of my classes. Man, they look good enough to eat."
"Why not?" answered Bill, standing up. "C'mon man, let's see what they're up to. Coming, Jack?"
"Yeh, sure," Malton replied, and followed his two teammates toward the girls.
"Hello there!" Bob smiled, stepping close to the blonde. "You and your friend looked a little lonely, so we thought we'd come over and keep you company. What's your name?"
"Her name's Barbara and mine's Elaine," the black-haired girl answered. "What's yours, handsome?"
"He was talkin' to me," the blonde said sharply, her voice thick with booze. "Weren't you, honey?" She slid a soft shoulder against the boy's chest and looked up at him enticingly.
"That's right," said Bob, his hand moving about her waist. "Put that glass down and let's you and me dance a bit." He pulled her away, leaving Elaine with Bill and Malton.
"What're you drinkin' baby?" Bill asked, nodding toward her empty glass.
"I'm drinkin' too much," she said, eyeing the two of them closely. "If I don't watch out, I'm gonna do somethin' I'll be sorry about."
"Don't worry," Bill said. "We'll take care of you." She looked at him and laughed. He moved in closer.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Bill," he said. "And that's my friend Jack. Say hello to Elaine, Jack."
Malton smiled at the girl. "Hi," he said weakly.
Elaine giggled. "Talks a lot, don't he?"
Bill laughed. "He's kinda shy, but he's a nice guy."
The girl turned toward Malton, taking his hand. "C'mon," she said, her voice low. "Let's get acquainted." They elbowed onto the dance floor. He took her in his arms, and she pressed against him. He danced stiffly at first, flustered by her boldness. But the insistent undulations of her soft curves dominated his inhibitions, and he pulled her closer. His cock was ramrod stiff and rubbed against her belly as they danced.
"Havin' a good time?" she asked. He didn't see her coy smile.
"Yes," he answered, startled by her question. "Are you?"
She squirmed against him, teasing his prick. "Ummmmmm, you bet...."
Someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Let's go, lover," said Bob, his arm draped about the blonde. "We're leavin'. Get the rest of the guys."
"You mean there are more of you?" Elaine asked. She seemed interested in the possibility, Malton thought. He started to pull her away, but Bill stepped between them and took her in his arms. They danced while he rounded up his three teammates. They had found another girl, and she decided to join them. He looked at her; her face was plain, but her body wasn't.
"Who are you?" she asked smiling at him.
"Jack the Ripper," he answered, feeling loose. "Wanna play?"
She laughed and ran her hand through his hair.
"You're cute," she said. "We're gonna have fun. My name's Gloria."
All eight stumbled through the parking lot and squeezed into the sedan. Gloria sat in Jack's lap in the back seat, her legs draped across the boy sitting next to them. Elaine and Bill had sunk into the seat in the other corner, deep in an embrace. The blonde was in the front.
As soon as the car began to move, Gloria wound her arms about Malton's neck and kissed him hard. Her teeth scraped against his, and her flesh felt as if it were on fire. His hands roamed her body, caressing her full breasts. She moaned and pulled his face into her bosom. He slid a hand up her leg and found why she was so hot. The boy next to her had worked his fingers beneath her panties and slipped them into her slit. His head was between her legs, licking and kissing her smooth thighs.
"Hey, Johnny, what the hell...." he said, but the girl took his face in her hands and kissed him hotly.
"Undo my dress," she said, pecking at him with her lips. "Kiss my tits. You'll love it. C'mon."
He fumbled with the zipper, jerking it down. The dress fell forward, and he unhooked her bra, exposing a pair of perfectly formed milk-white tits. His hand closed on one, kneading and squeezing the spongy flesh. The car rumbled into a driveway and braked to a halt.
"Let's go, friends!" Bob shouted. "This is the place!"
They clambered out of the car. Malton looked at a rundown single-family house. "Where are we?"
"Welcome to the Jennings and Fuller residence," Elaine giggled, as Bill lifted her nude body out of the car and carried her up the driveway. Malton followed the group into the house. Gloria subsided into an overstuffed sofa, and Johnny plopped on top of her. She yelped. His hands slipped under her dress, and she moaned and spread her legs. The others romped up the stairs and into a bedroom. Malton watched them go, then turned his attention back to the couch.
Johnny had removed the girl's clothes and was about to do the same with his own. The bastard, Malton thought. He strode over and pushed the boy away. "What you're lookin' for is upstairs, mister," he challenged. His body tensed, but his smaller opponent figured the odds and headed for the stairs, trailing several choice epithets behind him.
Malton removed his clothes and fell upon the girl.
"Ooooooh, aren't you the tough one," she said, excited by his aggressiveness. They kissed, and his dick hardened. His hands mauled her tits, and she mewed in pleasure.
"So you like it rough, eh?" he rasped. "Well you're gonna get your fill, baby. Let's go." He shoved her legs wide and buried his prick in her hungry cunt. He fucked her savagely, and she loved it, meeting his brutal jabs with powerful thrusts of her own. Her hips bucked against him, driving his cock deep into her pussy.
"Oh yeah!" he shouted as they reached the peak. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"
He shot it into her, and she twisted beneath him, squirming spasmodically as she neared her own orgasm.
"Yes, yes!" she cried. "Keep goin', keep goin'!" He pulled his deflated cock out of her and got to his feet. He felt as strong as a bear.
"Sorry, baby, but you took too long," he said, laughing at her. She was surprised and hurt. "I'll send somebody down to play with you," he added and walked up the stairs, wondering what strange mix he'd find concocted on the beds. Two chicks and five guys. Should be novel. He flipped his dick with his fingers, feeling it grow. What a night....
He looked into one of the bedrooms. Tim McGriff was reclined on the bed, his cock deep in the mouth of the blonde, Barbara. Malton stood in the doorway, watching them. He knew about the act from the books he had read, but he considered it unnatural, something practiced by those who couldn't make it any other way. He licked his lips. His prick had stiffened, excited by the sight of the girl's soft lips caressing the distended penis.
"You look like you didn't finish business downstairs, Jack." He glanced toward the voice and saw Bob sitting in a chair, his prick erect.
Malton walked toward him. "Where are the others?" he asked, but received no reply. His friend had fallen to his knees and grasped Malton's cock in his hands. Jack started to back away but stopped when he felt the hot mouth envelop him. He gasped, welcoming the strange new sensation. The boy's tongue laved his prick, licking it ravenously. His teeth teased the sensitive underside of Malton's cock as he slid it through his mouth. His hands caressed the back of Jack's legs, sending shivers of pleasure up Malton's spine. Jack's knees began to buckle as he felt his come stream from his cock. He closed his eyes, staggering slightly, as the boy gulped the hot sperm. The hungry mouth sucked him dry.
He slipped his cock free and groped for the bed. "Oh God," he groaned, pressing his hands against his face. Bob frowned at him and went into the other bedroom.
"Don't feel bad, honey. Sex is good any way you want to take it." The blonde had finished with Timmy and had moved next to Malton. "Really, if you enjoyed it, it's all right. You gotta decide what's good for you." Her fingers played with the hair on the back of his neck as she talked. He looked at her soft, nude body. "C'mon," she cooed, leaning back on the bed and opening her arms. "Let's have some fun."
Timmy laughed. "She just can't get enough of it, man," he said to Malton. He kissed her hard, their mouths fusing in a writhing embrace. Her body rocked from side to side on the bed, and her legs parted, exposing the pink flesh of her pussy.
Malton slipped his hands beneath her buttocks as his friend continued to kiss the luscious girl. He buried his face in her cunt, his mouth sucking her juicy softness. She twisted about as if she were going mad, biting Timmy's tongue as it drove into her mouth and jamming her pussy against Jack's face.
"Jack, get her lengthwise on the bed," Timmy said. They swiveled her around, and Malton crawled between her legs. She opened wide and helped him slip into her.
"Ummmmmm," she murmured. "Ain't that nice!" She rotated her cunt about his dick, sucking and pulling it with the pussy lips.
Timmy stood next to the bed. "What the hell am I supposed to do, jack off?"
The girl giggled and opened her mouth, licking her lips. He got the idea and guided his dick into her mouth.
"Wow!" he cried. "This broad is just too much!" She teased his balls as she kissed the tip of his cock, and he felt as if he would faint. He grabbed her by the hair and buried his throbbing prick in her mouth, nearly choking her.
Malton looked up at them, wildly stimulated by the weird arrangement they had created. The girl seemed ecstatic, gobbling Timmy's come as it spurted into her mouth. Malton grunted bestially as he reached the limit of his control. He assaulted her body with his prick, whipping against her with all his force. She was startled by the power of his crude thrusts but yielded herself to him. He ravaged her, venting the rage of his previous frustrations upon her lush body. His orgasm seemed to be dredged from the depths of his soul, prodding him past consciousness with a violent eruption. He slashed his dick into her cunt, his viscous sperm hot inside her. She followed him over the edge, yelping as her orgasm washed over her....
Man, that's the way it's supposed to be, Malton thought as he lay on the couch in his office. Wendy had ceased crying.
"All right, kid," he said softly. "Get dressed if you want. Go ahead."
She didn't move. Her back faced him, and he wondered whether she was still scared. He propped himself on one elbow and turned her toward him. "Listen, I said you could (leave if you...." Her arms snaked about his neck.
"Let's do it again," she breathed, kissing him lightly. "I loved it."
Well, well, he thought, she's hot as a firecracker for it. All these months I've been sitting here dreaming about it, and all I had to dp was take it. He slid his hand between her legs, roughly rubbing her pussy with his thick fingers. His mouth clamped onto one of her succulent breasts, and his tongue toyed with a small nipple. She pushed against him, crawling on top of him.
"Lemme topride," she said, positioning herself.
He smiled. One surprise after another-a seventeen-year-old girl telling a grown man how she wants it. The girl impaled herself on his prick, wheezing as it filled her vagina. She began fucking him, riding his dick skillfully. She leaned forward and kissed him, whipping her tongue across the roof of his mouth. He pushed her away.
"Easy," he gasped. "I'm gonna come if you're not careful." Having glutted himself on her, he wanted to luxuriate in the sensations this time. She pressed her face against his hairy chest and licked his nipples lovingly. He ran his hands through her dark hair, marveling at its softness. Her cunt twisted and squirmed on his cock, torturing him with excruciating caresses. She grinned at him wickedly.
"You're getting even now, aren't you, you little bitch?" he teased. She laughed and drove her tongue into his mouth, groaning as their lips ground together. He Squeezed her waist, sliding his hands over her flaring hips. Her movements became more rapid, and their bodies moved as one, straining to gain full pleasure. The girl began to cry in high-pitched shrieks as her clitoris slid against his cock. Her head lolled from side to side as she climaxed, her juices oozing from her pussy.
Malton felt as if he'd developed a permanently stiff penis. He drove the girl to another orgasm and then another. Finally, he shot his come into her, grimacing with pleasure. She stayed on him until his dick relaxed; then she got to her feet and gathered up her garments. He watched her lazily, wondering how he was going to get off the couch. His body had become warm butter, suffused with a delicious-feeling of satisfaction..
"What's the matter?" he asked. "Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden?"
"I gotta go to class," she answered, her voice urgent. "If I walk in looking like I've just been laid, I'll get in trouble. Miss Frazier is very bitchy. She'd give me a hard time."
She straightened herself, checked the hallway, and dashed for the lavatory. Malton laughed. Crazy damn women. He got up and closed the door, then climbed into his clothes. His balls ached, and his dick throbbed. These girls are gonna bust me, he chuckled. He rubbed his crotch and fell into his chair. There was a rap at his door.
"Yeh?" he shouted. "Come on in."
The door opened and Dick charged into the room. "Coach, I gotta talk to you about something." His eyes were wide, and his face was wet with perspiration.
"Well, sit down and relax," Malton replied. "You look like you were chased here. Pull that chair over."
"Listen, coach, Cowley is putting me on pro."
"What! Who's Cowley?"
"He's my chem teacher. He just told me about it. He said I was failing and he had to do something about it."
"Now?" Malton gritted his teeth.
"He's a bastard," said Dick. "He hates athletes. I don't think he gives a damn if I pass or fail, really. He pulled the same thing first term with a couple of football players. They missed the last three games." He paused. "Is there anything you can do?"
"I don't know," Malton mumbled. "Damn!" He pounded the desk with his fist and stood up, snatching his suit jacket off the coat rack. "Where is this Cowley?"
"Third floor," answered Dick. "Room 302. His office is on the right-hand side."
"All right, go to the rest of your classes. And don't mess up again." The coach strode out of the room and tried to calm himself as he climbed the stairs to the third floor. He entered Cowley's classroom and knocked at the office door."
"Yes?" a thin voice answered.
Malton opened the door and looked around.
"Hello, Mr. Malton. I've been expecting you." Cowley stepped from behind a mass of laboratory equipment. "What can I do for you?"
"Hello, Mr. Cowley." Malton extended his hand. "I don't think we've ever met."
"No, we haven't," Cowley replied, his small hand enveloped by Malton's. "But I've heard of you."
"You have, eh? Good or bad?" Malton grinned.
"What is it you want to see me about?" Cowley turned back to his equipment.
The coach's grin faded. "I understand you've put one of my boys on probation. Dick Victor."
"That's right," Cowley replied, his voice sing-song. Malton felt his face flush. "I'm afraid Richard's going to have to spend more time on his books if he's going to pass my course."
"Well, listen," said Malton, his voice tight. "The boy's never failed any subject before. He's not a brain, but he can make it through. I don't think it's necessary that he be disciplined."
Cowley slammed a bunsen burner onto the stone surface of the lab table. "And I do think it's necessary, Mr. Malton. He's refused to do the work, and now he has to pay the price. If you'd encourage your boys to exercise their minds as well as their muscles, you wouldn't have any problems. But don't ask me to bend the rules to suit you'"
"You sonofabitch," Malton muttered. "I know your kind. The ivory-tower intellect, looking down at the rest of the world. So you won't give Dick a break, eh?"
Cowley simply gazed at him. Malton wanted to grab the teacher and throw him out the window. He turned and stalked out slamming the door behind him.
CHAPTER FIVE
"How'd it go?" Dick asked.
Malton slammed a desk drawer shut. "Don't tell me I've lost those diagrams...." He frowned and rummaged through the papers strewn about the desk.
"Coach, did you see Cowley?"
"Yeah, I saw him," Malton answered. "And he knew who I was before I introduced myself. He's a real sports fan." He looked around the room, hands on hips. "Well, I guess they're gone for good."
Dick stood up. "Say, coach, what did he say? Is it fixed?"
"We don't use that word around here, boy," Malton smiled. "The word 'fix' is very dangerous and should be used with caution."
"Aw, c'mon, coach. No kidding, what happened with Cowley?"
"Nothing," Malton replied. "But I'm not finished with him yet." He turned Dick toward the door and gave him a pat on the rear. "Let's go. Get into uniform. Practice was supposed to start ten minutes ago."
"Yeh, sure. Practice. What am I practicing for, next year's games? I won't be here next year."
"Never mind that kind of talk. Get into that lockerroom and get dressed." Malton stepped by him and headed for the court. Dick walked into the empty lockerroom and sat down on a bench. The coach's whistle shrilled.
"Hiya, Dick. No practice today? You sick or somethin'?" Frank, the equipment man, looked down at him. His heavy unshaven face reflected concern.
"Hullo, Frank. There's practice today. I'm just a little late."
"Oh, that's good." The old man laughed, the effort causing him to cough, a dry, wheezing hack that nearly bent him over. "I mean, I'm glad there's nothing wrong with you. We wouldn't want to lose you."
"Right, Frank. I realize I'm a valuable piece of property." Dick rose and yanked his locker door open, "But don't worry. I'll come through for Lowry High and its faithful fans." He slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
The old man scratched his face contemplatively. "You sure you're okay, Dick? You don't seem to-"
"I'm feeling just peachy keen, Frank. Now lemme get dressed in peace, willya?"
"Sure, Dick. Sure." He blinked his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets, shuffling off.
Aw, hell, Dick thought, why'd I talk like that to him? He kicked the door closed and took the rear exit to the parking lot.
"Hiya, Dickie!" waved Beth Vinsin. "Where ya goin'?"
He ignored her and slid into his car, checking to be certain that his swimming trunks were in his bag. The hell with basketball, he thought. And to hell with college. Let
'em draft another sucker for the rah-rah scene. I got better things to do. He pointed the car toward the beach, and pressed the accelerator to the floor. He passed a couple of good-looking girls and beeped the horn, waving at them as he sped by. In the rear-view mirror, he saw one of them wave back. He considered stopping but decided that he wanted to relax alone on the sand. To hell with chicks. He smiled. To hell with everything.
He spotted a deserted stretch of beach and changed his clothes in the car. Grabbing a towel, he raced down onto the hot, white sand. He spread the towel and lay on his back, his eyes closed, listening to the gentle rumbling of the surf and the soft whistle of the ocean breeze. He felt himself slide toward sleep and opened his eyes.
"Hello there. I thought you were dead."
He shielded his eyes from the sun and saw a pair of tan, shapely legs.
"I mean, you are alive, aren't you?" she asked.
He sat up and looked at her. She was tall and gorgeous, her sun-bleached hair swirling in the wind. "If I'm dead, I'm in heaven," he said.
"Oh, come on. You can do better than that. Say something about the ethereal quality of dream-like existence. After all, you were dreaming. I could see your eyelashes move." She sat down beside him, her breasts nearly flopping out of her yellow bikini. "What's your name?" Her darkly tanned face seemed savage, cat like.
"Dick," he answered dumbly, captivated by her sensuousness.
"Mine's Lady." Her hand slid up his arm. "You're very beautiful. Your skin was glistening in the sun when you were laying there. I wanted to touch you, but I knew you'd wake up."
His cock stiffened against his swim trunks. "Do you always talk like this to strange guys on the beach?"
"Only the beautiful ones." She leaned forward and pressed her pink lips against his shoulder. He slid his hand about her smooth waist and kissed her. She moved her mouth against his in a delicious embrace. His hand trailed across her hips and down her thighs, and she lay back on the sand, her tongue darting between his lips. Her tits swelled temptingly as she breathed, her passion growing. Abruptly, she flipped over on her belly. Her rounded buttocks stretched the bikini bottom tight, and his hand swept over her exciting contours.
She turned her head and smiled. "The sand would make it icky," she mused. "Do you have a blanket?"
"In the car," he answered huskily. He jumped to his feet. "I'll be right back."
He scooted up the beach. He had wanted to be alone, but he hadn't expected to meet anything that looked as good as this chick. He didn't care who she was or where she came from, as long as she was there when he returned with the blanket.
She was.
He opened the blanket and turned toward her. She stood and melted against him, her sleek, warm flesh causing his blood to boil. Her hands slid into his bathing suit and pushed it down. He stepped back and pulled the suit off, his stiff prick springing free.
"Ummmmmm," she murmured. "Lovely." Her hand reached out and grasped him.
Afraid he would shoot his load on the spot, he slipped it out of her hand, pulling her down onto the blanket. He covered her mouth with his, and she twisted against him like a tigress. The top of her bikini fell away, her tits brilliantly white in the bright sun. He caught a thick nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling and plucking it as she moaned softly. Their bodies were slick with perspiration as they squirmed against each other. Her tongue danced in his mouth as they kissed, and his cock strained with lust, seeking release.
"Let's make it," he whispered, moving between her brown legs.
"Yessss. Go ahead. Go ahead...."
He drove his cock into her, and she rammed her pussy against him.
"Uhhhhhhh," she cried. "Oh, it's so goood. Kiss my breasts while you do it. Please, lick my nipples while you fuck me." She squeezed her tits together and offered them to his dry lips. Her words excited him, and he buried his face in the wet, fleshy orbs, kissing and sucking them as his dick rammed into her cunt. Her pussy felt like hot butter, and he slowed the pace to heighten the excruciating pleasure.
She matched his tantalizing movements, expertly rotating her cunt about his dick as it slammed into her. She bore down on his prick so that it slid against her swollen clitoris. She gasped and wrapped her strong legs about his waist.
He could stand it no longer. "I'm gonna come," he groaned. "Let's go!"
Their torsos slapped together as their movements quickened. Her moans rose to a wail as he pumped against her. They clung together, writhing like animals as their passion exploded, rocking them with wave after wave of mindless fulfillment. The girl shuddered convulsively as his come filled her. He lurched against her, draining the last of his lust from deep within him. They fell apart, and she nestled her head in the crook of his arm.
"That was marvelous," she cooed. "You're really too much."
His hand caressed her neck and he kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"Do you come to the beach often?" she asked. "I'm here every day and I never saw you before." Her voice was disarmingly sweet, and her words seemed to flow like liquid.
"I came here because there wasn't anyplace else to go," he answered. "I wanted to get away for a while. Say, we'd better get some clothes on before somebody stumbles onto us."
"So what if they do? If they don't like it, that's their problem. I'd love to live in the nude. I hate clothes. They're so confining. Nudity frees the body, so that the mind can expand and experience."
Expand and experience, eh?" He smiled. "Well, we did a little of that today, didn't we?"
She giggled and kissed his neck. "Ummmmm, we sure did." Her hand crept down his chest and teased the hair on his midriff. He bit at her shoulder, nipping the warm skin. She fondled his rubbery prick, toying with it as it grew hard again. Her breath came faster as she curled her fingers about him and caressed the thick penis in a slow masturbatory movement.
"Lady! La-deeeeeee! Whaere are youuuuuuu?"
"Hey, what's that?" said Dick, startled. He scanned the beach and saw a tall, heavy girl approaching them.
"Over here, Ginny!" Lady shouted, waving her arm. "You'll like Ginny. She's one of my dearest people."
Ginny ran toward them, her big tits flopping as she bounded through the sand. "Hi!" She looked at Dick, her eyes dropping to gaze at his privates. "Looks like you've found a new friend, Lady."
Lady squeezed his prick and ran her hand through his hair. "He's a doll," she said. "You'll love him. I want him to meet the others. We'll get along just fine."
Ginny plopped down beside Dick. She touched his muscular shoulders with the tips of her fingers.
"You're not gonna get up and leave as soon as I get here, are you?" she asked. Her voluptuous body seemed ready to bubble out of her two-piece suit. Her plump curves were lushly inviting, and her green eyes flashed at him.
"Nobody's going anywhere, baby," he answered and reached for her.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Lady teased. She pulled at his prick. "I don't think we finished what we started, did we?"
Dick laughed and fell back on the sand. "Go ahead, girls. Flip a coin and see who wins the prize. Winner take all, and I'll take the winner."
The girls giggled, and Ginny bent to kiss his prick.
Slipping it into her mouth, she sucked on the tip.
"Oh, man," Dick groaned, closing his eyes to the incessant, "That's sweet."
Lady helped Ginny out of her suit, feeling the heavy fullness of her tits and then prying her fleshy legs apart with her hands. Ginny lay on her side and pulled one of her legs up. The blonde crawled toward the gaping slit, pressing her face into her girlfriend's warm pussy.
The three of them moaned in chorus as they appeased their sexual appetites. Dick could hear Lady lapping at Ginny's cunt, and he wished he could slip his tongue into the blonde's juicy slit, completing the erotic linkage. Ginny licked his cock skillfully and hungrily. It was ramrod hard in her mouth. He raised and lowered his hips rhythmically as he neared the apex of his excitement. His prick throbbed as his come streamed into the girl's mouth.
She sucked voraciously, twisting her mouth about his spurting dick. Her passion was frenzied, and she refused to relinquish his waning organ, lolling it about in her mouth lovingly. Dick guessed that Lady was partly generating Ginny's lusty fervor. He leaned forward and watched the blonde girl writhe against her friend's pussy. His prick slipped from Ginny's mouth as she jerked in passion. Finally, her body relaxed, and Lady lifted her wet face from between the girl's thighs. She stood and cleaned her face with Dick's towel.
"You weren't planning on going swimming, were you?" She smiled coyly.
"As a matter-of-fact, I think that's just what I need; a little exercise." He grunted and rolled onto his belly.
"Oh, come on," Lady teased, kneeling beside him. "That was only twice. I know you could go six or seven more times."
Dick groaned. "I've hooked up with a maniac." He glanced at Ginny, who lay as if in a trance. "Two maniacs," he added. "I'll never get home alive. They'll find my withered body by the edge of the water, ravaged and torn."
Lady giggled and threw herself on top of him.
"Help! Help!" he shouted. "Rape! Police!"
"Shhhh, you'll wake the fuzz," Lady cautioned. 'Then the trip'll be over. Let's get dressed and go back. I want you to meet my friends."
"Your friends?"
"Umm. There are about fifteen more of us."
"Fifteen?! What is it, a colony?"
"Something like that. We're all traveling together. It's really groovy. I want to do it forever, until I die. I don't ever want to get tied down to one place and waste away. That's terrible."
He looked at her. She seemed as if she were about to cry.
"How long have you been ... traveling?" he asked.
"A little over a year," she answered, brightening. "I met them just after I ran away. There were only five of us at first, but people kept joining us when they saw what fun we were having. It's like one family, with everybody taking care of each other." She grabbed his hand. "C'mon. Let's get back."
He rose and slipped into his swimming trunks. They stirred Ginny.
"Whassamatter? Where we goin'?" she groaned.
"We're going back to the others?" said Lady.
"You go on. I'll see you later. I'm gonna lay here for a while, then go for a swim. I don't wanna get up now. I feel too good, like a soft, furry animal curled up by its mamma."
"Okay. But watch out for strange men."
"Ummmm," she murmured. "That's what I'll watch out for all right."
Dick and Lady plodded through the sand, the rays of the sun warming their backs. Their shadows stretched before them, undulating crazily across the uneven surface of the beach.
"There they are," Lady said. She pulled him by the arm and began running toward a small cluster of people.
"She's done it again!" a voice shouted. "She found another one!"
Dick felt uneasy. A giant of a man strode toward them. His face seemed embedded in a mass of hair, his black eyes fierce as he peered at them. "Welcome!" his deep voice boomed. "Welcome to our pleasant home!" He slapped Dick on the back, roaring in laughter. Dick smiled weakly. "What brings you into the midst of our cheery enclave?" the madman asked.
"Her," Dick said, point at Lady.
"Haaaaaaah," the other guffawed, thinking the remark enormously humorous. "We got another live one!" He stumbled into the small campsite. "Look what Lady brought home!" she cried.
"You'll have to excuse Major," Lady whispered. "He's a little high. He's really very gentle. Hey!" she shouted. "I want you to meet a new friend. His name is...." She glanced at him.
"Maximillian," he said.
Everybody laughed and came forward to greet him. It seemed as if he'd entered a sideshow. The Fat Woman took his hand in a vise-like grip. The dwarf tickled his kneecaps and the Ape Man tumbled head over heels and kissed him on the mouth.
"Take it easy!" Lady yelled. "You'll scare him away." She pulled him aside, and they sat down in the sand. She hugged him. "Don't worry. They aren't as bad as they seem. They're all wonderful human beings. You'll love them after a while."
"After a while? What makes you think I'm staying? I told you, I just came here to get away for a few hours. I can't stay."
"Sure you can," she said softly. "You can do anything you want. Everything is possible. Nothing exists, except in your mind." Her lips brushed his, and her arms twined about his neck. "Don't leave yet," she murmured.
"I won't," he said. Her lips lunged at him, and her tongue darted into his mouth. Rock music blared behind them, pouring out of a powerful radio. They lay on the warm sand and he started to move atop her, but she squirmed from beneath him.
"Wait," she said. "Let's Smoke first."
She hopped to her feet and bounced over to a tall, ascetic-looking youth, who nodded and reached into a knapsack. She skipped back to Dick and handed him a crudely rolled joint.
"Here," she said, striking a match. "Enjoy."
He bent toward the flame, and the cheap paper crackled as it burned. He inhaled the pot fumes deep into his lungs and gave her the cigarette. She drew a deep drag, shutting her eyes.
"I hate the dirty smoke," she said, "but I love the feeling."
They shared the joint until it was gone; then they fell into each other's arms. They rolled about on a thick quilt she had requisitioned, spinning and whirling in a sea of sex. He snatched her bikini bra from her lush tits and buried his face in her softness. She pressed his mouth against her breasts, and his tongue licked the hot surfaces, laving a gorged nipple until it was stiff with passion.
He trailed kisses down her belly and worked the brief bikini panties down her hips and off, tossing them away. He crawled out of his suit and swiftly coupled with her, plunging his bloated penis into her pussy. They rocked against each other, luxuriating in the exquisite sensation.
"Eunnnnnnnnhh," she groaned, rolling her hips against him. She wished his prick were two feet long and six inches wide. Her cunt lips contracted about him and drew his cock deep into her vagina.
"Yehhh, baby," he growled. "Suck it all in. Suck it in up to the hilt."
His hands went beneath her firm buttocks and molded her to him. She tossed her head and whimpered softly. She clawed at him in ecstasy, raking her nails across his back. Low, guttural sounds escaped her lips as his cock oozed into her. Music cascaded through them, the driving rhythms heightening their lust. Her steaming cunt feverishly accepted his massive dick, yearning for him with a greedy hunger. She couldn't get enough of it and it was all she wanted. With a hoarse gasp, he erupted in her and they writhed together in a paroxysm of lust. He rolled off her, his body weak. His hand touched a soft skin.
"Oooooooooh," came a voice next to him. "Fuck it into me, honeybunch."
A small, sensuous-looking girl was on her back. A thin youth had skewered her cunt with his enormous cock, and her brown body bounced as he slammed against her. She felt Dick's hand fall on her breast and grabbed it, squeezing it hard as her lover screwed her. Her thick lips were parted, and her eyes were glazed. She kissed his hand, sucking one of his fingers into her mouth as if it were a prick, sliding her tongue about it, her breath hot.
Dick's cock became stiff as a board. Her wildness stirred his hunger afresh, and he wanted to join the boy in her frothing pussy. She looks as though she could take two at the same time, Dick thought, as the boy's massive penis pumped into her with room to spare. She bit his finger, and he yelped. I'd hate to see her mouth on my prick, he thought. Might be the last I ever saw of it. Man, but she's a voracious bitch.
He snatched his hand away from her as she began to scream her desire, bucking against the boy. Obscenties gurgled from her lips as his dick did its job. He moved off her, but she continued to twist and moan. Dick hustled between her juicy legs and aimed his rock-hard organ at her slit. She felt him grope for her, and her hand guided him into her eager pussy. He rode her hard, madly aroused by her carnality. His come washed into her, and she cried out in pleasure. He slipped it from her, grateful he was still in one piece.
"Make way, brother. The third act is about to begin."
A muscular man sporting a red handlebar mustache eased him aside and speared her with his cock. Dick watched them with an unbelieving stare. The luscious girl had latched on to him as if she hadn't had any for months.
Her head pounded against the sand, and her dark legs hugged him deep into her pussy. She had slipped into a mad, totally animalistic state, desiring only the hot penis that slid through her steaming vagina. It didn't matter who was attached to it, as long as it stayed stiff.
"Isn't she fabulous?" Lady whispered.
"Who is she?" Dick asked.
"She used to dance in a discotheque. Her body can do fantastic things. Everybody calls her Jewel, but they don't know her real name. It doesn't matter. You liked her a lot, didn't you?"
"You feeling a little jealous?" he teased.
She laughed. "Hell, no. I loved watching you. You should have seen yourself. If she hadn't wanted it so bad, you could have been arrested for rape."
He frowned at her. "What do you people do, just fuck the day away every day of the week?"
"What kind of question is that? You putting us down or something? We love each other. We do all sorts of things together. Some of us paint. We write poetry and sing. Don't give me that smug smile." She turned away from him. "I thought you were a really groovy guy. Now you act like a ... like a schmuck."
"Aw, c'mon," he soothed, sliding his hand across her pussy mound. "I was only kidding." He nuzzled her neck. "Hey, don't be mad. I think everybody's great. I was just a little surprised at first, that's all. This is the sexiest, wildest scene I ever heard of. It's beautiful, though. I love it, really."
She giggled as he ran his fingers down her spine.
"Ummmmm," she moaned, and twisted against him. He palmed one of her delicious tits, rubbing his thumb against its brownish nipple. She sighed and pressed her soft breast against his hand. He grasped her, and she winced, her eyes gleaming. She's like a machine, Dick thought. Just flick a nipple, and she turns on like a lightbulb. What a fucking piece. He stretched out on his back. He felt tired.
"If you want it, baby," he told her, "You're gonna have to get it up. May ass is draggin'."
"Okay," she answered. "You asked for it." She dived at his prick, sucking the limp organ into her mouth. Her tongue toyed with it, bouncing it between her lips. Her fingers teased his balls, caressing them lightly. He shivered, and his cock began to expand as if she were blowing air into it.
"Whooo, baby," he moaned. "You can really do it." He slipped his hands into her golden hair and worked her mouth over his dick. She played with it until he was ready for her, hard and slick. She fell back and spread wide, her legs yawning apart, her slit stretched open in invitation. He mounted her and rubbed the lips of her cunt with his cock. She groaned impatiently, almost snarling as he caressed her clitoris with the tip of his distended penis.
She snapped at him, wanting him in her. "C'mon, damn you," she hissed. "You're driving me crazy. Get it in me.
He obliged, and she gasped with delight. He screwed her hard for a few moments, then yanked it out and lay back.
"Hey!" she cried. "What the hell are you doin'?"
"Climb onto it love. I'm takin' this one layin' down."
She smiled and moved into position, lowering her pussy onto his thick shaft.
"I could fuck you to death like this," she twitted. "Enjoy it." She undulated her cunt on his dick. "This is the last time for you. Ever."
She tortured him with maddening movements of her body, and he felt that she might make good on her threat. She slid to the root of his cock, then eased up the swollen shaft, pulling and twisting it sadistically. He gritted his teeth, his eyes shut tight. It felt marvelous. He wanted it to continue forever. Screw all day and screw all night. He felt like a king.
"Yeahhhhh, baby," he groaned. "Don't stop. Screw my fucking prick right into your cunt."
"Ohlih, God," she gasped. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna cuummmmmm.
Her cunt thrust against him, her tits jouncing as she climaxed. She bent forward, her hair cascading onto his chest. Her hips jerked spasmodically and she grunted as her passion was sated. His prick remained stiff and she sat back on him, gazing dreamily into space.
"Fantastic," she murmured. "Just fantastic. I don't ever want to grow old. I just want to be able to live like today always." She looked down at him. "Do you love me?"
He felt a flush of anger. "Yes," he answered. "I love you. Now let's go. You make me hot as fire."
Her hips resumed their skillful manipulations. She brought him higher and higher, and his come rushed from him, his body convulsed by his eruption. She drew his sperm into her, sucking it from him, and fell forward, her soft breasts flattening against his chest. They lay together, satiated, and Dick did not think for a moment about departing.
CHAPTER SIX
"Say, coach!" shouted Joel Marchant, "where's Dick?"
"I dunno. He was in my office before. Then he went into the lockerroom to change. Run back there and see if you can find him, willya?"
Joel trotted across the gymnasium floor and disappeared into the corridor leading to the dressing room. Malton prowled restlessly. What the hell am I gonna do about this Cowley thing? he thought. I'll be damned if I know how to handle him. Stupid Victor, getting himself messed up like this.
"You try that again and you're gonna get hurt!"
Malton saw Erbach advancing toward a teammate, his fists clenched.
"Walt!" he yelled, walking toward the players. "Take it easy. Save it for next week." He slapped the huge boy on the shoulders. "Come over here for a minute. I want to talk to you."
They sat down on the bleacher seats. "Listen, Walt, I'm going to take you into my confidence, tell you something that can't pass beyond us. Can I rely on you?"
Erbach looked at him, puzzled. "Sure," he replied. "Hush-hush and all that. What's up?"
"Dick's on probation, he's finished for the year."
"Oh, man, that's great. Who did it to him?"
"Hermann Cowley. Know him?"
"Cowley? Sure. I had him for a course last year. He busted my balls. What happened? Dick get in trouble with him?"
"He's flunking," Malton answered. "Cowley said he won't pass unless he's disciplined. I talked to Cowley today, trying to get him to change his mind, but he won't budge. He's crazy as a loon."
"He hates jocks," said Erbach. "He couldn't care less about this team."
"Listen, do you know anything about him?" Malton paused. "I mean, about his personal life...."
"His personal life? Why do you-"
"Dick's gonna play next week, Walt, if it's the last thing I ever do. There's too much at stake here to let some idiot blow it all up. I don't expect to be coaching high school next year. I've talked to a few of the colleges-one in particular-and I'm just about in the door. If I can show my stuff in this tournament, I'll be kissing this place goodbye." He smiled. "I told you I was gonna take you into my confidence."
"I don't blame you for wanting to get out," Erback said. "I'm sick of this cruddy town. I'd like to go with you."
"Been accepted at any schools yet?"
"Williams State. Ain't that great? I'll still be able to walk to school, for chrissake."
"You said you'd like to go with me if I left here...."
"That's right."
"All right. You help me out, and I'll help you. There's no doubt that I could get you into whatever college I go to. Not only that, I could probably get you some money. At least a half scholarship."
"Wow! That'd be tremendous."
"But you're gonna have to work for it."
"That's okay. Whad'ya want me to do?"
"Ask around. You know everybody. There's got to be a way to get to Cowley."
"Man, you're really takin' chances."
"Listen, are you willing to stick your neck out?"
"Yeah, yeah, don't worry. I'm game." Malton stood up. "Call me if you find anything. And don't waste time. Get right to it. We've only got a week."
"Sure. There's lots of people I can talk to. We'll get the little shrimp's ass."
The coach chuckled and patted the boy on the fanny. "Go back to work. And remember, not a goddamn word of this to anyone. No one. Understand?"
Erbach nodded and jogged onto the court. Joel approached Malton. "Dick's gone, coach. Frank talked to him. Said Dick was talking funny, like something was bothering him. Know anything about it?"
"No, I don't," Malton answered. "Did he tell Frank where he was going?"
"He just up and left. Didn't say a word." ' "Well, I'll call his home later. He's probably tired."
"But he wouldn't just walk out of here without saying anything."
"Forget it, Joel," Malton said, turning away. "It's nothing. I'll talk to him later."
"It seems to me-"
"All right!" the coach shouted at his players. "Teams A and B, center court."
Joel reluctantly joined the scrimmage, listlessly practicing some of Malton's new plays. When a substitute replaced him, he headed for the lockerroom. He sat on a bench and leaned against the metal lockers. Although Dick's occasional aloofness puzzled him, he liked his teammate. They had talked freely at times, and Joel found that they were much alike-restless and ambitious.
He showered and changed into street clothes. Leaving by the rear door, he drove to Dick's home, a small bungalow badly in need of paint. He rapped on the door and waited. Maybe Dick went off with a girl, he thought. He envied his teammate's charming manner. He'd attempted to emulate it, but he was too shy to pull it off. The girls had laughed at him, amused by his self-conscious bravado, which he'd soon discarded.
The door opened, and Laura Victor stood before him. The fleshy lines of her voluptuous body were encased in black capris and a snug-fitting black sweater, which dipped low to expose the soft valley between her breasts.
"Hello, Joel. What brings you around? Shouldn't you be at practice with the boys?" Her voice slurred the words. He guessed she had been drinking.
"Hello, Mrs. Victor. I'm sorry to bother you. I'm looking for Dick. I guess he's not here."
"No, he's not," she said. "I don't know where he is if he's not at the gym. Didn't he go to practice?"
"He showed up but left before it started." Joel's eyes roamed her lush body. She noticed his gaze and stepped back into the foyer.
"Come inside, dear," she said. "It's rude to make you stand in the doorway like this."
He hesitated, then stepped past her into the living room. She shut the door, sliding the bolt, and took his arm. "Sit down. Take a load off your feet." Her skin was warm against his arm, and he smelled the spicy scent of her perfume. "Would you like a drink?"
"No, thank you," he answered, easing into the sofa. "It's against rules, unfortunately."
"Oh, forget rules for a while. One drink won't hurt you." She turned toward the kitchen. "What'll it be?"
"Anything. Whatever you're having."
She mixed two highballs and returned, handing him one and moving next to him on the couch. He felt very warm and sipped the drink. She took a Jew gulps of hers and looked at him, her eyes sultry.
"It's very nice of you to be concerned about Dick," she said. I never realized you two were that close."
"I don't think Dick would say that we were," he answered. Her shoulder pressed against him, and his heart thumped with excitement. In other company, he had watched her closely, attracted by the sexuality she radiated. He had dreamed of fondling her lovely tits, of stripping her naked and immersing himself in her full-blown body.
"I think you're very nice," she said. Her fingers trailed a path on his bare arm. "Do you think I'm nice?"
He was speechless. His eyes met hers, and she smiled. "What's the matter, handsome?" she asked coyly. "Cat got your tongue?"
She put their drinks aside and turned back to him. He reached for her, his head swimming with lust. They kissed hotly, her luscious curves rubbing against him. The doorbell rang, and he jumped.
"Dammit," she hissed. "It's the back door. Wait here. Don't leave." She ground her lips against his mouth, driving her tongue between his teeth. "I'll be right back." She hurried out of the room.
Panic gripped him. What the hell was happening? I must be out of my mind, he thought. He considered leaving by the front door, but Laura came back, a young girl following her. The girl was dark-haired, with a slim, sexy body. He had seen her at school. She was only fifteen years old, he guessed, but the older boys fell over themselves trying to get in her pants. He stood up to greet her.
"Oh, sit down, silly," Laura said. "I'm not teaching an etiquette class. This is Jane. She says she knows you. She's been a secret admirer of yours." Joel blushed.
"You've made him red as a beet," Janet teased. She placed a cool hand on his cheek. "He's burning up. What have you been doing to him?"
"We just started playing when you leaned on the damn doorbell," Laura answered. "Sit down. I'll get you a drink."
"Never mind," Janet replied. "I don't need one." She sat next to Joel, her short skirt sliding up her legs.
"I guess you don't," said Laura, smiling. "You kids are too much. Hot for it all the time." She joined them on the couch.
Joel enjoyed the frank talk. The drink had blurred his senses slightly, and he felt loose. He placed a hand on Janet's thigh, caressing the warm skin.
"I know Laura was putting me on about your admiring me," he said. "But I've seen you around and always wanted to meet you."
"I think we're going to be very good friends," she said, uncrossing her legs. His hand slid between them, and her thighs clamped together. His fingers groped for her pussy, pressing against her moist panties. His dick had stiffened, and he felt Laura squeeze it, her hand manipulating him crudely. She unzipped his fly and worked it out, bending to take it between her hands and lick the tip of it. Her tongue nearly made him faint.
"Do you want to fuck me?" Janet asked, squirming against him as his fingers pried at her cunt. "Do you want to kiss my pussy? Tell me what you want...."
"Get out of your clothes," he gasped.
She jumped up and quickly undressed. Laura's mouth eagerly sucked his dick, and he slipped an arm about her and fondled one of her tits. Nude, the girl stood before him. She slipped a finger into her cunt and began playing with herself, staring at Laura's bobbing head. She lay down on the floor, opening her legs so that he could look directly into her slit. Her fingers toyed with her clitoris until she was wet with cunt juice.
"Oh, please screw me," she moaned. "Stick your fucking dick into me. Break me in half with it."
Joel wanted to leap into her, but Laura's lips refused to stop loving him. The girl thrashed about on the carpet, in the throes of her orgasm. He felt his come wash from him jetting into Laura's mouth. She gulped it, twisting her lips around his prick, then sat up, her eyes glassy.
He pushed her prone on the couch and kissed her. He grabbed one of her breasts, and she heaved against him.
The girl came over and pulled him by the arm. "C'mon," she pleaded. "Do it to me."
They slid to the floor, and she began to undress him, yanking at his clothing. She rubbed his cock, and he began to swell. Her hunger was ferocious. She positioned him on top of her, her cunt lunging at his prick. It plowed into her, and she moaned. Her pussy enveloped him, and he pumped his prick into her. They rocked together on the carpet, their bellies slapping. Joel heard the rear doorbell ring again, but he didn't give a damn. He'd never had a fuck like this one. His experience was limited to a couple of tepid incidents with a somewhat inhibited girl he'd met during a summer vacation and a passionless gang bang he'd taken part in.
"Oooooooooh, you're goood," Janet moaned. "Keep it up. Screw me good."
Her hands were in his hair, pressing his face into her tits. He rolled his mouth over their slick surfaces, his teeth digging into the flesh. She loved it. Her hips thrust against him rhythmically, matching his powerful movements. He felt his senses spin as he satisfied his hungry lusts. He wanted to devour her, swallow her sexy body in the fury of his passion. He had never felt so strong, so manly. She was his, her steaming cunt possessed by him. He used her brutally, and she grunted with pleasure, lost in her own sexual ecstasy. His come spurted into her, his climax racking his trim, muscular body. Her cunt drew every drop from him, and they lay exhausted, lolling in the warmth of contentment.
He realized that their group was no longer a threesome. A heavyset man, nude to the waist, was greedily pulling at Laura's brassiere. She giggled as he kissed her face and neck, amused by his clumsy efforts to uncover her luscious tits.
"Who's he?" Joel casually asked the girl.
"My Uncle Harry," she answered.
Joel laughed. Too much, he thought. It's all too much to believe. "How long have you three been playing games?"
"Months," she said. "He's been screwing me for over a year. When I met Laura, I told her about it, and she told me to bring him along. He's wild about her. She's built more like my aunt than I am, kind of overripe. He digs those kind."
The girl kissed one of his nipples, snapping at it with her teeth. "Of course," she cooed, "he still likes me. And I love him. I mean I love fucking with him. You should see the size of his dong. It's like being screwed by a telephone pole."
"How did you start ... I mean how did it happen that you and he began...?"
"I threw it in his face, really," she said. "He and my aunt got along great, banging up a storm. They were very open about it too. One day, when I came home from school, I went upstairs to my bedroom and passed their room. The door was open, and they were on the bed, screwing. He was facing me, and he saw me standing there, watching them. I couldn't move. I was fascinated. Her legs were around his back, and she was urging him on, saying dirty things to him. His eyes were wild, and he looked as though he was gonna die from making it with her. He kept staring at me, and I felt as though it was me he was fucking. I swear I almost came right there. I stayed until they were finished, then went into my bedroom, locked the door, and played with myself for an hour. I was hoping he'd knock and come in, but he stayed away. At the dinner table, he hardly glanced at me. I think he was embarrassed."
"So you went after him?"
"Yeah, I have to admit it. I'd been kind of introverted up until then, and I didn't have many friends. I was only fourteen, but I'd been masturbating for years, and I knew I had a good body. I used to compare myself with the other girls when we showered after gym class, and I was as sexy as some of the older ones. I'd really wanted it bad for a couple of years. To fuck, I mean. I read that young girls enjoy it the most. So after I'd seen my uncle boffing my aunt, I decided I wanted him."
"Just like that, eh?"
"Just like that."
Joel looked over at the couch. The couple was naked, the man's face buried in Laura's soft pussy, his cock slipping between her lips. Janet had not exaggerated the size of her uncle's prick. Joel guessed it to be nine inches long.
"Man," he said. "I thought I was pretty big. That guy's a menace."
Janet laughed and cuddled against him. "Do you wanna hear how it happened?" she asked.
"How what happened?"
"How he first screwed me."
Damn, Joel thought, she really gets her kicks talking about it. "Yeh," he answered. "Tell me about the first time that big dick fucked your hot little pussy."
"We went on a trip to the beach, My Aunt Jean, Uncle Harry, and me," she began. "We rented a little house for a week. It was lovely. One afternoon, we were all laying on the sand in the sun, and I said I wanted to go for a walk. I knew Aunt Jean wouldn't come with me; she hates to do anything except fuck. But Uncle Harry said he'd join me. We went off down the beach, and as soon as we were out of sight of my aunt, I began drifting toward the dunes. Uncle Harry was behind me, and I could feel him watching me. I had one of those real tiny bikinis on. My aunt didn't give a damn what I wore; I was just a meaningless object to her. Anyway, when we were behind the dunes, I turned around and Uncle Harry kept coming toward me. I'll never forget the look in his eyes. I felt like I was twenty-five years old, knowing I could excite him like that.
"'You little cockteaser,' he said to me. 'You been wavin' that tushy of yours at me too long now.' It was true. Ever since I'd seen them in the bedroom, I'd done everything I could to make him hot for me. I'd let him catch me in the hallway with just my panties and bra on, or a towel around me. You know, that kind of stuff. Anyway, we didn't make it together behind the dunes. He just took my bikini top off and played with my tits. I tried to pull his suit off, 'cause I knew if I could get his dick out we wouldn't be able to stop. I can't tell you how much I wanted it. It was so exciting, us messing around and with my aunt so close. But we stopped and went back. Then they went up to the house together, and I knew what for. Uncle Harry was all hot and bothered, and he wanted a woman. I was furious. I mean, I get him all worked up, and he goes and sticks it in my aunt."
"So when did you get him?"
"That night. I guess my aunt didn't satisfy him. Or he left a little for me. Anyhow, she went out to buy some groceries, and I knew that'd take about an hour, because we were pretty far from the stores. I was laying on my bed wondering whether I should go into the living room and do something to make him want me. Then I heard the door latch open and Uncle Harry came into the room real slow. He didn't knock or nothin', he just came in and shut the door. My heart was goin' like crazy, I was so damn excited. And he was too. I could hear him breathing hard. He came over and sat down on the edge of the bed, but he didn't do anything. I think he was scared, 'cause he just looked at me, kinda strange like. All I had on was my terrycloth robe, so I opened it and smiled at him, like one of those sexy women in the movies. That did it. He stuck his face in my pussy and kissed me. It was fabulous. He ate me, then fucked the hell out of me. We screwed three times before my aunt got back. The first time, I bled a lot, but the robe soaked up a lot of it and he took the sheet off and hid it until he could get it cleaned. It didn't hurt, I guess because I'd played with myself so much and been athletic, done a lot of horseback riding on weekends and all that."
"And you've been going at it hot ever since, huh?"
"Ummmmm," she said. "And I don't ever plan to stop. Uncle Harry hardly ever makes it with Aunt Jean now." She grinned. "I've spoiled him. Me and Laura. I love to think about how many wonderful men there'll be in my life. I love men."
"You mean you love cock," he teased.
She pouted. "That's not nice. It's more than just that."
"I know," he said, not wanting to anger her.
"Oooh, look," she said, pointing to the other couple. "Look what they're gonna do."
Janet's uncle had crawled behind Laura, who was kneeling on the couch. His gigantic prick was stiff and his thick chest heaved as he spread her buttocks and poked his dick into her anus.
"It hurts like hell until he gets it up your ass," Janet said. "But once he's in, it's marvelous, like nothing else. You swear you can feel it tickling your gullet. Did you ever do it that way?"
Joel shook his head.
"You wanna?" She fondled his penis, which her vivid story had made erect. "I gotta lubricate it first," she said. "You won't mind this."
Her head descended, and her mouth slipped over his cock. It hardly hurts, he thought. Her tongue licked him avidly.
"Let's go," she said, raising up. "Put it in nice and slow."
She leaned forward on her hands. On an impulse, he pressed his face between her buttocks and slipped his tongue into her anus.
"Uhhhh," she moaned. "I thought you said you never did this before. Oooooooh, that's delicious. Wheee! It tickles! It feels lovely. Yess, that's it."
He crawled close to her and pulled her cheeks apart. She helped him guide his dick into her, easing it in until she was filled with him. She was big. Must've been doing this steady with good ol' Uncle Harry, he thought. It's like shoving it into a mine shaft. He moved against her, and she worked her ass on him, squeezing his cock.
"Play with my pussy while we do it," she hissed.
He slipped his fingers into her slit, and she nearly went out of her mind. She mewed like a kitten, her voice desperate with passion. He felt someone caressing his ass. He turned and saw the man grinning at him. His heart stopped.
"No," he gasped. "Don't."
"Just a little," the man said. "I won't hurt you." '"Let him," Janet grunted. "Hell be careful. He always is. But Uncle Harry, let us finish first. C'mon, Joel. Fuck me."
She bounced back on his dick, and he drove it into her. He bucked faster and faster, whipping against her. With a groan, he shot his come into her rear, then fell back.
The man was beside him immediately.
"You're very good," he said, his hand running down Joel's chest. "My little girl enjoyed you."
He bent down and kissed Joel on the lips, while his fingers played with the boy's soft prick. Joel felt the man's tongue slide between his lips, and he welcomed it, opening his mouth. The mouth grunted and kissed him harder, sliding his mouth against Joel's lips. The boy's prick hardened in the man's hand.
"You're so beautiful," the man said, and took Joel's cock between his lips, teasing it with his tongue.
"Come over here, Janet," he heard Laura say sternly.
He saw the girl move toward the sofa, kneeling between the older woman's legs. Laura took Janet's head in her hands and pulled it against her pussy, sliding down in the couch and opening her thighs.
"Take care of Mommy," she cooed. "Eat her nice pussy for her. I know you love to eat it...."
"Yesss," the girl whispered.
Joel watched her lick the warm, moist skin of Laura's inner thighs. Her tongue delved into the woman's slit, teasing her with quick, darting thrusts. Laura's head fell back and she stared at the ceiling as the young girl buried her face in the juicy cunt.
The sight of them brought him to the edge, and he pumped his cock between the man's lips, his fists pounding the floor. He came, and the man took it all, swallowing it hungrily. He had no sooner finished with Joel, when he rose and clambered next to Laura, kissing her on the mouth. She wound her arms about his neck and slid her lips against his.
Joel lay watching them for several minutes, wondering if they would ever get enough. Finally, Laura climaxed, her pussy churning against Janet's face. Joel dressed as the three of them, entangled, gained their second wind. He walked to the front door.
"So long," he called. "It's been just grand. And good luck."
He slammed the door behind him and bounded toward the car. Well, that's that, he thought. A dream come true. No wonder Dicks got problems, with a mother like Laura. Papa Victor must be climbing the walls.
The powerful engine roared, and Joel slipped the car into gear, slowly cruising down the quiet street.
"Goodbye, hangups; hello, life!" he shouted to no one in particular. "It took a long time, but we finally made it! Better late than never!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Walt Erbach walked into the confectionary and sat down on a stool at the counter.
"Hey, Walt," greeted a tall, thin boy behind the counter. "How are you?"
"All right, Billy," Erbach answered. "Workin' hard?"
"Nah, this is an easy job. I get busy at lunchtime, but the rest of the day is slow. You want a soda?"
"Gimme a Coke. Listen, man, a lot of people come in here. You ever see Cowley, the teacher, with anybody?"
"You mean chicks?"
"Yeh, women. Young or old."
"Nope. He comes in and buys a sandwich every once in a while, but he's always alone. He reads a book, eats his sandwich, and leaves. A real interesting guy. A great conversationalist."
The door opened, and a young woman entered the store. She wore no makeup, and her hair was uncombed. A housewife, Erbach thought. Languishing while Daddy earns the daily bread. She was good-looking, with a sultry face and a slow, seductive grace. She began examining the birthday cards, stacked on a long rack. The two boys watched her.
"Very, very nice," Erbach said. "Ever seen her before?"
"Yeh, plenty of times," said Billy. "She lives in one of the apartment buildings across the street. She's married with a kid."
She looked over at them, and Erbach thought he saw her smile.
"What's her name?" he asked his friend.
"Ginger, I think. She's a tough-looking piece, man."
"Yeh." Walt rose and sauntered toward the woman. "Can I help you, Ginger?"
"How do you know my name?" She smiled at him.
"I'm smart. Mine's Walt. Someone you know gonna have a birthday?"
"No, I just like to read the cards when I'm bored. I come over here all the time and read the birthday cards."
He laughed. "Is that so? Well, why don't I buy you one of these cards, and we'll pretend it's your birthday?" He pulled a card from the rack. "And birthdays are never boring. There's always a party. C'mon we'll have a party." His arm circled her waist but she pulled away.
"Be careful," she warned. "People will see." She squeezed his hand. "I'm across the street, building R, apartment 23." She smiled and walked out. Walt went back to the counter.
"What happened?" Billy asked. "You looked like you were makin' it with her."
"I did make it, man. I can't believe it. She gave me her address and told me to come over."
"Well I'll be damned," his friend groaned. "She's been comin' in here every day for months, and I never said a word to her."
Walt grinned. "Ask, and thou shalt receive. How'd you like to go to a party?"
"A party? You mean, with her?"
"When's your relief come on?"
"In about a half hour."
"Call him up and tell him to get down here right away. Then we'll go visit Ginger."
Billy quickly made the call. "He'll be right down," he reported. "He's a good guy."
When the boy arrived, Billy and Walt crossed the highway and wandered about the apartment complex, searching for building R.
"This one's F, man," Billy said. "R must be way down there."
They hurried toward the building and climbed the stairs until they stood before the woman's apartment. Walt rang the doorbell, and Ginger opened the door. She glanced at his companion.
"I brought a friend," Walt said. 'Two people can't have a party." He stepped inside, and Billy followed.
She closed the door. "You're the boy who works in the store, aren't you?"
"Yeah," said Billy. "That's me."
"It's all right then. I like you."
"I like you too, baby," he answered.
She looks better than she did in the store, Erbach thought. She was above average in height, but he loomed over her. Her eyes appraised the two boys, and she seemed to like what she saw.
"C'mon," she whispered. "Dance with me." She turned on the record player, and slow, schmaltzy music oozed into the room. She slid into Billy's arms, and he pulled her close. They shuffled across the carpet of the large living room. Erbach sat down and watched them, annoyed. By the end of the number, their feet were barely moving; torsos grinding together, their bodies swayed rhythmically. When the music stopped, Billy nuzzled his face against her neck, stroking her hair with her hand and kissing her soft skin. She threw her head back and slid her pussy against his cock. Walt's prick swelled as he watched them. If I don't want seconds, I'd better get over there, he thought.
He tapped his friend on the shoulder.
"Mind if I cut in?" he asked. The woman giggled and plastered herself against him.
"Ooooh, you're so big," she said, looking up at him.
"You make me even bigger," he said, sliding a hand onto her ass and working her belly over his cock. She sighed and rubbed her body against him. Billy stepped behind her, his arms encircling her and sandwiching her between them. His hand slipped over her pussy mound and groped for her cunt. She groaned, and Walt kissed her, jamming his mouth onto hers. They swayed together for several minutes, Billy's stiff cock pressing against her buttocks as his fingers worked at her pussy.
She ducked from between them and began unbuttoning her blouse. 'Take your clothes off," she commanded the two boys. "I want to see you naked."
They pulled their garments off as they watched her. Their cocks strained against their undershorts, and she stared at them. Her breasts swelled above her black brassiere, and her panties hugged the lush curves of her hips.
"Come over here and take these off me," she commanded.
Billy almost ran to her, reaching behind her and unsnapping the bra. He pulled it off, and her tits flopped free. He grabbed her and buried his face in them. They collapsed in a chair, and she squirmed in his lap as he sucked her tits.
She looked at Erbach. "Don't just stand there, big boy," she said huskily. "Make yourself useful. Take my panties." Her eyes looked at him dreamily, and she rolled Billy's head between her wet breasts.
Walt moved beside her and slowly slid the brief panties down her smooth legs. He smelled her cunt and shoved his hands between her legs. He could feel Billy's cock hard against her flesh as his fingers found her slit. Her clitoris was swollen, and he rubbed it.
"Oh, yesssss," she hissed. 'That's it. That's it."
Walt rose and yanked his shorts off. His cock sprang to attention, and she looked at it hungrily. She slipped out of Billy's lap and raised against Erbach, kissing him and fondling his thick organ. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Her eyes gleamed wildly, as if she'd never been fucked before. They fell on the bed and rolled together. Billy joined them, his nude body entangling with theirs.
Walt crawled between her legs and drove his cock into her cunt. She reached for Billy. He poked his prick at her mouth, but she pushed him away, her arms snaking about his neck and pulling his mouth up to her lips.
"I'll suck you off later," she promised him. "Just kiss me now while he fucks me." They writhed together in a deep French kiss, their tongues dueling.
"Lemme have some of that," Erbach growled, shoving his friend aside and clamping his mouth to the woman's. She hugged him close and bucked her hips furiously. His come streamed into her as their mouths ground together. Her legs wrapped around his thick back and refused to release him until his prick was limp.
He slipped it out of her, and Billy elbowed him aside, his prick rock-hard.
"Wait," she said, breathless, and took his dick in her mouth. He fell onto his back, and she hovered over him, laving his hardened penis. She sucked it passionately, and he knew he wouldn't last long. He started to grunt as he approached his orgasm, but she released him, sprawling back on the mattress and spreading her thighs.
"Quick," she rasped. "Put it in me."
She arched her back, and her pussy stretched wide in anticipation. He speared it into her, and she snatched at it with her cunt lips. It slid into her like a knife through butter.
She turned to Erbach, who lay beside her. "Do you like watching us?" she teased, toying with his erect organ.
Billy fucked her wildly. She screeched as he came, worming against him as he subsided.
"You're crazy for it, baby, you know that?" Walt said. "Whassamatter, doesn't the old man give you enough?"
"No, he don't," she said stiffly. "He used to, but he's found himself another honey, I think. He comes home late and just goes to bed. When I start to play with him, he gets it up, screws me once, then conks out. We used to fuck all night. He was marvelous." She frowned. "I don't know what's the matter. Maybe it's me."
He grabbed a handful of tit, kneading the soft flesh. "It ain't you, darlin'," he smiled. "Rest assured that there's nothin' wrong with you. You're the craziest piece I ever had."
"Maybe that's the trouble," she continued. "Maybe I scare him now. I been awful hot for it." She giggled. "One night I almost raped him."
His dick had grown hard in her hand. "Shut up and get on me," he ordered. "Get that lovin' pussy on my prick."
She moved over him and slid onto his penis, hissing as it skewered her. "It's like sittin' on a fence," she whispered. "I'm bein' fucked by Farmer Brown's fence."
Billy knelt behind her, his hands playing with her breasts and his lips kissing her neck and shoulders.
"That's nice," she said. "Make love to me. Kiss me all over."
His lips trailed kisses down her spine, and she wriggled with delight.
"Ooooooh," she mewed. "You're a doll."
He crawled around in front and kissed her on the mouth, his thumbs tweaking the thick nipples of her tits. He sat on Erbach's chest.
"Dammit," Erbach laughed. "Get the hell off me, Billy."
He goosed him, and his friend jumped a few inches.
Erbach's hand reached under him and grasped the boy's cock, stroking it gently. He came in a jiffy, his hot sperm splashing onto Ginger's belly. She squeeled and rubbed it over her skin. Billy moved off Walt and pressed his face into her wet skin, licking his come. She groaned, and her cunt bounced faster, driving Erbach to a wrenching orgasm. She yelped as he pumped his come into her vagina. They sprawled on the bed, drained of passion.
"You'd better leave soon," she said to them, resting her head on Billy's chest. "My husband never calls, and he might decide to come home on time tonight."
Reluctantly, they dressed and left her. She shut the door hard behind them, snapping the lock.
"A screwy bitch who loves to screw," Walt said.
"She's fantastic. We gotta see her again."
"She probably won't let us in the door, man. All she wanted was fresh cock. People would start to notice if they saw us showing up once or twice a week." He skipped down the stairs. "She won't have any trouble finding what she needs, though, that's for damn sure. Whoooo-eeee!"
"Whad'ye wanna do now?"
"I dunno, man. What do you wanna do?"
Billy grinned. "I wanna go back and fuck that broad some more."
"Geezus, she really turned you on, didn't she? I tell you what, let's go find a party. I heard Lillian might be havin' one tonight. How about it?"
"Yeah, sure. Lillian's that short chick? Really built?"
"That's her," Erbach said. "She fucks like a rabbit man. All you gotta do is squeeze her tits and she starts to come. I'll introduce you to her, if we can pull her away from whoever she's with."
They stopped at a drive-in restaurant and gobbled some hamburgers, making wisecracks to the waitresses. It felt good to be young and horny. When they arrived at Lillian's, Erbach plunged into the crowded room, Billy trailing behind. Rock music boomed from two massive hi-fi speakers. Everybody was yelling to be heard, or not saying anything, just dancing or straggling off in couples to more peaceful pastures.
They found Lillian in the comer with two boys. One of them had his hand on her ass, caressing it, while the other talked animatedly.
Erbach approached them. "Hello, baby. How you been?"
She gazed it him, her eyes dreamy. "Hullo, Walt honey," she cooed. "I been jus' fine, lover. How things been wi' you?"
She's high, Walt thought. High in the sky at a party in her own home. The world is shot through with crazy chicks. He took her hand. "I got somebody I want you to meet," he said. "She'll be right back," he added to the two boys. They glared at him.
"Lilly, baby, this is Billy, a good friend of mine. I promised him I'd introduce you two. He's been dyin' to meet you."
"What you been tellin' him?" she teased, elbowing Walt in the ribs. "And don't call me Lilly. You know I don' like it." She turned to Billy and smiled sweetly. Her eyes swept his lean body. "Hi, William."
"Hi," he said. "But I like the name Billy."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," she said. "Billy is sexier than William. But Lillian is sexier than Lilly, don'cha think?"
"I don't think we should discuss it in front of all these people, especially this big ape," he said, nodding to Erbach. "Let's go outside, where we can talk more privately."
She giggled, stepping close to him. "You're cute," she said, her finger pressing the tip of his nose. "Yeah, let's go outside where we can talk. But what makes you think there's nobody out there? Half the party's already out there."
"We'll ignore them," he replied, his arm slipping about her plush waist.
"Don'cha think we're goin' a little too fast?" she protested gaily. "I mean, I just met you. Everything you heard about me from Walter may not have been true, y'know."
"Okay," he said. "Let's stay in here and dance." He pulled her close, and her tits flattened against his chest. She could feel his dick stiff against her. He blew in her ear and licked at it and she shuddered. The music was slow and raw. He wanted to fuck her right there on the floor-get the goddamn party rolling.
She was getting hot. It was just as Walt had told him. His hands caressed her back, sliding to her buttocks and pressing her tight against him.
"What are we waitin' for?" she whispered, nibbling at his earlobe. "You didn't come here just to dance, did you?"
"Where'll we go? Upstairs?"
"No," she said. "My parents are up there."
He laughed. "Your parents?"
"Yeah." She pecked at his mouth with her lips.
She's hot as a pistol, he thought. His heart pounded with excitement.
"My parents are very liberal," she continued. "They smoked pot once, so they could make their own judgments, they said. Now they're turning into a couple of potheads."
He looked for Erbach. "Walt!" he shouted into the murky room.
"Yo!" a voice answered. He saw his friend emerge from a cluster of bodies, towing a tall girl.
"This is Liesa," he said. "Liesa, meet Billy." The raven-haired girl smiled. "Let's get outa here," Walt snapped.
"Just what I was thinking, Watson," Billy replied.
The two couples stumbled out the front door and into Erbach's car.
"To the Heights, driver. And make it-"
Lillian smothered Billy's words with her lips. He shoved his hands beneath her sweater and cupped her tits, yanking at her flimsy half bra.
The car roared off toward the woody area known as the Heights. Erbach could hear Lillian's sexy giggles and tiny cries as Billy stripped her in the back seat. His cock was stiff when he stopped the car and he lunged for Liesa. His hand shot between her legs, and she spread her thighs.
"I've missed you, baby," he gasped, pressing her down on the seat. "It's been a while. Where's your boyfriend tonight?" He wanted to kick himself for asking.
"We had an argument," she said. But she didn't cool off.
Lovely Liesa, he thought. Nothing cools her off. They kissed hotly, and he slid his finger inside her panties and into her slit. She stiffened and moaned. He raised her hips and slid the garment down her legs, then pulled his penis from his pants and entered her. She bucked against him.
"Unnnnnh," she groaned. "Make it fast. Fuck me good."
He did as directed, slamming his prick into her until his orgasm shook him. He subsided onto her, and she gasped.
"You're too heavy. I can't breathe."
He sat up and looked in the back seat. Lillian's legs were splayed, and Billy was giving her what she wanted, easing his cock into her pussy, then pulling it out slowly. Her eyes were closed, and her pink lips moved soundlessly.
"I sure been makin' it in some strange places lately," Liesa said as she straightened her clothes.
"Don't bother getting dressed," he said. "We're not finished yet." Her words registered. "What strange places?"
"Never mind," she said.
"You gotta tell me all about it now that you got me interested."
"Well, you promise not to tell anybody?"
"Cross my heart and hope to screw," he replied.
She smiled and kissed him lightly. "Yesterday, Hermann Cowley laid me in his office."
Erbach couldn't believe his ears. He tried to remain calm. "What'd you do, seduce him?" he asked casually.
"The first time, I had to," she said. "Now he wants to see me all the time."
"What'd you do it for? He's a skinny little shit."
"He's not that bad," she said. "And besides, he treats me very nice. I'm one of his honor students." She smiled coyly.
Oh man, wait'll Malton hears this, Erbach thought. "I think you're nuts to mess around with the bastard," he said. He squeezed her sleek thigh. "But he ain't nuts to mess around with you, you little cock teaser. C'mon, take the rest of those clothes off."
They undressed, and Liesa sprawled on the seat, her head in the corner and her legs spread. Walt opened the door on the driver's side to allow him room to slide his face into her pussy. He licked her lustily, loving the taste of her. She imprisoned his head between her thighs, squeezing him as his tongue teased her clitoris. She twitched and jerked as he whipped his tongue against the sensitive nub. She came once and then again, as his insistent caress drove her mad. He moved his dick into position.
"Hey Walt," Billy said. "Let's swap, man."
Erbach looked in the back. Lillian was lying on the seat, manipulating Billy's cock. She looked at Walt and licked her lips. "C'mon back here, daddy," she said. "This man has plumb petered out." Billy grinned.
"Walt...." Liesa murmured. "What're you doin'? Take me, honey. Please...."
"Okay, switch," Erbach said, and backed out of the car. He crawled onto the rear seat and looked at Lillian's lush body, her full tits like melons. He buried his face in them, pulling at a brown nipple with his teeth. She purred happily as he played with her breasts. He'd always loved sucking her tits. He hadn't exaggerated much when he told Billy that she'd come if you simply grabbed them. They seemed to be ultrasensitive.
He'd first met her at a party, the room crowded with people. They were pressed close together, and he had to fall over backward to avoid giving her a feel right there. Finally he'd taken her outside, moving behind her and covering her luscious orbs with his strong hands. She flipped, throwing herself at him, and they made it for the first time out on the back lawn of his best friend's home.
"Lalalaaaa," she moaned, as he chewed a nipple. "Oh I love that."
But he'd had enough playing. He spread her legs, and his cock dived into her cunt. He could hear Liesa's shrill cries and Billy's deep groans as he fucked it into Lillian's hot snatch. He wasn't sure he could come, he felt so tired. His prick seemed numbed from the day's activities, and his mind detached itself from the act, drifting languorously in some warm, viscous region. He decided to screw the girl as she had never been screwed before, pumping against her relentlessly. His cock excited her clitoris and she writhed through multiple orgasms, digging her fingernails into his flesh as the delicious sensations washed over her like breakers.
"Ohhh, stop," she pleaded. "That's enough. It hurts. I can't take any more."
He pounded it into her more violently, and when he came he felt as if he would die. His body tensed as it spurted from him, his muscles bulging, and he gripped her so tight that she gasped in pain. Finally, he slipped it out of her and collapsed on the seat.
"You fat bastard!" she yelled. "You almost killed me, dammit! What the hell's wrong with you?"
"Shut up and get dressed," he said weakly. "Hey, you in the front seat! We're movin' out. Everybody up and at 'em" He felt silly. "They're gonna have to amputate," he said, patting his painful penis. "I'm done for. There's no use tryin' to save it. We've got to take it off, soldier. Bit hard on this." He nipped at Lillian's thigh as she struggled with her skirt, and she yelped. He convulsed in laughter.
"Close the back door, Lillian," Billy said. "I'll drive."
He started the car and eased onto the road.
"Hurry, driver!" Erbach moaned. "I need plasma if I'm gonna make it! It's hanging by a thread!"
"Oh, stop," Lillian said, her voice softer. She cradled his head on her lap. "You better get some clothes on or we're gonna get in trouble. Liesa, gimme his clothes."
"Get away from me," he said. "You called a wounded man a fat bastard. I want another nurse. You oughta be ashamed of yourself. You're a disgrace to the order or the corps, or whatever it is."
"I think he's drunk," Lillian said to the other couple, who were laughing at his antics. "He's gonna have a hangover from fucking."
She turned to him and caressed his face melodramatically. "Don't worry, Colonel. I won't leave you alone. I'll stay by your side all night, until you fall asleep. Then I'm gonna chop it off."
Erbach wailed, and the car hurtled down the highway through the darkness.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dick sipped the hot coffee and sat back in the chair. The young waitress came over with his bacon and eggs and asked him whether there was anything else he wanted. He eyed her ripe body and considered several possibilities but told her no, that was all. She smiled and sauntered behind the counter. Sexy little thing, he thought, way out here in the hills.
He relaxed, happy to have split the sideshow on the beach. It had been a mad, wonderful night, but one night with the hobgoblins was enough. He had left them at dawn, their bodies strewn about the beach like battle victims. He had searched for Lady and found her snoozing peacefully in the arms of two men. He hadn't awakened her.
"I don't think you've ever been in here before, have you?" The waitress was back, casually leaning on the back of the chair opposite him.
"Nope. This is my first time. Must say I'm enjoying it." He gazed at her soft body.
"Margaret!" a harsh voice beckoned. "Heb with these dishes."
"That's Mom," the girl said. "I get this shit all the time."
The girl hustled over to lug some dirty dishes back into the kitchen. Her mother appeared. She seemed very young; her figure was trim, like her daughter's, but exuded a plush sensuousness. The girl's skin was fair, and her hair brilliantly blonde, while the mother was dark, her long hair coal-black. They make a nice pair, he thought, his prick stirring.
He finished his eggs and took his coffee cup over to the counter.
"Mornin'," he said.
The woman, struggling with the top of the coffee machine, looked at him over her shoulder.
"If you want a refill you're gonna have to wait until my husband helps me with this damn contraption," she muttered, "and that may be quite a while."
He stepped around and reached up, yanking the lid off the machine. "Nothin' to it," he grinned. "All you need is another six inches."
Her dark eyes flashed. 'Thanks," she said. "It's nice to have a man about the house."
Her voice was sweet and smooth and made his dick stand up straight. She smelled, good, clean and spicy.
"Where's your husband?" he asked.
"In the sack," she answered dully. "He doesn't like to come on deck until everything's shipshape."
"You sound like you're not too happy about that."
She glanced at him as she dried the silverware. "Gettin' kind of personal, aren't you?"
He shrugged and started back to his table. "When the coffee's ready, I'll take another cup."
He sat down and resumed reading the newspaper, turning to the sports section, where a columnist incisively assessed Lowry's chances of winning the state championship. He said they'd win if they didn't lose. My oh my, Dick thought, everybody's got everything figured. If there's something you don't know, just look around. Someone'll tell you the answer.
He folded the paper and looked for the woman. She was gone, and he was alone in the room. He considered leaving but couldn't decide where to go next. He didn't want to go home.
The screen door at the front of the restaurant slammed open and a short, paunchy man strutted up to the table.
"Hello, there!" he said. "I'm Frank. I'm the owner." He extended his hand and Dick grasped it, half-rising. "Enjoy your meal?" the man asked.
"Yeah, it was fine."
"Did you meet my wife?" His face beamed with friendliness.
"Yes, I did."
"And my stepdaughter?"
"Yes...." A public relations man gone mad, Dick thought. The man's hands twitched nervously, and he ran them through his thinning hair, mopping his brow with his forearm.
"Gorgeous, aren't they?" he asked.
"Divine," Dick replied, amused.
The man cackled, slapping Dick on the arm. "There ain't many who got it better than me," he said. He leaned forward. "She does anything I want," he whispered. "She's terrific. You know what I mean?" He winked.
"Is that so?" This bird must be stewed at eight in the morning, Dick thought. But there was no smell of booze.
"Yeh. She's fabulous," the man continued. "Been with me for five years now, ever since Ethel kicked off. Don't know what she saw in me, a good-looking piece like her. She's only thirty-seven, y' know. I'm an old geezer, compared to her." He looked at Dick and rubbed his nose. "But she does all right by me. Treats me fine."
"That's good," said Dick, the little man's intimate monologue beginning to make him uncomforatble.
The girl reappeared from the kitchen. "Mornin', Daddy," she said unsmilingly.
Frank rose and walked behind her, sliding his arms about her waist.
"How are you today, sugar?" he asked, standing on tiptoes to peck at her cheek. She turned her head and stepped away.
"I'm okay. Mommy wants to see you. In the back."
He waved at Dick. "Be right with you," he said, grinning broadly. "Don't go 'way."
"Hey, Margaret," Dick called. "Come over here and talk to me a little bit. I'm feelin' lonely. Be hospitable."
"I can't," she said, wiping the counter with a filthy sponge. "Mom'll get mad."
"All right," he said, rising. "I'll come over there. If Methuselah can't go to the mountain...."
She stopped her work as he sat down in front of her. "I like you," she said abruptly. "You're nice."
"I like you, too," he said, at a loss for another rejoinder.
"Mom likes you too. I know you don't think so, because she seems so cold. But she's not really. She's a very warm person."
"That's nice." The joint's a nuthouse, Dick thought. Men in white coats dish out the home fries, then cart you away.
"What's your mother's name?" he asked.
"Valerie. Don't you think she's exotic?"
"Very far-Eastern," he answered. "She must have been born in New Jersey."
"Connecticut," the girl said. Dick thought he would swallow the coffee cup. The couple returned.
"Let's go sit down at the table," the man said to him. "You gonna be around here for a while?" The push-button smile spread across his face.
"No, just passin' through."
Frank glanced at his wife, then at his daughter. The ingratiating grin disappeared. "It's kind of desolate out here," he said. "Same people come in all the time. Like clockwork. You're the first youngster to stop by in a long time that we didn't know like a son."
Dick shifted in his seat. "Yeah, I guess it does get dull out here."
Valerie had moved into his view. He stared at her inviting curves, and she looked at him, her gaze steady. His cock swelled as he contemplated how she would feel beneath him.
"Take her upstairs," her husband whispered. "She'll go with you. I'll go outside. Just go over and put it to her."
Dick blinked at him disbelievingly. The man squeezed his arm.
"Don't worry," he continued, "I ain't crazy. I'm just too old for her. She wants it all the time, an' I ain't up to it any more. I don't wanna lose her. You're gonna be leavin', so I figured...." He waited for Dick's answer.
Dick gazed at the man's wife, her tits big inside the white uniform.
"Go on outside," Dick said.
Frank hesitated, then patted Dick's shoulder and walked out the door.
The silence seemed oppressive. Dick stood up, his cock thick against his pants. His knees felt rubbery as he gulped the last of his coffee.
"Want some more coffee?" Valerie asked. The words seemed soft and velvety. Margaret bustled about near the kitchen. He walked over to the woman, standing close to her. His arm slipped behind her, and his hand caressed the soft curve of her back. He felt her quiver. She stopped sorting through the bills, and his hand slid to her neck, squeezing it gently. Her eyes closed, and he pressed his lips to her face. Her skin seemed feverish, and she turned her mouth toward his gasping as his tongue played across her lips, then shot between them as he kissed her hard. Their mouths twisted together for several seconds until she broke away, breathless.
"Where's Margaret?" she whispered hoarsely.
"She's in the back," Dick answered, and pulled her against him. His dick was hard as an iron pipe. She slipped into his arms, clawing at his back and pressing her thigh against his stiff organ.
God, she's hot, Dick thought. He reached down and shoved his hands beneath her dress, pulling it up and cupping her buttocks. She rubbed against him as he kissed her, her strong body twitching with desire.
"C'mon," he gasped. "Let's find us a place to lie down."
"Upstairs. Hurry." She pulled him by the hand, and they quickly climbed the winding staircase, entering a small attic furnished with two double beds. She groped for the zipper of her dress and pulled it down, the front of her uniform falling forward, exposing tits that were as lovely as he'd imagined. He watched her step out of the dress and unfasten her stockings. She looked sexy as hell, her stockings white against her tanned skin.
He knelt before her, kissing the smooth flesh that swelled above the tops of her nylons. Her fingers toyed with his hair as he roiled the stockings down her legs, his lips teasing her satiny skin. She sat on the edge of the bed and he removed the nylons, licking her ankles and sucking the tips of her toes. She moaned and lay back on the bed, lifting her ass and pushing at her panties. He pulled them off and crawled on top of her, his cock squirming against her pussy mound. They kissed hotly, and his hands fumbled with her bra until the catch opened. Her tits bubbled into his face. He took a dangling breast in his mouth and sucked its nipple. His hands played along the backs of her legs, teasing the resilient flesh.
"Ohhhh, you're so fuckin' sexy," she moaned. "I wanted to screw with you the minute I saw you get out of the car, you goddamn stud." Her face was contorted with passion, and her black hair swirled about as she tossed on the bed. He buried his face in the spongy flesh of her belly, licking her navel; then he parted her thighs and kissed her cunt. She was hot and wet, and the smell of her nearly overpowered him.
"Yesssss, eat my pussy. Take care of Mommy."
His tongue worked between the flesh folds of her slit and found her clitoris. She yelped and jerked her cunt against his face. He toyed with her, driving his tongue into her vagina with long, deep strokes, then attaching her swollen clit with quick thrusts.
"Oooh, God, where did you learn to suck like that?" she hissed. She squeezed her tits together, her fingers rubbing the thick nipples.
He stepped back and ripped off his clothes. She gazed at him. Her hand continued where he had stopped.
"Hurry up," she snapped, throwing her head back. "Ummmmmm, I need it so bad."
He chuckled and pushed her hands away from her slit. His arms went under her back, and she draped her legs over his shoulders as he shoved his prick into her. He spread his feet on the floor and rammed against her. It was a taxing position, and he decided to let her have it hard and fast.
He screwed her with brutal, hungry thrusts. His come gushed into her, and she churned against his cock, gasping with pleasure. He fell beside her.
"Ooooh, daddy," a sweet voice cooed. "You're getting me all excited."
Dick propped himself on his elbows and looked at the other bed. Frank sat facing him, with Margaret standing between the man's legs. Her back was toward her stepfather, and she tottered as his hands moved up and down her luscious legs. Her skirt was about her hips, and Dick guessed she must have been watching him fuck her mother.
"Quite a family you have here," he said to Valerie.
"This is no family," she spat. "He gives us room and board, and we let him play his games. Don't call this a family."
"Why the hell did you marry him?"
He watched Frank pull the girl's dress off, kissing her buttocks. She bent forward, and he slipped her panties off. His tongue slipped into her anus. She giggled and gazed at Dick, her eyes strange and wild. He fondled his cock, stimulated by the man's attentions to his stepdaughter.
"He's got more money than he can count," Valerie continued. "He don't spend it, but I will, someday."
She reached into a pocket of her dress and snatched her cigarettes, lighting one and leaning back against the wall. She watched her husband and her daughter.
"So you're just waitin' for his heart to stop?"
"That's right," she answered irritably.
Margaret squealed, and Frank wrestled her onto the bed. He tore at her bra and nestled his face between her juicy tits.
"Yumyumyumyum," he moaned. "My little girl's boobies taste so goood."
She pressed his face deep into her tits. "Suck my tits, Daddy," she mewed, smiling down at him. "Make Maggie feel goooood."
"Looks like your daughter might kill him before the morning's over," Dick said.
-'That's the idea," the woman said softly.
Dick looked at her disgustedly.
"What's the matter?" she said. "Do I sicken you? Well, don't worry about it, honey, 'cause you'll be gone from here in two hours." She flicked her cigarette on the wooden floor. Her lush tits jiggled as she sat up and slid her hand up his spine. "In the meantime," she whispered, "why don't you just grin and enjoy it?"
"Sure, baby," he said sharply. "Get on your knees." He grabbed her arm and pushed her onto the floor, taking his dick in his hand. "Here it is," he said, pointing his organ at her face. "Get your mouth on it."
"My pleasure."
She took his flaccid prick between her lips and sucked him expertly as he watched the couple on the other bed.
Frank lay nude and Margaret was atop his dick, fucking him slowly with tantalizing thrusts of her hips. His short arms grasped for the tits that swung above him, but she pulled back.
"Aww, c'mon, sugar," he chortled. "Let Daddy play with your big tits while you fuck him. Pleeease."
She laughed idiotically and tossed her long blonde hair, sucking at his tired penis with her cunt. He gritted his teeth and grimaced, clutching at the sheets and gurgling. She rode him hard, easing up when she felt him approach his climax. She seemed to enjoy torturing him. Her face was twisted in delight.
Dick's foot pushed Valerie flat on her back on the floor. "Come on and screw hubby," he said to the woman, pulling her daughter off her husband. The girl struggled, but he was too strong for her. He carried her to the other bed and threw her down. Valerie sat on the floor, stunned.
"Go ahead!" he yelled at her, motioning toward her husband, whose limp body was sprawled across the bed. "Fuck him to death! Before he loses it!" The man's prick was quickly ebbing.
"I can't," she said hoarsely. "He won't do it with me. He only likes it with her."
Dick turned to the terrified girl. Her tiny fists were punching at him. He gripped her wrists, pinning them at each side of her head.
"Now I'm gonna find out why Daddy thinks you're such a good piece, baby."
She tried to knee him in the balls, and he slapped her. He released her arms and pried her thighs apart, jabbing at her cunt. His prick was too soft.
"Frank!" he shouted. "Get the hell over here and suck my dick! Hurry up, or I'll kick the shit out of you!"
The man hopped off the bed and eagerly took Dick's penis in his mouth. It grew hard as he sucked it.
"So you're a cocksucker, too, are you?" Dick hissed. "Suck it good, daddy, so I can screw into your little girl."
Margaret lay dazed. Dick looked for Valerie and saw her sitting across from them, her fingers sliding against her pussy. What a fuckin' menagerie, Dick thought, and pushed the man away. The girl was hot now and welcomed his cock. Her hand guided it into her, and she powered her strong hips against him. He wanted to hurt her but realized that she was going to be a match for him.
"Unh, Unh, Unh," she grunted as he drove his prick into her pussy. Frank sat on the floor staring at Margaret's face, which was flushed with passion. Valerie walked across the room and pushed her husband aside with her leg. Bending over, she kissed her daughter on the lips. Frank pulled at his cock, masturbating as the three bodies before him writhed together.
Dick emptied himself into the panting girl and moved off her. He saw Frank. "Get in there, man," he said, grabbing him. "She's still hot for it."
But Valerie had crawled between her daughter's legs and was licking at the girl's slick cunt. Dick pulled her away and shoved Frank onto Margaret.
"We need a ringmaster for this show!" he laughed. His hands clamped about Valerie's waist, and he dragged her onto the other bed. "We direct your attention to Bed Number Two!"
She screeched as he mauled her tits, twisting her nipples cruelly. He mashed his mouth against her lips, enjoying her fruitless struggle. His hand burrowed between her legs, and he fingered her cunt. She moaned and stopped fighting him. Her mouth opened and sucked at his tongue, her thighs yawning apart to give his insistent hand plenty of .room. He mauled her lush body, biting a soft tit and squeezing the breath from her. She was ecstatic.
"Fuck me now!" she cried, groping for his prick. "Please, now...."
He slid between her legs, and his cock went into her as if it had eyes. He worked it against her clitoris, slowing the pace until she whimpered happily. He glanced at Frank, who was pumping his prick into his stepdaughter's insatiable pussy. Her legs were wrapped about his midsection, the muscles of her thighs and calves flexing as she clung to him.
Dick felt his orgasm approach and ceased his movements, kissing the woman and fondling her tits as he lay atop her. Her hands gripped his hair, and she slid his lips over hers, moaning and twisting beneath him. He was dumbfounded as her passion surged, her mouth devouring him. Her legs clamped about him, holding him deep inside her, unmoving.
"Oooooooooh, God," she gasped. "It feels so good. Uhhhhh...."
She climaxed, her body stiffening as she came. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and her hips jerked as she neared the end of her orgasm. Finally, she released, opening her legs and lazily revolving her cunt about his dick.
"Jeezus," she sighed. "I never had anything like that happen before."
"Wild, baby. You really flipped out." He kissed her neck and face, nipping at an earlobe.
"When you stopped," she continued, "I got more excited than when you were fucking me. You felt so big inside me. It felt so fucking good. I just love to fuck." She hugged him. "You're marvelous. I wish you could stay. My husband wouldn't mind."
He snorted. "Your husband wouldn't mind if I kicked his ass out the window ... as long as I goosed him first."
"You're as bad as me," she tittered.
He sat on the edge of the bed, feeling empty and tired. On the other side of the room, Margaret cradled her stepfather's head against her breasts. She looked at Dick and smiled. He stood up and searched for his clothes, pulling his shirt from beneath the couple. It was stained with semen. The stupid bastard came on it, Dick thought, glaring at Frank, who was sucking one of the girl's rubbery nipples, content as a baby.
"Your come is all over my shirt, you goddamn cocksucker," he cursed. The man raised his head, gazing dumbly at the shirt. Valerie snickered, and the girl giggled. Dick wanted to knock their heads together but appreciated the absurdity of the scene and shook his head.
"How'd you meet him?" he asked Valerie.
"We used to live in Meador, Margaret and me, about twenty miles north. When my husband died, I began looking around for a replacement. We were almost broke, and I decided I was gonna find me a man who had some money this time. I was working at a dance joint. Frank came in one time, handed me a long roll of tickets, and danced with me the whole night, talking all the time about how solid he was, how much dough he'd saved. He wanted me to go with him that night, but I said no. Then I checked around and found out that he was tellin' the truth. His first wife had left him some money, and this restaurant did pretty well until the big place opened down the road. Anyway, when he came back the next week, I welcomed him with open arms." She grinned. "His cock stood up straight and stayed up. I took him off in the corner after a while and sat in his lap. I don't think he'd been with a woman in months, 'cause he came in his pants when we started goin' at it hot. I rubbed my ass over it, and he was so happy he almost cried. Then he brought me here, and I did everything to him that I'd ever learned or heard of. We got married two weeks later."
"What happened that he couldn't make it with you any more?"
"Whad'ya think happened?" she replied, nodding toward her daughter. "He liked it with me before we got married because it was exciting, kind of wild and evil. Once we fell into the everyday run of things-serving the customers, cleaning the place, keeping the books-he lost interest. But he couldn't stay away from my daughter, so I told her to go ahead, give him what he wants. The doctor says he got to take it easy, no strain because of his heart, but he doesn't listen. Which is fine with me."
She lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, tilting her head as she blew the smoke out slowly. "And it sure is just find and dandy with Margaret. She'd been screwed by my brother-in-law during my first marriage. She didn't tell me about it until he moved away. She was kind of precocious, you know what I mean? She liked older men. After I gave her the green light with Frank, she didn't waste any time. We sleep in a little cabin behind the restaurant, and one night as we're goin' to sleep I hear her call out and ask Frank to tuck her into bed. I knew she was gonna try to make him right then. She told me about it later. When he went into her bedroom, she was laying there wearing a short little blue nightie I gave her. When he started to pull the sheet over her, she ooohs and ahhs about the heat, pullin' at the nightie and rubbin' her legs together. Maybe we'd better forget the sheet,' he says to her. She hardly recognized his voice, he was so hot for her. She says, yes, that's a good idea, and opens her arms. 'Kiss me good night, Daddy,' she says, real low so that he'd think she didn't want me to hear her. She could see the bulge in his pants as he sat next to her and started to give her a little peck on the cheek, but she drapes her arms about his neck and kisses him on the mouth. She told me he gasped and went stiff, but she moaned a little and teased him with her tongue, and he started kissing her hard. That's when she pushed him away."
She flicked the cigarette away and reached for another.
Dick was mesermized by the woman's vivid story, his prick stiff inside his pants. He squeezed her thigh and fondled one of her tits when she sat back, but she pushed his hand away coyly.
"I thought you said you wanted to hear what happened," she said. "Margaret sat up in bed, with him next to her. 'Ooooh, Daddy,' she says, 'it's so hot in here,' and she pulls her nightie over her head. She said his eyes almost fell into her lap. Her tits were right in his face, but he was paralyzed, couldn't do a thing. So finally she lays back and starts rubbing her belly and pussy mound. 'My, I feel so hot all over tonight,' she says. T don't know what's the matter with me. Ummmmm ... ' Then she felt his hand on her thigh, inching toward her pussy. She told me she was really turned on at that point, that she knew she had him. He rubbed her cunt with his fingers and then slipped one into her. She grunted and shoved her pussy onto his hand. 'Oooooh, Daddy, that feels so nice ... ' Ha! The old bastard almost broke an arm gettin' out of his clothes. She said he was wheezin' and groanin' funny-like, kind of mumbling as he kissed her body. She pretended she didn't know what was gonna happen, and he had to pry her thighs apart so he could get at her cunt with his dick. He never excited me much, but she really digs fucking him, and she was squirmin' and moanin' when he drilled it into her. I was surprised when she told me he went nice and slow with her. He never did that with me. And she came, which had never happened when she was making it with her Uncle Lou, my first husband's brother. Anyway, Frank screwed her twice and then came in and collapsed on our bed with his back toward me. 'Where you been?' I ask. 'I was in the bathroom,' he says. 'I feel sick. Must be somethin' I ate.' Then he conks off."
Dick stood and unbuckled his pants.
"Good," she smiled, "I want it now too."
"So do I, baby, but I want it from her." Dick walked over to the other bed and kissed the girl on the lips. She clutched at him, and her tongue sneaked between his teeth. Frank looked up at them, frowning and moving away. Dick crawled on top of her, and their bodies writhed together. Her soft tits flattened against his chest, and their tongues entwined. He broke the embrace and licked the tip of a soft, fleshy tit.
"Ummmm, that's it," she moaned. 'That's good, so good."
He took a nipple between his teeth and chewed it lightly. She mewed and shoved her breast against his face.
"Suck on it," she gasped. "Take it all."
He opened his mouth, and the satiny orb slid between his lips. He laved and sucked it, and she breathed heavily, her hands working his head against her swollen breast.
His lips trailed kisses down her belly until they found her warm slit. He licked the small knob of her clitoris, then delved deep inside her. She spread her legs, and he pressed his face against the wet, hot surfaces of her cunt. The lips of her pussy were red and sore from the morning's fun, but she moaned in pleasure as his rough face slid against her. His tongue snaked through her vagina, licking hungrily.
His cock seemed ready to explode, and he pulled his face from her cunt. He aimed his swollen organ at her and stabbed, the third thrust finding the mark. They groaned, bucking together in animal lust.
"Oooooooh, mmmmmmmm," she purred. "Fantastic. Lovely. Ohhhh, it's so good."
She gasped as he began to ram his thick cock into her, his weight falling heavily on her belly. She returned his sharp thrusts, her hips pounding against him.
"Aaaah," he groaned. "Now, baby! I'm gonna come!"
"Yes, yes!" she cried. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"
His prick powered into her, and she snatched at it with her cunt. His sperm spurted, and she twisted against him, clawing his back as he emptied himself.
"You're so good," she cooed as he lay atop her. Her hands caressed his face, and she kissed him gently.
CHAPTER NINE
Walt Erbach strolled into Malton's office. "I have some very interesting news for you, coach," he said. "A late flash on Hermann Cowley."
Malton dropped his pencil and leaned back. "It better be good," he replied. "Our goose will soon be cooked if it isn't. I wasn't able to dig up a thing. The guy lives like a monk."
"Not quite. I met a girl named Liesa Kellogg at a party Saturday night. She told me she's been making it with him for months."
"For months!"
"That's right. She comes to his office every week, and they screw themselves silly. She's a dumb broad, but she's cum laude in his class. She says he's very appreciative."
Jack grinned. "Well now, isn't that nice? I can hardly believe it. Are you sure she wasn't giving you a lot of crap?"
"Why should she? Besides, she let it slip. I pushed her for the details. I know she was telling the truth. She fucks like a rabbit, and she's crazy wild. Seducing a teacher is right up her alley."
"My boy, it's been a long day, and I think we're entitled to a little rest and relaxation. You're invited to dinner. What time is it?"
"About three."
"All right, we'll have a couple of drinks and then eat. Let's go."
They drove to the coach's home, parking by the curb.
"Never been to your place before," Walt said as they walked up the driveway. "It's nice."
"It's not bad," the coach replied. "But better things are on the horizon. I wonder whose car this is."
A tan sedan clung to the steep incline.
"I thought it was your wife's."
"We drove here in the only car I own boy. I've never seen this one before."
Malton unlocked the front door and they stepped inside.
"Cindy?" No response. "Well I'll be damned. This is odd. Let's go upstairs."
They paused at the top of the staircase and listened. The sound of water running came from down the hallway.
"It must be the bathroom adjoining our bedrooms," he said.
They walked through the coach's bedroom, the walls decorated with photos and football mementos. Two feminine voices were audible from the next room. Malton parted the curtain hung in the doorway and peeked in. His wife lay on the bed, a bathtowel wrapped about her. A tall blonde woman sat beside her, similarly attired. Malton gestured to Erbach to be silent and motioned him toward the slit in the curtain.
"I'm glad you could come over, Jean," Malton's wife said softly. "I was really feeling low. I've been depressed lately, but today was...."
"Today was marvelous, darling. I can still feel it."
Cindy giggled. "All that creme de menthe. I almost passed out as we were coming up the stairs." She reached out and ran her fingers over the smooth skin of her friend's arm. "You're very nice to me, Jean."
The blonde placed her hand on Cindy's leg, slowly caressing the inner surfaces of her thigh. She leaned toward her, and Cindy eagerly opened her arms. Their mouths fused in a delicate kiss and Jean's hand moved higher on Cindy's leg, slipping beneath the towel to find the warm wetness of her friend's pussy.
"Yessss," Cindy hissed. "Go ahead."
"Oh, baby," Jean murmured, pressing her lips into the soft valley between the woman's breasts. "You're so beautiful. I wish you'd call me more often."
Malton stood stunned. So this is what she does when she gets horny. The bitch! She's cold fish with a man, but she lights up when another cunt touches her.
Cindy tugged at the towel covering her friend's tits, and it fell to the floor. She cupped an enormous orb in her hand, squeezing it gently. "Your breasts are so big, Jean," she whispered.
"You like my big, fat tits, honey? Then suck on them for me." She crawled onto the bed and dangled her breasts over Cindy's face, lowering one into her friend's mouth.
"Jeezus," Erbach groaned. "Look at those boobs, willya?"
Malton felt his cock expand as he watched his wife's gaping mouth suck the woman's breasts, taking one, then the other between her lips. Erbach stood looking over Malton's shoulder, and Jack knew that the boy was wildly excited by the two women. Erbach's stiffened dick pressed against the coach's buttocks, and Walt's breath fanned his neck.
Cindy's hand rubbed her cunt furiously as her mouth laved the nipples of Jean's huge tits. She bit one, and the woman yelped in delight.
'You're so damn sexy," Jean rasped, pulling the tingling breast free. "You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen, you little minx. There's only one kind of lovin' for somebody like you...." She kissed Cindy's belly and licked her thighs.
"Oh, yes, Jean," Cindy hissed. "Do it. Please kiss me there." She opened her legs, her eyes pleading.
"What do you want me to do, darling? Tell me what you want. I'll do anything for you." Jean's lips teased the woman's pubic mound, her teeth nipping and pulling at the reddish hair.
"Suck my cunt," Malton's wife gasped. "Stick your tongue in it and eat it until I tell you to stop."
"Oh baby!" Jean cried and buried her face in the warm, wet pussy. Her tongue slithered into it, lapping the cunt juice that oozed through the woman's vagina. Cindy shrieked and twisted in pleasure.
"Man, your wife is fantastic," Erbach whispered. "What a body!"
"Ummmm," Malton replied. 'The two of them are really sexy, aren't they?"
"Yeah, it turns me on."
Malton's hand reached behind him and found the boy's cock. Erbach jerked but did not back away.
"I can see that you're turned on, all right," the coach murmured, "you're hard as a rock." His fingers squeezed the boy's prick. "You're quite a stud. You must have had a lot of fun with little Liesa!"
"I take it any way I can get it, man."
Malton turned and knelt before the boy, unzipping Walt's fly and freeing his bloated prick. He licked the tip of it, his lips closing about the denuded head and his tongue teasing the underside. Erbach swayed and nearly lost his balance.
"Oh, man," he moaned. 'That feels great."
Malton took a little more into his mouth, playing with the boy's prick as if it were an all-day sucker. Each time he reached the tip, he returned to take the cock slightly deeper into his mouth. His tongue circled it, caressing it with easy licks.
Looking through the curtain, Walt could see Malton's wife thrashing on the bed as the big-breasted blonde sucked her cunt. Jean's head was imprisoned between Cindy's legs, her tongue voraciously licking the hardened clitoris of her friend's pussy.
"Your wife is goin' wild," he gasped. "The blonde is eating it like she was dyin' of starvation. Man, I'm gonna fuck it into those cunts before I leave here. Ohhhhh, man, I'm gonna come. Suck it outa me. Suck it."
The boy's warm fluid jetted into the coach's mouth, and Malton gulped the thick streams, his lips tight around the prick. In the other room, Cindy tossed wildly as Jean took her over the edge. Her arms grasped at the air and pounded against the bed.
"Ahhhhhhh," she wailed, her orgasm tearing through her. "Ohh, noooooo. It's too much. Mmmmmmmm."
Malton stood up and looked into the room. "Let's pay them a little visit," he said. "The blonde is mine. You take my wife."
They strode into the room, and Cindy gasped. "Jack! What are you doing home?"
Her husband laughed and grabbed for her friend, who was scurrying off the bed. "Just a minute, honeychild! Don't run away. We're friends, not foe." He snatched her by the arm and yanked her next to his wife.
"Are you crazy, Jack?" Cindy shrieked. "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to get my hands on those tits," he grunted. "Just before, I was finding my wife in bed with a woman. Which is okay with me as long as she lets me in on the fun. Stop movin' about, baby. We're gonna have a good time together, just like you and Susie Homemaker had a good time."
Erbach sat next to Malton's wife, slipping an arm about her waist. She looked at him and at her husband and laughed. 'This has certainly turned into a party, hasn't it?
Who are you?"
"Walt Erbach," he said. "You can call me Walter."
She smiled, and he pulled her to him, crushing her lips against his mouth. Malton was still struggling with Jean and did a double-take when he saw his wife melt into the boy's arms. The blonde took advantage of his interest to squirm free.
"You bastard!" she spat. "I hate your guts. You smell like all men. You're putrid!" She grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room.
Jack looked despondently at the other couple. The boy was kissing his wife's tits; she opened her eyes, gazed at her husband.
"What's the matter, darling? Haven't you got a playmate?" Her fingers toyed with Erbach's hair, and she pressed him deep into her juicy breasts. 'Too bad. Your friend is very nice." She lay back on the bed, urging Erbach in a throaty whisper. 'That's it, that's nice," she murmured. "Oooooh, you make my nipples tingle when you do that. Go ahead, chew on 'em, eat 'em up."
Malton was flabbergasted. What had he been missing these past few years? He'd thought she didn't want him because she was frigid, afraid of him. What the hell is going on? I'll show her, he thought. Where's that fucking blonde? He jumped off the bed and bounded down the stairs. He intercepted Jean just as she was heading for the door, her clothes in place and desperate to get away from what she considered an intolerable situation.
"Tet me go!" she shouted as he pushed her against the wall. Her knee came up toward his groin, but he deflected the blow with his thigh.
"You fuckin' bitch! You're gonna give it to me and like it!"
He slapped her and threw her across the room. She fell over a chair and landed heavily on the floor, moaning and twisting. He rushed over and ripped at her blouse, the buttons popping off. He tore her skirt free and pulled her panties off. She began to fight him again, pummeling his head and shoulders with her fists.
"Ow! Cut it out, dammit!" He hit her with the flat of his fist, a glancing blow that stunned her. His cock strained against his pants as he uncovered the soft curves of her lush body. "You're a hell of a piece, baby," he gasped. "Why the hell are you a dyke?"
She groaned and rubbed her bruised cheek. "Don't hit me again. Please don't hit me."
Her plea inflamed his lust, and he fell upon her, burying his face in the lush fullness of her tits. His cock rubbed against her pussy mound, and she spread her legs in submission. He heard her breath come faster, and she began to twist beneath him. She's getting hot! he thought. The bitch likes it this way. He mouthed her tits brutally and she moaned. His hand groped for her cunt, crudely fingering the velvet surfaces of her labia.
"Ummmmm," she murmured. "Go ahead. Do whatever you want. Just don't hurt me again."
Upstairs, Cindy had knelt on the bed and positioned Walt behind her. His thick cock eased into her cunt.
"Feel my tits while you fuck me," she demanded. "And go faster. Screw me good, you fucking stud. Shove it into the coach's wife, hero. He can't give her what she needs, so she gets it from the boys."
She droned on and on while he slid his prick into her steaming pussy. The sound of her own voice seemed to feed her passion.
"Fuck me like a whore!" she shouted. "Make it good for me."
He fondled her breasts, and she whimpered.
"God, you're hot, baby," he grunted.
She was ripe and hungry, and he screwed her as if it was his last fuck. His come gushed into her, and she gritted her teeth, gasping for breath. Her pussy worked over his dick until he was dry. She fell forward, and he lay next to her, kissing the smooth skin of her back.
"You're gorgeous," he whispered, licking her spine. "What a fuckin' lay...."
"Oooooooh," she cooed. 'That gives me chills when you kiss me there. Do it again."
He obliged, then slipped his hand between her legs. She opened them, allowing him access to her slick pussy.
"You don't waste any time, do you?" she teased. "We just finished. Don't you want to take it easy for a while? I'm still wet with your come."
Malton staggered into the room, the big blonde in his arms. Her head was nestled dreamily against his chest.
"Delivery boy!" he shouted. "Where'll I put this?"
Cindy and Walt roared in glee as he rushed over and dumped the woman on the bed.
"What did you do to her?" his wife asked. "Fuck her with the divan? She looks dead."
"I fucked her with this, baby," he said, taking his cock in his hand. "Get off my wife, boy. You had your fun with her. Now let her husband get a little action."
Erbach rolled next to Jean. "You still with us, sugar?" he asked.
She opened her glazed eyes and smiled. "Mmmm, you're a big one, aren't you?" Her hand found his prick and played with it, pumping the skin over the hardening shaft.
"You're gonna have a handful of come in a minute," he warned. "But don't stop. It feels too good."
She slowed the masturbatory caress, tickling the underside of the dick as she licked his hairy chest. He groaned, relaxing and letting her have her way.
The other couple had slid to the floor, clinging to each other in a fierce embrace.
"Did you like having a little young cock?" Jack asked his wife.
"Mmmmmm, yes. You bring me such nice things. He's strong as a stallion." She nibbled at his lips as his hands roamed her body.
"It's been a long time since I've wanted to fuck you so bad," he murmured.
"I know," she said coyly. "But I may not give you any. How would you like that?" She kissed his neck, sinking her teeth into his flesh.
"Ouch! You whore! How long have you been carrying on behind my back?"
"Ever since you stopped coming to my bed at night. And what have you been doing lately?"
He grinned. "All right. So we've both been playing around. But I've no intention of stopping."
She ran her hands through his hair and kissed him hard, her tongue darting into his mouth and dueling with his. "Neither do I," she gasped. "I'm having too much fun."
"Oh, baby," he groaned. He sucked one of her tits between his teeth.
"Yesssssss," she hissed. "Screw me good, honey. I'll save the best for you. Like a good little wife."
Her legs opened, and he moved his cock into position, teasing the lips of her vagina with the tip of it.
"Marvelous," she moaned, "God, but I love cock. Put it in me, darling. Please...."
He felt her pussy with his hand and found that she was sopping wet. His prick plunged into her, and he thought he would come instantly.
"Jeezus, you're on fire," he gasped. "It's like shoving it into an oven."
She giggled and bucked against him, pulling at his cock with her cunt. A series of quick movements with her hips left him panting.
"Wow! Where the hell did you learn that?"
"Don't you like it?" she asked, raking her fingernails across his back. He shuddered, and her smooth hands caressed the red welts she had raised.
"You're fantastic," he grunted. "Fantastic."
His dick eased through her, and her pussy slid over it, sucking at it, revolving about it, and he thought he would cry with pleasure. Their slick bodies twisted and squirmed, and their bellies slapped together as he increased the power of his deep thrusts. She moaned softly each time his prick drove into her. Her back was arched, her legs spread wide to accept his pumping cock. His hands kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks, and he felt as if he could split her in half with his hungry prick, reveling in the dominance with which the sexual act endowed him. He slid his dick against her clitoris, and she whined as her climax approached.
"Ohhhhh, its coming," she groaned. "Harder, go faster. I'm gonna coooome. Ohhhhhh ... Ahhhhhh...." She thrashed beneath him convulsing as the sweet orgasm shook her body. She felt as if she were being engulfed in a warm sea of sex, wave after wave washing over her, and fell spinning through the luxurious sensation.
"You're wild, baby," Malton muttered. "You're so fuckin' wild."
He shot his sperm into her, the hot juice filling her cunt. They subsided together, their hips churning easily as they enjoyed the waning moments of satisfaction.
Jean had played with Erbach's cock until his need became unbearable. Now she crawled above him and impaled herself on him, embedding his dick in her steaming pussy.
"Oooooh, you're huge," she mewed. "It feels so big when I'm on top."
"Unnnnnnh," he moaned. "Hurry up, I can't stand it." His come spurted into her cunt. "Now, now. C'mon! Fuck me!"
She rode him lustily, whipping herself onto his prick as he came. He grimaced, and low, guttural sounds spilled from his lips. She twisted and turned on his dick, driving him mad. His cock wouldn't quit, and she drew every drop of semen that he could give her. Finally, he was satiated, and she clambered off him
"Well, how was it?" Malton asked.
"I'm feelin' no pain, coach. Everything is just warm and rosy."
"Well, you'll be hungry as a bear in an hour." Malton turned to his wife. "C'mon, hon. Let's take a shower. And then I want you to fix us a meal fit for a couple of kings."
"I gotta go home to Jerry," Jean said. She smiled at Walt. "I hope I'll see you again."
"Well both be seein' you, honey," Jack interjected. "We're gonna have more of these parties, aren't we, Cindy dear?" He nuzzled his wife's cheek.
"Yes, Jack dear," she giggled. "See you Friday, Jean."
"Bye-bye." The blonde waved to Erbach and left.
Jack stood, announced that he was about to take a shower, and headed for the bathroom. Cindy lay on the floor. Walt looked at her eyeing her soft curves. She smiled and crooked her finger at him. He walked over and she held out her hand.
"Help me up," she said. "I'm exhausted."
He pulled her to her feet, and she leaned against his chest. His arms slid about her waist, and his cock stirred. She pressed her belly against his rising organ.
"I thought you said you were exhausted," he whispered.
"Just a temporary feeling, lover. I'm fine now."
"What about Daddy?"
She glanced over his shoulder and noticed the steam seeping from the bathroom. "He's all wet," she cooed, snaking her arms around his neck. Her mouth opened wide, and her tongue sought his. They kissed hotly, Erbach's prick straining against her pussy mound.
"C'mon," she urged. "Let's have a quickie before he's finished."
The boy knelt and shoved his face at the woman's cunt, licking the surfaces with quick strokes of his tongue. She gasped and spread her legs.
"That's it, oooooh," she murmured. "Get me hot and wet. Hurrrry."
Her cunt oozed the juice of her excitement, and he pulled her toward the bed. They fell in a tangle of arms and legs, laughing softly. He moved his cock toward her mouth and inserted his head between her legs.
"Let's do it this way," he grunted.
She sucked his prick between her lips. Her thighs rubbed against his head as he tongued her pussy. Each moaned obscenely as they suckled, twisting in pleasure on the rumpled sheets. He licked her clitoris and nipped at the hardened bud with his teeth. The strong smell of her pussy filled his nostrils, and he pressed his face deeper into her tantalizing muff. She sucked his cock with quick jerks of her head, her tongue torturing his senses.
She bucked her hips against his face as she came, quaking and unable to minister to his throbbing penis. Her juice oozed from her, and he lapped at it, loving the pungent taste. His prick lolled in her mouth, and her tongue licked it mindlessly as her orgasm diminished. He pulled his face from her cunt, rubbing it against the sheets and gasping as her mouth closed about his cock. He kissed her thighs as she sucked him, his dick stiff in her mouth. Her lips raced over his shaft.
"Suck it hard, baby. Suck it!"
He climaxed, and she gulped his streaming come hungrily. When the last of it had trickled into her mouth, he slipped his prick from between her lips and sprawled on the bed.
"Haven't you two had enough rest?" Malton asked, emerging from the bath. He slapped Walt on the leg and tickled his wife's foot. "Let's go, troops. You can sleep it off tonight. Cindy! Get off your ass and get me some food before I starve." He entered the adjoining bedroom.
The woman rose and tousled the boy's hair. "Take your clothes and use the hall bath, lover." She sauntered toward the closet, her luscious buttocks undulating.
"I'm gonna pay a call on Mr. Cowley tonight," Malton called to Walt.
"Want me to come along?" Erbach asked.
"Nah. He's not the violent type."
"What are you gonna say to him?"
"I'll tell him everything you told me and threaten to expose him."
"You'll both get arrested for indecency."
Malton chuckled, sitting listlessly on the bed. The boy padded through the room nude, his clothes draped over his shoulder. Jack watched the boy's cock bounce as he walked and his own penis swelled. "C'mere, Walt."
Walt stepped before him, knowing what the coach was after. He felt his cock begin to stiffen.
"You're really built," the coach whispered. "Really beautiful." His hands slid behind the boy's legs and pulled him closer. Walt's cock was hard; the man's seductive manner excited him. He felt the mouth close over it. His prick ached, but he was ready to enjoy himself once again, shivering as Malton's hands caressed his buttocks. His finger's slipped into the coach's hair, and he closed his eyes. He could hear slurping, sucking sounds as his senses boiled, the insistent tongue making him weak with lust.
Cindy walked into the room and stared at the two males. "And I thought I was the only strange one in the family," she murmured.
She moved behind the boy and rubbed herself against him, her fingers teasing the dark hair of his chest. She kissed his neck and took an earlobe between her teeth, tugging on it. He felt himself approach his limit.
"Everybody loves your big prick," she whispered in his ear. "You're just a fucking stud, honey. But don't ever fight it. Just fuck your way through life."
She giggled and slipped her finger into his anus, wiggling it playfully. He yelped, liking the sensation. Kneeling, she pulled her husband's hands from Erbach's buttocks and parted the cheeks. He felt her tongue slither into him and gasped, his sperm spurting into Malton's mouth. He stood sandwiched between their voracious lips as the semen was sucked from his prick.
"Okay, lemme outa here before I have to be carried out," he joked. He picked up his clothes and hustled off to a stinging shower.
CHAPTER TEN
Hermann Cowley peered through the aperture of his apartment door. "Who is it?" he asked.
"Jack Malton. I'd like to speak with you for a few minutes."
Cowley sighed. "Well, all right." He opened the door and stepped aside.
Malton entered and smiled. "Hello, Hermann. How are you?"
The teacher shut the door and snapped the lock. "Come into the living room," he muttered, ignoring Malton's greeting.
You nutcake, the coach thought. He followed Cowley in and sat down.
"What's on your mind?" Cowley said, lighting his pipe. Huge clouds of smoke billowed up in front of his face.
"I came to ask you to reconsider your decision concerning Dick Victor."
Cowley snickered. "I hope you're not serious. I thought we went through all this before." He sucked his pipe contentedly. "No chance. My decision stands."
Malton leaned forward. "Are you familiar with a girl named Liesa Kellogg, Hermann?"
Cowley flushed. "Yes, I know her," he answered, frowning. "What's that got to do with anything?"
"Let's not be evasive, Hermann old man. I know that you've been playing naughty games with her for some time." He glared at the little man, whose pipe hung limply from his mouth.
"Wh-how do you know that? You're insane. I've never-"
"Listen, I'm not going to discuss it with you. I'm just telling you that you'd better give my boy a helping hand or you're going to find yourself in the spotlight. I'm sure you understand." He rose and pointed his finger at Cowley, who sat as if his body had been divested of bones. "I'm not making idle threats. You'd better cooperate."
"Get the hell out of here."
"I hope that doesn't mean you-"
"GET OUT!"
Malton strode to the door, unfastening the lock. "So long, Hermann," he grinned. 'Take care."
"You bastard!" The teacher snatched an ashtray from an end table and heaved it toward Malton's retreating figure. It shattered against the door and sprayed across the room.
"Oh my God," he moaned, cradling his head in his hands. "What the hell is happening to me?" He wiped a film of perspiration from his forehead and went into the kitchen, running cold water into the sink. He splashed the water on his face and dried himself with a towel, returning to the living room and sagging into a chair.
It was several minutes before he could think clearly. Liesa must have told him, he thought, clenching his fists. The little bitch must have opened her goddamn mouth! He saw his career floundering hopelessly if Malton divulged his information, to school authorities. Not only would he be fired and probably find it impossible to teach anywhere, but the police would surely press a morals charge. He could go to prison!
So he would have to compromise himself and pass Dick Victor in his course. And Malton would gloat over how he forced the little chemistry teacher to knuckle under. Dammit! I won't do it! he thought. But he knew that he had no choice. He pounded the arms of his chair with his fists and jumped up.
"You little slut!" he muttered, the image of Liesa flashing across his mind. "You fucked me up grand!...." He grabbed his car keys from the coffee table, then remembered that she had told him she would not be at home that night. The Golden Gate, he thought. She dances at the Golden Gate. He found the address in the telephone book and hurried to his car.
The Golden Gate discotheque, a small, squat building lit by garish neon lights, was situated near the main highway in a desolate area of Lowry. The automobile jounced as Cowley maneuvered into the crude parking lot, and the sound of rock music throbbed. He felt nervous, wondering if he should bother confronting her, but his anger surged and he strode up to the door and went in.
Multicolored lights played across the dark room and the music swept over him, loud and piercing. There were few tables; most of the customers stood at a long bar, gazing longingly at two girls dancing in paper cages. Cowley saw Liesa, dressed in a skimpy costume and gyrating wildly behind the artificial bars.
"Yeah! What'll it be?" The bartender stared at him.
"Uh, lemme have a Scotch. On the rocks."
He paid for the drink and wormed his way toward Liesa. His rage faded as he watched her dance. He felt his cock rise as her body jerked and twisted before him, her tits flopping maddeningly inside the flimsy covering. A meager G-string covered her pussy, and he stared at her belly and hips as they bucked. Her jet-black hair swirled about her face. The music ended, and she stepped out of the cage and disappeared behind a curtain. He noticed a door that seemed to lead to the dressing rooms, and he elbowed toward it.
"Where do you think you're goin', bub?" A burly arm was braced in the door. The broad-shouldered, crewcut man to which the limb was attached looked at him curiously.
"I want to see Liesa Kellogg," Hermann said weakly.
"Is that so?" The man smiled. "Well, you'll have to wait until she's off, uncle. That'll be in about three hours."
"Three hours! I can't wait that long. It's important."
"All right, what is it? I'll give her a message."
"No. I mean, it's personal."
"I see. In that case, you'll have to wait."
Hermann tried to duck under the arm, but it descended on his neck, knocking him to the floor. The bouncer helped him to his feet.
"Now why'd you have to try something like that?" he asked. "If you don't behave yourself, I'm gonna throw you out." He patted Cowley on the back. "Now why don't you go drink some booze and enjoy the girls?" He gave him a gentle push in the direction of the bar.
"Yes sir?" the bartender asked.
You bastard, Cowley thought. "Lemme have a Scotch."
The bartender hesitated. "Well, how do you want it?"
"In a box." The man next to him turned his head. "On the rocks, on the rocks...."
He sipped the drink, his hands shaking with frustration and fury.
"Excuse me," a soft voice purred. He looked at her, and she smiled coyly. Her body pressed against him in the crowded bar and he could smell her perfumed fragrance. "I'm trying to get a drink in this joint," she said, grimacing as someone leaned against her.
"What do you want?" he asked.
Her red hair fell to her bare shoulders, and his eyes followed the slash in the front of her dress as it dived toward her belly. Her tits peeked from behind the skimpy garment.
"Gin and tonic," she said, and he ordered for her.
"Thank you." Her eyes were bright, flashing at him.
The bartender handed him the drink, and he handed the bartender money.
"Where you sitting?" he asked. He'd decided to adopt a somewhat brazen posture.
"Over in the corner. In the booth."
He followed her through the crowd and placed their drinks on the table. She sat down and he reached for the chair opposite her, facing the wall.
"Why don't you sit over here?" she said, patting the space next to her on the upholstered seat. "You can see better."
He crawled behind the table and eased next to her. "Cheers," she said. "Yeah ... cheers."
Their glasses clinked, and he took a deep belt of his Scotch.
The dancers returned to their cages, but Liesa was absent. A tall blonde had taken her place. He searched the room, Liesa was nowhere to be seen. The music blared, slicing through the smoky air and reverberating off the walls. The room vibrated with the sound of it.
"What's your name?" the woman asked.
"Hermann."
The lights flashed widely across her face. "Mine's Carol. You come here often?"
"No. This is my first time."
Her thigh was warm against his. Her dress had slid up her legs, and he gazed at her smooth skin. His cock twitched. He wanted to run his hand beneath her skirt. The alcohol had relaxed him, and he felt playful.
She leaned toward him, placing her hand on his. "Nice and dark back here, isn't it?" she cooed.
"Mmmmmmmm." He slipped his hand between her legs and caressed the warm, soft flesh. Her breath felt hot against his cheek, and he shifted so that his left hand could work beneath her dress while his right went about her waist. Their drinks forgotten, he kissed her gently, her slick red lips parting for his tongue. She startled him with her passion, squhming against him and clamping her thighs about his hand. He pulled away, frightened that the bouncer or the bartender might notice them.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Don't you like me?" Her hand groped for his cock. "Oooooh, baby." She rubbed it gently.
"I was afraid someone might see us."
"So what if they do? It's okay."
She turned his face toward her and kissed him hotly, her tongue whipping between his lips and racing across the roof of his mouth.
"Ummmmm," he moaned, and felt for her tits. He slipped a hand inside the front of her dress and squeezed a firm breast. He pulled at her half bra, but she stopped kissing him and grabbed his hand.
"Did you drive here?" she asked. He nodded. "Let's go out to the car then."
They staggered across the room and went out the back door. He grabbed at her, and she shrieked gaily. "Where's your car?"
"Over this way," he mumbled, pulling her by the arm. He hadn't had a drink in months. 'Two Scotches and I'm ready to fall down," he said to her. "It's disgraceful. I'll be drummed out of the temperance society."
They bustled into the back seat of the automobile, and she sprawled on top of him, her body twisting against his cock. He threw his arms about her. His hands squeezed the softness of her muscular buttocks. They kissed, and her mouth sucked at his tongue.
"You're marvelous," he gasped. "So hot."
He started to unfasten her dress, yanking at the zipper.
"Just a minute, honey," she whispered, breathing in his ear. Her tongue licked at him. "Lemme have twenty bucks first, okay, sugar?" Her belly wormed against his prick, and she snuggled close.
"Twenty dollars!" he said. "Shit, what is this?"
"C'mon, baby. You'll love it. I just need a little money, that's all." Her hand slipped inside his shirt, and she caressed his thin chest.
"All I've got is fifteen," he gasped.
"Okay. Where is it?"
He struggled to extricate his wallet from his hip pocket, finally sliding three five-dollar bills onto his chest. She gingerly corralled them and shoved them into her purse.
"Now let's have some fun, lover," she whispered, sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders and unfastening her brassiere. Her tits sprung free, and he pawed them, twisting the nipple until she hissed with pain and pleasure. She unbuckled his pants and slipped them down his legs. His cock strained against his shorts, and she rolled the garment down his thighs.
"You just lay there," she said. "I'll do all the work."
She pulled her panties down and pushed her dress out of the way. Her skin gleamed in the moonlight. She bent and took his penis in her mouth, laving it with her tongue. He groaned and clenched his teeth, but she pulled off him.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"I just wanted to get it wet, honey. It goes in easier."
She straddled him and sank her cunt onto his dick. She leaned forward, and he played with her soft tits as her hips moved against him.
"Not so fast," he murmured. "I'll come."
"That's the idea, baby."
He felt his orgasm well, then spill into her. She rode him until he was empty and lay panting on the seat. She kissed him lightly on the lips, then slipped into her clothes.
"Thanks," she said, and crawled out of the car, slamming the door.
Inside the discotheque, Liesa had finished her second set and was rushing through the narrow corridor leading toward her dressing room. Henry, the old custodian, stepped from the maintenance room, and she slammed into him, sending them both to the floor. His eyes opened wide when he saw her slick body next to him. His black hand touched her skin, and she noticed his hungry interest. After dancing in front of a roomful of strange men, she felt sexy and bold. Once, when the men had whistled and yelled at her when she left the cage, she had gone back to her dressing room and masturbated, fantasizing how it would feel to take on each of those who had lusted for her hot young body.
"I'm sorry, Henry," she said. "I wasn't even looking where I was going."
He got to his feet and helped her up. She was taller than he, and he had a good view of her jutting tits, which nearly overflowed the thin bra.
"That's all right, miss. I wasn't lookin' either."
Henry's assistant turned the corner and looked at them.
"Hi Jim!" she called. Jim was Henry's nephew, a tall, strong boy about fifteen years old, she guessed. "Your uncle and I nearly wrecked ourselves tryin' to get down this hallway. Isn't that silly?"
Jim smiled and ran his eyes over her lush curves. Her pussy throbbed with excitement.
"Hey! I'm glad you're here," she said brightly. 'The curtain in my dressing room keeps falling down. I wish you'd take a look at it."
"Well, we gotta fix some lights out front," Jim said.
"Never mind that," Henry said softly. "We can do that any time. Let's go take a look at this young lady's curtain."
He followed her to her room, and she could almost feel his eyes roving over her pert rear as she sauntered through the corridor. Her cunt tingled. God, I need it, she thought.
She opened the door and walked pver to the object in question, reaching up and lifting the curtain rod off the hook.
"It seems to fall off very easily," she said, her voice husky with anticipation.
Henry stepped beside her and took hold of the rod, his hand clamping on top of hers. His body pressed against her, and she could hear him breathing heavily. She moved closer to him and felt his cock push against her thigh.
"Yeah, it seems to be loose," he said. His hand moved onto her buttocks and squeezed the resilient flesh. She looked at him, her eyes glowing with lust.
"It seems to be loose," he repeated hoarsely, pressing her against the wall, his prick hard against her belly. She reached for it.
"Oooooh, Henry," she moaned. He buried his face in the valley between her tits, sliding his tongue under the confining garment to lick the smooth surfaces. His arms slid behind her and pulled the bra loose. It fell to the floor.
She wrapped her arms about his neck and pulled his mouth onto one of her tits. He sucked it between his lips and toyed with her nipple, pulling her onto his prick. She rubbed her body against him, loving the feel of his swollen shaft. He pressed his rough face deep into her breasts, kissing them and licking their hardened buds. He tore the G-string off her and shoved his hand between her legs. She spread her thighs and he rubbed her slit. Her knees felt rubbery.
"Over on the couch," she gasped. She pulled away from him and sat down, watching him strip. His body was not as old as his face, and she stared in wonder at his massive prick.
"Henry, I thought you were an old man, but you look like a young boy."
Jim stepped into the doorway. He watched his uncle stand before the nude girl and command her to take his cock in her mouth. She grasped the man's penis and slipped the tip of it between her pink lips, sliding over it in an easy motion. He groaned and shoved it deep into her mouth. She kissed him avidly, and the boy felt his prick swell. He walked to the couch and stared at the soft, furry triangle formed by her thighs and belly. She looked up at him, her eyes wild with craving.
"Go ahead, Jim," the man urged. "Give 'er what she wants."
The boy hopped out of his pants. Liesa lay back on the couch, the man bending over her, his dick sliding between her O-shaped lips. She felt the boy pry her thighs apart. He clumsily jabbed his penis at her slit. She winced and reached for him, taking his throbbing dick in her hand and directing him into her. She was somewhat dry, and he rammed painfully hard, but his prick became lubricated as he worked it against her, and she moaned as he penetrated her fully.
Henry growled as she sucked his cock. She marveled at his control. Her teeth caressed his shaft, her tongue licking the tip. Then she sucked him as hard as she could, and he erupted. She shut her eyes tight as his cock spewed sperm. She toyed with his balls, teasing the hairy skin of his scrotum until his prick was flaccid in her mouth.
The boy had come almost immediately, and she had vaguely noticed his grunting efforts. Henry removed his penis from her mouth and looked at his nephew.
"I hope you enjoyed it, boy," he said. " 'Cause she couldn't have. You were in hardly long enough to get your feet wet."
Jim looked at him, smiling happily. "I don't give a shit," he said. "It was great."
She heard the drummer signal and got to her feet.
"I'm on again," she muttered, slipping into her costume. She kissed the old man and patted the boy on the head. "I loved it. See you."
She ran down the hallway and walked onto the narrow stage. The men hooted when they saw her. She was their favorite, and she recognized the same ones ogling her, week after week. Their wives were home reading in bed, while they stood drinking booze and staring at her tits as she churned her hips to the pounding music. She imagined they were all stiff as boards, their distended organs pressing against the bar. She gazed into their hungry eyes and licked her lips, teasing them They loved it.
The music cascaded over her, and she gave them their money's worth. The other girls invariably fixed their eyes on the clock hanging on the opposite wall and ignored the rabble at their feet. But Liesa stared at them, the sweaty, lusting men who pushed close to watch her dance. She would sometimes gaze at a particular one, pretending that she had singled him out as the most alluring. His eyes would slide from her face down over her body and back again. She wanted to make him come as he stood before her, and from the way some of the chosen disappeared into the men's room after the music had ended, she guessed she'd succeeded.
Hermann Cowley stumbled into the discotheque and watched Liesa dance. Her eyes swept the crowd, and her motions slowed when she noticed him. She was surprised to find retiring Hermann in such a den of iniquity. She finished the last set of the evening and hurried to get dressed.
She saw me, Cowley thought. But she was afraid. The bitch. He glanced at the clock Three A.M. Closing time. He moved toward the rear of the room and stepped out the back door. Shell probably come out this way when everybody else has left, he thought. The fucking bitch. They 're all bitches.
Liesa ran a comb through her hair, glanced in the mirror, and grabbed her purse. She walked through the darkened discotheque and headed for the rear exit. As she stepped outside, she saw him rush at her, and she screamed. He slammed into her, and they tumbled to the ground, her legs kicking and her arms thrashing. He slapped her and drove his knee into her side. She gasped and stiffened, the air rushing from her lungs.
"So you wanted to make a fool of me, eh?" he shouted, spittle dripping from his lips. "I'll show you, you lousy slut!"
He raised his fist to strike her and was yanked violently to his feet. The bouncer grabbed him by the lapels and threw him at the wall, Cowley's head cracking against the stone and his body crumpling in a heap.
"You all right, honey?" the man asked Liesa.
"Yeah," she moaned. "Just great. That creep-he's a lunatic."
"Come on inside," he said.
A policeman stepped into the doorway. "What's the trouble, Bernie?"
The bouncer nodded at Hermann. "He attacked the girl."
"That what happened, miss?"
"Yes. He was waiting for me when I came out."
The cop pulled Cowley to his feet and shook him. "Hey! Wake up!"
"Oh Mihh," Cowley moaned. "My head."
"That's the least of your troubles, fella. Let's go!"
They went into the discotheque, and the cop plopped Cowley into a chair.
"Let me see your identification," he ordered.
Hermann rummaged through his pockets and fished out his wallet. The cop snatched it from him and pulled out his driver's license.
"Be nice and stay put," he advised, and went out to the patrol car.
The teacher gazed across the room at Liesa, who was dabbing at her bruised face with a damp cloth.
"Why?" he asked. "Why'd you try to get me in trouble?"
"What the hell are you talkin' about?" The bouncer strode toward him. "You better keep cool, mister."
"Yes, all right," Hermann said quickly.
The policeman returned. "We're goin' to the station," he said to Cowley. "Get on your feet. You'll have to come along, too, Miss. And I'll need you, Bernie. You're the only witness."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The alarm clock rattled insidiously, and Erbach groped for it. Dammit, he thought, I mustve set it last night out of habit. He lay on his back, listening to an ash can rumble along the pavement and crash against a tree. His cock was hard, excited by his dreams, and he felt warm. The idea of being wide awake at 7 A.M. on Saturday disgusted him. He draped his legs over the edge of the bed, sat up and scratched his chest absently. He looked at the clock again, disbelieving what the hands told him, and flopped back onto the pillow.
His fingers gently massaged his prick, sliding the foreskin over the thick shaft. A faceless woman flowed across his mind, her tits jutting, her hips twisting seductively. Her pussy was a thatch of red hair, warm, wet, and inviting. Her thighs parted and he slipped his bloated organ into the oozing heat of her slit, pumping it into her with slow, tantalizing thrusts. She moaned and caressed his back with her fingernails, smiling coyly as he shuddered.
Easy, Walt baby, he thought. Save it. He slipped his prick back into his pajama bottoms and started toward the bathroom. As he turned the comer, his aunt stepped from her room, slowly closing the door so as not to waken Walt's mother. Aunt Rena often visited her lonely sister, whose husband had died when Walt was a small boy.
"Mornin'," he half-shouted, and she jumped.
"Good God, you nearly scared me to death," she whispered, her gaze sweeping over his thick, hairy chest and down across the bulge in his pajamas. "What're you doin' up this early? I thought young men slept late in the morning, recuperating." She couldn't take her eyes off the swell in his pajamas. In return, he eyed her soft curves, partially concealed by a filmy nightgown.
"Last night was slow," he said, feeling weak in the knees as he stepped close to her, his cock pressing against the smooth flesh of her belly. She was a big woman, tall with solid limbs. She smiled sultrily and pushed against his dick.
"Ummmmm," she teased. "I believe you're tellin' the truth. We'll have to do somethin' about that."
He grabbed her and kissed her hard. She opened her mouth and sucked his tongue, her pussy sliding against him. He backed her against the wall, and her body relaxed, yielding to the power of his passion. His hand slipped under the short gown and found her heavy tits, kneading them until she panted with desire. He felt her pussy. She was wet and ready, and he lifted her, struggling to slip his prick into her cunt.
"Your mother!" she gasped weakly. "She might hear...."
"Never mind," he growled. "C'mon. Get on me."
She abandoned caution and worked her slit above his cock, sliding onto it and moaning as it filled her hungry vagina. Her arms went about his neck, and her legs twined about his. He crushed her against the wall and pumped it into her, grunting with the exertion. She was steaming, her breath hot and harsh against his face.
"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Fuck me, baby. I've wanted you so. Fuck me good. Oh, oh, oh...."
He climaxed, and she collapsed against him. His sperm shot into her, and he thought they would both crash to the floor, but she stood on her toes and coaxed his come from him.
"Let's get out of the hallway," she rasped, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the bedroom occupied by her fifteen-year-old daughter. The girl lay in bed, her fingers toying with her clit. Her diaphanous nightgown had been pushed high about her neck. Erbach's cock stirred as he gazed at her smooth body. He was astounded at her development. It seemed like yesterday that she'd romped in the park like a boy, flat chested and skinny. Her tits were high and firm now and jiggled like Jell-O as she worked her finger into her cunt. She was oblivious to the pair watching her, her face turned toward the wall.
"Jeezus," he whispered. "She's a tough-looking chick!"
Rena peeked into the hallway. "We'll go to your room," she said, but he moved away from her toward her daughter. "Hey," she warned. "Don't you touch her."
He grinned at her over his shoulder. "It's all in the family, baby."
The girl issued a short cry. He sat next to her and smiled when he noticed that she did not remove her hand from her pussy.
"Hello, Joannie," he soothed. "Don't be startled. It's all right." He slipped his hand onto one of her tits and squeezed it gently. She looked at him, wide-eyed. His thumb caressed her nipple, and he bent to nuzzle his lips in the nape of her neck. Her breath came faster, and she whimpered as his hand pulled at her lush tit.
He felt Rena tugging at his pajama bottoms, and they slid down his legs. The girl snaked her arms around him and pulled his lips onto her mouth. She was satin soft and hot.
The woman crawled between his legs and took his dick between her lips as he kissed her daughter. The girl looked down at her mother and giggled, reaching out and slipping her hand into the woman's long, dark hair.
"You're a little sexpot, baby," Walt said to the girl. "Did you know that?"
"Yep," she answered pertly. "You like me?"
"You're sweet and luscious, honey. Fresh, sweet pussy."
His hand crept down her body and burrowed between her thighs. She opened her legs and lifted her ass off the bed.
"Oh, Walter," she cooed. "You're so nice...."
He mouthed one of her tits, and she heaved against him. Rena's tongue lazily licked his prick; his fingers played with Joannie's furry cunt. The girl had a short fuse and was writhing against him in moments, her teeth clenched and her hands clawing at him
"Let me have it," she pleaded. "Put it in me, please, please."
He slipped his dick out of Rena's mouth.
"Don't you fuck her," she warned him, her voice hard. "She's a virgin."
He laughed and looked at the girl. "Are you brand-new, baby?"
She glanced at her mother, then took his face between her hands. "Brand-new for you, Walter," she said and licked his lips.
He climbed between her thighs. Her mother sat on the floor, stupefied. "You little bitch," she muttered. "Who the hell-"
Her words were cut short by the girl's shriek as Walt plunged his cock into her.
"Uhhhhh, you're so big," she moaned. "Ohhhhhhh, it feels so fucking big."
Her hips bucked against him clumsily, and he grabbed her, slowing the luxurious movements.
"Nice and slow, baby," he whispered. "I want this one to last."
His prick eased through her, washed by the heat of her cunt. She mewed and purred, clutching his dick with the lips of her pussy and sucking him deep into her. He licked her nipples and devoured her lovely breasts. His mind felt as if it would explode.
"You're fantastic," he murmured. "Hot little piece. Fuck ya all day. Twist it on me. Ahhhhhh, that's it. Don't stop."
She twirled her pussy on his dick, grinning and gnashing her teeth as his cock teased her clitoris. She shuddered and squirmed beneath him as she came, gasping heavily. He shoved his prick deep into her and erupted, their bodies pounding together. They writhed on the bed as the sensation diminished, their mouths sliding against each other wetly.
"Well, did you have fun?" Rena asked, sitting in a wooden-backed chair opposite them.
"No, we had a terrible time," Walt replied. "It rained all day, and the marshmallows got soggy."
His words reminded him of the first time he had made it with his voluptuous aunt. He, his mother, Rena, her husband, Mark, and Joannie had picnicked in the foothills near the coast. Mark was a sexy bastard, Walt remembered, always fooling around with his wife in public and muttering suggestive remarks that were loud enough to be heard by his companions. The poor guy didn't realize that he was turning on every man within earshot to the hot charms of his wife. He divorced Rena when he found her on the floor of the living room in compromising circumstances with what he had considered to be one of his best friends.
But on this day, Mark was having a grand time. He slid his hand up his wife's thigh and growled menacingly, inferring that the animal instincts that thrived within his loins might at any moment cause him to rape the luscious wench who was his wife.
Rena tactfully attempted to curtail his lewd behavior and finally suggested that they take a stroll amid the foliage. Walt noticed that her husband's remarks never failed to excite her, try as she would to remain composed and aloof. They sauntered off, and Erbach saw the man caress his wife's shapely buttocks as they disappeared into the trees. He sat sipping soda for a few minutes, then yawned and stretched.
'I'm gonna go get a cup of that spring water near the lake," he informed the others.
"I'll go with you," Joannie said, hopping to her feet.
"Nah, that's all right. I feel like being alone."
"Anything wrong?" his mother asked.
"I feel fine," he replied. "I just want to enjoy the quiet."
He strode off in the opposite direction of the one Rena and Mark had taken, then circled back. After a distance, he heard a giggle, followed by a high-pitched squeal. He looked above a group of bushes into a small clearing and saw the couple sprawled on the grass.
"We've goota get back," the woman protested, fending off her husband's hands.
"The hell we do," Mark grunted.
Rena's halter had been lowered, and Mark's face was buried in the juicy flesh of her tits. He made loud sucking sounds as his tongue slipped over the smooth surfaces.
"Oooooooh, darling," she moaned. "You know how to get me hot. Kiss my nipples, you horny bastard. Kiss em!"
She pushed his face onto the pink buds and threw her head back as he did as commanded. His mouth opened wide, and Erbach could see the man's tongue licking the hardened nipple, caressing the tip of it until Rena panted with pleasure. His hands worked at her capris, sliding them off her hips and down her legs. Her black panties pinched the flesh of her ripe-looking thighs. She lay back, and Mark stood and yanked his bermuda shorts off, pulling the ban-Ion shirt over his head. She gazed at the protuberance in his undershorts.
"Mmmmmmm," she purred. "Is Daddy gonna give Mommy a nice present?"
"You bet, baby. And right where you need it."
She snickered, and he removed his shorts, his rigid rod springing out.
The smile vanished from her lips. "Hurry up," she said, her voice husky. "Get over here."
She slid her panties off and waited for him, but he seemed to be in no hurry. He gazed at the lush lines of her body, his eyes bright with hunger.
"You're one of the most exciting women I've ever seen," he said, fondling his penis. "Every man in the world should be able to screw a piece like you at least once in their life. Christ, you're absolutely maddening."
"Are you gonna stand there and lecture, or are you gonna come over here and fuck me? What the hell is this, anyway? Do we have to go through this shit every time?"
He seemed hurt, his hand slipping from his penis, which began to ebb.
"Why'd you have to say something like that?" he asked, the last words rising to a whine. He looked away from her.
"Oh, for cryin' out loud," she groaned, and stared past him. Erbach ducked, but it was too late. She had noticed him. He expected her to call out sharply, but when he peeked through the branches, her expression was one of amusement.
"Why don't you go back to the others?" she said to her husband, her tone softer. "Go ahead, we'll talk later. It's all right."
He dressed and moved to kiss her, but she waved him away. "Go on. Just leave me alone for a while. I feel tired."
"Okay," he said. "But don't stay too long." He trundled off into the woods.
Erbach rose carefully, afraid to move. He was fourteen years old, and sex was an exciting but as yet unchartered terrain for him. It seemed deathly quiet, the silence interrupted only by the quick chirps of the forest birds.
"Well, are you gonna stand there gawking at me until the sun sets?" she called out.
His blood pounded in his ears, and his muscles seemed paralyzed.
"Walter! I know you're there. Come from behind those bushes."
He pushed the branches aside, first slipping his dick back inside his pants, and stepped hesitantly into the clearing.
She smiled at him. "That's very good. Now you may take six giant steps over here beside me."
He grinned and walked toward her, plopping down in the tall grass. His prick swelled as his eyes roved over her body.
"How long were you watching us?" she asked. He flushed. "Not too long."
She laughed and stroked his cheek. "Long enough for that pecker of yours to get a few thrills, I'll bet."
"I'm sorry," he said. "But the way your husband touched you and all, it kinda turned me on. I wanted to see...." He stared at her full tits, the nipples large and enticing.
"What did you want to see?" She slid closer to him and ran her hand through his hair. Small beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and his cock was stiff, unbearably uncomfortable inside his tight dungarees.
"Did you want to see these?" she cooed, palming a milk-white orb. 'Tell me, Walter. Just tell me. I'll show you whatever you want to see."
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"I wanted to see your tits," he said, responding to her game. His mouth was dry, and his speech faltered.
"Do you like them? Do they excite you?" Her hand rubbed his lap, and she felt his stiffened cock. "Oooooh, Walter. I think you're very excited."
"Yes," he gulped. "You always make me like this. I watch you all the time."
"You do? Well, have you ever seen my pussy? Have you ever seen my little muff, Walter?"
"No." His eyes riveted on the curly black hair of her pubic mound.
"Have you ever seen a woman's cunt, Walter? Any woman's?"
"No," he answered. "Never."
"Ohhhhh, you beautiful thing, you." She took his face in her hands and kissed him, her tongue slithering between his teeth. He lunged forward, but she pushed him back. "Not too fast, darling. It's more fun."
She lay back and gazed at him. "If I show you my pussy, Walter, will you do what I tell you? Anything I tell you?"
"Yes," he gasped. "Yes, anything."
She parted her legs, her thighs yawning apart, and he stared down her legs at her wet, pink slit. She raised her back off the ground and undulated her hips, and he felt as if his head would fall off.
"Kiss it," she rasped. "Go on. Kiss it. But first take off your clothes."
He quickly undressed and eased between her legs.
"Go ahead, Walter. Kiss my lovely pussy. You'll love it. It's so warm and delicious."
His face pressed against her cunt, and his tongue flicked into her slit.
"Oh! Oh God!" she groaned.
His stomach jumped, and he wanted to pull away from her acrid-smelling flesh, but he burrowed deeper, and as he sucked her he began to enjoy her musky scent.
Her hand crept into her slit, and she rubbed her clitoris. "Right here," she gasped. "Use your tongue on my clit. And your teeth. Ummmhhh, eat me, darling. Eat your aunt's sweet pussy."
He found the hardened nub and laved it with his tongue. She shoved her cunt against his face and tore at the grass, shutting her eyes against the brilliant sun. Her flesh was afire, slick with perspiration. She had never experienced such intense sexual pleasure and she squirmed as the boy nipped and licked her clitoris like a master lover. Her orgasm jolted through her body, and she screamed soundlessly. His tongue continued its maddening caress until lay drained of passion.
"Come here," she said sweetly. "Come beside me."
He wiped his face on his forearm and lay next to her, his hand tentatively sliding across her belly and onto one of her smooth globes. She kissed his chest, pulling at the thick black hair with her teeth. She bit a nipple, and he yelped. She lay back and smiled at him.
"The girls are gonna go wild over that scrumptuous body of yours, lover. They probably do now, but you just don't know it yet. Ummmm, you're gonna make a lot of sweet young things crawl up the walls with that tongue of yours. Not that many men like to eat pussy, you know."
"They don't?" He couldn't understand why.
"Uh uh. They just like to fuck." She grinned. "Of course, there's nothin' wrong with fucking. Would you like to fuck me, Walter? Right now?"
He answered by clamping his mouth on her soft lips and clambering on top of her. She wrapped her arms about his neck, and they twisted in a deep French kiss. His cock was as stiff as a flagpole, and he jerked it against her. She guided him into position without breaking their embrace, spreading her legs so that her pussy gaped open. He jabbed at her, and it went in smoothly. His face fell onto her breasts, and he moaned loudly, exulting in his first lay. She whispered instructions to him, and he complied. He supported his weight on his forearms and fucked her with long, deliberate strokes. Her hips synchronized with his cadence.
"Oh, you're marvelous," she murmured. "I can't believe you have such control."
The words had no sooner left her mouth, then he plunged into her with powerful thrusts, and his come spurted from his penis in gushing streams. He ravished her plush body, biting her tits and slamming his cock into her cunt. She opened her legs as wide as she could and urged him to greater brutality, her lewd speech prodding him past sanity. Finally, spent and exhausted, he rolled on his back, pulling her atop him. His cock was still encased in her cunt, and he felt as if he were drifting through a sea of liquid warmth.
In subsequent rendevous, his aunt taught him every nuance of lovemaking. They spent hours together in parked cars, hotel rooms, and sundry places that allowed them a quick screw or an extended session of sex. Her husband was never able to satisfy her; Walt never understood exactly why, for she refused to talk about it. But she was always hot for her young lover.
One warm Saturday afternoon, Walt was helping Mark mow the lawn surrounding his uncle's expensive home. The grounds were vast compared with most of Lowry's small, half-acre lots, and the job was tedious and tiring.
"Say, Mark!" Walt shouted over the din of the power lawnmower. "Mark! I'm goin' inside for a drink of water. I'm dryin' up."
His body soaked with perspiration, he entered the house through the back door and ran the water in the kitchen sink until it was cold. He reached into the cabinet for a glass and felt a pair of arms slink about his waist. It was Rena. He turned and looked at her, and his cock nearly popped through his pants. Her body was packed into a skimpy bikini. She pressed her soft tits against his chest, her eyes sultry with lust.
"What are you doin' mowin' grass?" she asked teasingly. "That kind of work should be left to men like my husband." She snuggled close. "I've been watching you all afternoon. I thought you'd never come inside. C'mon, kiss me...."
She plastered her lips against his and rubbed her pussy over his cock. Her flesh seemed feverish. He guessed she'd been playing with herself, thinking of him and wanting him. He liked the idea. His hands slid inside her bikini brief, and he molded her muscular buttocks, pulling her tight against his prick. He thought of her husband, breaking his back in the broiling sun to manicure his precious lawn while his wife was inside the cool house throwing herself at some young cock.
He yanked the bikini bottom off her and pushed her toward the kitchen table. She reached behind her, and the halter fell from her globular tits as he lifted her onto the mahogany table. She lay back, and he fingered her slit. Sure enough, she was well oiled and ready to go. He dropped his pants and undershorts and aimed his prick in the general direction of her cunt. She squirmed toward him, lifting her back off the table. He found her opening with the tip of his cock and jammed it home.
"Ooooooooooh, beautiful!" she shouted. "You fucking stud! Screw it into me!"
Walt drove it deep inside her vagina and looked past her through the kitchen window. Mark was lifting grass clippings from the lawnmower catcher and dropping them into a bushel basket. The clippings swirled about his face, and he swiped at the air, spitting and sneezing. As Walt worked his distended prick into the man's wife, who was spread obscenely on the kitchen table, Mark grabbed the mower and resumed cutting the lawn in long, precise rows. Walt watched him, never looking at the woman beneath him, who revolved her steaming pussy about his prick and bucked her hips against him, sucking his penis with the lips of her pussy as if they were the lips of her mouth. He knew that she reserved such techniques for him and that her husband received only a token screw, wham bam, in and out, and only when she felt like it. Why the hell his uncle put up with her, Walt couldn't figure. He only knew that he loved fucking this horny, married bitch, especially when her old man was right outside the door.
He climaxed, his sperm scalding her pussy, and then relaxed against her until her coaxing cunt teased his cock into stiffness again. He moved it through her, plunging and withdrawing until she grunted with excitement.
"Yes, yes!" she moaned. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come! Fuck me harder, dammit! Fuck me!"
He rammed it into her until she shook with delight and refused to stop until she begged him. She lay limp on the table, and he pulled his prick out of her and shoved it toward her mouth as she sat up.
"Suck it," he ordered. "Hurry up."
She grasped him with both hands and tenderly kissed the tip of his penis. Her lips slid over him, and she took him deep in her mouth, her tongue caressing his cock with maddening strokes. She had slid to the floor, and he rested his palms on the table, shutting his eyes as she laved his swollen prick. He started to come, and he thought she would suck his dick from his body. She twisted and moaned at his feet until she had consumed every drop. He looked up and saw Mark approaching the house.
"That was gorgeous, baby," he said softly, sliding his hand through her hair. "And by the way, your husband's coming through the back door."
She shrieked and leaped to her feet, grabbing her bikini and bolting for the stairs. When Mark entered the kitchen, he found Walt sitting at the table, his head in his hands.
"What's the matter, Walt? You were gone so long...."
"Yeah, I'm sorry, Uncle Mark. I was feeling weak. I think I was too hot."
"Gee, that's too bad. Well, why don't you go lay down while I finish up? Go ahead, I don't mind. After all, you were doing me a favor coming over to help and you cut most of the front."
His uncle had gone back outside, and Walt had gone upstairs to his aunt's bedroom....
Poor old Uncle Mark, Erbach thought as he sat watching Rena. He ran his hand up her daughter's leg and leaned forward to kiss the young girl. She extended her tongue, and he did likewise. Just as they touched he heard the doorbell ring. He rose and went to the window. A police car was parked at the curb, and two patrolmen stood at the front door.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Hi, baby. How are ya tonight?" Dick grinned at the shapely girl who stood by his car in the drive-in stand, ready to take his order.
"I'm just fine, doll. Now what do you want to eat?"
Dick turned to Joel. "Very tough and hard," he said, gesticulating toward the girl. "Guys cruise in here all the' time and try to pick her up. Just because she's got a fabulous body and a beautiful face, they think they can make it with her." He looked at the girl, who was smiling. "Let's have a couple hamburgers and a couple Cokes and a few kisses, darlin'. We're not your ordinary, run-of-the-mill hard-ups, ya know. We got bigger cocks than most."
She giggled and glanced at Joel. "I could report you for using language like that to a young lady such as myself," she teased.
Dick caressed her bare arm. "What time do you finish up here, baby?"
She hesitated. "Midnight."
Dick checked his watch. "Good. Forget the food. Well be back in two hours. And listen, bring a friend. Okay?"
"All right. See you later." The girl hurried away, her brief uniform exposing the smooth curves of her body.
"Man, that was fast," Joel said.
"Fast and loose," Dick answered, slapping his friend's knee and starting the engine. "That's the only way to play it when you're after cunt."
"We got two hours," Joel said. "What're we gonna do?"
Dick contemplated the question, then swung the car down a side street, accelerating rapidly. "How much money you got on you?"
"About fifteen bucks. Why?"
"I know where we can find us some lovely pussy for about ten apiece. You willin'?"
"Sure. If I don't fuck soon, my prick is gonna ignite."
Dick laughed loudly, and the car whipped down the highway.
"It's in Willimston," he said. "Morley Street. They climb right in the goddamn car to get at your cock and your coins."
"Say, did you hear about Walt?" Joel asked.
"I heard he went on the road, that's all. Why? Where's he at?"
"Key Largo. He's workin' on a sport-fishing boat."
"On a what?"
"A fishing boat. You know, the kind the rich bastards climb onto and go out for sailfish to pin on their walls."
"Key Largo...." Dick mused. "I'll be damned. Isn't that the place they made a Bogart film?"
"Yeah. He said he met a few people who knew Bogart when he was down there. Real salty, weather-beaten types. He's havin' a ball. Says he's lookin' for a rich cunt to marry, and he'll show her pappy how to hook sailfish with his eyes closed."
"How'd you hear all this?"
"He wrote a letter to Jimmy."
"Well, I'm glad he's doin' okay. That was a bad scene when they threw him outa school."
"Yeah. By the way, you hear anything from State?"
"They'll take me as soon as I finish night school."
"Any money?"
"Half scholarship. They're not sure I can cut it in class. I'll have enough money, though. I saved a lot this year."
"That's great. You made a good move, leaving home."
"Couldn't stay any longer. I was goin' in circles when they blew the story about Cowley and Malton. And that dumb bitch Liesa. She got off the easiest, though. A reprimand and a few hours with a shrink. What a laugh."
"What happened to the other two?"
"I dunno. They set sail for other shores. Here we are, man. This place is crawling with cunt."
The car eased down the dark street. Suddenly, two women stepped from the shadows.
"Hiya, honey," one said sweetly. "Lookin' for a little fun?"
"How do they look?" Dick asked his friend.
"Good, man. Real good. C'mon girls, get in." Joel opened the door and got out of the car.
"Just a minute, lover," one of them said. She wore a red wig and long, false eyelashes. Her body was sleek and full, and Joel stared at the deep cleft in her sweater, the black skin of her tits smooth in the half-light.
"Five bucks," he said.
The other girl snorted, and they turned away. "Okay, ten," Joel added hurriedly. 'That's nice," said the first girl. She climbed into the back seat, and Joel followed her.
"What's your name?" he asked her.
She looked at him. "Does it matter? Why don'tcha call me Jane? That's a pretty name." She held out her hand, palm up.
"Oh," he said, and dug out his wallet. He dropped two fives onto the hand. She snapped them up and stuffed them into her purse. The car was moving, and Dick was murmuring with the other girl. They veered into a deserted lot and ground to a stop.
"Well, what are ya waitin' for, honey?" said the girl next to Joel.
The moonlight illuminated her face, and he saw that the girl was a woman. She pulled her sweater over her head, and her tits flopped free. She unfastened her skirt and it fell aside. She wore no panties, her black cunt glistening as he gazed at her lush body.
Grunting sounds came from the front seat. Dick and the other woman had disappeared from sight, except for her legs rising above the back of the seat. The auto rocked slightly, and Joel thought that if he didn't get his pants off he would come in them. He pulled his clothes off and lunged at the woman, his hand diving between her thighs and easing into her pussy. She was incredibly big. She gasped as his fingers searched her slit, pulling him between her legs. He was about to shove his prick into her welcoming cunt when he remembered.
"Whassamatter?" she asked as he groped on the floor for his pants.
"Forgot the fuckin' rubber." He pulled one out of his wallet and roiled it over his dick, grimacing as he caught a few pubic hairs beneath it. By the time he was ready, his penis was limp. He knew that all he had to do was stick his face in her luscious tits and he'd be open for business, but he had other ideas. He crawled over her and lowered his dick into her mouth.
"Get it up," he commanded, and she did her lips over him. Blood surged into his prick, and in moments he was hard as a brick. He pulled it from her and dropped his mouth to her breasts, chewing the thick nipples and rubbing his prick against her thigh. She moaned and opened her legs wide. Her enjoyment surprised him; the whores he had gone with previously had been corpse-like. His cock couldn't miss her slit, and he drove it in.
She bounced against him, and he took his pleasure quickly. He tried to kiss her on the mouth when he had finished, but she turned away.
"C'mon," he insisted. "What's the matter?"
"I don't kiss," she said flatly.
"Why not?"
She didn't answer, and he played with her soft tits instead, pinching a nipple between themb and forefinger. Her hands slid over his ass, and a finger slipped into his anus. She felt his prick swell against her leg.
"You wanna do it again, honey?" she cooed. "Just ten more...."
"I only got five."
She frowned, then smiled. "All right. Gimme it."
He handed her the bill and searched for a fresh contraceptive.
"Shit," he muttered. "Where the hell is it?"
He gave up and decided to ask Dick for one. He looked into the front seat and saw his friend's head clenched between the fleshy thighs of the whore. He could hear slurping sounds as Dick sucked the woman's cunt. Man, you're out of your head, Noel thought. He leaned over and opened the glove compartment, rummaging around until he found the object of his quest.
He sat back and encased his prick in the device. He hated the damn things. Fucking with a rubber is like washing your feet with your socks on, a friend had once told him, and he agreed. But under the circumstances....
"You all set now?" the woman grinned.
He growled and crawled on top of her. She seemed less enthusiastic this time around, and he rued telling her it had been his last five bucks. He looked at her dark, sinister features, garishly highlighted by the grotesque wig. Her pink lipstick had smeared, and her face looked lusty and lascivious. His cock jerked to life, and he clamped his mouth onto hers. She struggled, her teeth clenched tight, but her efforts only excited him more. Gasping he fucked his eager penis into her pussy and screwed her with slow, luxurious thrusts. She tried to speed it up, quickly sliding her cunt over his cock.
"Slow down," he muttered, squeezing her tits hard.
She grunted and cursed him. He returned the compliment and continued to work his dick into her. She lay lifeless, but he shoved his hands beneath her ass and fucked her to his liking. He licked her belly and nipped at the soft flesh, drawing tiny yelps from her. She began to move with him as his dick caressed her clitoris, and they churned together in the back seat as his come erupted.
When he was through, he eased the rubber off, his sperm spilling on the floor. He looked toward the front, but there was no sign of life.
"Dick!" he called.
"Ummpf," came a muffled voice.
"Get your face out of that pussy and let's go."
When there was no response, he investigated and found the pair locked in a clumsy, contorted 69. It looked like a circus act, and he chuckled as he watched their exertions. The woman drained his friend's cock, lapping his jetting come. Dick's head hung as if on a string, his mouth free of her pussy and opening and closing silently. He slid completely to the floor when she released him, resting as if in a coffin.
"C'mon, man," Noel implored. "Pull yourself together and let us exit this forsaken land."
His friend opened his eyes, then closed them, snoring loudly. When Joel protested vociferously, he struggled onto the seat and crawled into his clothes.
At Dick's former residence, his mother was also busy satisfying her sexual appetite, and the main course sat nude on the worn couch in the living room. Laura's young friend Janet crossed her smooth legs and watched the woman undress.
"Umrnmmm, Laura," she whispered. "Your body is fabulous." Her hand slipped to her pussy, and she fondled herself. "I hope I'm as good-looking when I'm your age."
"Thank you, dear," Laura smiled. "You're sweet to say it."
"No, I mean it. You don't think I'd be over here all the time sucking you off if you didn't turn me on, do you?"
The woman removed her brief panties. Only her black brassiere remained. She struck a sexy pose, placing her hands on her hips. "Come over here and take this thing off me, you little tease," she ordered.
The girl rose and sauntered toward the woman. She slid against Laura's voluptuous body, throwing her arms about the woman's waist and tilting her head. Laura glued her lips to the girl's mouth, and they kissed hotly. Janet's fingers deftly unhooked the bra. She stepped back, pulling it down the woman's arms.
"God, your tits are so big and juicy-looking," she hissed, holding Laura's breasts in her palms. She took one in her mouth and sucked the nipple. The woman wheezed and enveloped the girl in her arms.
"You're such a darling," Laura whispered. "So soft and lovely." Her hands clasped the girl's pert buttocks, then moved to her pussy, rubbing the hot, sensitive flesh. Janet gasped, and her lips raked over the woman's pendulous tits.
Roger hopped down the staircase, wearing only his undershorts. He strode behind the girl and yanked her away from his wife, sweeping her feathery body into his arms.
"Damn you!" Laura screeched, grabbing at him but he ducked away and stumbled upstairs with the girl.
"Oooooh, you're so much stronger than I thought," Janet mewed, and kissed him. She twisted against him, and he feared he would drop her, but they made it to the bed, falling in a heap on a soft quilt. She knelt on the bed and eased his shorts down his hips, exposing his thick cock. Her lips slid onto it, and he pressed her head against him. Her tongue swiftly brought his passion to a boil, and she drank his come as it spurted into her mouth. When he was satisfied, he crawled onto her body and returned the favor. His mouth lunged at her pussy, and she squealed, working her cunt over his face.
Laura entered the room and stared at the couple. "You little shit," she spat. "He's sucking you off on my bed, goddammit!"
The girl smiled and opened her arms. "Don't be mad, honey," she said, her voice sugary. "Come and kiss me."
The woman fell to her knees by the side of the bed and covered Janet's gaping mouth with hers. The girl climaxed and Roger lapped her juice avidly, hungry for the taste of it. Her sexuality fascinated him, and he couldn't get enough of her.
When Roger moved aside, his wife replaced him. The little sex machine is getting both barrels today, he thought. Shortly, Laura's face was between the girl's thighs. Janet smiled and beckoned him. He ignored her and stared at his wife, her lush body twisting as she sucked the girl's insatiable pussy. His prick snapped to attention and he moved behind the woman. She felt his penis groping for her cunt and reached beneath her to help him work it into the drooling slit. He completed the three-link chain, squeezing her breasts as his cock enjoyed her lovely pussy. Her efforts to suck the girl became intermittent as his driving prick prodded her toward release.
"Yes, yes," Laura groaned, her face jerking against Janet's cunt. "Almost, almost...."
Janet ground her pussy against Laura's face as her husband brought the woman to a climax, then emptied himself into her....
The car radio blared as the two boys sat waiting for the girl.
"What the hell is she doin'?" Joel asked, finishing a milkshake and flipping the container through the window.
Dick beeped the horn lightly, and the waitress and another girl exited the hamburger stand and strolled toward the car.
"Say, isn't that your sister?" Dick asked.
Joel peered through the windshield. "Yeah," he said softly. 'That waitress has got the intelligence of a turnip." He opened the door, and his sister greeted him. The two girls and Joel stood looking at each other.
"Well, let's pair off," Dick suggested. "I don't care how we do it as long as we get out of here."
Joel took the waitress's hand and led her into the back seat. Wilma slid next to Dick.
"Hiya, lover," she cooed. "How ya been?"
"Fine, baby," Dick answered, squeezing her thigh as he maneuvered out of the parking lot. "And how's that everlovin' snatch of yours?" He glanced in the rear-view mirror. "Say, Joel. You mind if I talk about your sister's snatch?"
"You attend to the snatch in the front seat, I'll do likewise back here," said Joel. The waitress giggled.
"What's your name?" Joel asked her, dropping his arm across her shoulder and pulling her toward him. "Miriam."
"Miriam?"
"They call me Daisy."
"Is that so? Well, Daisy, you may call me Abner. Pappy! Make haste to your li'l ol' shack. Unleash the horses!"
Dick tromped on the accelerator, and the car leaped down the highway. His hand moved higher on Wilma's leg as she kissed his cheek. Her tongue darted into his ear, and his cock twitched.
"Easy, baby," he warned, "or I'll wrap us around a tree."
He pulled into his designated parking space in the garden-apartment development he inhabited, and the two couples hurried to the elevator. As it rushed to the tenth floor, Dick pressed Wilma against the wall and wriggled his cock on her pussy mound. Joel pulled Daisy's blouse open and searched for her tits with his mouth. The door opened, and they stumbled up to Dick's apartment. He jammed the key against the lock, but it wouldn't go in.
"What the hell's the matter?" Dick cursed, holding the key up to the light and then trying his luck again.
The door opened, and a heavyset woman confronted them, her tits dangling beneath her nightgown.
"Oh, hello, Mrs. James," Dick said weakly.
Her massive breasts drew his eyes and she smiled at him, unlatching the chain lock and opening the door wider so that her enormous body was before him. He had seen her before with her husband and noticed that she always gave him a friendly smile. He had often watched her move down the hallway, her plush curves undulating inside her tight-fitting clothes.
"Good morning, Mr. Victor," she said, glancing at Wilma, whose waist was encircled by his arm. "It's a good thing my husband's away, or he'd have your head for scratching at my door at this hour."
Her gaze was steady on him, and he wanted to reach out and pull her oversized tits from beneath her gown.
"I seem to have lost my key," he said. "Mind if we come in while I call the super?"
She stepped back. "Make yourself at home."
Wilma frowned as Dick walked inside but followed him in with the other couple. He made the introductions, then followed the woman into the kitchen, ostensibly to help her mix drinks. As soon as they were out of sight, he moved behind her and grabbed her melon-like breasts. She sighed and threw her head back, and he kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth. His dick bumped against her soft ass. His hand moved to her pussy, burrowing past the silken material of the gown to finger her slit.
"You're sexy as hell, baby," he murmured in her ear. "You know that? You give me a hard-on every time you breeze down that hallway with your husband."
She laughed low and spread her legs. "I know," she said. "I was wondering when we'd get together."
He moaned and kissed her neck, biting the soft flesh as his hand kneaded her tits. She pulled away.
"C'mon," she said, squeezing his hand. "Let's make those drinks and get back inside. Your girlfriend will get suspicious."
"The hell with her. She's nothing to me." He slid his arms about her waist, and she welcomed his lips, nipping at his tongue as it slithered into her mouth. He caressed her buttocks and ground his cock against her belly.
"Oh, I want you so bad," she moaned.
He started to pull her to the floor, but she resisted.
"Not here," she said. 'Through this door. Into my husband's study."
They rushed into the room, and she slipped the nightgown off her shoulders. Her body was ripe and fleshy, and he scrambled out of his clothes. She lay down on a long leather couch that had no back; he clambered atop her. His fingers slipped into her cunt, and she was wet in moments. He jabbed it into her, and they twisted together, squirming as they fucked mindlessly.
Wilma pushed the door open and looked at them. Isn't that cute, she thought. I come home with him and he screws the whore next door. She turned away and went back to the living room. Daisy's short dress was about her hips, and Joel's cock oozed through her pussy. Wilma stared at them and watched the girl's legs scissor about her brother's waist, pulling his prick as far into her as it would go. She felt a stirring in her loins and sat down opposite them, slipping her panties down her hips. Her finger found her clitoris, and she rubbed it with quick thrusts, gazing wide-eyed as her brother erupted in her girlfriend's pussy.
He rolled onto his back. Wilma rose and stood over him. His eyes were glazed, but he saw her sleek legs rising above him and extended his arm, touching the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She knelt beside him, entrapping his hand between her thighs. His fingers wiggled against her slit.
He suddenly decided to fuck his sister. Enough had happened in the past months to make him totally irresponsible in his sexual habits, and he had wanted her for as long as he could remember wanting any woman.
She looked down at him, confused by his aggressiveness. She had heard he'd become one of the town's rogues, but she'd considered such talk exaggerated. But she had just seen him make her girlfriend in nothing flat, and she was convinced that he had changed considerably. His arm slid up her back and pulled her toward him. Their mouths met, and they kissed tenderly. His tongue flicked between her teeth. She twitched as if an electric shock had coursed through her.
"Mmmmmm, oh no," she moaned, but she opened her mouth wide and engaged him in a passionate French kiss. Her body slowly moved on top of his, and she writhed in pain. Their tongues dueled, all was forgotten save the lust that raged through them. His prick strained against her, and she sat up, her eyes wild and positioned herself above his cock.
"Wilma, what're ya doin'?" said Daisy, touching her friend on the shoulder.
Joel's sister muttered incoherently and slapped the hand away. Daisy sat back and watched with awe as Wilma eased her pussy onto her brother's penis. He yelped and clawed at the carpeted floor, twisting his head from side to side as she fucked him. They were both wildly excited, unable to control their overwhelming passion. Wilma shrieked inhumanly as she climaxed, her hips bouncing feverishly as she came. He joined her, bucking against his sister. He filled her cunt with his sperm. She collapsed upon him, kissing his neck and chest as the extraordinary pleasure subsided.
Now I've seen it all, Daisy thought, slipping into her uniform. Nothin's sacred. It's disgustin'. She grabbed her purse and left them lying together on the floor.
