To most citizens of this country, organized crime is little more than a myth. To those whose lives have never been touched by the grasping tentacles of this insidious power, its awesome affect is beyond comprehension. And admittedly, even in the face of Senate hearings, investigations and probes, national crime statistics and newspaper accounts, the tremendous control exercised by the underworld elite over the populace is beyond the scope of understanding of the ordinary individual.
In this book, Holly Evers takes us behind the scenes cloaked by normalcy, and gives us an insight into one small segment of life as it really is.
Though fictionally depicted, the theme of this mind-shattering tale is as true as the sunrise. Anyone who has found themselves a victim of the pernicious "society" (for the purposes of this rendition referred to as "organized crime"), would be only too willing to testify to the validity of the premises outlined herein.
Naturally, the characters outlined in Mrs. C's Little Models are merely representative, and are not intended to portray persons living or dead. But their plight, and their actions and reactions are true to life.
PAULA CROMWELL, the recently widowed wife of a photographer who finds herself in the clutches of a ruthless hoodlum. Blackmailed and terror-stricken, she is forced into actions that fill her with revulsion.
DULCIE CROMWELL, Paula's teenage daughter, wise for her age and anxious to aid her mother through the difficulties, unaware that her well-intentioned help will change her life forever.
RICHARD CROMWELL, Paula's brother-in-law, who tries to fight back, out of his devotion to Paula, becomes more and more deeply involved and frustrated at every turn.
JASON CROMWELL, Richard's son, who merely wanted a new experience, and finds himself developing traits that he was totally unaware that he had.
All of these people, bound by fear, are drawn together inextricably into the nefarious business of furnishing photos of well-developed nude children to the "organization." Unable to stop, forced onward by insidious threats, they all attempt to comply with the demanding requests of the hoodlums, while at the same time strengthening the bond between them.
With an unusual clarity and frankness of expression, Miss Evers takes the reader into the limelight of the problems facing the characters, their personal foibles and strengths laid bare, and gives us an exciting and real insight into what may be happening in your city, your neighborhood . . . TODAY!
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CHAPTER ONE
Paula Cromwell opened the third folder lying on the desk and looked dazedly at the glossy color photograph on top. It was one of the same innocent young boys as in the orders, naked, his stiff boy prick standing out from his almost hairless pelvis. He had skinned the foreskin back, and the shiny purple head gleamed.
His head was turned away, and one arm covered his face, while the other hand held his hard shaft. The sack hanging between his legs was apparent as he stood with feet apart on a small white pedestal, a dark red drape providing the backdrop.
Paula glanced across the large photography studio and saw the pedestal and drape that were pictured in the photograph. There couldn't be any doubt! The picture had been taken right there!
She continued through the rest, all of young boys in various positions; all naked, all showing their pricks to the best advantage. By comparison of the different physiques, she had determined that at least five boys were involved, perhaps six. They all appeared to be in their early teens, well formed, and decidedly athletic.
There were five folders in all, but the woman decided not to go any farther. Her crotch was already wet from looking at the naked little boy cocks, and she felt her vagina contracting in spasms as she closed the folder. If she were to look at many more, she knew she would have to do something about it.
God! she thought. Donald must have taken all of these! But why? He wasn't like that! He couldn't have wanted them for himself!
Sighing heavily, she put the folders together and got up to replace them in the locked filing cabinet where she had found them. As she was sliding them back into position, the last folder dropped and fell open.
The first picture to catch her eye was a young girl, kneeling in front of one of the naked boys, his firm young prick in her mouth!
"Oh!" she moaned aloud. "It can't be! It just can't be!"
But there it was. The nude girl looked to be about eleven, with long blonde hair covering her face. Her firm young breasts stuck out proudly, their nipples evidently tinted. The little boy's cock was a third of the way into her mouth, and his arms were crossed in front of his face. Why, Donald? Why?
Hurriedly she placed the pictures back into the folder, inserted them in the drawer, then slammed and locked it. She certainly didn't want anyone else to see them. Not anyone!
As she turned back into the room there was a heavy banging on the front door. Even though the 'closed' sign was out, someone wanted in very badly, and the banging continued as Paula tried to ignore it.
"Damn them!" she said aloud through gritted teeth. "Can't they read?"
After a few minutes it was evident that whoever it was didn't intend to go away, so Paula stepped through the heavy curtains that separated the studio from the front office, and went to the door. The blinds were closed so she couldn't see who it was until she opened the door and stared grimly at the unwelcome visitor.
"Can't you see we're closed?" she almost shouted. "There's been a death in the family. We're not open for business!"
The caller was a man in his late forties, dressed in an expensive gray silk suit, white shirt, and black silk tie. He was good looking, but the dark black eyes were steely. He gave Paula the impression of being either a rich cop or a rich thug, one or the other.
"I can see," the man said softly but forcefully. "I guess you're Mrs. Cromwell?"
"Yes. What is it? What do you want?"
"I have some urgent business with you. I'm sorry, but it couldn't wait. Can I come in?"
Paula was about to slam the door in his face, but decided what he had to say might be important, so she nodded and stepped back to allow him to enter. She closed the door, and turned to look at him.
"My name is Tony Mazonne. I suppose your husband has told you about me."
"No." Paula shook her head. "I don't think so. What type of business are you in?"
Mazonne smiled. "I buy pictures. Your husband and I had an agreement. Fifty pics a month. He never told you about it?"
Paula was puzzled. Donald had been a photographer, and had run the studio for several years. But they didn't sell the pictures they took. They did weddings, graduations and still portraits; not commercial photography for businesses.
"I'm afraid I don't understand, Mr. ah . . . ?"
"Mazonne." He moved to lean on the counter. "Before your husband kicked off, we had a pretty' good deal going. We were kind of hoping you would carry the ball from now on. You're gonna keep running the place, aren't you?"
Paula walked over to stand at the far end of the counter.
"I haven't made up my mind yet. The funeral was only yesterday, you know. I haven't had time to collect my thoughts."
"I think it would be a good idea, Mrs. Cromwell. Your old man made a bundle on our deal, and you could do the same thing. You sure you don't know nothing about it?"
"Honestly, I don't. I haven't worked here for three years. Donald handled everything. What kind of pictures did you ... ah, buy?"
Mazonne grinned. "Nude shots. Kids. You know, what the public wants these days. My, ah, company distributes 'em all over the world. They use 'em in books and things. Kind of illustrations. I know your old man kept copies of 'em around here someplace. That was part of the deal. In case we lost a bunch, or somethin'. You sure you haven't seen 'em?"
As the man talked, Paula felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. So that was what they were for! For an instant she was relieved that it wasn't that her husband had been ... ! It was because he sold them to this man. But why hadn't he told her?
"I... I think I know what you're talking about now, Mr. Mazonne. But I'm afraid I can't help you any more. I--I wouldn't be able to furnish you with those.... I just couldn't."
"Well, you better think again," Mazonne said harshly. "We had a deal. I got contracts to fill. You're not going to make me get mean about this, are you?" His eyes pierced Paula as he waited for an answer.
"You don't understand! I couldn't hire somebody to come in here and do that sort of thing! Nobody would even consider it! It's just impossible!"
"Why can't you do it? We don't give a damn if a dame takes 'em or not! All we want are the pics!"
"You mean .. . you mean you think I'd ... ? You must be out of your mind!"
"Look, lady. Stop bein' such a fuckin' prude! It means a lot of loot. A grand a month! How the hell do you think your old man did so good the last year? By takin' pictures of old bats and weddings? Wise up! You couldn't even eat off that shit! You need us, and we need you. Now, how about it?"
"No! Absolutely not! Besides, I'm not the only owner. My brother-in-law owns thirty percent of this business, and he has something to say about what we do. He wouldn't like this any more than I do."
"Better think it over, lady," Mazonne growled. "I bet the cops would like to see what your husband has been doing for the past year. One anonymous letter with some evidence would make it pretty tough on you!"
"You wouldn't!" Paula gasped.
"Try me! You think it over. I'll be back tomorrow. Just remember what I said. We need the pics. You furnish 'em, or I let the cops know what's been goin' on."
Mazonne went to the door, turned to wave, then left, the aroma of his strong after-shave still clinging to the air.
Paula quickly locked the door after him, then went back into the studio to sit at the small desk, shaking with both fear and anger. She almost hated her dead husband for putting her in a position like this. And he had lied to her. He had said all the extra money had come from promotions, and that the business was booming. What a laugh!
Now, if Mazonne did as he threatened, there would be no more business. They would be closed down. And it was all she had left. The house wasn't paid for, and the insurance had been just enough to cover the funeral. She had counted on the studio for everything. And now... !
She took the folders from the cabinet and returned to the desk to go through them again. Knowing what they were for, she could understand why Mazonne was so interested in her husband's work. The young boys were all well formed, and their pricks were large and handsome. They made even her groin tingle with excitement when she looked at them.
And the last folder with the girl. She was the same in each shot, the blonde. In every case, she had a boy's prong in her mouth, even though the positions varied. She had a slim, lush figure, her belly muscled, and her well-shaped ass was inviting. Her long legs were beautiful, and Paula found herself comparing the girl to her own daughter, about the same age.
As she went through the pictures, she looked momentarily at some, longer at others, and felt herself getting hot. Her panties were soaking wet, and her vagina was twitching as she poured over the better shots.
It was too much!
She stood up, took off her dress and panties, then sat down again with her finger in her cunt, gently massaging her wet snatch until she had an orgasm. But one wasn't enough, so she took one of the best pictures to the long couch used for group pictures, laid down with her legs spread, and stared at the picture as she jacked off again.
When she was through she went into the small bathroom to wash up, then dressed and put the folders away. It was getting late and quite dark when she took one final glance around and headed for the back door to go home.
Her hand was almost on the knob when there was a light tap at the door. It frightened her at first, then she realized it must be a late delivery of photographic supplies. They were the only people who used the back entrance. She opened the door wide, and was surprised to find a handsome teenage boy standing there.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Umm. I'm Billy Myers. Is Mr. Cromwell here?"
Paula shook her head sadly. "No, dear. I'm afraid not. He passed away. Did you want something?"
The boy was genuinely shocked at her statement. His eyes opened wide, and he appeared shaken.
"No," he whispered. "I--I didn't know. I'm sorry."
He turned to leave, but Paula reached out a hand to take his arm. "Wait! I'm his wife. Maybe I could help you."
"No. I don't think so. Thanks anyway." He pulled away and started down the alley. Paula left the door open and caught up with him.
"Please, Billy. Tell me what you wanted to see my husband about. Was it a picture?"
"Well, sort of. He . .. we had an appointment tonight. Like usual. I didn't know he .. . I'd better go.
"No, Billy. You come on in and tell me all about it. I'm a photographer too. We'll see if I can do what you want." She led him back through the door, then closed it. "Now, what kind of a picture did you have in mind?"
Billy was obviously embarrassed and didn't want to talk, but he felt trapped and had to say something.
"Well, Mr. Cromwell used to have me come here to take pictures of me. He paid me five dollars every time. I... well, I needed the loot. For school and stuff."
Instantly, Paula realized what it was all about. Billy was one of the models for Donald's pictures! He was one of the boys who posed nude!
"Ah, Billy? When you posed for Mr. Cromwell? Did you have any clothes on?"
"Huh-uh." The boy shook his head. "He just took a couple shots, and that was it." He paused. "I don't guess we'll be doing it any more, now."
Paula hesitated, then remembered what
Mazonne had said. He wanted more pictures. She really had no choice. If she wanted to live, she had to do it! And Billy might know the other kids that posed. She would have to get their names, and let them know business was going on as usual.
"Well, Billy, I think we can work something out," she said softly. "Did you want to pose tonight?"
"I was supposed to. That's why I'm here. But... I'd better go. Thanks anyway." He started toward the door.
"Just a minute, dear," Paula smiled, "we can go ahead and do it just the same. You go take your clothes off, and I'll get the camera ready. If you need the money, I'm sure my husband would want us to go right ahead as usual."
"Really?" Billy was pleased. "Gee, that's great! I'll go get ready."
Paula smiled to herself as Billy went into the bathroom. Perhaps this wasn't going to be as bad as she had thought! It might even be fun! She stepped to the camera on the tripod, took off the dust cover, and focused the lens on the white platform.
Billy came out of the bathroom hesitantly at first, then gained courage and strode naked to the pedestal. It was only a three-foot imitation marble circle about a foot off the floor, but when he climbed up on it, he seemed to Paula to grow seven feet tall.
She recognized his physique from the pictures, and could remember vaguely which poses he had been in before. He was a good-looking lad, slightly muscular, with tousled brown hair and deep brown eyes. She looked at his pecker, and saw he was still soft.
"Well," she said, "that's very nice, Billy. You have a lovely body." She paused. "But, before we take any pictures, I'm afraid you'll have to . . . ah, you'll have to do something with your, ah, thing."
He glanced down at his soft prong, then looked up at Paula, a puzzled look on his face. "Yeah, I know. But Mr. Cromwell always took care of that. I can't get hard just . .. well, just standing here."
Paula reached behind her to flick on the three spotlights used for portraits, then walked over to the boy. "What did he do, dear?"
"Well, he played with it. You know. He--he played with it." His face was getting red, and it occurred to Paula that he honestly thought that was part of the whole thing. That someone should get his little prick hard.
"I guess we'll just have to take care of it then, won't we?" Paula said almost in a whisper.
She reached out her hand to take his tender little dick in her fingers very lightly, then she began to stroke him. His cock felt almost frail in her hand at first, but as she teased it with the tips of her fingers, it rapidly began to rise, and she could feel the muscle hardening.
As it began to get stiff, Paula skinned back the foreskin and stared with fascination at the firm, moist, purple head underneath. Then using two fingers very gently, as she had with her husband, she pumped the foreskin back and forth over the head of Billy's pulsating prick.
"Ohhhhhhh!" he moaned. She glanced up, and saw that he had his eyes closed, enjoying everything she was doing.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ummmmmm! Ohhhhhh!"
Paula smiled openly, happy that she was giving him so much pleasure. It had been a long time since she had openly played with a prick, and it wasn't a strange one even then. She was getting as much fun out of this as the boy!
"It's nice and hard now, Billy," Paula laughed. "We don't want to do any more, and have it go down on us, do we?"
The boy opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Huh-uh."
"Fine." She went behind the camera, set it up, then looked over it at Billy.
"Now, take it in your hand and hold it, dear. We'll have one that way."
The boy did as he was told, and she clicked the shutter.
"Very good. Now, Billy, lean back and start playing with it. I want to get one with the skin back."
She got another shot, then stopped. This was only a repetition of what her husband had done! Mazonne probably wanted something different. Paula had an idea.
"Billy, I want you to jack off. Can you do that for me?"
"Gee, I don't know. Right here?"
"Yes. Just keep it up until you . . . until you're through. Okay?"
"I... okay. Now?"
"Yes. Go ahead, dear. It's all right."
He looked at her strangely for a moment, then his hand began the pumping motions on his prong, skinning the head back and forth, staring down as he worked on it. It was only a matter of seconds before he was breathing in gasps and his legs were jerking and twitching.
"Now look up and away!" Paula shouted, as excited as the boy. She put her hand on the shutter lever, trembling, and just as Billy's cream began spurting out the end of his slim young dick, she clicked it, catching his jetting juice on the film.
"Unghhhhhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Billy's fluid was still squirting as his hand pumped frantically on his rod. "Unghhhh! Arrgghhhhh!" Then it was over.
"Fine, Billy!" Paula exclaimed. "That was fine!"
She grabbed a handful of kleenex from a box on the desk and went to wipe off the boy's throbbing dick. Then she sopped his fluid from the floor and tossed the damp tissues away. Billy stood still, relaxed and content from his masturbation.
"Can I go now?" he asked. "Are we all through?"
"With the pictures we are," Paula said.
She stared at the boy's softening prick, and wished she had thought to do more with him. She wanted desperately to slip her lips over his tool and suck him off, but she was afraid to. She was getting in enough trouble already.
"You're going to come back, aren't you?" she asked, reaching out to fondle his wilted prong and his balls.
"Uh-huh. I used to come here once a week. Is that all right?"
"We might even make it more often, Billy." She wanted to kiss- his pecker, but held herself back. "You'd better go get dressed now." She turned away quickly, frustrated.
When Billy came back, he walked over to the desk where she was sitting and stood waiting patiently. Paula glanced up at him, then remembering, she opened her purse and handed him a five-dollar bill.
"Billy, would you tell me the names of the other kids who used to come here? Like you did tonight? I'm afraid my husband misplaced the list," she lied.
"Sure!" The lad started spilling out names and addresses of five other boys and one girl, and their homes were all near the studio. Paula wrote them down.
"Do you all go to the same school?" she asked. "Yeah. The junior high."
"Mr. Cromwell told you not to discuss this with anyone, didn't he?"
"Oh, yeah! Hell, we aren't about to say anything. We'd get in trouble. But we all like the extra loot. And it ain't so bad, what we're doing. Do you think?"
"No," Paula smiled. "Not at all. Why don't you stop by tomorrow afternoon, Billy. I'll tell you then when we can take some more pictures."
"Fine with me. Well, so long. See you tomorrow." He went out the back door, carefully clutching the five-dollar bill.
Paula turned off all the lights and went out across the alley to get her car. A small parking lot between two buildings was convenient to the studio, and she could come and go without passing through the front. She climbed in, hit the starter and drove off, her mind filled with the evening's happenings.
I don't know how Donald got himself into this, or why, but I'm stuck with it, she thought. I can't get over the strange urge I had with Billy. And with those pictures. God, I'm almost thirty-six years old! I shouldn't be getting all hot and bothered over those kids! But the sensation was pulsing in her groin, and it was still there when she pulled into the driveway of her house.
"Hi!" she called when she entered. "Anybody home?"
"Mom!" A beautiful girl came running into the hallway, her long, black wavy hair flying. There was never any doubt as to whose daughter she was. She was the image of her mother, even to the deep blue eyes. Paula had kept both her figure and her complexion, and in a few years, when the girl's height matched hers, they could be taken for twins.
"Hi, Dulcie! Sorry I'm late. I got tied up at the studio. A late customer came in. Have you had dinner?"
Dulcie stared at her mother's flushed face and sparkling eyes, and wondered if she had stopped off for a few drinks on the way home.
"No, I didn't. I thought I'd wait for you." She took her mother's arm and led her into the kitchen, where a table was all set for dinner.
"How'd it go? Have you decided to run the studio yourself?" They sat down at the table.
"Yes," Paula said and sighed. "I really don't have any choice. We have to eat, don't we? Besides, it's the only thing I know. Thank God I learned all about the business years ago. I'm not as good as your father was, but I'll get by."
"Sure you will, Mom," Dulcie patted her mother's hand.
Dulcie prattled on about school while they ate, but Paula was only half listening. Her mind was on the conversation with Mazonne and what had happened with Billy. She wasn't sure she could pull it off, but she was determined to give it a try.
In bed that night, she dreamt about the young boy and the pictures, and the dreams woke her up. Before she could go back to sleep, she buried her hand in her pussy and jacked off.
CHAPTER TWO
It was exactly nine o'clock when Paula unlocked the front door of the studio and opened the blinds. She was understandably nervous, both from being back to operate the shop for the first time in three years and Mazonne's promised visit.
She had already tidied up the front office, and now went back into the studio to straighten things up there. Thankfully Donald had been meticulous and there wasn't much to do. Even the small developing room was neat as a pin.
There wouldn't be time to develop Billy's pictures before Mazonne arrived, so she stuck them away in the developing room, grateful that she hadn't hired an assistant as yet. She certainly didn't want anyone else to see those photographs.
Just before noon, while Paula was with a customer who was picking up her daughter's wedding pictures, Mazonne sauntered in. He waited patiently by the counter until the woman left, using a small pen knife to clean his fingernails.
"Well?" he smiled when the woman had gone. "How about it? We gonna do business together?"
"I suppose so," Paula sighed. "I really don't have much of a choice, do I?"
"Nope." Mazonne shook his head. "Okay. When can I get the first batch? This little delay is costin' me money. I need some fresh stuff right away."
"I--I took some last night. I should have more by the end of the week."
Mazonne grinned. "No shit? Well! Glad to hear it. Ten to twelve a week should do it. I want some more with the girl in 'em. They go like hot cakes. How about gettin' some other little piece to do it, too? The more variety the better."
"I--I don't know. I haven't talked to the girl yet, so I don't know what she'll do. She may not want a woman watching when she. .." The word wouldn't come out.
"Sucks a kid off? Hell, speak it out plain! No point in beatin' around the bush. Anyway, I want some more like that. You ask around, and see if you can get another little cunt to do it, too. I need variety."
"I'll do my best, Mr. Mazonne," Paula sighed. She felt dirty just talking to the man, and wished he would leave.
"That's good! Real good!" He leaned on the counter and leered at her. "What are you goin' to do for a fuck now? You look like you'd be a pretty good lay!"
"Stop that!" Paula shouted. "I may have to take your damn pictures, but I don't have to put up with your filthy mouth!"
"Okay, okay," Mazonne said, backing away with his hands in the air. "No offense meant. Just keep the pics comin', and we'll get along fine." He went to the door. "I'll be back in a week. Be sure you have something good for me."
Paula was shaking with anger when the man left. She'd rather have ... she'd rather have Billy than that dirty bastard! It wasn't until late in the afternoon that she had calmed down and almost forgotten the incident. When Billy came by after school, she was her usual cool self.
"Hi!" the boy grinned as he came through the door.
"Hello, Billy. How did school go?"
"Fine. When do you want me to come back? I can do it most any evening. And .. . and I sure could use the money."
"How about tomorrow night?" Paula asked, thinking quickly that she had to have at least eight more pictures before the week was out.
"Sure! Seven o'clock? That's when I used to come."
"All right. Seven it is. See you then."
Just before five, as Paula was getting ready to close up and go home, the phone rang.
"Hello? This is Tim Agee. I talked to Billy Myers at school today, and he said you might want to talk to me."
Paula thought for a second, then remembered he was one of the boys Billy had told her about last night.
"Oh! Oh, yes, Tim. I certainly would like to see you. I was just closing up, but if you could come by tomorrow, we could talk."
"I can't tomorrow. We've got a track meet after school, then I got a date. I could come over right now, though. I could be there in ten minutes."
Paula hesitated. Dulcie would get suspicious if she were to start getting home late every night. But it couldn't be helped. She had to have the pictures.
"All right. I'll wait for you. But please hurry, Tim."
"I will. 'Bye."
After she had locked the door and closed the blinds, Paula went into the studio and waited, nervous and excited. The thought of seeing another young boy naked was having an effect on her, and she enjoyed it.
Her crotch was getting damp as she aligned the camera and adjusted the spotlights on the white pedestal. I've got to stop this! she told herself. Taking pictures of them is one thing, but I can't let it go any farther than that!
There was a soft rap at the back door, and when she opened it, Paula sucked in her breath. The boy was strikingly handsome; tall with wavy blond hair. He had deep blue eyes and a finely-chiseled face that would do justice to a movie screen.
"Tim?" she asked hesitantly.
"Uh-huh. I came as fast as I could." He stepped inside and closed the door. "Billy said you 're going to take the .. . the pictures now. Same deal as before?"
"Yes." Paula tried to act nonchalant, but it was difficult. She could hardly wait until the boy had his clothes off.
"Is Joy gonna be here?" Tim asked hopefully.
"Ahhh, no, Tim. Not tonight. I haven't even talked to her yet. Which reminds me, if you happen to see her at school, would you ask her to drop by?"
"Sure!" He started toward the bathroom. "I'll go take off my clothes."
Paula watched him go, shaking her head. He's not the least bit bothered about this, she thought. Neither was Billy. I wonder what this generation is coming to?
When Tim reappeared he was stark naked, and his shaft was at full erection. Paula gasped when she saw how large his tool was. Bigger even than her husband's had been! He stepped to the pedestal and silently mounted it, his prong gleaming in the glare of the spotlights.
"Well! I see you don't need any help, do you?" Paula smiled.
Tim glanced down at his stiff prick, then grinned at her.
"Nope! It's that way most of the time."
Paula stepped behind the camera. "Doesn't it bother you to take off your clothes in front of a strange woman?"
"Huh-uh! It used to, but since I started coming here, I got over it. Especially when Joy was here."
She slipped a plate into the camera and adjusted the lens, feeling her legs tremble as she looked at his magnificent cock.
"Have you ever .. . diddled her?"
"Naw! She won't fuck! But she sure likes to suck guys off. She's good, too!" He reached down and took his enlarged rod in his hand, pulling the foreskin back and caressing it gently. "She's sure worked this over a few times. Boy!"
"All right!" Paula said sharply. "Let's get this over with. Turn your head to the side. That's it.
Okay!" Click.
"Turn to the other side, now. Hold it straight out. All right!" Click.
"Now, hold your ... balls with your other hand, and turn your face away. We don't want anybody to recognize you, do we? That's it. Hold it!" Click.
Paula was shaking violently now, her legs quaking and her cunt contracting in spasms. The palms of her hands were so wet that she almost dropped the last plate as she took it from the camera.
"I think we'll rest a bit, Tim," she said. "I'm going to have a cigarette. Want one?"
"No! Can't! I'm on the track team. So no smoking."
After lighting a cigarette with trembling fingers, Paula leaned against the desk and stared lustfully at the nude young adonis on the platform. Her belly quivered as she gazed at his giant prick with the hairy sack hanging beneath it.
"Tim, how many girls have you fucked?" She was surprised at her own question. She'd never talked like that before!
"Oh, not too many. Just some of the chicks at school."
"Did ... did you like it?" she stammered. "Sure! It's cool!" He grinned, obviously remembering some of his affairs.
"You know," Paula went on softly, "young girls really don't know how to do it properly. They haven't had the experience. I'll bet you've never had a really good screw, have you?"
"Oh, they weren't too bad. Worst thing was, they're always scared. You know. Afraid they'll get caught."
Paula was so excited she could hardly contain herself. She wanted this boy so badly it hurt! Her fluid was running out of her cunt, soaking her panties through and dribbling down her thighs.
"Would you like to try a real woman, Tim?"
He looked at her curiously. "Who?"
"Me! I'd show you how it's supposed to be done. Want to?"
The boy hadn't expected this, and he was dumbfounded for a moment. "Well, I guess so. Here?"
"Why not?" Paula quickly pulled her dress off over her head, then stripped off her panties and bra.
When she was completely naked, she posed in front of the boy, cupping her tits in her hands and writhing her hips in a circle, teasing and tantalizing him.
"How's that for a body, Tim? Not too bad, is it?"
Tim's prick was throbbing and his tongue darted in and out of his lips. "Geez!" he gasped. "Geez!"
Paula moved to the long couch and sat down. She spread her legs and rubbed her cunt enticingly.
"Come over here, Tim," she cooed. "Stand in front of me."
The boy did as he was told, moving up between her outstretched legs until the gleaming head of his pecker almost touched her face. She reached out to take his pulsating prick in one hand and his balls in the other. After fondling him for a moment, she leaned forward and slid her open mouth down his shaft.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Tim moaned. "Ummmmmmm! Ohhhhhhh!"
His legs trembled as Paula began sucking his rod, using her tongue to tease and tickle the shaft. God, what a cock! she thought. What a wonderful prick!
She used her lips to pull his foreskin back over the head, then with her lips and tongue she worked it back and forth on his dick.
"Ummmmmm!" Paula moaned, her mouth full of his sweet, tender rod. "Ummmmmmm! Ummmmmmmmmm!"
Tim was hunching his ass into her face, pumping his shaft in and out of her mouth as she did terrific things to his pecker. She was even better than Joy!
She really knew how to blow a guy!
"Ungh! Ungh! Ohhhhh, Jesus! Aarrgghhhhh! Oh! Oh!"
He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and forced her mouth farther down on his prong until he could feel the tip hitting against the back of her throat. She didn't try to pull away. Instead, she sucked and slurped all the harder, trying to draw the juice from his balls.
"Ummmmmm!" she moaned, louder and longer. "Ummmmmmm!"
Paula felt his hot young sperm gushing into her mouth in giant waves, flowing over her tongue and down her throat. She sucked and swallowed until his jetting fluid stopped, then she licked his dick off and smiled up at him.
"How was that, Tim? Pretty good?"
"Geez, yes!" he wheezed. "Oh, wow! It was cool!"
"I'm glad you liked it." She leaned back and laid down on the couch, throwing her legs wide apart. "Now, give me some! Stick it in, Tim! I want you to fuck me!"
The boy looked down at her large, heavy tits, bigger than any he had seen before, their dark nipples pointing straight at the ceiling. Then he glanced at her wet gash, the moist lips parted and the pink folds glistening in the light. Kneeling quickly between her thighs, he used his ass to guide his prick into her waiting hole, the hot, slick tissues enveloping his youthful prong as her mouth had done.
"Aaaaaarrrrrghhhhh," he moaned as he rammed it in.
"God! Oh, God!" Paula shouted. "Ohhhhhhh! What a huge prick! Ohhhhh, shove it all the way in, darling! Ummmmmm!"
Paula wrapped her legs around the boy, high on his waist to give him better access to her cunt. Throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled him down on top of her, crushing her tits against his chest.
"Fuck me, Tim! Jam it in! Unnnnnggghhhhh! Pump it! Fuck me, honey! Ohhhhhh, lord! Ummmmmmm! Fuck me! Jesus! Ohhhhhhhh!"
Tim was hunching madly, cramming his dick into her belly until he felt her womb with the tip of his pecker, then drawing it out only to jam it in again. She was squeezing her cunt so tightly it felt just like one of the young girls he had screwed. But the way she swivelled her ass and pumped up into him was so much better!
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! God, I'm goin' to shoot! Ungh! Oh! I can't hold it! Ohhhhhhhhh! Ungh!
They writhed and twisted on the large couch, jerking and shaking as they had their orgasms, then they lay still, breathing heavily. Slowly, Paula dropped her legs and arms, letting them fall loose. Tim stood up and heaved a sigh.
"I--I guess I'd better be going now. Do you want your clothes?"
"No," Paula whispered. "I'm just going to lay here for a while. You go ahead."
Tim was gone less than five minutes. When he returned, he stopped next to the couch and smiled at the naked woman laying there, his still-hot cream running from her dilated cunt onto the couch cover. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing steadily, her large tits moving up and down rhythmically.
"I'll stop by for the money tomorrow, Mrs. Cromwell. I... it was really cool. I liked it."
Paula opened her eyes sleepily. "All right, Tim. Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow, then. 'Night."
" 'Bye." He stepped to the door, glanced back briefly, then left.
The beautiful woman on the couch stretched languidly, then relaxed her entire body. She was more content at that moment than she had been for a long time. A good fuck had always made her feel that way, but screwing Donald had almost become a drag in the last few years.
She knew she would have to control this urge somehow. It was bad enough taking those pictures! She couldn't be fucking all the little boys too! But it was going to be difficult. Those beautiful little pricks made her cunt tingle, and without a regular man to fuck her, she was going to be horny.
She closed her eyes, thinking about Tim and his magnificent boy prong and how he had shoved it into her belly until it almost hurt. God, that felt good! she thought. It's going to be a bitch not to want him whenever he's here.
"MOM!"
Paula bolted upright, startled. Dulcie was standing in the doorway to the front office, holding the heavy drapes apart, a look of astonishment on her face.
"Mom! What's going on here?"
Paula stood up quickly, grabbed her clothes that were lying on the floor near the desk, then hurried into the bathroom.
"Nothing," she called over her shoulder. "Nothing at all."
When she came out, Dulcie was standing by the couch, staring at the sticky white cum that had puddled there. She looked up at her mother, frowning.
"What were you doing?"
"I said! Nothing! Let's go on home." She picked up her purse, flicked off the spotlights, then headed for the back door.
"Don't tell me nothing, Mom! I'm not blind! What were you doing laying here naked?" She pointed to the spot on the couch. "And what's that?"
"Never mind," Paula barked sharply. "It's none of your business. Come on. Let's get out of here!" She opened the door and stepped out into the alley, grateful for the cool air to clear her head. Damn! Why the hell did she have to come here tonight? Of all nights!
Dulcie came out, shut the door, then checked it to make sure it was locked. She threw her mother a nervous glance, then followed her to their car.
Paula had decided not to say anything. Not to give any explanation of what her daughter had seen. It was safer that way. If she tried to make up a story, it wouldn't work out the right way anyhow. So she drove home in silence, aware of the stare she was getting from Dulcie.
The girl was surprised and shocked. Not about what she had seen, but that her mother had evidently screwed somebody right there in the studio! There were better places! She had thought about it since her father died, and wondered what her mother was going to do. She didn't expect her to go without sex, but in the studio?
She looked at her mother with wonder.
She had seen her parents have sex. They didn't know it, but she had. Several times. Once they fucked on the living room floor when they thought she was asleep, and she had sneaked out to watch them.
Another time, they had gone out to the backyard pool for a midnight swim, naked. Her dad had laid down on a chaise lounge and her mother had climbed on top of him, backward. They had licked and sucked each other in the moonlight for a while, then they fucked.
Dulcie was smart enough to realize all this was normal, and she got a big kick out of seeing them. But she never thought her mother would fuck anybody else at the shop! That was almost weird!
They had a quiet supper, then Dulcie went out on her date to the movies. Paula hadn't even asked the girl why she had come to the studio. The damage was done. But she was grateful she hadn't come earlier! There would be no way to explain fucking one of her daughter's young classmates!
It was late afternoon the next day when Joy came into the studio. Paula recognized her by her hair, which was obviously the girl's pride. It was long, silky blonde, with rich waves all the way to the end. She was cute rather than beautiful, and Paula knew from the photographs that she had a fabulous body.
"Tim said you wanted to talk to me," the girl said after she had introduced herself.
"Yes, Joy. Let's go in back, where we can talk." Paula led the way, smiling as she sat down at the small desk.
"Well, now. I'd like to take some more pictures of you, dear. Just like before. The price is still the same. When could you be here?"
Joy glanced around the empty room nervously, then stared at her shoes. "I don't think I want to do it any more, Mrs. Cromwell. It... I'd be embarrassed."
"Why, dear?" Paula coaxed. "You did it for my husband. It will be exactly the same."
"I know, but I just don't want to. I really had to have the money, before. That's why I did it. But. . ."
"But you don't need the money now? Is that it?"
"Well, yeah. But. . . well, I didn't mind doing it in front of guys, but with you watching . .."
Paula was about to panic. She needed this girl! She didn't know anyone else to get, and Mazonne wanted the first batch soon! She couldn't let her back out now!
"It'll be all right, honey. Really! It won't bother me. And it shouldn't bother you. After all, a woman can understand these things better than a man could. Please? Won't you do it for me? I'll even raise the price!"
Joy looked up quickly, her brown eyes reflecting a sudden interest. "How much?"
"Well, how about ten dollars? Twice as much. How does that sound?" Paula was so desperate she would have paid twenty, but she wanted to feel the girl out first.
"Okay!" Joy grinned. "When? Tonight?"
Paula sighed with relief. "Yes, tonight. Seven o'clock. Is that all right?"
"Sure!" She went to the curtains, then stopped and turned. "Ahhh, who's the boy?"
"Billy. Billy Myers. You know him, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah. Okay. See you tonight." She disappeared through the drapes.
Tim dropped by for his money later in the afternoon, and Paula told him to check with her every day to see when she would need him again. She needed five more pictures, and felt sure she could get them with Joy and Billy. That would hold her for another week, until Mazonne wanted another delivery.
She closed up shop at exactly five o'clock and hurried home to have dinner with her daughter. She didn't want any wild suspicions running through Dulcie's mind, so she made up the excuse that she had to meet with her bridge club committee that evening. She didn't think Dulcie believed it, but it was the best she could do.
Shortly before seven she parked her car in the lot and crossed the dark alley to the back door of the studio. Billy was standing by the entrance when she walked up, smiling happily as though this happened every day.
"You won't have to do anything to me tonight," he laughed. "I've had a hard-on all afternoon."
Paula couldn't help but grin at his open brassiness. "Good. I hope we can get some better shots tonight. You'll have to keep it hard for a while."
"Don't worry," he said slyly. "I will." Paula unlocked the door, and let them in.
CHAPTER THREE
After flicking the lights on, Paula stepped to the desk and dropped her purse. She hoped Joy would be on time as she wanted to get the session over with and go home. With the girl there she wouldn't have an opportunity to find out what Billy could accomplish sexually.
"Should I get undressed?" Billy asked, breaking into Paula's thought.
"What?" She turned. "Oh, yes. Go ahead. I'll set up the camera."
When the boy disappeared into the bathroom, Paula took the dust cover off the camera, checked the lens setting, then turned on the spotlights. Billy returned as she was slipping a fresh plate into the camera, and at the first glance at his stiff cock, she wished she hadn't asked Joy to come this evening.
"All set?" Paula smiled as she watched the boy's swollen prong bounce up and down as he walked to the pedestal.
"Yeah. What do you want me to do this time?"
"We'll wait for a minute, dear. Joy should be here any time now."
"Joy? Oh, wow! I didn't know she'd be here! Cool!"
"Yes, isn't it?" Paula remarked sarcastically. At that moment there was a light tap on the back door. She motioned Billy to the corner near the couch where he couldn't be seen by anyone at the door, then went over to open it cautiously. It was Joy.
"Am I on time?" the girl asked, her brown eyes wide in innocence. "I forgot my watch."
"Right on time, dear," Paula replied. "Come on in."
"Hi, Joy," Billy grinned, stepping into the middle of the room, not at all embarrassed that his enlarged shaft was out in the open, naked and throbbing.
"Oh, hi, Billy." The girl casually turned to Paula. "Shall I go take my clothes off?"
"Please. I'd like to get started."
"Me too," Billy smirked.
Joy stepped past the boy, glancing at his hard-on and the hairy sack hanging underneath, then went into the bathroom. She was gone only a moment, reappearing in all her naked beauty. Her cunt was covered with a fine, silky hair that formed a neat triangle over her pelvis. Her legs were long and nicely shaped, and her hips were deliciously rounded. But her best assets were her large, conical tits, firm and creamy, the nipples a bright pink against the white skin. She was so beautiful, Paula felt a twinge of envy as she stared at her.
Billy's prick was doing a dance as Joy walked toward him, her hips undulating enticingly. He involuntarily licked his lips as he stared at her lithe body, and a quiver of delight shook his legs.
Joy didn't even look at the boy as she went to the pedestal. Her eyes were on Paula, and an impish grin was playing around her mouth as she seemed to sense the older woman's jealousy.
"Same as before?" she asked quietly.
"Yes," Paula said. "Billy, will you climb up? Joy, you just bend over and put your mouth around his cock. I'll let you know what I want after that."
"Joy?" Billy asked as he mounted the platform. "Can I shoot off this time?"
"No! You know I don't like that! And you better not, Billy!"
"Ahhh, shit!" the boy muttered.
"If she doesn't like it, don't do it, Billy," Paula warned. "All we want are some pictures. Okay, Joy. Lean over and put it in your mouth."
The blonde bent down, took Billy's prick in her hand, then slid her lips over the end. Paula stepped behind the camera, looked through the lens to make sure Joy's face was covered by her long, wavy hair and didn't show, then she raised up.
"All right, Joy. Slide your mouth all the way down on it. As far as you can. That's it. Fine!" Click.
"Ohhhhhh, Jeez!" Billy exclaimed. "Ohhhhhh!"
"Take it easy, dear," Paula ordered. "All right, both of you turn around a bit more. Fine! Joy, take Billy's balls in your hand. That's it. Hold it!" Click.
"Now, both of you go to the couch. I want to get something a little different."
Paula picked up the tripod and moved it across the room near the couch as the kids walked over. Her hands were trembling violently, and her crotch was soaking wet. This was almost too much! She wished desperately she could join the two teenagers and get some relief too, but Mazonne's threat held her back. She couldn't afford to take the chance and lose either of them as models.
"All right, Billy. You lay down on the couch on your back. That's it. Now, Joy, you straddle his face and put your pussy over his mouth."
"Hey!" Billy said. "What the hell is this? You want me to eat her cunt?"
"No, just look like you are, that's all. It's not so bad. I'm sure Joy's cunt is sweet as candy."
"I just washed it, dummy!" Joy snorted. "It's not any worse than sucking your old prick."
"Okay, okay," Billy muttered. "Get up here."
The girl mounted Billy, squatting over his mouth. Then she took his prong in her hand and slipped it between her lips. As soon as they were in position, Paula clicked the shutter, then slipped in another plate and took another shot. As she was putting a third plate in, she noticed that Billy had put his hands on Joy's ass and was pulling her down to his mouth.
Joy was going wild too, bobbing her head up and down on his shaft in a frenzy while she swivelled her ass around and around on the boy's face.
"Ummmmmmmm!" Joy moaned loudly. "Ummmmmmmm!" She was sucking and slurping on Billy's dick with gusto, sliding her lips far down on his prong, then pulling up to lick the end with her tongue. Her ass was swirling and hunching wildly, bouncing up and down over his mouth.
"Ummmmmmmmm!" Billy groaned, thrusting his ass up, trying to bury his cock in Joy's throat. "Mmmmmmmmmmm! Ummmmmm!"
Paula watched in fascination as the two kids ate each other, and she almost forgot to take another picture. Her cunt was literally aching as she clicked the shutter and put another plate in. God! she thought, I can't stand this!
The children were grunting and groaning, gasping and pumping, hunching and thrusting as Paula took several more shots. Liquid was running down the woman's thighs as she hurried to get as many pictures as she could before they came.
"Ummmmmmm!" Joy cried as she sucked the boy's dick, trying to get him to blow off in her mouth.
"Unghhhhhh! Unghhhhh! Unghhhhhh!" Billy gasped, his lips and mouth doing fantastic things to the young snatch.
Paula couldn't bear it any longer! She yanked up her dress, thrust her hand under her panties and jacked off, pushing her finger in and out of her hole as she watched the youngsters go wild with writhing ecstasy on the couch.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Paula cried out. "Uuunnnggghhhh! Oh! God!"
The woman and the young couple had their orgasms at the same time, the moans, shrieks and groans filling the studio, then it was quiet. The only sounds were the heavy breathing from the trio as they relaxed slowly from their climaxes.
Joy rose up slowly, then stood by the end of the couch, her full tits heaving and her belly muscles quivering. Billy sat up and looked at the girl lovingly.
"I thought you didn't want me to blow in your mouth?" he smiled.
"I didn't, until you got me so hot with your tongue. Jeez, Billy! I've never been eaten like that!" She looked at Paula, who was straightening her dress. "Did we do all right?"
"Perfect," Paula grinned. "Just perfect. I hope we can do it again like that next week. How about it?"
Both children nodded their heads willingly.
"Wonderful. Now, I think you kids had better be going. I want to close up and get home."
While they dressed, Paula took the money from her purse. She folded the two fives together for Joy so Billy wouldn't see how much she was getting and get ideas. After they were paid, she let them out, then went to work developing all the plates she had taken so far.
When she had hung them up to dry in the developing room, she left and got her car. She was so frustrated it was almost painful, but there wasn't anything she could do about it then. If Dulcie wasn't home when she got there, she was going to jack off again. She had to get some relief, or she would never be able to sleep.
What beautiful children, she thought. And they 're really learning their sex early. Lord, I wish I had a body like Joy's! And was young again! I'd fuck anything that had a cock! Then a terrible thought occurred to her. Damn! I hope Dulcie doesn't do anything like that! Oh, Lord! I've never even thought about it before! I've got to have a long talk with that girl. As soon as possible!
Dulcie was gone when she arrived home. There was a note saying she had gone out with some girlfriends and would be home around ten.
Paula took a long shower, had a snack, then was on her way to the bedroom to take care of her aching pussy when the phone rang.
"Hi! This is your long lost brother-in-law! How are you, Paula?"
"Dick! Where are you? Are you in town?"
"Yep. I've got Jason with me. We just got here, and I got us a room at the Clover Motel."
"Why didn't you come here? You know we have plenty of room."
"Well, it was so late I didn't want to barge in. I'm sorry I couldn't make it for the funeral, but the divorce took a lot longer than I'd figured. The judge wouldn't give me a recess. He said he was sorry, but we'd taken up so much of the court's time as it was. Did everything go okay?"
"Yes. It was a lovely funeral." Paula had been very angry when her husband's only brother hadn't been there, but she was over it now. It didn't really make that much difference. Donald was dead, and his brother couldn't bring him back.
"I'm glad. I thought I'd come to the studio in the morning and see you. You did keep it open, didn't you?"
"Of course. It's the only thing I have left, really. Why don't you come early, and we can have breakfast together?"
"Swell. Jason has to get registered at school. I don't want him to miss too much."
"You mean" you're going to stay here?"
"Yeah! That bitch took my house, and I figured I might as well come here and help you with the business. After all, I've got a thirty-percent interest, you know."
"Of course," Paula answered. "I'll appreciate anything you can do. It's really too much for me."
"Okay. See you in the morning, then. About nine?"
"Fine. 'Bye."
Paula hung up the phone, a worried expression on her face. What would Dick do if he found out about her deal with Mazonne? He'd probably be madder than hell. As a part owner, he'd be responsible for anything that happened. And what would he think of her taking those kind of pictures?
The worry about her meeting the next morning kept her awake quite late. Even though she caressed her cunt into an orgasm twice, she still didn't fall asleep until the wee hours of the morning.
As soon as she arrived at the studio Paula went directly to the developing room, snatched up the photographs, and put them into the locked filing cabinet. She hoped that Mazonne wouldn't arrive while Dick was there.
She was still nervous when Richard Cromwell arrived at precisely nine o'clock. He was younger than Donald, around thirty-five she thought, and there really wasn't much family resemblance. Dick was tall, dark, and had hazel eyes. His black, curly hair was carefully cut, not shaggy the way Donald had worn his.
"Still as beautiful as ever," he grinned as he came in. He stepped over to her and kissed her lightly. Paula shivered slightly at the touch of his warm, sensitive lips. He had always had the ability to excite her even when he wasn't touching her.
"And you're still the same old lothario," Paula said and laughed. "It's good to see you again."
"Same here. How about that breakfast?"
He took her arm, she closed and locked the door, then they stepped to the cafe next door for bacon and eggs. They talked for quite a while, about everything except the studio. Paula very carefully steered the conversation away from that area. She was afraid she might say something inadvertently that would give her secret away.
When they returned to the studio, Dick informed her that he intended to spend the day looking for an apartment for himself and his fifteen-year-old son. He accepted Paula's invitation for dinner at her house, then left. She experienced genuine relief when he closed the door behind him. She had no idea how long she could keep up the masquerade, especially with Dick now living in town, but she was determined to hold on as long as possible.
Early in the afternoon, Mazonne showed up. There weren't any customers, so he pointed silently toward the back, then led the way through the heavy drapes.
"What have you got for me?" he asked as soon as they were inside.
"Several good ones." Paula went to the file, unlocked it, then handed Mazonne a manilla folder with the pictures inside.
He stepped to the desk, opened the folder, then went through the shots, carefully studying them. When he was through, he looked up at her, smiling.
"Very good, baby! I like these! That little cunt looks like she really enjoys suckin' a dick. Who is she?"
"I certainly wouldn't tell you!" Paula said hotly. "And you can't see her face, so you'd never recognize her. Now, why don't you take those damn pictures and get out of here?"
"Plenty of time, baby. Plenty of time." Mazonne picked up the pictures with Joy in them, and looked at them again. "Damn," he muttered, "she even gives me a hard-on. Look!"
He opened his suit coat, and Paula could see that his prick was stiff, pushing the material of his pants out. Before she could tell him again to leave, he had unzipped his trousers and whipped a gigantic, hairy cock out into the open.
"What am I gonna do with that?" he asked solemnly. "How about takin' care of it for me?"
"Get out of here!" Paula said through clenched teeth. "Get out of here and never come back!" She backed away as he inched toward her, holding his immense tool in his hand, pointing it at her pussy.
"I said I want you to take care of it for me," he snarled. "You ain't no goddamn virgin! If that little blonde cunt can do it, so can you. Get on your knees and start suckin'!"
"No, please!" Paula sobbed. "Please don't make me do that! I... Please!"
Maxonne skinned the head of his dick back, exposing the gleaming purple tip to the light. It was so big his hand didn't begin to cover it as he held it out to her.
"Suck me, lady! Just like the little cunt does!" He put his free hand on her shoulder and roughly forced her to her knees in front of him.
"Don't! I beg you, don't!"
Mazonne moved up to her, rubbed the end of his swollen cock all over her face, then jammed it between her lips, shoving it in until it almost gagged her.
"That's it, baby," he whispered huskily. "Blow me! Unghhh!"
His hand held the back of her head as he shoved his prong in and out of her mouth. She twisted weakly, then gave in, using her tongue to slurp on his gigantic shaft as it slid between her lips. It was either that or get hurt by this mean, hostile man.
In spite of herself, Paula found herself enjoying this huge cock in her mouth. She didn't have to look at the man she hated. She could concentrate on his prick, and suck it the way she had wanted to suck on Billy's last night.
He was hunching into her face, driving his tool deep into her mouth, sliding the shaft in and out as his legs quivered with the delicious feel of her lips and tongue on his rod.
"Ohhhhhhh! Unngghhhh! Umph! Umph! Aarrgghhhhhh!"
Suddenly huge waves of fluid were spurting into her mouth, washing against the back of her throat and flooding her tongue. Greedily, Paula sucked and swallowed the man's juice until there was no more, and he gasped as the last drops dribbled out of his throbbing tool.
"Ummmmmmmm!" Paula moaned happily. "Ummmmmmm!"
"Pretty good, baby!" Mazonne exclaimed as he backed away, his prick still jerking. "Next time, we'll find out what kind of a twat you have. If you fuck as good as you suck, we might have somethin' goin' for us."
Paula stood up on shaky legs. "Please go now. Please!"
"Sure. I'll be back in a week." He zipped his pants up, then picked up the folder with the pictures. "Make sure you get some more as good as these. My customers are askin' for stuff that's a little more spicy."
He went to the curtain, then stopped and turned back. "And thanks for the blow-job. It was really good!" He went through the doorway and left.
Paula hurried to the bathroom to rinse her mouth out, then she straightened her dress and combed her hair before going out front again. All of this was more than she could stand! Last night, then again today someone else had been gratified and yet her pussy still ached to be fucked. It wasn't fair!
At exactly five she locked the front door and went home. All of her problems seemed to be connected with the studio, and she was glad to have the chance to get away from there. She longed for a quiet dinner at home, then a good night's sleep.
Dulcie was happy to hear that her uncle and cousin were in town, and helped Paula with the dinner. When everything was in the oven and cocktails had been made, Paula took a quick shower, put on an extremely low-cut dress, and primped.
Dick whistled appreciatively when she opened the door, and his staring at her lightly-covered tits made her excited. She ushered them into the living room where they greeted Dulcie.
Dick's son, Jason, had grown considerably since Paula had last seen him. He was the image of his father; tall, black wavy hair and hazel eyes, but he was much stockier. Dulcie's eyes lit up when she saw him, and it wasn't long before she had him engaged in a private conversation, leaving the older couple to their cocktails.
They had a leisurely dinner, then after the dishes were done, Dulcie insisted on taking Jason around to meet some of her friends. They used Dick's car, leaving Paula and Dick in the living room sipping brandies.
"Did you find a place today?" Paula asked.
"Nope. But I'm not worried. I've got plenty of time. I want a place close to Jason's school, and I'll wait 'til I find the right thing." He sipped his brandy. "How's the business coming along?"
"Fine. I'll get back into the swing of things pretty soon. But I'd rather not talk about the studio tonight. I've had more than enough of that place for one day." She lit a cigarette, then looked at him warmly.
"It's too bad about the divorce. I guess you had a lot of trouble keeping Jason, didn't you?"
"More than you know," Dick growled. "That dirty bitch got almost everything else, though. House, car, half of the bank account." He sighed heavily. "Well, it's all for the best, I guess. At least we're rid of her."
"It's awfully lonely by yourself, though," Paula said. "I get almost desperate sometimes." Her eyes were dewy.
"Well, I can help with the business, Paula. I'm certainly not a photographer, but I'm a pretty good manager and salesman. Between the two of us, we should be able to pull it through."
If you only knew, Paula thought. Lord! If you only knew!
"How about some more brandy?" Dick offered. He stood up, got the bottle, and bent over her to fill her glass. As he did so, he could look beneath the light material covering her tits and see almost to the nipples of her creamy mounds.
"Thank you." Paula glanced up and saw where he was looking.
"Sorry," Dick muttered, walking across the room to fill his own glass.
"Don't be sorry," Paula smiled. "I wore it so somebody could get a look. That's the way women are, you know."
"Yeah, I know," Dick snorted as he sat down. "That bitch I had was fu . . . She was going to bed with every guy in town."
"We're not all like that, Dick. But most of us like sex just as much as the men do."
"I suppose." He downed half his glass, then looked at her with a gleam in his eye. "How are you doing on that score? I know it hasn't been long since the funeral, but have you got somebody in mind, yet?"
"No. Nobody in particular." She glanced at his crotch and saw that his pants were rising ever so slowly. I wonder how long it's been for him? she thought. I'll bet he's got a cock at least as big as Donald's was. Oh, if only we could. . . , "Me neither," Dick said.
Paula leaned back, and impishly spread her legs just a bit so that Dick could almost see her panty-covered snatch.
"Well," she sighed, "maybe we'll both find somebody."
Dick didn't bother to hide his stare as he looked at her nylon-covered thighs. His pecker was getting hard, and he was wishing he could think of some way to get Paula into bed. Or even on the floor!
"Hi, everybody!" Dulcie called from the door. "We're home!"
Goddamn it! Paula thought.
Sonofabitch, Dick almost muttered aloud.
CHAPTER FOUR
For the next week, after he found an apartment, Dick dived into the business, upsetting Paula's schedule for the pictures. He made a list of all past-due accounts and set about collecting them, contacted new accounts, and planned advertising campaigns with the newspapers. He worked every night until late, so Paula was forced to postpone her appointments with Billy, Tim and Joy.
Mazonne hadn't bothered her all week, but Paula knew he would be around to collect by Saturday. And by Friday, she didn't have anything to give him. It was late that afternoon Mazonne finally showed up. Dick was out on collections.
"Hi, doll," he smiled. "I hear your brother-in-law is in town."
"How . .. ? How did you know?"
"Hell, I know a lot of things. It's my business to know. You tell him about our deal?"
"No! How could I? He ... I just couldn't!"
Mazonne adjusted his tie, glanced out the window to the vacant sidewalk, then said, "Let's go in back. We can talk better."
They stepped through the heavy drapes, then Mazonne went to the desk and sat down, leaving Paula standing in the middle of the studio.
"You know, baby, this is a good deal for you. I don't give a damn if you ever tell your partner, but as long as you play ball, you'll do all right." He lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke at her face. "Now, let's see what you got for me."
Paula edged toward the couch and sat down weakly. "I--I don't have any pictures. Dick ... my brother-in-law ... he's been here practically all the time. I couldn't get the kids in the studio! I--I'll have some for you next week."
"That's not good enough, lady!" Mazonne snarled. "I told you! Every week!"
"But it was impossible!" Paula cried. "Can't you see that?"
"All I want to see is some pics! You got that? Pics! I don't give a shit about your problems! I got enough of my own. You fuck around with me, baby, and you've got trouble!"
"Please!" Paula begged. "It won't do any good to threaten me! I'm doing all I can! I can't take pictures of naked children with Dick here!"
Mazonne stood up and walked over in front of her. "You better figure somethin' out, baby," he said menacingly. "I want somethin' by tomorrow. Got that?"
Tears began streaming down her cheeks, and she buried her face in her hands as she sobbed. "Please! Oh, please! Don't!"
He stood looking at her for a few minutes as she cried, then a smile crept across his face.
"I got an idea, baby. Get up and take your clothes off!"
"What?" Paula raised her tear-stained face to look at him.
"I said take off your clothes. I'm goin' to get me a little insurance." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up, then spun her around to unzip her dress.
"What do you mean?" Paula gasped. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm goin' to get a few pictures of you, baby. In your birthday suit. Then if you don't come across, I'll make sure they get to the right people."
Mazonne clutched her dress at the waist and pulled it over her head, leaving her standing with only a bra and panties. He had taken her so by surprise she hadn't resisted, and now when he spun her around and she saw the cold, steely look in his eyes, she knew it wouldn't do her any good to fight it.
"Go ahead," he growled. "Get out of 'em." He walked over to the camera and yanked the cover off. He pulled two blank plates from a shelf and inserted one in the camera as though he had worked with it all his life.
"What--what if someone comes in?" Paula asked, terrified now.
"I'll take care of 'em. Don't worry about it. Just get that stuff off." He switched on the spotlights and adjusted the lens.
She didn't take her eyes off him as she stripped off her panties and undid her bra, letting them drop to the floor. She was helpless, and she knew it. If she cried out for help or tried to stop him, he would be vicious.
"Well!" Mazonne said appreciatively. "I didn't realize you had such a great body!" His glance roved over her lush frame, from her head to her toes, missing nothing.
Her large, pointed tits with their gleaming pink nipples sagged hardly at all. Her belly was flat, leading down to a hair-covered pussy. The lips of her gash separated slightly, and he could see the soft delicate inner folds of her cunt glistening wetly pink beneath the black hair. The legs were long and tapered.
"Damn," he said softly, "I wish I'd seen that before!"
"Where do you want me to stand?" Paula said dully.
"On that thing," he replied, pointing to the pedestal.
Paula mounted the posing platform and faced the camera, her eyes still wet from the tears and her lips quivering.
"Like this?"
"Yeah!" Mazonne adjusted the lens again, then stood up, his hand on the shutter. "Now, hold your cunt apart. I want this to be a real sexy shot."
Slowly, Paula moved her hands across her pelvis, slid her index fingers into her gash, and pulled the lips of her cunt apart, exposing the pink petal-like folds surrounding her cuntal mouth.
Mazonne grinned. "Great!" He clicked the shutter.
"Now, one more, but hold your tits out this time!"
Paula did, pushing her heavy tits up and out so that the nipples pointed directly at the lens. Mazonne took the picture.
"That's enough," he said, yanking the plate out. "I'll get 'em developed and hold on to 'em, just in case." He dropped both plates on the desk.
"Can I get dressed now?"
"Hell, no! Not after seein' you like that! I got to get a little of that good-lookin' ass. C'mere!"
As Paula stepped down and walked toward the man, he unzipped his pants and took his swollen shaft out. Again, Paula had to suck in her breath when she saw it. It was bigger than any cock she had ever seen!
"Okay, baby," he said gruffly, "bend over on the desk!"
"Standing up?" Paula whispered.
"Sure! I want to fuck ya, not make love to ya! Bend over!"
She did as she was told, leaning over until her hands were on top of the desk, then spreading her legs wide, her feet planted firmly for what she knew was coming.
"Aaaaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!" she moaned as she felt Mazonne's massive dick ramming into her cunt, spreading the tissues inside forcibly and pushing her intestines up into her belly. "Uuuuuuuunnnnn-nngghh!"
"Ever felt a prick like that?" he grunted, jamming it in until she could feel his zipper against her ass. "I'll show you what a fuck is really like!"
He reached around to grab a tit in each hand, then began hunching into her pussy, ramming and twisting his blood-filled dick in her hole. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" he groaned.
Paula had expected it to feel big, but nothing like it did! It felt as though there was a pole jammed up inside her, and it was wonderful! Without having to look at him, she could lean forward and enjoy having his immense tool fill her up, rub her sensitive tissues and push against her womb.
"More!" Paula cried. "More! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" She was lost in the ecstasy of his giant prong jamming far inside her, and she couldn't think of anything else.
Mazonne lifted her off the floor with his prick when he began spurting hot fresh cum into her cunt. Paula felt the fluid gushing into her as she slid down on his shaft, burying the long, hard staff all the way up to her waist.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried. "Oh, GOD! UMMMMMMM!"
When his spasms stopped he let her down easily, then slid his cum-coated dong from her juicy tube.
Gobs of sticky white cream dripped to the floor as the head of his dick slipped out, splashing on her feet and his shoes.
Paula sank wearily across the desk as Mazonne crossed the room, picked up her panties from the floor, and dried off his still-throbbing dick with them. He tucked his cock back into his pants, wiped off his shoes with the nylon briefs, then picked up the plates.
"I got to go now, baby," he said to the shaking woman who was leaning over the desk. "I'll be back tomorrow. Better have somethin' for me, or a lot of your friends are goin' to see what you look like ... all over!" He turned on his heel and left.
Paula raised up unsteadily. She felt drained in every fiber of her body. Never had she felt a prick that big, and it was almost too much for her. But not quite. If that huge dong had been attached to someone else, she would have sought it out gladly!
She crossed the room on shaky legs, picked up her clothes, then went into the bathroom to wash up and dress. Her panties were useless to wear, so she wiped up the floor with them, then tossed them into the large waste bin.
Luckily there were few customers the remainder of the day, as she really didn't want to see anyone. But it worried her that none of the kids had dropped by. She had explained her problem to them earlier in the week, and asked them to check in with her each day to see if the studio could be used.
By five o'clock, Paula was really concerned. Mazonne wasn't kidding with his threats. She knew if the pictures weren't ready by tomorrow, all hell would break loose for her. And for Dulcie.
She decided to call the kids from her house, locked the front door, then checked the rest of the building before going out the back. When she opened the door to the alley, Tim Agee was standing there.
"Why, Tim!" she said, surprised. "Why didn't you come to the front?"
The good-looking boy shuffled his feet, staring at the black asphalt.
"I . . . well, we're gettin' scared. We heard about that other guy comin' in, and we don't want to do it any more."
"You mean my brother-in-law?" Paula asked, astounded that the children should know about him.
"Ahhh, yeah, I guess so. Jason's old man, anyway."
"But, dear!" she said, taking his arm, "he doesn't know a thing about this! Not a thing! And he'll never find out."
"Well, maybe. But just the same, we don't want to any more. Joy and Billy wanted me to tell you. I gotta go now." He pulled his arm free and turned to leave.
"Wait, Tim! Please!"
Sheer terror flooded her body as she thought of what would happen if the children quit her. She'd lose everything! All she had! She couldn't let it happen!
"Tim, please! Come in a minute." She opened the door again and stepped inside. Tim followed grudgingly, and she closed the entrance.
"Tim," she pleaded, "I'll tell you what. I'll give each of you more money. How does that sound?"
The boy looked around the studio to make sure no one else was there, then said, "Jeez! I don't know. How much?"
Paula's existence was on the line, and she wasn't about to quibble about money now.
"Twenty dollars! Every time! Now, you can't afford to turn that down, can you?"
Tim stared at her wide-eyed for a moment.
"Twenty dollars? You mean it?"
"Yes! For each of you! Now, how about it?" She knew she had won him over. And undoubtedly the others, too. That was a lot of money to teenagers, and they couldn't possibly refuse it.
"Damn!" Tim exclaimed. "Okay. But you're sure the other guy won't know nothin' about it?"
"Positive, dear. Positive. How about tonight?"
The boy nodded. "Yeah, I can make it. But Joy and Billy can't. They've got a Glee Club thing tonight."
Paula thought quickly. She had invited Dick and Jason to dinner. She could call and say she would be delayed, and that way be certain Dick wouldn't come around. Mazonne wanted shots with a girl, but she could work something out. Besides, she was desperate.
"Could you stay now, for a while?" she asked.
"Yeah. My folks are goin' out for dinner, but I'd have to call anyway."
"Go ahead. The phone's on the desk. I'll get things all set."
While Tim made his call, Paula hurried out in front to get an automatic timer from the stock shelf. They had never used them in the studio, but many customers liked them for personal portraits. She brought it back, and attached it to a different camera that used a roll of film. It could be set for intervals or for one picture, and would do the job just fine.
"It's okay," Tim said, hanging up. "I'll go take my stuff off."
As soon as he had closed the bathroom door, Paula stripped off her dress and bra, moved the camera near the couch, and set it up. She would have to take the place of Joy. It really didn't make any difference, as long as it was a female. She was all ready when Tim came out, naked.
He stopped when he saw she was nude, looked her up and down, then grinned. "Same thing as last time?" he asked.
"Just about." Paula watched as the young boy's prong began to get hard, throbbing as the muscle firmed up to stand straight out from his youthfully-hairy pelvis. Paula felt the lips of her cunt twitch as it rose to its limit; a gorgeous, quivering boy shaft.
"Have you ever eaten a girl?" she asked quietly.
Tim turned red in the face, and he averted his eyes.
"Well... a couple of times, I guess."
"All right. That's what we're going to do. Eat each other. Lay down on the couch, on your back. I'll suck your cock while you eat my pussy. Is that okay with you?"
"Sure!"
When he had positioned himself, Paula focused the camera, set the timer, then walked over to crawl on top of him. She brushed her hair down over the side of her face so it wouldn't show, then sank her hot, steamy cunt down onto Tim's face.
Before she could take his prick in her hand, the boy was lapping at her pussy frantically, licking and lapping with his tongue and sucking on her clit with his lips.
"Ohhhhhh, Tim!" she moaned. "Not so fast! Ohhhhh! We want it to last for a while, don't we?"
She was trembling with delight and her legs were shaking as she took Tim's hard cock in her hand then bent over to slip her lips over it. Oh, this is wonderful! she thought. I haven't been eaten in so long! His tongue is as hot as his prick!
Using her lips, she slid his foreskin back, then took the head of his little-boy prick gently in her mouth to nibble on it. She heard the shutter click on the camera as she pushed her mouth farther down on his dong, taking as much of it as she could.
"Ummmmmmmmm!" Tim groaned. "Ummmmmmm!"
He was going at her fast again, licking and sucking; driving his tongue deep into her slippery snatch, his nose rubbing on her asshole.
"Ummmmmmm!" Paula moaned, sucking and slurping on his hot prong as he sent shivers of excitement through her body. She heard the shutter click again, and couldn't wait any longer.
Reaching under the boy's ass, she drove her finger deep into his asshole, and grasping his balls with her other hand, she sucked with all she had, trying desperately to draw his hot juice out.
"Ummmm! Urn mm m!" she gasped. "Ummmmmmm! Ummmmmmm!"
Tim was going wild under her, hunching his slim little ass up to her face, writhing and twisting. She knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his young wad.
"Unnnggghhhhhh!" the small boy was crying out, almost smothered by the wet folds of the cunt spread over his hairless face. "Unngghhhh!"
"Hummmmmmmmm!" Paula groaned as she felt his sperm surging up through his pulsating rod, then it was gushing into her mouth in gigantic spurts, flooding her mouth and throat.
Her orgasm jerked her violently as Tim reamed her cunt with his tongue, licking, lapping and sucking on everything his mouth touched.
When it was over, they lay gasping for breath, their bodies still twitching as the last of their climax subsided. Then she raised her head up, licked the last of his fresh young juice from the end of his boyish prick, and got up.
Tim lay quietly, his belly heaving with his deep breaths. Paula stared at his throbbing shaft, and couldn't resist bending over to give it one last kiss before taking some pictures of him by himself. She had just slipped her lips around the end and was tickling it with her tongue when she heard a noise from behind her. She stood up quickly and turned.
"Well," Dick said, frowning, "what's going on here?" He had come in through the front, and was standing in the middle of the room, his hands on his hips.
Paula could do nothing more than stare at her brother-in-law as she heard Tim scramble up from the couch and run into the bathroom, slamming the door. Then she quietly walked to where her dress was thrown over the back of a chair, and slipped it on, ignoring her bra.
"You didn't answer me, Paula!" Dick said. "What is all this?"
Paula knew she was beaten. "Let the boy go, then I'll tell you all about it, Dick. But please, don't give him a hard time. It wasn't really his fault."
The boy stepped out of the bathroom warily, glanced briefly at Dick, then sped to the rear door to disappear. Paula felt sad that he was so frightened, but there was nothing she could do.
Dick walked over to Paula, lit two cigarettes and handed her one, then asked softly, "Want to tell me about it, or is it any of my business?"
"Yes," she sighed. "It's your business." She sank down on the chair, and began telling him the whole story. All, that is, except her sex relations with Mazonne. She couldn't bear to try and explain that to anyone. But the rest of it came out exactly as it had happened, and when she was through, Dick was silent for several minutes.
"He actually has pictures of you?" he asked finally.
"Yes. Two of them."
"And you're sure he'd use them?"
"I have no doubt about it. He would do anything to make sure he has his pictures." She choked back a sob. "What are we going to do, Dick? What can we do?"
"First things first," he answered gently. "Let's get you home and cleaned up. Then we'll talk about it."
"But-but, the kids?"
"They're not there. They went to a movie. They won't be home for quite a while yet." He took her arm and pulled her up, then kissed her lightly on the cheek. "C'mon. Let's go."
As soon as they were in the door, Dick poured Paula a stiff drink. She downed it in two swallows, then went directly to the bath to take a long hot shower. She wanted to cleanse herself thoroughly before talking to Dick, and even took a warm douche to make herself feel better.
When she re-entered the living room, she was a different woman than what Dick had seen at the studio, and he remarked on it.
"You're really very lovely, Paula. I hope you won't let this mess drag you down. It would be a shame to mar that classic beauty."
"Why, thank you," Paula smiled. His words were like a balm to her ruffled conscience, and she looked at him with a new awareness as she accepted the fresh drink he had fixed for her.
"I wish we didn't have to talk about it tonight," she said, sitting down. "I'd just as soon forget it. For one evening, anyway."
"We will," Dick said firmly. "Let's concentrate on you and me. Would you like to go out for dinner?"
"No. I would really rather stay right here. With you."
"Paula," he began uncomfortably. "Paula, I. .. you know, seeing you like that tonight. . . well, it did something to me. Made me feel like I haven't felt in years."
"Oh?" she answered demurely. "How?" She wanted him to say it desperately, because she felt the same way.
"I . . . well, when I saw you naked, I . . ."
"You wanted me? Is that it, Dick?"
He nodded his head. "Yes. That's what I meant."
Paula set her glass on the table, rose, then crossed to the handsome man who had helped take a load off her shoulders. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him passionately.
"I. want you, too," she murmured into his chest. "Very much."
He gripped her tightly. "We can't do it here. The kids will be back. I want to take my time, when we do it."
"So do I, dear. We can leave a note. Tell them we went out, and to wait for us. Then we can go to your apartment, and not be bothered." .
Dick held her away, and looked at her lovingly.
"Atta girl! You've got a head on your shoulders, too! You write the note while I get our coats. We might be late getting back."
"We just may," Paula smiled as she turned toward the desk. "The later the better!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Dick unlocked the door of his apartment and let them in. He flicked on the lights, then spun around to take Paula in his arms and crush her to his chest.
"I've waited so long for this," Paula murmured.
"So have I." He kissed her, long and passionately.
"Dick?" Paula said when they broke apart. "Can we do it very slowly? I want it to last for a while."
"Sure. Why don't you take your clothes off. I'll do the same, then we'll have a drink before we start."
Paula nodded and moved to a chair. She began undressing, dropping her things over the back of the chair neatly, her shoes next to it. She decided to leave her strapless bra and bikini panties on for a while, to tease Dick.
He had gone to the bedroom, and when he returned he was stark naked, his rod at full attention, bobbing up and down as he strode into the room. His hairy sack of balls was swinging between his legs.
"Hey!" he said, "I thought you were going to undress?"
"I will. I just thought I'd like to be like this for a while."
He could see the dark hair covering her pussy under the flimsy material, and his prick throbbed with anticipation. Her full tits were only half covered by the bra, and they threatened to overflow the garment.
Dick stepped to her quickly and kissed her again, pressing his hard cock against her firm belly, rubbing the hot head against her creamy skin. He reached behind her to take her ass in his hands and caress her cheeks lovingly.
"Stop!" Paula laughed. "We were going to make it last, or had you forgotten?"
"No," he chuckled. "It's just that you're so damn luscious, I can't keep my hands off you." He released her. "How about that drink, now?"
She nodded and followed him into the kitchen, where he took several bottles from the cupboard and a bucket of ice from the refrigerator.
"What would you like?"
"Bourbon and water would be fine."
Dick mixed two stout drinks then handed her one and leaned against the counter, his prong still hard and pulsating.
"That's a beautiful cock, Dick," Paula said after she had tasted her drink. "I hope you'll like using it on me."
He let his eyes rove over her fabulous body, nodding his head. "I'm sure I will. How would you like to do it?"
She glanced down at his throbbing shaft and giggled. "Well, it looks like you're ready to go right now! But if you don't mind, I'd like to prolong our ... fucking."
"There's no point in beating around the bush about it," he smiled. "I meant figuratively, not literally! But, as soon as I get my prick inside you, I'm afraid I'll blow off right away. I'm sorry, but it's a fact."
"I know, darling. I know how men are. Why don't we take care of you first, then we can fuck? That way, you can hold off longer when you're inside me."
"Okay. Where? In the living room, or the bedroom?"
"Why not right here?" Paula said coyly. "In the kitchen?"
"Certainly! You lay down there on the table, and I'll take care of that beautiful prick. Okay?"
Dick looked at the table, then back at Paula, and grinned.
"I've never done it that way before. Sounds interesting."
"Neither have I! Why don't we try it?" She stepped to the counter to put her drink down, then moved to the table. "Come on!"
Dick shrugged, finished his drink, then went over to climb up on the table. He laid down with his feet hanging over the edge, and put his arms under his head.
"Paula smiled at him, then leaned over to concentrate on her task. Using both hands, she gently fondled his balls and his dong, rubbing her fingers lightly over his shaft and his sack. Excitement tingled her cunt as she made him quiver with her fingertips.
With her thumb and forefinger, she skinned the head back to get a glimpse of the purple skin stretched tightly over the end. A glistening droplet of liquid was oozing out the crack in the end, and she bent down to lick it off, then ran her tongue all around the end.
"Aaarrrrggghhhhh!" Dick groaned. "Oh, Paula! Jesus, that feels good! Ummmmmmm!"
His legs were twitching and his hips were rising off the table as she licked the end. Then she pulled the skin up over the tip with her fingers, moved it back down the shaft and did it again, very slowly jacking him off.
She knew it wouldn't be much longer before he blew off, and she wanted to taste his juice.
"Dick, I'm going to suck you off, now," she said softly. "Please try to hold it as long as you can."
"Unngghhhh! Okay! Ummmmm! Paula! Ummmmmm!"
Bending over until her bra-encased tits were brushing against his legs, she used her lips to force the foreskin down his rod, then began slurping and sucking the end, running her tongue all around the rim and into his crack.
"AARRGGHH!" Dick shouted. "Ohhhh! Ungh! Ungh!"
He was hunching, shaking and trembling as Paula drove her lips far down his staff until it was touching the back of her throat. She sucked the rod tightly, then began bobbing her head up and down slowly, using her tongue to rub against the most sensitive spot just under the head.
"PAULA! GOD! I CANT... PAULA! UMMMMM! AARGGHHHHH!"
"UMMMMMMM!" Paula moaned, her mouth full of his hard shaft. "UMMMMM! UMMMMM!"
"NOW!" he shouted. "NOW! NOW! AARRGGHH! UMPH! UMPH!"
She felt his prick swell as the stringy cum raced up to the end, then it was spurting into her mouth, surging and jetting, washing hotly across her tonsils and down her throat.
"UMMMMMM!" she cried. "UMMMMM!"
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Dick moaned, then he lay still.
Paula raised up, licked all the fluid from his cock, then stood up, smiling.
"How was that, dear? Did you like it?"
"God, yes!" he whispered. "Jesus!"
"I'm glad. Shall we have another drink, now?" She walked over to the counter and drained her glass while Dick rose from the table and stood with shaking legs.
"Mix me one, will you?" he asked.
Paula made two fresh highballs, then they walked into the living room to sit down, Paula on the couch and Dick in an overstuffed chair.
After they had both lit cigarettes and sipped their drinks, Dick asked, "How about you, honey? Do you want to fuck now?"
"No." She spread her legs so that he could see her pink panties in the crotch, glistening wetly from giving him a blow-job. "I'd like to have you eat me, first. Would you mind?"
"Hell, no!" he exclaimed. "Just let me get my breath back first."
"Of course, dear." She stood up. "I'm going to the bathroom to freshen up. I'll be right back."
While she was gone, Dick finished his cigarette and reflected on how lucky he was. Paula was a good woman; beautiful, intelligent, and she obviously enjoyed sex as much as he did. If things worked out right, he'd ask her to marry him. What the hell, he thought. I couldn't do much better, and I could do a helluva lot worse!
When Paula re-entered the room she was nude, her breasts swaying as she strode to the couch to sit down. She lit another cigarette, picked up her drink, then opened her thighs to give Dick a good view of her cunt.
"Dick, I--I can't wait too much longer," she said softly. "My pussy is about to explode."
"All right, honey." He got up. "Why don't you just sit there and finish your drink and cigarette while I lick it." He went over to kneel between her out-stretched legs, grinning up at her.
"Slide forward a little bit, so I can get my tongue in, will you please?"
Paula moved her ass out to the edge of the cushion, then leaned back. "Is that all right?"
"Fine!" He bent over, and with his tongue he separated the delicate lips of her wet cunt, pushing the fragrant hair aside to get at the moist, delicious folds. Very tenderly, he licked her clit with the tip of his tongue, then slid his lips over it to suck it gently.
"Ohhhhhhh, Dick! Ummmmmmm! Oh, Lord! Just like that! Oh, Dick! Dick!"
She lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders, letting them drape down his back. All she could see was the top of his head, but she could feel his hot tongue darting all around her gash, licking and sucking her fragrant cuntal folds.
"Ummmmmm!" Dick moaned, his face buried in her luscious slit. "Ummmmmmm!"
Paula put her drink and cigarette aside, then grabbed him by the head with both hands, pushing his face even farther down against her pussy.
"Ream me, darling! Tongue me to death! Oh, Dick! Ummmm! Oh, eat me! Eat my hole!"
Her heels were digging into his back as he jammed his tongue deep into her tube, licking the rim and the tissues inside. His nose was surrounded by her cunny folds, almost cutting off his air, but he didn't care. He couldn't get enough of her!
"DICK!" she screamed. "OHHHHH, DICK! UMMMMM!"
He moved his head up so that he could see her huge tits bounce as she writhed on the couch. A look of sheer ecstasy was on her face. He dived in again, lapping, licking and sucking as deftly as he could, trying to bring her to her climax.
"NOW, BABY!" she cried. "NOW! NOW! OHHHHHHHH! UNGH! OHHHHHHHHH!"
She was a wild, twisting, writhing thing under him, pushing her dribbling cunt up to his face as she pulled his head down into it. He was suffocating, but it was wonderful!
Then she relaxed, going limp all over, letting her arms and legs fall away from him to hang loosely.
He stood up slowly, smiled at her, then took her arm and pulled her up. "I think it's time for the real thing, darling," he said quietly.
"Uh-huh. Let's go to bed."
He put his arm around her, and guided her toward the bedroom. As they walked, she reached over to take his pulsating cock in her warm hand, then looked up lovingly at him.
At Paula's house, Jason and Dulcie were just walking through the door. Dulcie spotted the note on the coffee table, and went over to pick it up.
"They went out some place," she told Jason. "It says they won't be home until late."
"Well," the boy shrugged, "I guess we'll just have to wait up for 'em."
"Want something to eat?" Dulcie asked.
"Naw." He slumped down on the couch, pushing his long legs out in front of him. "Boy, that Joy is really somethin', isn't she?"
"I guess so," she said tartly, sitting down beside him. "If you go for that type."
"Well, she's sure sexy, anyway."
"Humphf! Don't you think I'm sexy too, Jason?"
He looked at her, his eyes dropping down to her sweater-covered tits. "Sure. You've got a terrific frame. But Joy! Wow! She makes a guy feel like she'd ..."
"What, Jason?"
"Oh, you know. Like she'd do more than just neck."
Dulcie slid over on the couch, moving closer to the boy and putting her arm on the back.
"What makes you think I won't?" She reached up to touch his hair lightly.
"Have--have you ever done it?" he asked shyly.
"Done what?" she replied quietly. "Fuck?"
His head spun around at the word, and he looked at her with surprise.
"Sure I have," she continued before he could say anything. "I've done it lots of times. Haven't you?"
"I .. . well, yeah, a couple. But I didn't think you . .."
"Kiss me, Jason, and shut up." She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. When her lips were pressed against his, she reached down and began rubbing the fly of his pants, feeling his teenage tool hardening under her touch.
"Hey!" He broke away quickly, and stood up facing her.
"What the hell are you trying to do?" His pants were bulging, and Dulcie was sure his boyish dick was still getting hard.
"I only touched you," she replied coolly. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" She held out her arms to him. "Come on, Jason. Make love to me. I want it so bad!"
"The folks.. . ! They'll be home pretty soon! We can't!"
"We don't have to take our clothes off," she said coyly. "I'll just take my panties off. All you have to do is take it out. We'll hear them coming."
The look oh his face told her he was ready, so she stood up quickly, pulled her skirt up, and yanked her panties off. Then she held her skirt up so he could see her thin little pouting cunt.
"Don't you want it, Jason? Don't you want to fuck me?"
Dulcie was still a virgin, but she felt safe with her cousin. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, and she wanted the experience so badly it hurt. She'd let boys finger-fuck her to a climax, but had always been afraid to go any farther. Now this was the perfect opportunity to try it out.
"Well?" she urged. "Don't you?"
Jason was looking at her pussy, licking his lips and breathing heavily. "Yeah! Let's do it! Lay down!"
Dulcie sat on the couch, then swung her legs up, holding them apart as she pulled her skirt up. Jason still stared at her damp, hairy pussy as he frantically unzipped his pants and took his tool out. He'd only screwed one girl, and she was the school whore. Dulcie was much better than that.
"Get on top of me," Dulcie said. "Hurry up! I want it before Mom gets home."
The boy climbed up and knelt between her open thighs. He grasped his long lean prong in his hand and punched it at the dark bush that concealed her hole.
"Oh, here!" she cried. "Let me!"
Dulcie brushed his hand away, grabbed his feverish dong, then began rubbing it on her snatch until she found the hole. She slid the tip in, then let go.
"Shove it in, Jason! All the way! Ohhhhhhh!"
He moved his legs back and rammed his dong into her moist, hot tube, pushing it in until he felt something hit the end.
"Unghh! Unghhh!" he grunted. "Oh, Dulcie! Ohhhhhh!"
"Jeez, your tool's big, Jason," she sighed. "Oh, that makes me tingle all over! Pump me, now! I Fuck me!"
"Your cunt's so tight," he grunted, hunching into her and ramming it in to the end every time. "It's squeezing my cock!"
"Ummmmmm! Don't talk, Jason. Just fuck me good! Ohhhh! Harder! Do it harder and faster! Ummmmm! Ungh! Ohhhhhh!"
She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down, holding him tightly against her lush body. She could feel his rod in her cunt, sliding in and out, rubbing her tissues with a wonderful sensation.
"Oh, wow!" Jason shouted. "Ohhhhh! I'm going to shoot it up you! Unghhhhhhh! Whooof! Ummmm! Jesus! Ohhhhhh!"
As soon as his fluid was spurting against her womb, Dulcie exploded, shaking and trembling with the fantastic feeling of hot juice slamming into her cunt. Her legs went high in the air as she had her climax, clinging to the slim young boy with her arms.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned. "Ohhhhhh! Oh, God! Ummmmmm!"
Sperm was still trickling from his sagging prong as Jason stood, his chest heaving and his body trembling.
"Jesus, Dulcie! I mean, wow!"
"Me too! Jeez! That was super!" She looked at his proud young prick, wilting now from the expulsion of juice. "Can't you keep it hard? I want it again!"
"No! They're going to be here pretty soon. We can't take the chance. We'll have to do it some other place the next time. Some place where we won't have to worry about anyone coming in!"
Dulcie laid there smiling, her legs still spread. She knew just the place. If her mother could fuck there, so could she!
"Okay." She got up, picked up her panties, then went to the bathroom. She didn't know whether she should take a douche or not, but decided it would be too risky. So she wiped her box, slipped her panties on, then joined Jason.
"I liked that," she grinned. "You really know how."
"Maybe next time, we could do something else," Jason said. "Oh? What?"
"I'd like to fuck you without any clothes on at all. And I'd like to eat your pussy, and suck your tits and everything!"
"You'd better stop talking like that! I may rape you right here!" She laughed and sat next to him.
"Maybe you'd like to . . ." He was interrupted by the phone ringing in the hallway, Dulcie jumped up and ran to the phone. "Hello?"
"Is Mrs. Cromwell in?" a husky male voice asked.
"No. She's out right now. Can I take a message?"
"Yeah, kid. Tell her Mr. Mazonne called. Tell her I just wanted to remind her about our appointment tomorrow. I wouldn't want her to forget."
Dulcie wrote the information down on a pad next to the phone.
"All right. I'll tell her. Good-bye."
The man hung up without another word.
"Who was that?" Jason asked when she returned.
"Oh, nobody. It was for my Mom. Now, what were you going to say?"
"I was going to say, maybe you'd like to kiss my cock, next time."
"Jason! I couldn't do anything like that!"
"Not even if I ate your pussy?"
She'd heard about those things, but had never done them. She didn't want to appear dumb to Jason, but she wanted to hear more about it.
"How would we do it?" she asked innocently.
"There's only one way, girl! I put my cock in your mouth and you suck on it. I lick your cunt with my tongue. It's supposed to be real cool!"
"Well, maybe. But I don't know if I could get it in my mouth. It's so big!"
"We better stop talking like this, Dulcie. I've got a hard-on all over again, and I wouldn't want my Dad to see me like this."
He started talking about the movie they'd seen, but Dulcie still had her mind on what he'd said about eating and sucking. She remembered she had seen her parents do that. It can't be too bad, she thought. But I wonder what a cock tastes like? I know. Joy could tell me! I heard she does it all the time!
Dulcie interrupted Jason by saying, "Let's go get a bottle of pop. Sex makes me thirsty."
"Want to do it straight, the first time?" Dick asked when they reached the edge of the bed.
"I.. . if you don't mind, darling, I'd like to get on top. I can get more of you in me that way."
Dick nodded his head. "Anything you want, sweet."
He laid down on his back, his shaft pointing at the ceiling, and he put his legs together. Paula climbed up, straddled him, then took his prick in her hand. She bent her head down to watch what she was doing, then guided his iron-stiff rod between the trembling folds of her cunt and into her juicy hole.
As soon as the head was inserted, she put her hands on his shoulders, smiled at him, then eased her pussy down very slowly until she could feel his pelvic hair mixing with hers.
"Nice, honey!" he grinned.
"I'm going to fuck you very slowly, dear," Paula said. "I want to feel every delicious inch of that prick."
She relaxed her body and settled down on top of him, not moving. "Ummmmm, Dick! It's clear up to my waist!"
"Right about there," he said, touching her belly button with his finger. "God, you feel good!"
"Hold my tits, Dick. Caress them while I fuck you."
He wrapped his hands around her mounds and kneaded them gently as she began sliding up his prong. Her eyes were closed as she started a slow-motion pump on his cock, squeezing her twat together tightly as she slid up and down.
"Dick," she murmured. "Oh, Dick!"
"Fuck me, baby," he grunted, hunching up to meet her ass.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. "My God! Ohhhhhhh!"
"Slam down on it, honey! Fuck it off me! Stick it way up into your belly! Ungh! Ungh! Aarrgghhhhhh!"
"Oh, Dick! I can't wait! I can't! Ummmmm! Ummmmm!"
Paula swivelled her ass, corkscrewing up and down on Dick's shaft, swirling and twisting her cunt, forcing his rod to hit every delicate tissue in her tube.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Oh, Lord! Ummmm! Unghhhhh!"
Dick arched his back, leaning up to take a nipple in his mouth and suck as she hunched and pumped on his prick.
"DICK!" she screamed. "NOW! OH, DICK! NOW! OHHHHHHH!"
He threw himself back on the bed, hunching his ass up into her, jamming his cock in as far as it would go, then he blew off.
They both stiffened in orgasm, jerked and writhed, then she sagged down on top of him, exhausted. They lay there for some time, regaining their composure, then Paula got up and hurried into the bathroom.
"Don't you think we should be getting back?" Paula asked when she returned. "We've been gone a long time."
"Yeah. I suppose so." He swung his legs over the bed and stood up. "Let's go get dressed."
On the way home in the car, Paula took Dick's prong out of his pants and held it lovingly and tenderly, all the way home.
CHAPTER SIX
"Mom, a Mr. Mazonne called," Dulcie said as Paula and Dick walked in. "He said to remind you about your appointment tomorrow."
Paula turned to look at Dick, stark terror in her eyes. That filthy man was bothering her at home now! What would come next when he found out she didn't have the pictures?
"It's okay," Dick said comfortingly. "I'll be there too. We'll take care of it together."
Both Dulcie and Jason looked at their parents with puzzled expressions, but didn't ask any questions.
"Well, I guess we'd better be going, Jason," Dick said. "The girls are probably tired. Paula, I'll meet you at the studio at eight in the morning. We can go over things then. Good night."
When Dick and his son had gone, Dulcie and Paula went to bed, each thinking about their own personal experiences that night, and what could happen in the future.
Paula was already sweeping up in the studio when Dick came in, bright and cheerful.
"Good morning," he beamed. "Looks like it's going to be a nice day."
"How can you say that?" Paula countered. "Mazonne is going to be madder than hell when he finds out we don't have anything for him."
"I'm not too worried about Mazonne," Dick said confidently. "Where else is he going to get those pictures? Obviously, he doesn't have any other sources, or even if he does, he needs us more than we need him. I'll take care of Mr. Mazonne."
"I wish I were that optimistic. I'm afraid!"
"Don't be. Now, show me the other shots you and Donald took. I want to see exactly what Mazonne wants."
Paula went to the filing cabinet and pulled out the folders that contained pictures of the kids. She leafed through them quickly to make sure everything was there, then handed them to Dick.
"That's it," she said. "At least all I know about. The ones I took last night aren't developed yet, though."
"Fine." Dick sat down at the desk, turned on the small lamp, and began going through the folders. He whistled several times while Paula finished cleaning up, and she knew he was looking at the pictures of Joy.
When she was done, Paula pulled another chair up near the desk, and lit a cigarette.
"See what I mean?" she said. "I didn't believe Donald could get himself involved with something like that, until. . . until Mazonne confirmed it."
Dick pulled out a pack and lit up. "Well, the pictures themselves aren't so bad. I mean, after all, the kids are doing it anyway. We're just taking pictures of them. It's certainly not legal, but the question of morality is something else again."
Paula was shocked. "You mean you condone this?"
"No, I don't condone it. I'm just trying to be reasonable. Look at it this way. If we weren't doing it, someone else would. And it's a lot of money. For both of us! I don't think we should do it permanently, but until we get things straightened out, it looks like a good deal to me."
"Dick! I'd never believe you could talk like that! I want to get out of this mess as soon as I can! I can't stand it!"
"Be reasonable, Paula. We need the money. We're not really hurting the kids. As I said, they'd be doing it anyway. We're only taking advantage of an existing situation."
Paula angrily reached over to the desk and picked up one of the shots of Joy sucking Billy's prick. The girl was bent over, her mouth over his dong, with almost half of it buried between her lips.
"Do you think that's right? Do you?"
"How about you last night, Paula?" Dick said quietly. "You were sucking him off, too. Remember?"
She dropped the picture back on the desk and slumped in her chair. "You're right. That's just as bad, isn't it?"
"Not bad, honey. Just honest. You liked to suck the boy off, didn't you? Hell, I'd like to have that little girl blow me any time! And she'd probably like to! Remember what you told me about Joy and Billy on the couch? That's what I mean. They liked eating each other. And I'd be willing to bet they do it whether they're here or not."
Paula nodded in agreement. "I suppose you're right. It's just that it seems so . .."
"Bad? Well, it's not the way I'd choose to make a living, but we don't have much choice, right now. Tell you what. Let's talk to Mazonne, then we'll decide what we're going to do. Is that agreeable?"
"Yes. Oh, Dick! I'm so glad you're here! I need a man to help me!"
He stood up, bent over, and kissed her. "I'm glad I'm here. Don't worry, now. Leave it all to me. Okay?"
"Okay."
It was a little after eleven when Mazonne came in. Paula was in front, and Dick was in the studio going over their past-due accounts.
"Hi," Mazonne sneered. "Did you get my message last night?"
"Yes I did!" Paula said, angrily. "I never want you to call at my home again! Do you understand me?"
"I won't have to, as long as you give me the stuff. Just like I won't have to send those pictures out, if you don't fuck me around."
"Come in back," Paula said. "I want you to meet someone."
He was surprised, but followed her through the curtain. As soon as he saw Dick, he stopped. His hand went to his back pocket, but he didn't pull anything out, although he was ready.
"Mr. Mazonne, I'd like you to meet my brother-in-law. Mr. Richard Cromwell, Mr. Mazonne."
Dick stood up. "I won't shake hands with a creep like you, Mazonne, but from now on, I'm the one you deal with. Got that?"
"Who the hell do you think you are, callin' me a creep?" Mazonne exploded. "You shut your mouth, or I'll shut it for you! Permanently!"
"Just wanted you to know where we stood, Mazonne. Now, I don't have any shots for you today, but I'll have some for you by Monday. Take it or leave it. And I'm not worried about your threats. You stand as much to lose with the cops as we do, and you know it. And if you should do anything with those shots of Paula, you'll never get another picture from us. Understood?"
"Big shot, ain't ya? Think you got me over a barrel, don't ya? Well, you ain't, but I ain't goin' to argue about it right now. I'll be back Monday, and if you don't have those pics for me, we'll see who's got who. You got me?"
"Fine. Now get out of here, Mazonne. You stink up the place."
Mazonne made another motion toward his back pocket, but he stopped suddenly and sneered. "Okay, okay. See you Monday."
When he had gone, Paula crossed the room and threw her arms around Dick's neck, holding him tightly as she trembled and shook.
"Hey," Dick said soothingly. "Take it easy. The worst is over. All we have to do now is get the pictures. Tell you what. Let's close up and go to your house for lunch. We can have a few drinks, relax, then we'll come back. Okay?"
"I'm so worried about you, darling," Paula groaned. "You shouldn't have talked to him like that."
"It's the only talk he understands, Paula. Now, let's get going."
They went to the house, had two highballs and lunch, then returned to the studio. Paula was in a better frame of mind, and felt more confident than she had in a long time. They had agreed that she would call Billy, have him get in touch with the others, and have them all at the studio that evening at seven.
Dick watched the front while Paula made the call, and she was happy when Billy agreed and told her the others would be there, because of the increase in the money.
Paula developed all the pictures that had come in from customers, then took care of the ones she had taken. At five they closed up and went to Paula's house for dinner with their children.
Dulcie and Jason seemed quite pleased that their parents were going out for the evening, leaving them alone, but Dick and Paula were so wrapped up in what they had to do they didn't notice.
When they arrived back at the studio, Paula set things up while Dick made sure there were enough blank plates to take all the shots they were going to need. At five to seven, everything was ready, and Paula was looking nervously at Dick when there was a light tapping at the back door.
Paula answered it, and all three children were standing in the alley. They smiled as they filed in past her, but stopped in their tracks when they saw Dick standing by the desk. They looked at one another, undecided what to do.
"It's all right," Paula said as she closed the door. "I want you all to meet my brother-in-law, Richard Cromwell. Dick, this is Joy, Billy and Tim."
"Hi!" Dick greeted them, smiling affably.
"Hey! What is this?" Tim asked Paula. "You said he wouldn't have anything to do with this!"
"Well, I wasn't going to," Dick said pleasantly, "but Mrs. Cromwell needed some help, and asked me to give her a hand. I know all about what's been going on. I've even seen the pictures. So you don't have to worry about me." He grinned. "I'm really a nice guy!"
"Gee, I don't know," Joy said. "We didn't think .. ."
"It's still twenty dollars," Paula said quickly. "That's a lot of money, isn't it, Joy?"
The girl nodded, then the three children looked at each other silently for a moment. The agreement was made.
"Okay," Tim said. "Let's get with it. What do you want us to do?"
"All of you undress," Paula said happily. "Then we'll try to figure out what we need."
At the house, Jason and Dulcie had changed into swim suits and were out at the pool. Two floodlights lit up the small patio surrounding the water, and they were both drying off after a quick swim.
"Dulcie, how long do you think they'll be gone?" Jason asked as he sat on a chaise lounge and picked up his bottle of pop.
"I don't know. I imagine quite a while. Do you want to do something?" An impish glint was in her eye, and Jason caught it.
"You know I do," he said, letting his eyes rove over her lithe body, covered by only a very brief bikini. "Don't you want to fuck again?"
The girl picked up her pop, and sat down next to him. "You know I do. But I was thinking about what you said last night. Do you really want me to suck you off?"
"Hell, yes! Don't you want me to eat your cunt?"
"I... yeah, I guess so. Want to go in the house?"
"Why not do it out here? Nobody could see us if we turned off the lights. I think it'd be a lot better than inside."
Dulcie looked around at the surrounding houses. Most of the lights were off, and there was hardly a sound in the entire neighborhood. She thought about seeing her parents out here doing it, and she decided if they could, so could she.
"Okay. Let's take our suits off." She bolted up, pulled her bottoms off, then slid the top off her arms.
It was the first time Jason had seen her naked, and he drew in his breath as he stared at her. The nipples of her tits were bright pink against the creamy whiteness of her large, well-formed mounds, making them as pointed as bullets.
Her cunny was as he remembered it; deliciously inviting and covered with dark brown hair that flowed smoothly up her muscled belly. He wasn't able to move or speak for a moment, then realization hit him.
"Hey!" he cried. "The lights!"
He ran to turn them off, then returned to the chaise. He had a hard time getting his trunks off over his stiffened cock, but he finally managed. Then the two of them stood staring at each other's body in the moonlight, tensely aware of what was about to happen.
"Lay down, Jason," Dulcie said. "I'll get on top of you."
He dropped the back of the chaise lounge, then laid down, his prong gleaming in the half-light. Dulcie mounted his face, positioning her legs so she would be comfortable, then eased down until her pussy-hair was brushing against Jason's nose.
She bent down, and with one hand skinned Jason's cock back until the entire purple head was exposed. As she gently licked the tip of his throbbing shaft, she hunkered down farther, putting her hot, moist cunny on his face.
"Ummmmmmm!" she moaned quietly as she felt Jason's hot tongue touching her cunt, forcing the lips apart to get at the wet folds inside. "Ummmmmmmm! Ummmmmmmmmmm!"
Jason reached up with both hands and pulled her pussy down until it was spread over his face, then he began licking with a frenzy, using his tongue to tickle her clit and cream her hole.
"Uuuunnnnngghhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Uuuggghhhhhhhh!"
Dulcie had never tasted a prick, and was surprised at how sweet it was. She sank her mouth even farther down his shaft, letting her tongue run around the pulsating prong as she used her entire mouth to suck and pull on it.
"Ummmmmmmm! Ummmmmmm!" The head of his dick felt so good against the inside of her mouth. The head was smooth and hard, the foreskin pliable, and the lower part hairy, She was more excited than she had ever been! And with Jason's hot tongue lapping at her cunt, she was in heaven!
"Oooooooooooo!" Jason gasped from between her thighs as he felt her mouth going farther and farther down his staff. It was terrific! Now he knew why so many kids liked this! Getting a blow-job and eating a cunt at the same time! It was almost better than fucking!
They writhed and twisted, moaned and groaned as their hot mouths worked each other over. Jason was hunching his ass up to her face, and Dulcie was swirling hers around his licking tongue.
"Ummmmmmm!" Dulcie cried in her throat. "Ummmmmm!"
"Ohhhooooooohhhhhhhhh!" Jason moaned, trying desperately to get his tongue even farther into her hole as she sucked and pulled on his dong.
Dulcie felt the quaking in his loins and at the bottom of his shaft and knew he was about to shoot off. She wasn't sure she wanted to take it in her mouth, but when the fluid began gushing against her tongue and throat, and she tasted how sweet it was, she slurped hungrily and greedily for more.
"Ummmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned.
"Ummmmmm!" Then she hit her peak and had her orgasm.
Jason dived into her cunt frantically when his hot cum exploded, then he could taste her juice running out of her hole and into his waiting mouth and he knew she had done the same thing.
They hunched and pumped and writhed for a minute, then went limp, exhausted from the excitement and the wonderful feeling of contentment.
Dick couldn't help staring at Joy. She was so beautiful it was almost a sin. He wondered absently whether his statement about her sucking him off was true. He'd sure like to find out! Just once, he'd like to have her wrap those luscious lips around his dong and blow him off. But he knew he'd have to stick to business tonight. Things had to be done.
"All right," Paula said. "Tim, you lay down on the couch on your back. Joy, get between his legs and put his cock in your mouth, then Billy will get behind you and stick his prick in your pussy."
Joy looked at her, startled. "I don't want to be fucked, Mrs. Cromwell! Honest!"
"Billy won't fuck you, dear. He'll just put it in, so we can take a few pictures. Billy, I don't want you to pump her when you get it in!"
"I won't," the boy said quietly, but he was obviously very unhappy about the decision.
Tim laid down, Joy climbed up and put her lips around his upright shaft, then Billy moved up to Joy's perfectly-formed ass and jammed his prick in to the hilt.
"Okay," Paula smiled. "Turn your heads away." Click.
"Now, one more." Click.
"Fine. Now we'll do it differently. Joy, move up and put your pussy over Tim's face. That's it. Now Billy, move around to the other end of the couch so Joy can suck you. That's what we want." Click.
"Another one." Click.
Dick had been standing back out of the glare of the spotlight during the posing, and his prick was so hard he thought it was going to burst through his pants.
Just once, he thought. Just once, I'd like to have Joy suck me off. God, she's beautiful! And those tits! I'd never stop blowing off if I ever got it in her mouth!
He turned his gaze to Paula, who was going about the posing like a professional, which she was. But he knew she was getting hot also. She'd probably like to take one of those boys' cocks in her mouth, too! he thought. Can't say as I blame her. My prick isn't much bigger than theirs, and they're younger, too!
Paula went on posing the children until she was sure she had enough pictures to satisfy Mazonne. By the time she told them to go ahead and get dressed, she was so sexually hungry she could hardly stand it.
She smiled at Dick as she took the money from her purse to pay them off, glancing down to see his pants bulging out in front.
"Get's to you too, huh?" she said.
"Yeah. I can see this is going to be difficult. Hurry up and get them out of here, and we'll do something, too."
When the kids had gone, Paula switched off the spotlights, covered the camera, then sat down at the desk.
"I just can't do much more of this, darling," she said, lighting a cigarette with shaky hands. "I get so hot, it's almost unbelievable! If I could, I'd just dive right in there with them."
"I know," Dick said soothingly. "But we've still got each other. We may not be as young as they are, but we've still got plenty of fire."
Dick was standing almost in front of her, his huge staff pushing at his pants. Paula looked at it longingly for a moment, then dropped her cigarette in the ash tray and sank to her knees at his feet.
"Ohhhhhh, Dick!" she croaked. "Ohhhhhhhh!"
She unzipped his pants and took his swollen prong out, holding it lovingly and caressing it with her fingers. She glanced up at his face, desire flaming in her eyes, then skinned it back and pushed her mouth over it.
"Unnnnggghhhhhh! Oh, Paula! Do you want to suck me off?"
She nodded her head, his prick filling her mouth so she couldn't speak. She began bobbing her head up and down on his rod, sucking and pulling with her mouth, the slurping sounds filling the studio.
Her lips were still sliding up and down on his shaft, her tongue licking and lapping as she pulled her skirt up with her free hand, reached under her panties, and shoved two fingers deep into her hot, aching cunt.
As she sucked and licked on Dick's pulsating prick, her hand pumped violently at her pussy, rubbing her clit and jamming her fingers in and out of her flaming cunny.
"Unnnggghhhhh!" Dick shouted. "Oh, Paula! Aarrgghhhh! I think . . . aarrggghhhhh! Unghh! Ungghh! Whhoooofff! Unghhhh!"
His liquid cum spilled into her mouth in a steady stream. He had no control over it, and didn't want any. He grasped her head with his hands and held her face against his shaft as he felt all of his fiery juices course through his tube and down her waiting throat.
"Ummmmmmm!" Paula moaned, reaching her climax at the moment his sticky cum stopped flowing over her tongue. "Ummmmmm!"
Her body arched for a moment, then she shivered violently before pulling her mouth away from his prick and standing up.
"I hope you wanted that as much as I did," she whispered, the taste of his cum still in her mouth.
"God, yes! I was ready!" He put his arms around her, and could feel her belly still quivering against his naked shaft.
"I'm so glad you sucked me off, darling. I wanted you to do it this afternoon, but I didn't think you'd want to."
"Oh, Dick," she moaned, "I'll suck you whenever you want to! Any time, anywhere! Honest!"
"Thank you." He held her away from him. "What do you say we call it a night, and go home? I'll come down tomorrow and develop the pictures. At least I know enough to do that. Don taught me one time."
"I'm ready. Almost. Let me go put a new face on, then we can go." Paula went to the bathroom, still not satisfied, but feeling better than she had.
Dick stacked the plates, carried them to the developing room, then straightened everything up. He still couldn't get Joy out of his mind. The thought of her sucking him off just hung there, like an itch he couldn't scratch. He wished fervently there was something he could do about it.
"All set?" Paula came back, picked up her bag, and went to the back door.
"Yep. Turn off the lights, and we'll head home. I need a good stiff drink, and I'm sure you do too."
When they arrived, Jason and Dulcie were sitting in the living room, fully clothed, watching television.
It all looks so peaceful, Paula thought after Dick had mixed them a drink and they were all sitting together. I wonder what Dulcie would say if she knew I had just sucked Dick's cock off?
Mother looks so happy, Dulcie was saying to herself. I hope she never finds out about Jason and me fucking. She'd never understand.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next morning, Sunday, Dick read the paper leisurely, dropped Jason off at the park where he was to play in a scratch football game, then went to the studio to develop the plates from the night before.
It was past noon before he was finished, had the prints drying, and was washing out the vats. From time to time he glanced up at the glossy prints hanging on the wire and stared at Joy, mounted in different positions with the boys.
Merely developing those pictures had given him a hard-on, and the more he saw of her, the more he wanted her. Only now it was more than just wanting her to suck him off; he wanted to fuck her so badly his balls ached.
He tried to rationalize that it wasn't immoral. After all, one cock was the same as another. It shouldn't make any difference to her whether it was his prick, or Billy's, or Tim's that punched her. Or which one she sucked, for that matter. That they were children and he was a full-sized adult didn't matter, either.
As he washed and dried his hands, the work complete, he continued to gaze at the fantastic young body, imagining what he could do with it. Then he heard a small sound behind him, where he had opened the door to let fresh air into the small room.
He spun around, and looked directly into Dulcie's face.
She was staring at the pictures hanging from the wire, and her expression showed something more than interest. She was trying to place the people in the pictures, and was frowning as she tried to jog her memory.
"Joy!" she exclaimed before Dick could say anything. "It's Joy!"
"Dulcie! What are you doing here? Why aren't you with your mother?"
Dick tried to stand in front of her to block her view, but she stood up on tiptoe and peered over his shoulder, looking at the pictures intensely.
"And--and that's Tim Agee! I know his hair! What...?"
Dick pushed her aside and closed the door, hiding the pictures from view. He tossed the towel he was still carrying onto the desk and lit a cigarette, trying to appear casual.
"What were those?" Dulcie gasped in almost a whisper. "Where did you get those pictures? I know those kids! I know them!"
"Dulcie, let me explain. It's all rather involved, but I know you'll understand. You're a big girl, now. Sit down, and I'll try to tell you all about it."
"But--but, Joy was . . . ! She was sucking their ... !"
"I know, honey. I know. Sit down, Dulcie. Please. It's a long story."
The girl dropped into a chair as though she was stoned, her eyes fixed on Dick wonderingly. He sat down on the edge of the desk and told her the whole story, explaining each part as he came to it, holding back nothing except the pictures Mazonne had of her mother. When she understood that her mother had been doing it as much for her as for herself, and that Mazonne's threat was real, sympathy showed on her face.
Dick told her about the night before, why they had to have the shots right away, and why he was developing them now. When he was through, he lit another cigarette and tried to study her reaction.
"Do you understand, Dulcie?" he asked quietly.
"Uh-huh. I understand. It's just that. .. well, it was a shock. I go to school with those kids. I didn't know anything like this was going on. Poor Mom!"
"Don't worry, honey. I'll get us out of this. But we'll have to be very careful. You mustn't say anything about this to anybody. As a matter of fact, I think it would be best if your mother didn't know you knew anything about it. It would make it easier for her."
"Oh, I won't say anything. I promise. Not even to Mom. I think she'd faint if she thought I knew."
"Good girl!" Dick stood up, ready to leave.
"Dick? Could I see all of them? I mean the ones in there and the rest, too?"
He looked at her for a second, making up his mind, then said, "Yeah! Why not? It can't do any harm now."
He went to the filing cabinet, unlocked it, then handed her the folders of pictures taken before he arrived. She sat down at the desk to go through them, and he went back to the dark room to take the others off their hangers and put them into a bundle. When he brought those to the desk, Dulcie was pouring over the shots with interest, looking at each one carefully.
"Dick, why are the boys always . . . hard? Even when Joy isn't in them?"
"I guess all they had to do was think about her, and their impulses took over."
"Does she have that much affect on guys?"
"Some, I guess. She's pretty good looking. You'll have to admit that."
Dulcie remembered what Jason had said the other night, and nodded her head. "I guess so."
When Dulcie got to the pictures of Joy with the two boys, sucking one and getting fucked by the other, she trembled. Two at the same time! she thought. Wow! That must be terrific!
She was getting so hot her pussy was burning, and her belly was jumping from her contractions. Her panties were even getting wet, but she couldn't stop looking!
"All through?" Dick asked when she came to the last shot.
"Yeah. God, Dick! Those are really something!"
"They sure are." He picked them all up, put them back in the folders, then stuck them in the filing cabinet.
"You say Mom's paying them twenty dollars a night for doing that?"
"Uh-huh. She has to, or they wouldn't do it."
"Shit! I only get five dollars a week allowance! I ought to start modeling, too!"
"Now, you know your mother would never allow that! She'd have a fit if she knew you saw these pictures. Besides, you don't want to do what Joy does."
"Why not?" Dulcie stood up. "Why shouldn't I? I've got as good a body as she does! And I'd be earning the money, wouldn't I?"
"Forget it, honey. It just won't work. Let's go, now. I have to pick up Jason at the park."
"Wait just a minute!" Dulcie exclaimed. "I'll show you!"
Quickly, before Dick could stop her, she had stripped off her dress, tossed it on the chair, and was sliding her panties down her legs.
"Stop, Dulcie! Don't do that!"
"I'll show you!" She pulled her panties off, then unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. "There! Look at that! Isn't that as good as Joy's? Maybe better?"
All Dick could do was stare. Her supple young body was a sight to behold. Though her tits weren't as big as Joy's, the rest of her body was much more perfect; the beautifully-tapered legs, the nicely-rounded buttocks, and the full pelvis that rounded out from her taut belly.
"Dulcie," he gasped, "you shouldn't be doing this. You'd better put your clothes back on."
She was so young and beautiful. Dick's prick was growing rapidly in his pants, pushing the front out, and the ache he had felt earlier returned. His balls were throbbing! He knew he should turn away and not look at her, but he couldn't help himself. She was too much!
"No. I want you to take a picture of me. Just like you did of Joy. Then we'll see who's the best."
"I can't. I don't know how to operate the camera. There's no way we could do it."
"All right, then tell me. Did Joy really suck those guys off? Did they go all the way?"
"No. She just put her mouth on their . . . their cocks. She didn't really suck them off." He shouldn't be talking to her like this, but she was forcing it. And things were rapidly getting out of hand.
"Well, I can do that, too! What's so hard about putting your mouth on an old cock?"
She stepped over to him, and before he knew it, had his pants unzipped and was pulling his shaft out.
"Dulcie!" He grabbed for his cock to put it back, but she brushed his hand away, bent over, and slid her lips down his rod. He started to back away, but the desire was too great. There was no way he could stop now. He relaxed and let his hands drop to his sides as she moved her lips up and down on his jerking shaft.
"Dulcie," he whispered, "don't do it too long. I won't be able to keep from shooting off, if you do it too much."
She shook her head without taking her mouth from his cock, then sank down on her knees to get a better angle on it. She put one hand on the base of his prick, then licked and sucked on it harder, using her tongue to rub around the tender head.
"Unnnnggghhhhhh! Dulcie! Don't! I'll have to shoot off in your mouth! Don't! Unggghhhhh!"
He put his hands on the top of her head when she showed no signs of stopping. His legs were shaking, and his knees felt weak. He looked down and watched as her head bobbed up and down on his dong, sucking and pulling, licking and lapping.
His hot sticky cum spilled into her mouth, and she swallowed it as fast as it shot out, sucking greedily for more. Her entire body was quivering as his juice flowed down her throat, tasting as sweet as Jason's had. Then it was all over.
Dulcie stood up with a proud smile on her face.
"Can Joy do that? Can she? I told you I was as good as she is! Even better!"
Dick slumped into a chair, a smile on his face. "Dulcie, I have to admit it. You're terrific! But that still doesn't change anything. Your mother will never let you do that to the boys. Never! And I hope you're not going to tell her about this."
"Of course I won't." She began putting her clothes back on. "I've got some sense. I just wanted to prove something to you, that's all. But I'm not going to forget about the posing. I can do anything she can do! I know I can!"
"Well, we'll see, honey. Let's go. I'll take you home after I pick up Jason. I want to talk to your mother anyway."
He tucked his shriveled shaft back into his pants while Dulcie combed her hair, then they left.
Jason was hot and sweaty when they picked him up, still Dulcie gave him a tender look. Dick didn't notice. He was still enjoying the blow-job of a few minutes ago, and felt both content and unfulfilled. He wanted more than that, now.
When they arrived at the house, Paula took one look at the boy and suggested a swim. Over Dick's protests she dug out a set of trunks that Donald had used, and insisted that he join them.
When they were all at pool side, Paula asked Dulcie how she managed to come with Dick and Jason.
"Oh, I went down to the studio to talk Dick into moving in with us. We've got plenty of room, Mom. I told Jason last night that it seemed silly for them to have an apartment when they could be staying here. Don't you think that would be cool?"
Paula had caught her breath when her daughter said she had been at the studio. But as Dulcie continued talking, it was clear she hadn't seen anything she shouldn't have, so Paula forgot about it.
"Why, of course, dear." Paula turned to Dick. "I do think that would be . . . ah, cool. It's ridiculous for you to be paying all that rent when you could live here. We could share all the expenses, and both of us could save money."
"It's not a bad idea," Dick said, but he was wondering if Paula was asking for more than that. If they both lived in the same house, they wouldn't be able to control their sexual activities, and that could prove embarrassing. "I'll think it over and let you know tomorrow. How's that?"
"Perfect," Dulcie squealed, then ran to jump in the pool to tell Jason.
Paula watched how Dick looked at the girl when she moved off, and was proud of the way he stared at her offspring.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Paula remarked.
"Yes. Yes, she is. Almost as beautiful as her mother."
"Oh, Dick!" She was flattered. Not just because of the compliment, but because he sounded so sincere. "How about a tall drink?"
"I could sure use one. Make mine bourbon and water, will you? Light on the water."
"Jason!" Dulcie said excitedly. "Mom talked to your dad, and he's going to think it over and let us know. He sounded like he was really interested!"
"Good deal! We could be together as much as we wanted, if he said yes. Damn! We could fuck all over the place!"
"Shhhhh! They might hear you!" She glanced up to see her mother go inside, and Dick was leaning back on the chairs to get some sun.
"Just think, Jason! Every day! We could fuck every day!"
"Yeah! God, I'm going to have to stay in the pool for a while. I've got a hard-on just thinking about it!"
Dulcie giggled. "Want me to take care of it for you?"
"Stop it! You want me to get in trouble? Now, go swim for a while. Leave me alone till it goes - down."
Paula came out with the drinks and glanced at the kids in the pool as she sat down. Through the clear water she could make out a huge bulge in the front of Jason's trunks, and she wondered what would get him that way. Dulcie was swimming in the far end, so it couldn't be her. Hmmmmmmmm.
"Tastes good, Paula. Thanks." Dick took another sip.
"You know, Dick, you really should come here. Besides saving money, there would be fringe benefits."
"Like? ..."
"Like me, you dope!" Paula laughed. "We shouldn't have to sneak around like a couple of kids. If you lived here, we could do it whenever we wanted to."
"Except for the kids," Dick reminded her. "We couldn't fuck in front of them."
"Hush! They're not very far away, you know. I don't want them to know what we're talking about, even though I like to hear it."
"All right. But if you don't want me to get hard, you better go put your robe on, and hide those magnificent tits."
Dick and Jason left reluctantly right after dinner. Paula had said she was tired, or Dick would have thought up some excuse to get the kids away from there and go to bed with her. Jason was disgusted because they didn't.
After they had gone, Dulcie helped her mother with the dishes, then they sat in the living room for a while, watching T.V. Dulcie waited until her mother had relaxed with a drink and a cigarette before saying anything about the studio, but she had to say something. It had been on her mind all afternoon.
"Mom," she began, "I have something I want to talk to you about."
"What, dear?" Paula hoped it wasn't something that would take a long time, as she wanted to get to bed.
"It's about the studio. The pictures you take there."
"What?" Paula bolted upright, her fingers clenched tightly around her highball.
"The pictures you take of the kids." Dulcie hesitated only a moment, then went on. "You know, the naked ones."
"What are you talking about? What naked ones?"
Oh, Lord, Paula thought. She can't know! She just can't!
"Mom, don't lie to me! I know all about it. I even know who poses for you. Everything!"
"How--how did you find out?" She was numb.
"I just did, that's all. Mom, I know why you're doing it, too. Really I do. It's for me, as well as you. And honest, I don't think it's so bad. Really."
"Oh, Dulcie. I'm so ashamed!" Paula began crying, her sobs wracking her body.
"Please, Mom! Don't cry!" Dulcie crossed to her mother and put an arm around her. "Please don't! It'll be all right! I just know it will!"
When Paula was through, she stared at her daughter through tear-filled eyes. "What--what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Mom, I want to help, too! I want to be one of the models. I'm as good looking as Joy, and I know the boys, too! I could do it good! Really I could!"
"Ohhhhhh, no!" Paula groaned. "I couldn't let you do that! Not for anything! It's . .. it's not what I wanted for you!"
"Look at me, Mom! I'm a grown girl! Nothing like that is going to shock me! Please? Let's talk about it?"
Paula's world was shattered. Her only daughter knew all about her sordid business affairs. She even knew who the kids were that were participating in it. Everything that mattered to her was slowly slipping away! Everything!
"There's nothing to talk about, Dulcie. I couldn't let you become involved. I could never forgive myself. Now, that's all there is to it. I'm going to bed."
"Stop it, Mom!" Dulcie said hotly. "I'm not a kid! I'm a woman! I've even been fucked! Just like you were at the studio the other night!"
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Dulcie regretted them. She didn't want to hurt her mother! She wanted to help her!
"Oh, Mom, forgive me," Dulcie cried. "I didn't mean it. Honest I didn't."
Paula got up slowly, visibly shaken.
"I don't want to talk about it any more tonight. I'll talk to you about it tomorrow when I get home. Good night." She went down the hall to her bedroom and closed the door. Then she threw herself on the bed and cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, Paula was cool as ice when Dick came into the studio. She knew he had to be the one to tell Dulcie. The other children wouldn't have talked. They couldn't afford to. And Dulcie had been here yesterday, while Dick was developing the pictures. It was all fitting into place. But business still had to be carried on, and Dick was a part owner, so she treated him with indifference.
It was wasted, however, as Dick was planning what he was going to say to Mazonne, and hardly noticed her. He put all of the last set of pictures in a manilla envelope, sealed it, then placed it in the top drawer of the desk. He wasn't even going to let Mazonne look at them here. He wanted the hood in the studio as little as possible.
Shortly after two, Mazonne showed up, and it was readily apparent he had been drinking. His eyes were glazed, and he had a hard time focusing. Besides that, he reeked of booze.
"Whass new?" he asked Paula when he came in.
"See the man in back," Paula said, then turned away to put film on the display shelf.
Mazonne reeled through the curtains, saw Dick, then ambled over to the desk.
"Got somethin' for me, buddy boy?" he sneered drunkenly.
"Yeah! I've got something for you. You can take it with you as you leave."
Dick handed him the envelope, stood up, and began pushing the man toward the drapes.
"Hey? What is this? What the hell do you think you're doin'? Get your fuckin' hands off me!"
"Sure. As long as you keep on going right out the door."
Dick let his hands drop, and Mazonne turned to look at him, an evil glint in his eye.
"You gettin' tough, buddy boy? 'Cause if you are, I can take care of you, any time."
"No. I'm not getting tough. I just don't want you around here. You've got your pictures, now get out!"
"Lemme tell you somethin', wise guy. I got somethin' I want to explain to you. I don't want any more of that horse shit you been givin' me, see? I want somethin' better! More kids! I want different stuff, good stuff! You got me?"
"You'll get what we give you, Mazonne. That's all."
"No, that ain't all! You give me somethin' with different kids in better positions, or every member of the city council and the teachers at the kids' school get a copy of these pictures I got of the dame. Got that?" He sneered again, and took out a long cigar, but didn't put it in his mouth.
"Think you're so fuckin' tough, smart guy, don't ya? Well, think that over! How'd she like to have her daughter's teachers see those pictures? Huh?"
"Mazonne, for Christ's sake. We're doing the best we can. I don't know where we could get any more kids."
Mazonne stuck the cigar in his mouth and lit it, very slowly and carefully. Then he said, "I don't give a good fuck about your problems. Just do it!" He turned and left.
Paula glanced at him as he passed through the front. He looked at her and smiled.
"Hi, doll! Nice to see ya again. Next time I need a good screw, I'll look ya up!" He waved and went out the door, then staggered off down the street.
Paula hurried into the back room, her anger at Dick gone after what had just happened. She needed Dick, and she needed him badly. She couldn't fight Mazonne by herself, and she knew he would carry out his threats.
"Oh, Dick," she cried. "What are we going to do? My God! What are we going to do?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Instead of going home to dinner when they closed up at five, Paula and Dick adjourned to a quiet cocktail lounge down the street and ordered martinis. Paula's nerves were on edge, and Dick was beginning to be concerned about Mazonne.
"Dick, what are we going to do?" She sipped her martini, staring at him over the rim of the glass as she waited for an answer.
"Right now, I don't honestly know. I think you were right the first time, though. I'm sure Mazonne would turn those pictures over if he wasn't satisfied with what we gave him."
"But where are we going to get more children? We can't just go out and ask them in off the street!"
Dick twirled the cocktail glass in his fingers, watching the olive bob. "Well, how did Donald get the others? He must have talked to somebody. It's a cinch the kids didn't approach him. You say they all go to the same school?"
"Yes. The junior high. But I don't know how Donald got in touch with them. I didn't ask, and they didn't tell me."
"You know, don't you, that the more kids we get involved in this thing, the worse it is for us. The more people you let know about something like this, the better the chances that someone will let something slip."
"Yes. I suppose you're right."
They finished their drinks in silence, each trying to sort the problem out in their own minds. Dick ordered two more, and when they came he raised his glass in a toast, grinning.
"Here's to two troubled people. May they find a solution."
"Please don't kid about it, Dick! It's serious!" Paula lit a cigarette, then looked him in the eye. "Dulcie informed me that she knows all about what's happening. You wouldn't know how she found out, would you?"
Dick heaved a sigh, took a swallow of martini, then nodded his head. "Yeah, I know. She came in yesterday while I was finishing up, and she saw the pictures. She recognized Joy and the others. There wasn't anything I could do. I had to tell her all about it."
"That hurt, Dick. That really hurt. Couldn't you have done something else? Gotten her out of there or something?"
"No. By the time I realized she was there, she had already seen the pictures. Paula, I didn't do it on purpose, for God's sake! Surely you don't think I did, do you?"
"No, I guess not. Did she tell you she wants to pose for the pictures?"
"Uh-huh. I told her to forget it. That you wouldn't even consider it. But now, I'm not so sure."
"What? Do you think I'd let her ... ?"
"Now, look, Paula. We're in a bind. I think we should look at all the possibilities. At least think about them, anyway. Our backs are to the wall!"
"I don't even want to talk about it. Let's drop the subject."
Dick shook his head. "Okay. I suppose the offer to move into your place is out, now?"
"I don't know, Dick. I'm so messed up, I can't think. Let me have until tomorrow, will you? All of this is tearing me up, and I can't concentrate on anything."
"All right. We won't talk about that, either.
How about another drink?"
She nodded, and he signaled the waitress.
They sat drinking martinis until almost seven o'clock, and Paula was feeling them. She still felt depressed, but things floated out of her mind, and she was able to ignore her nagging worries.
Dick took her home and wanted to come in, but Paula pleaded a headache, and went in alone. Dulcie had left a note saying she had gone to the movies with a girl friend and would probably spend the night. She had waited until the last minute to tell Paula in person, but had to go.
Paula went into the kitchen, mixed herself a highball, then on impulse downed a straight shot of bourbon.
"Better drunk than the way I am," she said aloud.
She took the highball to her bedroom, undressed, then carried the drink into the bathroom where she filled the tub with hot water. After adding fragrant bath salts, she climbed in and soaked, sipping on her highball and trying to forget all that had happened in the last two weeks. After a half hour, the hot water and the drinks had made her groggy, and she was ready for bed.
She went into the bedroom, combed out her long, dark hair, and turned the sheet down. Deciding she wanted one more cigarette before bed, she slipped into a filmy, almost transparent robe and went back to the living room. She had just lit up when the doorbell rang.
She opened the door carefully, hiding behind it to conceal her near-nakedness, and was surprised to see Jason.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I didn't have anything to do, and I thought Dulcie might like to go for a ride or somethin'."
"Well, come on in. She's not here, though. She went out with a girlfriend." She opened the door wide to let him in, then closed it. "Would you like a pop or something? I was just getting ready for bed."
"Naw. Thanks, anyway. But as long as I'm here, I'd like to get my swimming trunks. I left them the other day."
"Sure. Go get them."
Paula turned to walk to the couch, and as she did so, Jason could see the clear outline of her body through the filmy gown. The light was hitting her from the front, and standing behind her, he could make out her cunt hairs in her crotch. When she turned to sit down, he could see the black triangle of her hair over her pussy and the dark nipples of her tits pushing against the light material.
"Hurry, would you, Jason?" Paula said, stifling a yawn. "I want to get into that bed."
"Huh? Oh, sure. Sure." He passed her and went out to the patio where he had hung his trunks to dry after the swim. He snatched them up quickly, hurrying to get back and get another look at his aunt's cunt.
"Find them?" she asked.
"Yeah." She had her eyes closed, and was leaning back on the couch. The gown was clinging to her, and she was nearly naked before his eyes. He swallowed hard, felt his long youthful prick swelling in his pants and wanted to go, but he was rooted to the spot.
"You might as well sit down for a minute, Jason. I'm kind of lonely tonight." She still hadn't opened her eyes. Jason moved over to the couch, dropped his trunks on the coffee table, then sat next to her, still staring at her lightly-covered body.
Paula opened her eyes slightly and turned her head to look at the boy. He was a handsome lad. Quite a bit like his father. She smiled at him, and reached over to pat him on the leg, but she missed and her hand brushed against his hard cock, sticking out so far it was making a tent of his pants.
"Why, Jason! What caused that?" she said sleepily.
"Uhhh. I guess you did."
"Me? Why, how nice, dear." She rubbed the mound with the back of her hand. "I didn't know I had that affect on you!"
"Yeah! You do!" Her hand was still touching his rod, and he felt it jerk uncontrollably. "I.. . I guess I better go."
"No, Jason. Please stay for a while. I need somebody to talk to."
She continued to rub the back of her hand on his pants, sure of what she was doing to him. She had told the truth. She did need someone to talk to. But she also needed love. She was aching to be held and touched, caressed and fucked. It was the only thing that could give her relief from the torment inside.
"Why don't you take it out, Jason?" she asked softly. "I can't really touch it that way."
"I .. . Aunt Paula, I think . . ."
"Oh, go ahead. Nobody's going to know. Go on, Jason."
He unzipped his pants, then struggled to get his hardened shaft out of the opening. When he did, Paula glanced down at it and smiled.
Without a word, she took it in her hand and very gently began sliding his foreskin back and forth over the moist purple head of his youthfully-stiff shaft.
"Feel good?" she murmured.
"Uh-huh! Uhhhhhhhh! Oh, Paula! Uhhhhhhhhhh!"
Suddenly she sat up, unbuttoned her gown and threw it open, then leaned back to put an arm around his shoulders. With her other hand, she encircled his rod and began caressing and fondling it tenderly.
"Massage my pussy, Jason. Please!"
He reached back and put an arm around her, then turned to place a hand on her hot crotch. The instant his hand touched her bush, Paula pulled his head down and kissed him passionately.
His finger plunged into her cunt, and she spread her legs wide to accept his hand. Her tongue darted between his lips as she continued to fondle his prick, playing with it and teasing it with her fingers.
"Jason, you wouldn't mind fucking a tipsy woman, would you?" she whispered.
"No. No! I'm getting so hot, Paula! God! Do you want me to?"
"Yes! Oh, yes! Get up! Hurry!"
Jason stood, then Paula swung her legs up, laying back on the couch with her thighs spread, her gown open.
"Fuck me, Jason! You know how, don't you?"
"Yeah! Oh, God!"
He climbed between her legs, and guided his tool with no effort into her hot, moist tube. The first touch of her fiery cuntal folds against the head of his tense, boyish dick almost made him blow his cum off, but he held back and jammed his youthful prong deep into her belly.
"Ohhhhh, Jason! Jason! Oh, I love you! Fuck me, dear! Oh, stuff it into me! Ummmmmmm! Deeper! Deeper! Ohhhhhh!"
Her tits flattened under his chest as he rested on her. He could feel his balls hitting against her ass as he jammed it in, hunching his ass until it was buried to the hilt, the head of his prick pushing against her womb.
"Unnngghhhhhh!" he groaned. "Oh, Jesus! Unnggghhhh!"
"Fuck me, Jason! Oh, do it to me! Ohhhhhh! Pump it! Faster! Oh, faster! Ummmmmmm!"
She pulled his head down with both her hands and drove her tongue deep into his mouth, searching and probing. She could feel his tool massaging the tissues of her cunny, spreading them with force as he rammed it to her.
"Paula!" Jason cried out. "Paula! I'm... going . . . to . . . shoot . .. off . . . now!"
"Do it! Cream me, Jason! Fill my cunt up! Ohhhhhh! I can't stand it! Ummmmmmmm!"
She felt it spurting against her womb. The hot liquid cum surged out of his jerking prick in a gusher, pouring out to make her vaginal tube even more slippery.
"NOW!" she screamed. "NOW! OH, NOW! OHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Unghhhhhhh!" Jason moaned. "Unggh! Orrrgghhhh! Whoof!"
They lay there panting for a few minutes, then Jason moved his knees up and raised off her. When he stood, cum juice was still dripping from his quivering young prong. He sighed heavily, stuffed his slimy rod back into his pants, and stared at Paula. She was almost asleep, exhausted from the effort.
Very quietly, Jason picked up his trunks, went to the front door and stepped out, locking the knob before he shut it.
When Paula entered the back door of the studio the next morning, suffering from both guilt and a hangover, Dick was standing by the desk, laughing hysterically. She closed the door and stared at him, a quizzical expression on her face.
"Paula!" he shouted when he saw her. "Did you see it? Did you see the morning paper?" He hurried toward her, waving the morning edition.
"No, I haven't. What's the matter?" She wasn't thinking too clearly, and tried hard to concentrate on what he was saying, "Mazonne! He's dead!" Dick pushed the front page of the paper under her nose. "He was killed in a car accident last night!"
"Oh, my God!" Paula took the paper and walked on shaky legs to the desk where she slumped down. The news article was on the bottom of the front page, only an inch or so. It said that an Anthony Mazonne had been killed in a one-car accident on the outskirts of the city, and the official report stated that he had been driving while intoxicated.
"Goddamn!" Dick shouted, throwing his hands in the air. "I can't believe it! We're rid of that sonofabitch once and for all! Hallelujah!"
Paula was speechless. The paper slipped from her weak grasp and fell to the floor. It was over! It was really over! She couldn't believe it. When the realization hit her full force, she buried her head in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.
"Hey, honey! This isn't a time to cry!" Dick said. "We're going to celebrate! That bastard is off our necks for good! Do you understand? For good!"
She cried until there was no more emotion left in her, then she dried her tears and smiled forlornly at Dick. She felt completely vacant. The relief that surged through her body was almost heavenly.
"I'm so happy, Dick. I know I shouldn't say that about somebody dying, but I can't help it. I--I just don't know what to think."
"Don't think about anything, baby! Why don't you go home and relax for a change? I'll watch the store. Tonight we'll all go out for a big dinner, to celebrate. This is the greatest thing that's happened to us in a long time."
"I .. . if you don't mind, I think I will. I don't think I'd be much use around here today, anyway."
"Go on, honey. Take the day off. Go to the beauty shop, or whatever. We've got the world by the balls, now! I'll see you tonight. We'll take the kids with us. Around seven. Now, get the hell out of here!"
Paula gave Dick a long, grateful kiss, then returned home. She spent the remainder of the day luxuriating in her new-found freedom, basking by the pool then taking a solid two hours at the beauty parlor.
Dick handled the studio efficiently, greeting the customers with such enthusiasm that they went away thinking he was a bit deranged. He couldn't have cared less.
The four of them went out to the best restaurant Paula could recommend, and they had a wonderful time. When they returned to the house, Dick told the kids to behave themselves, that he was taking Paula dancing. Jason and Dulcie were elated at the prospect of being alone, but neither Dick nor Paula had a hint as to why.
"Are we really going dancing?" Paula asked when they were back in the car.
"Do you want to?" Dick answered with a sly grin. "Or, would you rather go to my place? I bought a bottle of champagne, and it would be a shame for it to go to waste."
"Champagne my fanny," Paula giggled. "I know what's on your mind. And you know something? It's what I've been thinking about, too."
He patted her thigh, then let his hand rove up to her pelvis. "I'm glad. I think we both need a good fuck right about now."
Inside his apartment, they didn't go through any preliminaries. They walked straight to the bedroom and began undressing. As soon as they were both naked, Dick pulled her into his arms and held her close, his prick pressed hard against her belly.
"God, I've missed you," he whispered.
"Fuck me, darling. Let's not wait any longer."
Paula pulled away from him and backed to the bed. She sat down, then drew her legs up, sliding back to give him room. He looked longingly at her luscious body, her huge tits and her wet gash, then he crawled on top of her.
"I won't be able to hold it back very long," he said, sticking his pulsating dong inside her.
"I don't want you to. I want you to blow off right away. We can fuck some more later. Right now, I just want you to cream in my cunt."
"Here it comes!"
Dick lunged forward, burying his long dong deep into her slippery tube. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wiggled her ass, then pulled him down to her.
"Unnnnnggggghhhhhh!" he groaned. "Paula! Hunch into me! Pump your ass up! Unnnggghhhh! Like that! Ohhhhhh!"
"Dick! Oh, my God! FUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEE!"
It was over quickly. They both had a need that was too demanding to make it last. But they knew there was going to be more, so they were content.
"How about that champagne?" Paula smiled. "You need to build up your juice for the next time, and I've heard wine is just the thing."
"Right!" Dick eased his not-hard prong out of her juice-filled cunt, leaving a small pool of cum on the spread. "Let's go get it."
They walked naked into the kitchen. Dick took the bottle from the refrigerator, got some glasses from the cupboard, and poured.
"To us! May we always have success!"
"To us!" Paula said and smiled.
"Jesus, you're a good fuck, Dulcie," Jason said, rolling over on his back.
They were in her bedroom and the only light was that from the hallway. Dulcie was still quivering, and Jason's relaxing prick was throbbing, liquid gleaming all over it.
"So are you, Jason. I wish we never had to stop. I wish you could stay here in my bed. Then we could fuck any time we wanted to. Wouldn't that be cool?"
"Yeah! Maybe sometime they'll go some place over the weekend. Then we could really sleep together."
"Jason? Am I the best fuck you've ever had?"
"Hell, yes! Why?"
"Oh, I just wondered. Have you ever fucked Joy?"
"Nope. I thought about it a couple of times, but I never had the chance."
"Why, you shit!" she said tartly, raising up on one elbow. "You mean you'd fuck her if you could?"
"Now, don't get mad. I don't know. I suppose I would. I imagine you'd fuck somebody else too, if you had the chance."
Dulcie thought about that for a minute. "Yeah, I guess you're right. It wouldn't be the same though, would it?"
"Naw. You and me, we belong together."
She cuddled into his arms. "We sure do."
The next morning, Dick was dusting off the camera supplies in the glass counter when a small, dapper man came in. He was in his thirties, thin, with a pencil-line mustache. He smiled at Dick, and held out his hand.
"You must be Mr. Cromwell."
"Yes. And you?" Dick asked, shaking with the man.
"Name's Draver. Hal Draver."
"What can I do for you, Mr. Draver? Like to see a camera?"
"No. I got plenty of those. I want to talk to you about a business deal."
"What kind of a deal?" Dick asked warily.
"I'm takin' over Tony Mazonne's territory. You remember Tony? Got himself killed, or did you already hear about it?"
Dick's stomach sank. He felt as though a strap was being pulled tight across his chest. No! It can't be!
"You look a little pale, Mr. Cromwell," Draver said. "You feelin' all right?"
"I .. . yes! Yes, of course. I--I suppose you'll want the same thing Mazonne did?"
"Exactly. I'm takin' over all his accounts. According to his records, you should have something for me every week. Is that right?"
"Well. .." Dick hesitated, wondering just how much Draver knew about the deal.
"In case you're thinkin' about Tony's . . . ah . . . file, he left it in a safe place. I want you to know that I'll take very good care of the pictures he took. He left instructions what to do with 'em if things didn't, ahhh, work out. But I'm sure we won't have any trouble, will we?"
"Draver, please," Dick said, his hands wet with sweat. "I told Mazonne. We'd like to get out of this thing. It's not for us. We'd like to forget the whole deal."
"Ah, but we wouldn't, Mr. Cromwell. We have our customers too, you know. We can't disappoint them, can we? Now, I'm told Tony asked you for more pics with different, ahh, models. I'd like the same thing. I hope you got somebody else lined up. The more the better, you know. And I'd like to see a little more action. Those straight shots just aren't getting it any more, if you know what I mean."
Dick nodded, feeling sick. He should have known they'd send someone else to fill Mazonne's shoes. Goddamn everything to hell!
"I'll stop back in a week, Mr. Cromwell. I hope you'll have something interestin' for me to look at. Take it easy." He went to the door and left.
Dick shuffled back through the draped doorway, almost afraid to break the news to Paula. She was in the developing room, cleaning the vats and trays. He walked to the door to the small room, rubbed his face with his hand, then cleared his throat.
"Paula? Better come out and sit down. I've got some news for you."
He turned away as she came out. He didn't even want to see the look in her eyes when he told her about Hal Draver.
CHAPTER NINE
"What is it, Dick?" Paula asked cautiously. "What's happened?"
"We're back in it up to our necks," he muttered. "Only we have a new collection man. His name's Hal Draver."
"What do you mean?" she gasped. "Not another one like Mazonne?"
"Yeah. Maybe worse. This new guy speaks softly, but I've got a hunch he carries a mean stick."
"Ohh, no! It can't be!"
"Well it is, and there's nothing we can do about it. I even tried to talk him out of it, but no soap. And he said the same thing Mazonne did. He wants new people. And spicier pictures."
Paula lurched to the desk and sat down, shaking her head in wonder and fear. Just when they thought it was all over with! It wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair!
"Honey, we're going to have to have a serious talk," Dick said, leaning against the desk. "If we don't come up with some new kids, we're in deep trouble. We've got to figure something out."
"Goddamn it!" Paula wailed. "Goddamn it! Why can't they leave us alone? Why did Donald have to start this anyway?"
"Crying about it isn't going to help. We've only got a week, and that isn't much time. There's no way we could recruit new kids in that short a time."
"Well, what can we do? It's hopeless!"
Dick looked at her for quite a while before he spoke. He knew what her reaction was going to be, but there was no alternative.
"We're going to have to use Jason and Dulcie," he growled.
"No! I won't have it! No!"
"All right! Okay! Jason and I will take off and go back where we came from. You go ahead and see what you can do. If you don't want to help yourself, there's nothing I can do." He turned away from the desk and headed back out front.
"Dick! Please!" She jumped up and ran after him, grabbing his arm. "Don't leave me! Please! I can't do this all by myself. I need you!" She sagged against his chest and began crying.
Dick took her by the shoulders and held her away. "Then wise up, for Christ's sake! We don't have any choice! Can't you understand that?"
She looked at him painfully, then dropped her gaze to the floor, nodding.
"Yes," she whispered. "I understand. You're right. It's just that. . ."
He put his arms around her and pulled her close. "I know, honey. I know. But it won't hurt them. Not as much as what Draver could do."
"How--how do we tell them? Dulcie knows, but what about Jason? You haven't said anything to him, have you?"
"No. But he'll just have to understand. Look. Call them both when they get home from school. Tell Jason to go over to your house. Say that we'll meet them there at five-thirty, and they're to stay put if we're a little late. Okay?"
"Okay." Paula wasn't going to like this at all. In fact, she was going to detest it.
All the way home, Paula wrung her hands, brushed at an imaginary wisp of hair and smoothed her skirt continuously. This was the hardest thing she had done in her life. It helped that Dick would be there, but not much.
When they walked in, Jason was lounging on the couch with a bottle of pop, and Dulcie was sitting on the floor near him. They had been watching
T.V., but when the adults walked in, Dulcie jumped up and turned it off.
"Hi," Dick said cheerily. "How was school?"
They both shrugged silently, and Dulcie resumed her seat, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Paula and Dick each took a chair, looked at each other nervously, then Dick spoke to Jason.
"Son, I've got something I want to talk to you about."
The boy swallowed hard. He was sure his dad knew about him screwing Dulcie, and he was going to get a chewing out.
Dulcie had the same idea, and glanced briefly at her mom, a frightened look in her eye.
"Jason," Dick continued, "certain things have been going on at the studio. Things that. . . well, we were kind of forced into. Dulcie already knows about it, and now I have to try and explain it to . .."
"That's okay, Dad. I already know. Dulcie told me. She didn't mean to, but it kinda slipped out one day."
Dick heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, at least I don't have to go through that part." He looked at Paula. "How about fixing us a couple of drinks, before we go into it?"
Paula got up, mixed two stiff highballs, then returned, handing one to Dick. She sat down, and while Dick was taking a huge swallow, she spoke to Dulcie.
"You wanted to be one of the models, remember?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well, you're going to get your chance. We have to use both you and Jason. I didn't want to, but there's nothing I can do."
"Oh, that's okay, Mom. I don't mind. Really!"
"Jason," Dick said, "I'm going to ask you a straight question, and I want a straight answer. How much do you ...".? Have you had intercourse with a girl?"
The boy's face got red, and he avoided his father's direct stare. "Yeah. Yeah, I have."
"All right. I won't ask who it was. It's none of my business. I just wanted to make sure you knew what it was all about."
"I want to ask you the same question, Dulcie," Paula said.
"Yes, Mother. I have. I.. ."
"No. Don't say any more." Paula looked as though she were close to tears. She glanced at Jason, then at Dick. Her lower lip was trembling.
"Richard," Paula said, "there's no point in trying to hide anything, now. We're all in this too deep. I must tell you something before it goes any farther." She bit her lip, and the tears welled in her eyes.
"Last night, after you dropped me off, Jason came by. I asked him in. Dulcie wasn't here." She stopped and sniffed. "I--I lured Jason into fucking me!"
"It wasn't her fault, Dad," Jason said quickly. "It was mine! When I saw her in that gown, I couldn't. .."
"Hold it, everybody! Hold it!" Dick stood up, finished the rest of his drink, then put the glass on the table. "Dulcie and I have something to say, too, don't we, Dulcie?"
The girl nodded her head. "Yes. I ... we were at . . ."
"No!" Dick interrupted. "It's my job to tell it. When I was developing the pictures Sunday, Dulcie came down. We didn't plan it, but. . . well, Dulcie sucked me off. I wanted to fuck her too, but I couldn't go that far. I'm sorry, Paula."
"Why be sorry?" Dulcie asked. "Why should any of us feel guilty? We've all been doing it. Jason and me, we've been fucking practically since he got here. And I'll bet you and Mom have been doing the same thing. Why should we feel bad about it?"
Dick looked at the girl for a moment, then at Jason, and finally at Paula. His face broke into a grin. "You know? She's absolutely right! Why should we? It's a perfectly natural thing to do. The only thing we've all been guilty of, is hiding what we were doing!"
"That's the truth, Mom," Dulcie smiled. "Why can't we all do it out in the open now?"
Paula gazed around the room at her family, and felt a very heavy load fall from her shoulders. This was the way it should have been all along. Everything out in the open. They had all been foolish. And now, there wasn't anything to hide from.
"I'm glad the air is cleared," she said, happy with the thought. "Let's all get our heads together, and see how we can work this problem out."
"Now you're talkin', Aunt Paula," Jason said.
"Before we do anything else, what do you say we have something to eat? We're going to be busy tonight, and we're going to need our energy. Dulcie, come on in the kitchen and help me."
When the females were gone, Jason looked at his dad with a new admiration. "I didn't know Dulcie sucked you off. She's pretty good, isn't she?"
"She sure is! They're both pretty good. I think we've found ourselves a home, son. No man could ask for anything better."
In the kitchen, Paula asked Dulcie, "How did you happen to suck Dick off?"
"I was trying to prove to him that I was as good as Joy any day. And I am! God, Mom! I really wish he'd fucked me, too. I didn't even know he wanted to."
"Don't worry, dear. I'm sure you'll have your chance. He's really good. It's the experience that counts."
"I suppose. Jason isn't bad, though. He likes to eat my cunt almost as much as fucking me. I think that's cool."
"So do I, dear. So do I."
They had dinner, then the women cleaned up the kitchen while Dick and his son watched T.V. It was almost eight before they were ready to talk about what they were going to do.
"I think we should use our kids as much as possible," Dick said. "For the time being, anyway. We can pick up other kids as we go along."
"Hell, Dad," Jason said, "Dulcie and I can get more kids whenever we want them. There's a lot of 'em who need the extra loot. And they all fuck, too!"
"That's a thought," Paula interjected.
"Okay, everybody," Dick said. "Let's get the show on the road. Dulcie, will you call Joy and Tim and have them meet us at the studio in about half an hour? We can get enough shots tonight to keep Draver happy for a while, anyway. After that, we'll play it by ear."
"Don't you want Billy, too?" Dulcie asked.
"Not tonight. With the four of you, we'll have enough."
The gathering at the studio was surprising to Joy and Tim. When they saw Jason and Dulcie, and were told they would be part of the scene too, their mouths fell open. Tim was apprehensive at first, but Joy was evidently very happy that she would have a chance at Jason.
"All right, everybody," Paula ordered. "Get undressed, and we'll get started."
There was none of the bathroom nonsense now. All four took their clothes off in the studio, carefully draping them over the nearest object, then they stood admiring each others' bodies.
Paula and Dick stared at the children, and the same thought was running through both their minds. God, what beautiful kids! If only I could get into the action.
"Jason, please step up on the pedestal," Paula said. "I guess you know what to do to him, Dulcie."
"Sure!" There was no mistaking the glint in her eye.
"Tim, lay down on the couch, so Joy can mount you. I'll use both cameras, so we can finish more quickly."
"Oh, can't I have Jason?" Joy whined.
"We'll change around, dear," Paula smiled. "You'll have your chance with Jason."
The children assumed their positions as Paula checked the cameras, turned on the spotlights, then adjusted the lenses.
Jason was standing on the pedestal, looking down at the top of Dulcie's head as she bent over to slip her lips over his dong, sliding them down until his pecker had almost disappeared. He jerked slightly as she tongued the head of his rod, then he remained as motionless as he could, gazing at the crack in her ass that separated her rounded cheeks.
Joy had straddled Tim, her dewy cunt placed close to his face, and she was fondling his tool before putting it in her mouth.
From where Dick was standing, he could see Dulcie's cunt as she was bending over, the lips separated and her hole gleaming wetly. He had to suppress an urge to unlimber his prick and stuff it into her.
Then, when he glanced at Joy, her cheeks spread apart as she hunkered over Tim's waiting mouth, he felt his shaft throb under his pants. God, he thought. Just once!
Paula was having a difficult time with the cameras. Rather, she was having a difficult time with her trembling hands. Her cunt was dripping and twitching as she corrected the shutter settings and made ready to shoot. If I could just change places with those girls! she thought.
"All right," Paula announced. "Here we go!" Click! Click!
"Just a couple more." Click! Click!
"Fine. Now Tim, you sit up on the couch, and Joy, you sit down on his prick. No, facing me. That's it. Now, both of you lean back, so I can see his prick going into your pussy, Joy. Uh-huh! Right!" She checked their positions. "Tim, put your arms around her and cup her tits in your hands. Okay!
"Dulcie, you bend over and lean on the pedestal, and Jason, you stick your cock into her from behind. That's it! Okay!"
Click! Click!
"A few more now!"
Click! Click!
"Wonderful, kids! Perfect! Now, Joy, you come over here out of the way. Dulcie, climb up on Tim and put his cock in your cunt. Okay. Jason, step over there and let Dulcie suck your cock. Fine."
Joy moved back into the shadows near Dick, and they both watched the others line up and get set. Silently, Dick reached down, unzipped his pants, and took his prick out. Joy glanced at his huge, hard tool, and smiled up at him.
"Would you like to suck it, Joy?" he whispered so that Paula couldn't hear.
Joy looked at him, surprised, then after making sure the others were busy, she nodded her head and got down on one knee. She took his shaft in her hand, massaged it gently, then skinned it back and slipped her mouth over it.
"Unnnnngggghhhhhhh!" Dick moaned hoarsely. "Unnnnngggghhh!"
Joy's beautiful mouth was sucking and pulling at his dong tightly, her tongue doing wonderful things to the sensitive tip.
His knees wobbled as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft, her long blonde hair fluttering with the effort.
"Joy! Oh, God! Joy," he grunted. "Aarrggghhhhhh!"
She was slurping and sucking so loudly, Dick was afraid Paula would notice, but she was so busy with the cameras she didn't hear.
"Ummmmmm!" Dick groaned. "I'm... going... to. .. shoot, Joy! Ungh! Unghh! Unghhhh! Aarrrrggghhhhhhh!"
He filled her mouth with his hot sticky cum, and she swallowed it greedily, pulling and tugging on his rod for more. The last of his juice spilled out on her tongue, then she gently lapped his dong and stood up.
"How was that?" she whispered.
"Beautiful, honey! Just beautiful!" Click! Click!
"Okay, kids," Paula said, "that's all for tonight. We'll probably get together day after tomorrow. I'll let you all know. You can get dressed now."
As they put their clothes on, Paula went to the desk and sat down, smiling weakly at Dick who had slipped his emptied cock back into his pants.
"Jesus," she sighed, "I don't know how much more of this I can stand! They're too much!"
"Yeah, I agree!" Dick smiled. "Why don't you relax, and I'll take care of the film?"
While she lit up a cigarette and paid the kids off, Dick took the plates and the roll of film from the cameras and put them in the developing room. As he was turning off the spotlights, Joy and Tim left, waving.
"That was a lot of fun!" Dulcie grinned happily. "See, Mom? It wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Not for you, maybe," Paula said, "but what about your Uncle Dick and I? We didn't get anything out of it."
Dick smiled to himself.
"Why don't we all go to the house then?" Dulcie asked. "I could sleep with Jason, and you could sleep with Uncle Dick! We could all have some fun!"
Paula looked at Dick, and was too tired to argue.
"Okay. Let's go. I want to get out of this place."
When they arrived at the house, Dick mixed drinks for Paula and himself, the kids had pop, then after nervous glances at each other, they retired to the bedrooms.
Paula closed the door quietly, then began undressing.
"Do you think this is right?" she asked, slipping out of her bra.
"Why not? We've done it before, haven't we?"
"I don't mean us. I mean the kids. Do you think we should just let them go ahead and .. . and fuck like that?"
"I can't see what it's going to hurt. They'd do it anyway, whether we knew about it or not. I'd rather have it out in the open like this. Hell, fucking never hurt anyone, did it?"
"I don't suppose." She climbed on the bed, naked. "I need you tonight, Dick. I really do."
Dick tossed his shorts on the floor and stepped to the bed.
"How do you want it? On your back?"
"No. Dog fashion." She rolled over and got on her knees, spreading her thighs to give him room. "Fuck me good, darling! Hard and good!"
He climbed up behind her, grasped her ass with both hands, then guided his hard tool into her hot, steamy cunt. "Ungh! Ungh! Ohhhh, Paula! You're hotter than hell!"
"Stop talking and fuck me, dear!" She laid her head down in her crossed arms and closed her eyes, delighted with the sensation of his immense rod probing deep into her belly.
"Fuck me, Dick! Ohhhh, Jesus! Fuck me! Ohhhhhhh!"
Jason was already undressed and waiting for Dulcie to get out of her panties. As she bent over to pull them off, her tits swung to and fro, making his cock jump with anticipation.
She eyed his jerking tool, and grinned. "It's really ready tonight, isn't it?"
"It sure is! Hurry up and lay down! I'm about ready to shoot all over the place."
"Would you jack off for me, Jason? I've never seen a boy jack off. Is it fun?"
"Not as good as fucking. But why can't I just fuck you?"
"Because I want to see you do it, that's why. Here!" She laid down on the floor. "Stand over me, so I can see how you do it. Jack off so you cream on my titties. I heard about that once, and I'd like to try it."
Jason stared at her lush body spread out on. the floor, and sighed. He didn't think much of the idea, but if that was what she wanted, okay.
He put one foot on each side of her hips, looking down at her furry bush and her pointed tits, and took his tool in his hand. He began pumping it slowly, skinning the head back and forth, exposing the gleaming purple head then covering it with his foreskin.
Dulcie watched in fascination as he pumped his rod, then she reached down and rubbed her pussy with her hand.
"That's a nice cock, Jason! I like to look at it. Do you like to see my pussy and my tits like this?"
"Uh-huh!" His hand pumped faster, making his balls swing back and forth between his legs. "Unngghhh! Ohhhhhhh!"
"Jason, I'm finger-fucking myself, too! See? I've got a finger all the way in. It's not as good as your big old cock, though."
"Unnnggghhhh!" he groaned. "Oh, Jesus! I... like ... to ... watch ... you ... when . .. you ... do ... that!"
"Jason!" Dulcie cried. "Oh, Jason, are you going to shoot? I think I'm about. .. ready!"
"Ungh! Aarrrggghhhhhhh!" White sticky cum spurted from the end of his prong, arcing through the air and splashing on the girl's chest, her throat, and her face. "Unngh! Unghhh! Ohhhh!"
"JASON! OH, CHRIST! UMMMMMMM!"
Dulcie pumped her ass high into the air, writhing and twisting as she reached her orgasm, rubbing Jason's copious hot cum all over her bare tits as she exploded in climax.
She laid still, breathing heavily as Jason stepped over her to sit down shakily on the edge of the bed. Then she got up, grinning at the boy.
"I think I'd better go take a shower, before we go to bed. Wait for me, will you?"
He nodded, then watched her firm, round ass bounce as she went out the door.
Dick hunched his rod deep into her belly, his hot cream flooding her tube, slamming against her womb with a terrific force. Then he slumped over her, his face on her back.
"Oh, Dick! Dick! I needed that so badly! Can we do it again in the morning?"
"Sure! Jesus, you're a good fuck, Paula! I've never had a piece of ass as good. Honest!"
The next day at lunch, Dick formally proposed to Paula, and she accepted. They agreed that the following weekend, they would close the shop on Saturday and get married. Their lives were so closely entwined, both with the business and the children, it seemed the only logical thing to do.
When Dulcie and Jason were told, they were extremely happy. Though they weren't seriously in love, they had a genuine fondness for each other, and welcomed the chance to be able to live in the same house permanently.
Hal Draver came by on Friday for the pictures, insisted on seeing them before he left, and was pleased. They were so good, he said, the payment would be increased to two thousand a month, as long as the quality stayed as it was.
And on Saturday, with Jason and Dulcie in attendance, Dick and Paula were married.
CHAPTER TEN
After being pronounced man and wife, Dick took them all out for dinner at an expensive restaurant, then they went to the house. Jason and Dick were going to move their personal belongings over in the morning, but for that night they had nothing planned except to celebrate.
"I'm the happiest woman in the world," Paula beamed as she watched Dick open a bottle of champagne.
He filled four glasses, handed her one, and smiled.
"Me too, darling. This is the start of a new life for all of us. We may have our problems, but we'll work them out together. Here's to us!"
Dulcie and Jason came into the kitchen and helped themselves to a glass of wine, then they went into the living room.
"I don't know about you people," Dick said, "but this damned suit is hotter than hell. I'm about ready for a cool swim."
"I'm with you, Dad," Jason said, tugging at his collar. "I never could get used to wearing a tie."
"Let's all go for a swim," Dulcie laughed. "In the nude!"
"Dulcie!" Paula exclaimed.
"Why not, Mom? It's dark outside, and everybody's always gone on Saturday night."
"Well, I know, but. .. !"
"There's no reason why we shouldn't, dear," Dick said. "We don't have anything to hide, do we?"
"You're right," Paula decided. "Why not? Let's get ready."
All four went to their rooms, undressed, then Paula took some towels from the linen closet and followed Dick out back to the patio.
It was a clear, moonlit night, and the heat of the day still lingered, making it comfortable. They dived in, splashing and swimming happily until they got tired, then they climbed out to dry off and have another drink.
Jason and Dick laid back on lounges while Dulcie and Paula brought the refreshments out, and served the men.
"Mom? Have you noticed something?"
"What, dear?"
"These two guys have got hard-ons! Their cocks are sticking straight up! I wonder why?"
She arched her back playfully, sticking her tits out as far as she could. Then she began swirling her hips seductively, pumping her cunt out at each of the men.
"I haven't the faintest idea," Paula laughed, running her hands down over her full tits and flat belly, then spreading her fingers wide oyer her pussy.
"Do you suppose they want something?" Dulcie giggled.
"Well, they can't just lay there with their cocks sticking up, can they? Don't you suppose we could do something for them?"
"Oh, I guess so. But what should we do?"
Dick winked at Jason. "How about sucking us off? We could use a little comfort after what we've been through today."
"Okay!" Dulcie said. "Which one do you want, Mom?"
"I'll take my husband, dear. I think it's only right that a wife suck her husband off on their wedding day."
"All right. I'll take this puny little junior-size prick over here."
"Hey!" Jason cried. "What do you mean, puny?
That's a pretty good-sized dong!"
"I'll make it smaller, Jason," Dulcie laughed. "I'll suck it down to nothing!"
"Go ahead! Try it!"
Dulcie stepped to the lounge, knelt between Jason's legs and grabbed his prick in her hand. She skinned it back, kissed the tip, then ran her mouth halfway down his shaft, sucking and slurping loudly.
"Unnnngggghhhhhhh!" Jason moaned. "Oh, Jesus, Dulcie! Blow me! Suck me off! Unnnnggggghhhhhhhh!"
Paula watched her daughter work the boy's cock over, then turned to Dick. "Do you want me to blow you off, too?"
"Hell, yes, woman! Get down there and start sucking!"
Paula mounted him, grasped his prick between her lips, then using her mouth, she forced the foreskin back, sucking and licking at the jerking head as she did so. She teased his hole with her tongue, then licked around the rim before sliding her mouth down his tool as far as it would go.
"Jesus Christ, Paula!" he shouted. "Ohhhhhh! Damn, that feels good! Ungh! Ungh! Aarrrggghhhhhh!"
Dick looked over to watch Dulcie sucking his son's rod, her head bobbing up and down on his prong, her cheeks sunken with her sucking pressure. Jason was hunching and humping up to her, his legs quivering as the girl worked his rod over expertly.
Paula slid a hand under Dick's ass, found his bung hole, and inserted a finger deep into his butt. With her other hand, she caressed and fondled his large sack of balls, rubbing them against each other.
It wasn't long before both girls had their mouths filled with hot fresh cum, spurting and gushing down their throats. Their moans and groans filled the air as they sucked and pulled on the erupting pricks in their mouths.
When the men had expended all their fluid, the girls licked their tools off and got up, giggling happily.
"They won't be able to do anything for a little while, dear," Paula said. "Let's go for another swim."
Dick and Jason laid quietly for a while, then at the urging of the girls, they got up and joined them in the pool. They batted a ball back and forth for a while, then got out and dried off.
"Mom, would you mind if Dick fucked me? I missed out the other day, remember?"
"If he wants to, it's all right with me." Paula smiled at her new husband. "How about it, stud? Think you could handle her?"
"Oh, I think so. C'mere, honey. I'll show you what a fuck is really like."
Dulcie laid down on the lounge and spread her thighs. Dick climbed up on his knees, lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders. Then he took his prick in his hand and began to rub the head up and down between the folds of her gash, teasing her clit and her hole as he did so.
The girl looked down between her legs to watch as he eased his hard shaft up and down her slit, spreading her milk all over the pink, sensitive area.
"Ohhhh, that feels good, Dick! Put it in! Stick it way up me!"
"Okay." He leaned forward, pressing her knees back against her chest, and thrust his dong in to the hilt.
"Jesus Christ!" she screamed. "Unnnngghhhh! My God, what a prick! Ummmmffff! Ohh, wow! Ummmmmmmmm!"
Paula and Jason watched as Dick's prong disappeared into Dulcie's cunny, then slid back out, covered with juice and shiny. They walked over and stood with their heads together as Dick probed and jammed into Dulcie's belly with his huge dong.
"They seem to be having all the fun, Jason," Paula said.
"Let's go over on the other chaise and have a little ourselves," he said.
"Lay down on your back," Paula said. "I want to fuck you."
The boy did as he was told, reclining with his prick standing straight up. Paula scrambled on top of him, grasped his tool in her hand, and guided it into her aching cunt. As soon as the head was in, she hunkered down, driving his rod as far into her as it would go.
"Paula! Oh, God! Unnnggghhhhhh! Whooof! Whoooof!"
"I'm going to screw that dick clear off, Jason! Hold on tight!"
She put her hands on his shoulders, then began corkscrewing up and down on his prong, swivelling her hips each time to make his cock touch every tissue in her tube.
"Unnnnnggggghhhhhhh!" he moaned. "Oh! Ugggggggg! More! Harder! Unnngggghhhhhh!"
Her ass slapped against his thighs with a whack every time she banged down on his cock. Her huge tits bounced and swayed as she hunched and pumped on his dong, slamming on it as hard as she could.
"Now?" she asked. "Are ... you . .. about. . . ready?"
"AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Dick shouted. "UNGH! UNGH!"
All four participants exploded in ecstasy as they hunched, pumped, writhed and twisted together. Then they collapsed against each other, exhausted.
After they separated, Dick lit two cigarettes and walked over to hand one to Paula. She accepted it with a grateful smile and patted the lounge next to her.
"Sit down, dear. I imagine you're pretty tired by this time. It's been quite an evening, hasn't it?"
"It's been quite a day!" he snorted. "I don't know when I've felt so relaxed."
"I feel the same way." Paula watched as the children dived in the water again, marveling at their energy. "They're just beautiful, aren't they?"
"They sure are. We're pretty lucky, Paula. All things considered, we've got a lot going for us."
"Yes, we do." Paula shivered suddenly. "Dick, it's getting pretty chilly out here. Let's go in the house before we catch pneumonia."
"Right. Hey, kids! Let's go in now!"
They filed into the house and while Dick poured more wine, Paula closed all the drapes then switched on every light in the front of the house. Everyone adjourned to the living room, where Paula and Dick sat on the couch and the kids dropped to the floor, sitting cross-legged.
"Know what I'd like to do?" Dulcie said after sipping her champagne. "I'd like to get it in the ass."
"Dulcie!" Paula gasped. "That's not. .. normal! You've all the equipment you need for normal relations. You don't have to do weird things like that."
"Aw, Mom! I want to try everything. There's nothing wrong with that! After all, sucking and eating don't make babies, either!" She looked over at Dick. "Haven't you ever done that? In the girl's butt, I mean?"
Dick lowered his eyes, feeling a bit awkward. "Well, yeah, I've screwed women in the ass. But not for a long time."
"What's it feel like?" Jason asked, interested.
"Oh, like a very tight cunt, I guess."
"Would you show us how?" Dulcie asked breathlessly. "I'd let you do it to me!"
"Dulcie! Stop that!" Paula felt embarrassed, and couldn't understand why. She'd never had it in the ass, having been afraid to ask Don to do it to her that way. But still...
"Mom, let's! Please? Dick could do it to you. and show Jason how. We could all do it at the same time, couldn't we, Dick?"
"I guess so, if your mother wants to." He turned to his new bride. "Paula?"
She hesitated for an instant, then nodded agreement. The others were obviously interested, and she didn't want to be a dead-head about it.
"Swell!" Dulcie squealed. "Mom, let's get on the floor!"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Dick said. "Go get some Vaseline, first. We have to have a lubricant. Your ass doesn't furnish any juice, you know."
"Right on!" Dulcie leaped up and ran to the bathroom, returning with a jar of petroleum jelly. She handed it to Dick, then got down on her hands and knees on the floor.
"C'mon, Mom," she coaxed, "let's get ready!"
Paula sighed, finished her drink, then knelt next to her daughter. She smiled at the girl, and winked.
"Here, Jason," Dick said. "Smear this all over your cock. Put it on pretty heavy." He handed the boy the jar, then rubbed jelly all over his stiff dong, skinning it back to apply it on the tip.
When Jason had his prong covered with Vaseline, the men knelt down behind the women. The boy followed his father's lead and took his prick in his hand, then moved up between Dulcie's legs until his cock-head was touching her puckered brown anus.
"Now," Dick said, "you girls relax your pucker strings so we can get our cocks in. Okay? Now ease it in slowly, Jason. You don't want to hurt her."
Dick placed his hands on the sides of Paula's hips, then began sliding his slippery shaft into her ass. She grunted as soon as the head was in, then breathed heavily as he shoved the long pole up her canal.
"Unnnggghhhhh!" she grunted when it was all the way in. "Oh, Dick! My God, that feels good! Unnggghhh! Ohhhhh, honey! Ummffffff! Oh, my! Ohhhhhhh!"
Jason's balls were now banging against Dulcie's wet cunny, and the girl was writhing under him.
"Jason! Oh, wow! Ohhhhhh! Is it in all the way? Ohhhh! Do it, Jason! Pump me! Unnggghhhhhhh!"
Both men began pumping their shafts in and out of the girls' assholes, driving their pricks in and out slowly, the jelly making their entry slippery.
"Ungh! Oh! Unghh!" Jason gasped. "Christ! It's so tight! Whoooooooof! Ohhhhhhhhh!"
"Do ... you ... like ... it. . . darling?" Dick grunted.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Ummmmmfff! Ummmmmmm! Faster, now! Oh, God! I can feel it in my cunt!
Aarrrggghhhhhhh!"
"Umphhhhh! Umphhhhhhh! Dulcie! I'm going to cum off!"
"Do it!" Dulcie shouted. "Do it! Unngghhhhh! Oh, Jason! Fill me up! Ohhhhhhh!"
The females were swirling their asses, swinging them around and around as the two huge pricks probed and punched at their assholes, driving deep into their intestines. The men were hunching and pumping, slapping their nuts against the wet cunts as they slammed their greased cocks home.
"Unnggghhhhh!" Dick moaned.
"Now!" Jason cried. "NOW! UNGH! NOW! NOW! OHHHHHH!"
"DICK! OH, DICK!" Paula screamed, "I'M GOING TO .. . !"
All four had their orgasms, jerking, writhing and twisting on the floor, their bodies going rigid, then limp as their juices flowed. Then the only sound in the room was heavy breathing.
Dick eased his shit-streaked prong out, dripping sticky white cum on the rug as he pulled the tip out. As he stood up, Jason slipped his slimy cock from Dulcie's ass, then sat down on the floor, beat.
"Ohhh, that was cool!" Dulcie laughed as she rolled over on her back. "Damn! I really liked that!"
Dick helped Paula up, and guided her to the couch. "Did you like it, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Oh, Dick, it was wonderful. I've never done that before. I didn't realize it would feel so good!"
It was several minutes before everybody regained their equilibrium, then Paula smiled around the room.
"I think we should all take a shower, now," she said. "We could use a break, anyway. Dulcie, why don't you start? Get some fresh towels out while you're in there, will you?"
During the next hour, each of the four took their turn in the shower. The girls douched and used the enema tool to rinse out their assholes. When everyone had reassembled in the front room, Dick opened another bottle of champagne and filled the glasses.
"I think we should have a toast," he said, raising his glass. "Here's to us. May we always find life this enjoyable."
"Have you fellows had enough yet, or are you ready for some more?" Paula asked after she had sipped her drink.
"I'm ready!"-Jason answered quickly. "How about you, Dad?"
"Damn!" Dick shook his head in fake exasperation. "Don't you women ever quit? My balls can make that stuff only so fast, you know!"
"Why, Dick!" Paula giggled, "I didn't know you were such an old man!"
"Horseshit!" he scoffed. "I'm not old. But goddamn it, I can't keep on shooting cum all night!"
"Do you think you could go one more time?" Paula asked, a sly glint in her eyes.
"Oh, I suppose so. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I thought we could all do it together, before we went to bed. You know, all four of us at the same time."
"Hey, cool!" Dulcie laughed. "How about it, Dick? Once more?"
Dick looked at his family and smiled. "Okay. Just once more. I guess I could handle that."
"How shall we do it, Mom?" Dulcie asked.
"Jason, you lay down on the floor. Dulcie, climb down between his legs and suck him off. Dick, you get behind her and stick your cock in, and I'll sit down on Jason's face. That way, we can all cum at the same time."
"Sounds great!" Jason grinned, getting down. "C'mon, girl! Get down on me!"
Dulcie crawled between Jason's spread thighs, and took his dong in her hand. Dick got down and eased up to the girl's ass, guiding his tool into her cunt with his hand. Then Paula sank to her knees and edged up until her pussy was directly over the boy's face, facing Dick.
'All right, everybody,' Paula announced. "Let's go!
She hunkered down until she could feel Jason's nose brush against her asshole, then his hot tongue was licking and lapping at her slit. She rested her hands on the floor, looking into Dick's face as he hunched his shaft in and out of Dulcie's warm pussy, a look of ecstasy on his face.
Paula looked down and saw her daughter's head bobbing up and down on Jason's dong, her sucking and slurping almost as loud as the sounds Jason was making on her cunt.
"Isn't this great?" she whispered to Dick. "We're all getting it together!" .
"Uh-huh!" Dick grunted, his face contorted as Dulcie's cunny squeezed his thrusting tool.
Dulcie was in seventh heaven. Dick's huge rod was stabbing deep into her belly, sending delightful tingles through her groin, and Jason's prick was sweet and hard in her mouth. As Dick jammed her repeatedly, she sucked and pulled on her cousin's dong, trying desperately to draw his sweet cum from his balls.
Jason was going wild. Dulcie's lips and tongue were doing wonderful things to his shaft, and he was sucking on Paula's clit and reaming her hole with his tongue. Her pink folds lapped over his face onto his cheeks as he ate her with a passion, licking the pink gash furiously.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Dick grunted.
"Ummmmmmmm!" Dulcie moaned, her mouth full of cock.
"Ummmffffff!" Jason groaned, burying his face in her cunt, his tongue reaching and searching in the hot gash.
The room was filled with screams, grunts, moans and groans as the quartet exploded in climax and orgasm, their bodies a wild tangle of thrashing arms and legs, twisting torsos and spasms of pleasure. Then they all fell apart, exhausted but happy.
For a long time there was silence, then one by one they began getting up to sit down, smiles of extreme gratification on their faces.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Things went on merrily at the Cromwell household from that day forward. With the additional income from Hal Draver, they prospered financially and the studio, through Dick's sales efforts, expanded. They hired a full-time photographer for the studio, then rented another shop exclusively for the "other" picture taking.
Dick advertised in the underground newspapers for models and found, much to their surprise, that there were many boys and girls in their teens that had no objection to posing in the nude. And in any position.
Jason gradually took over that part of the business, with Dulcie helping him, and Paula and her husband found they had more leisure time than ever before. They traveled to Europe and South America, and generally retired from active business.
They still retained the same house however, and their sexual activities were varied. While all four continued to enjoy each other whenever they felt the urge, many times they invited selected models from the "other" enterprise to join them.
Soon they had a steady parade of young men and women who felt no restrictions about their love-making, and a variety of new partners were made available.
But even though they had a wide selection of mates, their most gratifying moments were when the four of them were together, romping about the house in the nude, satisfying each other in all manner of ways.
Though they were all helplessly locked to Hal Draver and his organization, it was through the troubles linked to him that they came together, joining up to overcome a problem affecting them all.
