The man moved forward quietly as the woman pushed open the door to her home. Cat-like in movement, he was upon her before her hand found the light switch. His hand clamped over her mouth as he propelled her into the darkened den. She struggled only briefly as she felt her arm twisted sharply behind her and a soft voice said, "Don't resist.. . and you won't be harmed."
A mingling of fear and excitement coursed through her startled young body as she gasped and 'felt her hands bound deftly at the small of her back and a piece of adhesive tape pressed over her mouth. She fought for breath. A blindfold was placed over her eyes. She was absolutely helpless!
She stood motionless as the unknown man pressed his body to hers. She gave a small start as his hands moved from her waist to cup her tits beneath the thin material of her blouse. His hands were gentle as he reached around from behind her and unbuttoned her blouse slowly.
She swallowed thickly as his body pressed against hers and she felt the throbbing outline of his prick against her thigh. God! He was going to rape her! She whimpered lowly when his hands were on her bare tits, moving in small circles and she felt her nipples stiffen against the stranger's palms.
"You're going to enjoy this fucking..." he whispered in her ear as his hands massaged her swelling nipples. "We're going to do things that will pleasure us both ... and it will only be pleasure-able, I promise ..."
He rolled her turgid nipples between thumbs and forefingers, then let one hand slide to her smooth belly. He released the catch on her skirt.
She felt her skirt fall about her feet, then he kneeled to remove it and her shoes. He moved around to the front of her and gently pulled down her sheer pantyhose. The man ran his hands over her naked thighs and she moaned lowly as his face touched her belly.
"So good ..." he murmured, "So very good."
She sensed the man standing and she listened as she heard him disrobing. Her pulse quickened as a zipper was drawn and she tried to visualize him standing naked before her. Then his hands were on her face and very gently he pulled the tape from her mouth.
"So long as you're quiet," he told her, his lips close to hers, "there's no need for this."
Then his mouth closed over hers. She struggled for a brief instant, but the warmth of his body pressing nakedly against her own seemed to calm her as his hands moved to her ass-cheeks. His tongue pressed against her lips and she opened her mouth slightly. As his prick throbbed against her naked thigh, she felt a surge of strange excitement course through her body.
Frank Genet felt the woman responding to his caresses. He pulled his head back and smiled as he looked at her in the dim light. He stroked his prick as she moaned lowly, then he reached out and moved his hand from her tit to her pussy. He smiled again.
It was always the same. Michele had told him that all women had rape fantasies, and given the opportunity to play the role, they would take an active part in the play.
As his fingers stroked her pussy lightly, he thought again of how it had all begun ...
For the first ten years of his life, Francois Genet knew little but a succession of nurses, surrogate mothers and tutors. Then at age seven, he was enrolled in an exclusive school near Lyons, France.
At age fourteen, his father sent for him. A car drove him to Paris where he saw his beloved mother, Michele.
He listened attentively as his father explained that his business was forcing him to relocate, and that the relocation included moving the family, too. He neglected, however, to tell Francois just how far that move would be.
It was not until they were checked through customs at New York that Francois learned of their actual destination: Los Angeles. Tears welled in his eyes as he saw his passport stamped and his father placed a hand on his young shoulder, telling him, "From now on, you shall be called 'Frank'... you have learned the English language and I expect you to use it." His mother had merely smiled and patted his cheek.
Then, settled in the new family home, Frank lay in his bed and he thought longingly of his bed at the academy and the warmth of the arms of the Sisters ... and he longed for that warmth.
He shivered as he thought about Michele in the connecting bedroom and he wondered if she too, were troubled by the storm outside and the terrible, dark loneliness of an empty room. And she was alone, for Frank's father had left that very morning on a business trip.
Thunder cracked again and Frank threw back the cover to bound across the room toward the bath. He tiptoed through the darkness and peered into the adjoining bedroom; he saw the glow of a cigarette and the faint outline of his mother sitting up in bed. Then the lightning came again and he gave out a startled cry as the thunder followed it.
"Francois ... is that you, Darling?"
"Yes ... it's me."
"Oh," she said and laughed. "You frightened me for a moment-I thought you were a burglar."
He edged into the room. "A burglar?"
She laughed again and threw back the covers as she crushed out her cigarette and beckoned him. "Come, my little burglar .. ."
Frank went quickly to his mother's bed and crawled in beside her. As she pulled the covers over him, he nestled against her warm body and he marveled at the softness of it as she slipped an arm about him and drew him close.
"And what are you doing out of your bed this time of night?" she asked.
He shivered as the thunder rolled, then replied honestly, "I... I was frightened."
"Come now, what has a burglar to be frightened of-a little storm? Surely you had storms at
Lyons ..." she said as he snuggled to her soft tit and his hand rubbed the silken material of her gown. She felt his warm hand on her side and a sudden desire to kiss her son came over her.
Frank raised his face and told her, "But we were never alone there, Michele."
She fert his" face close to her own and she bent her head slightly. The contact of her mouth on his stirred a longing in the woman, and though she did not understand it, she submitted to it as she held his face in her hand and felt her own heart beat rapidly in her breast. .
"There," she said softly as she withdrew her mouth from his. "Are you still frightened?"
"No, Michele," he said, and it was true-the unexplained fear he had felt had given way to a certain confusion. He had never been kissed in such a manner by his own mother and for some strange reason it had excited him.
"Michele ..." he said softly.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Are you all right? Have I disturbed you?"
She laughed nervously and replied, "No, of course not. Should I be disturbed by such a small burglar in my bed? What am I, a coward?"
"But I am not so small!" he protested, "I am nearly fifteen!"
She sighed. She realized that she was closer to her son's age than her husband's. She felt Frank's strong young body next to hers and she touched his face. She pressed her mouth over his and kissed him softly, pushing her tongue into his mouth.
She moved her thigh against his and felt the soft outline of his prick as it twitched. As they separated, she moved her hand hesitantly to his stomach and felt him tense momentarily. Her hand moved lightly over his lower stomach and rested on his cock.
She felt her son's growing erection and a thrill went through her cunt.
She swallowed. "No ... it is not such a small burglar I have in my bed ... not small at all."
Frank felt his mother's hand touch his cock. He swallowed thickly as her hand lingered on his prick and he felt it twitch beneath her warm touch. He remembered the snickers of the other boys at the academy when they first saw his man-sized cock-it had been a joke at first, but Frank knew they laughed out of envy and jealousy.
His head swam with unfamiliar sensations as he suddenly became aware of his mother's warm body so close to his-he felt the silk of her nightdress, and light electric-like shocks stirred him as he realized her bare flesh was beneath the thin gown.
"Francois ..." she whispered huskily, her lips close to his ear. "You know about sex ... no?"
"Yes ..." he replied.
Michele stroked her son's prick lightly. "Have you ... have you ever-how you say-made love to ... a girl?"
Frank's face burned. He shook his head.
She squeezed him and sighed deeply. "Then all you know about sex is what they taught you at the academy, no?"
"I have heard the older boys speak of doing it. .. and like our instructors, they always made it sound so ... so ..." "Dirty?"
"Dirty ..." he repeated after her. "Is it so?" "No, it is not," she replied and caressed his throbbing young prick and was excited by the size of it. She felt her own flesh tingle as his hand moved to her belly and lingered there.
"People would have us believe so and deny the beauty of sex. Sex is a thing of beauty ..."
She felt his fingers trace lightly over her navel and she breathed deeply in an effort to still her pounding heart.
Frank felt dizzy. His prick throbbed painfully and he knew his coming was not far off. He swallowed thickly. "We ... we could have sex, Michele?"
She laughed lightly, relieving some of her inner tension as she kissed his forehead. "Yes ... yes! What is more fitting than a mother teaching her son of love?"
She pulled the tie at his waist and opened his pajama pants. Her hand moved over his flat stomach and came in contact with the hot flesh of his prick. She closed her hand around his cock and felt it throb at her touch.
The size of her son's prick thrilled her. As she opened her mouth slightly and let her tongue touch his lips, she realized her son was not far from an orgasm. With a squeeze of his throbbing prick, she sat up and released his cock.
"Quickly, take off your pajamas," she told him as she threw off the covers.
Frank pulled his shirt over his head as Michele climbed over him and out of bed. Hesitantly, he removed his pajama pants, then he watched as his mother removed something from the nightstand by the bed.
His eyes widened as Michele reached for the hem of her nightdress, lifted it and drew it over her head. He could see the gentle curves of her body and he felt a lump in his throat as she stood naked before him. His eyes moved from her proud, full tits, down the gentle sweep of her stomach and came to rest on her cunt.
She smiled as she saw her son's eyes widen. Michele was proud that her body was full, ripe and beautiful.
"Move over, darling..." she told him, then slipped in bed beside her son. "Turn your back to me..."
Frank did as he was asked. A warm thrill raced through him as he felt Michele shape her body spoon fashion to his. He felt her soft tits as they came to rest against his back, then the light tickle of her dark bush as she pushed her hips against his ass.
She reached over him then and placed a towel beneath his cock.
"We will do this for you first," she told him. "Young men are not famed for their control." She dipped her fingers into the open jar of petroleum jelly she had taken from the drawer. She spread it generously on her fingers and palm, then scooped out another lajge amount and reached over her son to take hold of his prick.
The moment her lubricated hand came in contact with his cock, Frank gasped. She pressed her naked body against his and began stroking his swollen prick. Lightly, she traced the throbbing outline of his cock, then she closed her hand fully around it, pinching the sensitive head with her thumb and forefinger.
"Oh ... ohhh,. . Michele!" he groaned. "That ... that feels so good .. . so ... good!"
Pressing her lips.to his ear, she flicked out her tongue and whispered, "Move, Francois ... only your hips and thighs."
Frank's prick slid in and out of his mother's hand. He felt the sensation that came to him only when he masturbated. His mother's warm body lay pressed closely to his and Michele moved as he moved, matching the rhythm of his hips with her own. Her pelvis pushed against his ass and Frank longed to touch her cunt as he moved his hips rapidly.
He was cumming and he held his breath.
"Oh ... Michele! Mama! I... I... I'm ... Ohhhh!" His juices boiled and he felt the rush of sensation tear its way through his heated cock.
Michele felt him cumming and she held tight to his prick as the first contraction came, then she closed her hand oyer the slickened head of his prick as his hot cum boiled forth to spurt through her fingers. She thrilled at the pulsing of his youthful prick. She held him to her and kissed his neck as he filled her hand with his hot cum.
Michele held onto her son's prick long after the contractions had ceased. She knew that it would be a while before his passions built again and she lay there very still as his breathing returned to normal and the cock in her hand twitched as it softened.
"Mama ... Michele ..." he said, his voice near a sob.
"Shhh .. ."she whispered and let go his prick.
She slipped from the bed and in a few moments she returned with a warm washcloth. Frank lay on his back and watched in the dim light as his mother bathed his cock lovingly with gentle movements. The warm cloth on his prick felt good.
Before she pulled away, she bent down and very softly kissed the head of his prick. He was so filled with love for her at that moment, he would have gladly died for her had she asked. He watched as she walked again to the bathroom, and the sight of her fully rounded ass-cheeks stirred him again.
Michele returned to the bed, slipped beneath the covers and gathered her son into her arms. She kissed him softly.
She smoothed his brown with her hand and smiled. "It gives me pleasure to give to you ... the true meaning of love."
With his body pressed close to her naked loins, the boy asked hesitantly, "May - may I touch your Michele ... all over, I mean?"
"But of course," she replied. "Are you not the burglar, I the victim?" She laughed lightly.
Frank moved his hand tentatively over her naked hip, then up her side until his thumb encountered the swelling of her tit.
"I... I wish to see ... ah, look at you ... all over," he told her thickly.
Michele lay back and pushed down the covers to expose her lush, naked body for her son.
She. raised her left leg, spread her knees a bit and told him, "Look and touch all you wish, I am yours to do with as you please."
Frank's heart beat wildly as he drew himself up to sit on his knees as his mother lay back, her head on the pillow. Her raven hair spilled out in a soft dark halo about her face and she closed her eyes as the boy looked at her body.
Her firm tits were a marvel to him. He swallowed again as his gaze continued down her smooth belly. The boy looked at her cuntmound and as he touched his own sparse growth of pubic hair-wholly inadequate for the man-sized prick that sprouted from his loins-his mouth became dry.
Reaching out hesitantly, Frank touched his mother's right tit lightly. He felt the nipple stiffen beneath his palm and a light thrill went through him as he rubbed in small circles, then closed his hand around the fullness of her tit. He moved his hand slowly down her body. He felt his own pulse quicken as he touched that dark patch of hair above his mother's cunt. Michele moaned at his soft touch. She opened her eyes as her son's hand closed over her lush cunt. She wanted to cry out-to force him to enter her pussy. Spreading her legs, Michele felt the tips of his fingers touching the outer lips of her cunt: Then, he moved his hand to her thighs and spoke softly.
"You are so beautiful, Michele... so very beautiful."
Her heart beat wildly as his hands moved slowly over her aching body. She felt herself being aroused to a peak of passion.
"Roll over, Mother..."
Michele rolled over.
Frank licked his lips as he looked down at the twin mounds of her ass. Such a beautiful ass!
"I have always wanted to touch you here ..." he confessed as he reached out and closed both hands over the cheeks of her ass.
Michele moaned lowly as her son touched her ass-cheeks. Frank raised up then, spread her legs widely and kneeled between them to nuzzle his face, first to one ass-cheek, then the other. His prick began to throb and grow again between his legs.
Michele shivered as she felt her son's mouth on her ass and she caught her breath as he kissed one side, then the other, then let his tongue roam down the cleft and touch her just above the sensitive flesh of her asshole.
She moaned loudly, then hissed, "Yesss ... kiss me there ... kiss me there, Francois!"
Frank spread the cheeks of her ass and closed his mouth over her asshole. As he probed gently with his tongue, a faintly bitter taste came to him, but it did not deter him as he slipped his hands beneath her body to cup her full tits as he licked her asshole.
Michele squirmed. "Lower ... lower, Francois!"
His mouth came in contact with her cunt. His tongue flicked out, and his mother shifted slightly and raised her ass. He felt her stiffen as he tongued her pussy, and he knew that it was pleasing her-but the position was uncomfortable.
Michele rolled to one side and she slid down on the bed. Frank looked at her splayed cunt and his heart beat wildly.
"Soixante neuf... sixty-nine!" . Frank recalled how his school friends had described such an act and he understood. He stretched out beside his mother. He lowered his head between her legs and found her pussy pressing upwards toward his mouth. The hair of her pubic bush tickled his chin as he opened his. mouth and chewed on her lewedly exposed pussy.
"Ohhh___Francois! Yes . .. kiss it. . .kiss your mother's pussy!"
She pressed her hips upward and squirmed beneath his mouth, then she reached out and found his throbbing prick just inches from her face. She stroked it lovingly, then as his tongue entered her cunt and found that magic spot, she opened her mouth and sucked on her son's prick.
Frank felt his mother take hold of his prick and he pushed with his hips as she stroked his cock gently, then he felt the warmth of her mouth on the head of his prick and suddenly it seemed as though she had taken its entire length, into the hot, wetness of her throat.
He moaned lightly, his tongue buried in her pussy and it was then that he felt that turgid little piece of flesh-he sucked it and found he could actually take her clit into his mouth as she squirmed beneath him. He began to suck her clit furiously as his mother's hands grasped his naked ass and pulled him to her.
Michele swallowed the excess saliva in her mouth as she took the length of her son's prick deep into her throat. She was thrilled by the size of his cock and though she wanted to feel it inside her pussy she knew there would be time enough for that later.
She felt herself being driven to the brink as Frank licked her cunt and teased her clit with lips and tongue. He drove the head of his prick deeper and deeper into her sucking mouth.
Then, as she felt her own orgasm building, Michele sensed that her son was not far off from his own. She stroked his smooth ass-cheeks, then she found the tightly puckered ring of his asshole with her middle finger.
Frank groaned loudly as his mother's finger entered his asshole. He raised his head and he slid his thumb into her wet cunt, then he found her asshole with the middle finger of that hand. He felt the outer ring of her anus tighten, then relax as he entered her and began a fucking motion with his entire hand while he lapped her cunt.
A wave of sensation passed through Michele as she sucked the stiff and throbbing prick in her mouth. She shivered as the second orgasmic wave hit her and she swallowed the entire length of his prick and swirled her tongue around it as he fucked her frantically in the mouth.
Frank felt himself cumming. He panicked momentarily as he realized he could cum in his mother's mouth. But surely she realized it too, he thought, as he sucked her pussy and fingerfucked her cunt and asshole. He felt himself building to ejaculation.
Michele didn't seem to care as she alternated licking the swollen head, then taking his cock deeply into her throat.
"Ohhhh ... Uhhhhn . . . Michele!" he gasped as his juices spurted forth, down the length of his cock and gushed into his mother's hot, sucking mouth.
Michele felt her son stiffen. Then his prick jerked as the first contraction came; she pulled her finger from his asshole with a lewd pop and pressed his head to her cunt as her own dam of sensation broke in wave after wave of heavenly sensation.
Their bodies strained together in the throes of orgasm as Michele closed her mouth tightly around the head of Frank's spurting prick and she drank in the hot cum he pumped into her sucking mouth. She sucked his cock until the contractions had passed. She swallowed every drop of his precious cum as he gasped for breath, his head .held tightly between her legs, his fingers still fucking in and out of her cunt and ass.
Frank withdrew his wet hand from her crotch as he lay his head on her silken thigh. And they lay there, very still, savoring the warmth they shared.
Chapter Two
Frank drifted into slumber. He breathed deeply as rain pelted the roof and windows of the Genet home. His head lay against his mother's thigh and his right hand still cupped her full ass-cheek.
He dozed, his mind filled with awe and wonder of the sexual encounter with his beautiful mother.
And lying beside her son, her legs still splayed lewdly, Michele lay in a euphoric stupor as her body relaxed from the nerve-tearing orgasm she had experience at the hands of her son-who was not yet fifteen years old!
Frank stirred as he sensed Michele moving, then he felt her mouth on his. Her tongue flicked out and touched his. He sucked it into his mouth as she pressed her body to his. He felt her pussy rub his thigh as her hand stroked his limp prick.
"I... I love you ..." he whispered.
"And I love you, Francois ..." she said. Her fingers closed around his prick and she felt it come to life as she held it softly.
"You ... you did not mind my ... my doing that... in your mouth?" he asked apprehensively as she stroked his cock.
She laughed. "But no! It was like the nectar of the gods, Francois... did I not taste good to you?"
"Yes, but you ... you do not cum like I... I mean, there is such a difference."
"Yes, you are correct," she told him, "But the difference is not so great-we both experience the same feeling, and though my juices are not as thick as yours, they are there." She kissed him again.
Frank thought about their recent encounter. He knew there was more to come and he wondered if he would be able to please his mother in other ways.
Then, Michele raised to one elbow. "But you must tell me, Francois ... where ... where did you learn the 69? That is not something a virgin, would know..." And as she asked him, Michele reexperienced the thrill of her son's thumb driving her wild as it fucked in and out of her pussy in unison with his finger in her ass.
Frank cupped his mother's tit. As her nipple grew stiff beneath his palm, he told her. "At the academy ... Sister Angelica ... she often punished Eric and I."
"Eric-your roommate?" Michele recalled the golden-haired youth.
Frank nodded and moved his hand to his mother's other tit. "She caught us once when we ... when we were-how you say?"
Excited now by his hand and his bashful manner, Michele smiled. "Masturbating?"
"Yes, that... ? he said and felt a rush of blood to his face.
"But how did she punish you, Francois?"
Frank closed his eyes momentarily as he felt his prick stiffening with new life. He drew his breath and moved his own hand to her stomach as he began to relate the tale to her.
It had been cold in the room and Eric had come to Francois' bed as a storm howled outside. They had snuggled at first for warmth-as they often did. They they began talking about girls and fucking and sucking. They got erections. They began masturbating. Their gowns were pushed up to their chests with the covers thrown back when Sister Angelica opened the door and gasped.
Francois related how frightened they both were at the sudden and unexpected appearance of the nun, and how they had both simply lain there, frozen under her stern gaze. Then, she had come inside the small room, closed the door quietly and set the flickering candle on the table. Neither of them had moved as she came to the side of the bed, her hands on hips, staring at them without speaking.
They had made a feeble attempt to cover their cocks as the nun came to the bed, but she would not allow it. She ofdefed them to disrobe completely as she watched-threatening to tell both the Headmaster and the Mother Superior if they did not obey her and accept her punishment.
Then, to the boys' surprise, Sister Angelica slowly lifted the hem of her habit. She was naked from the waist down and she took Francois' hand. Doing as he was bid, Francois eased his thumb into her cunt, then eased his middle finger into her asshole.
As Francois moved his thumb and finger in and out of her body, she forced Eric to sit on the side of the bed and masturbate himself as he watched. As Eric's juices spurted from his body onto the bare floor, Sister Angelica had groaned and Francois felt his own hand soaked with her cunt-juice. Then, she repeated the act with Eric and made Francois watch and masturbate himself.
"... she came to our room often after that, Michele ... and would not leave until she had her fun and we had had our punishment."
Michele licked her lips as she stroked her son's stiffened prick. She thought about the sex-starved nun, standing with her habit bunched about her waist and being fingerfucked by the two young boys.
"But she never asked you to do any other thing to her?"
"No.. .Sister Angelica got with child and all the other sisters were said to be wary ..." the boy said innocently.
Michele laughed lightly as she rolled to her back and pulled a pillow beneath her buttocks. "I am not wary, my son. Come to me . . . come fuck your mother!"
Frank's heart beat wildly in his chest as he saw his mother lie back, her legs opened. He gazed at the dark patch of hair and the treasure there. His prick throbbed painfully for release as he looked at his mother's cunt in the flickering candlelight. He thought again of Sister Angelica as he ran his hand over his mother's stomach to her tits to find the nipples hard and erect.
He mounted her slowly and thrilled to the silken warmth of her voluptuous body. Then, he felt her hand guiding his cock gently to her cunt.
"Fuck ... fuck gently, my love," he heard her saying.
Frank pushed inward with his hips and he felt his mother's hand leave him as the head of his prick slid past the outer lips of her pussy to reward him with the warmest sensation he had ever experienced.
"Oh ... ohhh ... ma ... that feels so good!"
Michele raised her legs and felt her son's man-sized prick slide deeply into her pussy.
"Yes ... fuck deeply, Francois. Pull out slowly and raise your body .. ." She moved her hands to his hips as he withdrew his cock slowly.
Frank leaned on his elbows and fucked his mother slowly, pulling his prick out to the head, then plunging deeply with a heavy stroke to feel her cunt-mound tightly against him.
"Ohhh . .. oh,, God, yessss!" she gasped as he rammed his prick into her cunt to the hilt.
"Do... do you like that, Mother?" he asked innocently as she moaned and Ijfted her legs to lock them about his slender waist.
"Oh, Francois!" she gasped, "Yes .. . yes, I love it, darling! Fuck . .. Fuck me ... fuck your mother!"
As her hips bucked beneath his grinding loins and a fine sheen of sweat covered his mother's body, his instinct told him what to do. He felt himself cumming again.
"Oh, Mother! I... I'm going to ... going toooo ..."
"Yes! Oh, God, yessss... let me feel your cum ... shoot your cum in my cunt, Francois .. .
fuck me... FUCK MEEEE!" She pumped her hips to her son's thrusting body and felt his prick plunge deeply inside her cunt as her raging orgasm built and threatened to take her consciousness.
Frank felt his prick erupt deep within his mother's pussy as she shuddered beneath him. He felt the cum spurt, time and time again as the sensation took him and the contractions racked his young body. He was aware, too, of the tightening of his mother's cunt as the spasms came and passed, then came again.
He arched his back and stiffened as they both tumbled over the brink of ecstasy.
Michele lay there drained, her arms and legs wrapped about the exhausted body of her son, his prick still buried deep inside her cunt.
"Sleep ..." she whispered as he closed his eyes, his head nestled softly above her tits. "Sleep, my beautiful son."
Michele brushed his forehead with her lips as his eyelids fluttered and he sighed deeply.
Michele lay there quietly holding her son in her arms long after he had fallen asleep. She stroked his brow gently and recalled holding him like this when he was a very small boy. How long ago that had been, she thought and sighed, then she gently moved his arm from her body and slipped from beneath the covers.
She took her peignoir from the chair nearby, draped it about her shoulders and lit a cigarette. She walked to the window to gaze into the rain-swept night.
She dragged deeply on her cigarette and wondered idly what her husband Jacques would feel if he knew what had happened between his wife and son that night. She smiled.
Returning to the bed, she looked down at Francois, asleep on his back, his young face serene and content-and she realized that it did not matter what her husband might feel or think ... she loved, her son.
She removed the peignoir and slipped beneath the covers to snuggle close to her son; he moaned lightly in his sleep. When she reached between his legs and fondled his now-soft prick, she smiled, then closed her eyes.
Frank awoke sometime after dawn. He moved beneath the covers and found his head nestled between a pair of large, lush tits. As memory of the night before returned, he kissed the nipple nearest his mouth and felt his mother's hand move to his erect prick and squeeze it gently.
His bladder strained.
"Ummm..." she moaned and stroked his aching prick. "Must you go?"
"The toilet..." he said and squirmed.
"Wait-please wait!" she said urgently and threw back the covers.
Frank watched her climb naked from the bed. His heart fluttered as he looked upon her nakedness and beauty in the early light. She brushed the hair from her eyes, smiled and held up a single finger to him before turning and walking seductively across the carpeted bedroom to the bath. .
His prick ached and his bladder pained him as he watched her walk from the bed-her ass swaying and her tits bouncing free. He lay there for a long moment, then he heard the sound of running water and then the shower.
Michele called to him.
He slipped out of bed and found her standing before the large stall shower as steam poured over the top of the door.
"Can you hold it a bit longer?" she asked.
"Yes ... I think so-but why?"
She faced him, took hold of his straining prick and pressed her naked body to his. She kissed him lightly on the mouth.
He felt her tongue enter his mouth and he raised his hand to her tits as they were flattened against his chest.
"I shall show you," she said as their lips parted and she opened the shower door and stepped in, leading him by the prick.
Inside, with the door closed and the hot spray washing their bodies, Michele turned her back to him, took hold of the shower handles, then bent forward slightly and spread her legs. "Just the head of your cock, Francois ... put it in just a bit."
He moved forward. He took hold of her hips as she reached between her legs to guide his prick to that warm cunt. He felt his cock-head slide easily between the outer lips of her pussy and he was tempted to thrust deeply.
As her hand stroked his throbbing prick, she looked over her shoulder, "Now ... hold it as long as you can ..."
Frank stood very still as the warm water ran over their coupled bodies. His bladder ached for release.
"But... but Mother ..." he stammered. "If I do not move, I'm afraid I will... I will piss while I am inside you."
Michele smiled. "Yes, I know ..."
Then, over the head of his aching, throbbing prick, Frank felt something hot and as it grew more forceful, he realized what it was. She moaned lowly and his hands tightened on her full hips as the rush of piss came from her bladder to wash hotly over his prick. He felt his own piss building. It came spasmodically at first, then became more forceful as his cock relaxed and he pissed directly into his mother's cunt.
She shivered under his touch and sighed as the last of his piss came out and she realized she had reached a small orgasm as a result.
"Oh, Francois!" she cried and thrust her ass back and felt his prick slide all the way into her pussy.
He lunged forward and slipped his arms about her to hold her tightly. He slid his prick in and out of her cunt several times, more and more enraptured with his mother's beautiful body and the pleasure it was bringing him.
"Oh, Mother .. ." he moaned. "So good ... it feels so very good!"
He felt his orgasm building rapidly as his cock plunged in and out of her slippery cunt.
Then, Michele straightened suddenly and Frank felt his prick sucked out as she clamped her legs together and held him there. With her back still turned to him, she guided his hands to her tits.
"Wait... there is something better," she said, reaching for the scented soap.
He stood still as she lathered her hand. Pressing her hands between her legs, she lathered his prick. She gave him the soap as she bent forward again.
At first, Frank thought she was guiding his prick into her pussy, but as she arched to him he felt his throbbing member enter a tight new place.
"Fuck ... Francois ... fuck my asshole!"
The words excited him as the head of his prick entered her rectum. He thrust forward with his hips and felt her asshole open to him-then, there was a second tightness and a warm, velvet softness enveloped his prick. The tightness squeezed his cock and the press of her ass to his loins filled him with an unbearable pleasure.
He became aware then of her moving her hands over his and soaping her tits, then she took hold of his right hand and moved it to her cunt.
"Fuck me with your finger... and fuck me ... fuck me in the ass!"
The tightness of her asshole was a sheer delight to him as he inserted two fingers into her soapy pussy and began stroking her gently with the tips of his fingers. Then, he began a slow in-and-out movement and his prick sent waves of pleasure through her body as he experienced the. most delightful sensation he had ever known.
She shoved her ass against him as he fucked violently in an effort to satisfy her demands. He felt himself cumming and he knew there was no way he could ever hold off, her asshole gripping him like a tight, hot glove. His fingers moved in and out of her slippery cunt while she groaned and twisted beneath his hands and throbbing prick.
Michele felt her orgasm building and she knew it was going to be a great one as her son's fingers ravaged her cunt and sent new waves of sensation through her body. She knew his prick in her tight asshole was about to explode as she held tightly to the shower handles.
She gasped for breath as his prick hammered at her exposed ass and she marveled again at both the size of his cock and of the boy's control-no man had ever endured the tightness of her asshole for as long as her son. She felt the tears welling in her eyes as she was overcome with love for him and his beautiful body.
"Ohhhh ... Uhhnnn ... God ... Oh, God ... Francois ... fuck me baby, fuck your mother ...
fuck ... yes ... Oh, God, yessssss!"
She felt her knees go weak as her body shuddered in the throes of the most intense physical pleasure she could remember.
Frank felt her shudder and her asshole spasmed as she reached her climax-her bowels became tighter and tighter. His legs quivered and his breath came in short, sharp gasps as his juices boiled from his balls and shot from his swollen prick, deep inside his mother's bowels. Spurt after spurt sent waves of delightful sensations through his body. He gazed at Michele. Her head was thrown back, her face a mask of pleasure and grimace and for a moment he was unsure whether he was causing her pain or delight.
His fingers were still fucking in and out of her cunt and he slowed his motion as he felt the contractions pass. The last of his cum spurted into her asshole and he shuddered as his hand left her pussy to take hold of her tit.
He stood very still then and as their breathing returned to normal, he felt his prick softening inside her bowels. She straightened slightly and as she did, he felt his prick popping free of her anal canal. She ran her hands over his hips as she turned her face to his and kissed him gently.
"Thank you, Francois ... that was ... that was the most beautiful thing I have ever known ... the most beautiful!"
Frank's chest swelled with pride. He gathered his mother into his arms, turned her around and kissed her softly on the mouth, as she pressed her body close to his. "Thank you, Mother . .. that was the most beautiful thing I have ever known."
When they had regained their strength and composure, they soaped and washed each other's bodies. As Michele soaped his prick, she laughed lightly as it rose again to an erect attention.
"So soon?" she asked, amazement in her voice.
Frank blushed as his mother looked wide-eyed at his swelling prick. "Should it not be so?"
Laughing again, she kissed the tip of his nose. "No, my love... I think it is absolutely-beautiful-is there anything I can do for you?"
Frank swallowed and ran his hands over his mother's tits. "Yes .... there is ... I would like to watch you ... I would like for you to ... to take it in your mouth ... would you?"
She laughed, then knelt before him. Frank watched as his mother took his swollen prick into her mouth and licked the head of it with her tongue. He was fascinated by the way her mouth ovaled as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth.
He watched his mother as she bobbed her head on his prick. She took his cock deeply into her throat and he could feel the head of it touch her there and bend.slightly.
Michele licked and sucked her son's prick as he watched. As she felt his cock throbbing, she fondled his balls. He moaned as she took the entire length of his cock into her throat and sucked strongly, then as she withdrew to the swollen head, she tasted the first drops of his semen as it began to spurt forth into her sucking mouth.
Michele opened her mouth and extended her tongue as the white fluid burst forth. She grabbed the base, of his prick with her hand and milked it fully.
Frank watched in awe and amazement as his cum spurted from the head of his prick and onto his mother's tongue. He felt his knees go weak as a blob of cum hit her lip and dribbled from the comer of her straining mouth. Then he blinked as she closed her mouth about the head of his cock and sucked furiously.
Michele let his cock spurt its load onto her tongue and took as much as she could in her mouth without losing it, then she swallowed and took his prick into her mouth again to finish him off. She laved his prick before she stood.
"We will always have this, Francois..." she told him. "Always ..."
Frank kissed her again, filled with love and wonder.
That was their first encounter, and from it came long, sensual nights spent together whenever Jacques was away on business. When he was not, Michele would often creep into her son's room in the dark of night while her husband slept soundly to stand by Frank's bed as she spread her legs for him to suck her cunt.
Other times, they would meet somewhere in the house and enjoy a quick fuck even when Jacques was elsewhere in the house. They fucked standing up in the kitchen, on the back porch, in the bathroom and on one occasion in the hall closet.
Two months passed and they became more bold when Jacques was away, walking about the house totally naked and fucking and sucking whenever the notion took them. They were like two young lovers.
Each became expert in satisfying the other's needs and with the passage of the third month and Frank's fifteenth birthday, they found themselves alone for an entire glorious week when Jacques was called suddenly to New York on business, "I'll call every day," Jacques promised as Michele drove him to the airport.
She smiled. "Yes, do ... I worry so about you when you go off on these trips."
"And I worry about you, darling," he told her sincerely. "But I know that Francois will care for you untill return ... he is nearly a man ..."
"Yes ..." she said and sighed. "I know ... I know."
Chapter Three
When they had finished breakfast, Frank sipped his wine and wiped his hands on a napkin. He looked at his naked mother and asked, "Why did you keep calling me a burglar last night-I would think you'd grow tired of that game .. ."
She looked at her son and felt her face color. "I... that is, all women have fantasies, Francois."
Frank nodded. "And yours, Michele, what is your fantasy?"
She smiled as she felt the stirring deep within her body and she crossed her naked legs beneath the table as she met her son's candid gaze. "I dream-or think-of coming into the house alone-you and your father are away. There is a man in the house ... but I do not see him. He grabs me and places a hand over my mouth so that I cannot scream .. then he rapes me again and again."
Frank took hold of her head and turned her face toward him. He was masturbating himself with one hand and holding her head with his other. As he felt himself about to cum, he told her sharply, "Open your mouth!"
Michele leaned forward to take her son's prick into her mouth as the glans widened and the thick, white semen began to spurt forth in hot globs. She caught it on her tongue, then swallowed as he held her head tightly and shoved his prick deep into her throat.
She gagged once, then swallowed again as he shot his hot load into her mouth. Michele achieved her own orgasm and stiffened as the waves of pleasure tore through her body as her son's contractions stopped and he withdrew his dripping prick from her mouth and replaced it with his tongue.
She felt such a rush of love for him at that very moment, that it shook her to the depths of her being.
As their lips parted, Frank told her, "Get dressed, Michele. You are going out."
"But..."
"Please, don't argue. Get dressed and drive to the ... to the drug store. Buy something-anything-then come home." He smiled. "But don't take too long."
She had a puzzled look on her face as she left the kitchen quickly.
Frank listened as she ran up the stairs. He smiled to himself as he poured a glass of wine. She had done so much for him, he thought-the least he could do was to fulfill her fantasy for her!
Standing, out of the rain just off the broad patio of the Genet home, Mrs. Patrica Lindner stood with her mouth agape as she watched her new neighbor leave the spacious kitchen of her home and bound naked, up the broad staircase.
She could not believe her eyes as she returned her gaze to the youth sitting now at the table, one foot propped on another chair, drinking something from a long-stemmed glass. Michele had invited her over for coffee the afternoon before, but she had declined and promised to come over early that morning. And she had.
But she had not been prepared for the scene she had seen through the sliding glass patio doors. Now, she stood in utter shock at the erotic scene she had just witnessed. Dressed only in her nightgown, house coat and clear plastic slicker, she shivered slightly as she gazed at the Genet boy seated at the table, his back to her.
Pat had been widowed for nearly two years and the sexual exchange she had just seen between mother and son added new fuel to her frustrations. Then her hand stole beneath her own gown and robe and she leaned heavily against the stucco wall looking at Frank's smooth back and handsome legs.
Frank heard Michele descending the stairs. "I'll see you tonight, Mama ... at supper."
"Yes, darling," she called back. "Have a nice day-dress warmly if you go out."
"I shall, Mama .. ." he replied. The front door slammed.
Pat watched Frank stand and begin clearing things from the table. As she watched his youthful body move gracefully, her fingers entered her sopping cunt and she closed her eyes briefly as she visualized herself sitting naked at the table and the boy spurting his hot cum into her mouth.
Her dead husband had been a staunch believer in "missionary sex". Yet, she had heard of sexual acts other than fucking, she thought obscenely. As a consequence, Pat had reached her thirtieth birthday knowing no more about sex than she had a week following her marriage to the man twenty years her senior and as stiff necked as any preacher she had ever known.
She opened her eyes as her fingers fucked in and out of her aching cunt-she had been content with masturbation for the entire ten years of her marriage, and she actually enjoyed her own hand far more than she had ever enjoyed her husband's pile-driving prick.
Frank became aware of the voyeur as he folded the napkins.
He gave no outward indication that he had seen her. He recognized their neighbor and wondered idly what she was doing standing on the patio, her hand obviously fucking her cunt. He recalled his father's words shortly after they had moved in and met the woman. "What she needs is a good man to sleep with!"
And Frank thought about that as he realized what she was doing.
Frank walked quickly to the wide service porch, just off the kitchen.
He went quickly to the garage. From the workbench, he took a short length of cotton rope used by the gardener and a longer strip of flannel cloth from a rag bag. Then quickly he left the garage and made his way to the corner of the house.
He peeked around the corner to see the woman leaning against the side of the house by the glass doors of the patio. Her hand was still beneath her robe and from the motions she was making, Frank knew she was deeply engrossed in the act of fingerfucking.
He stole quietly up to her and as he neared, he heard her whimpering lowly as her hand moved furiously between her legs. Holding the strip of cloth in one hand and the cotton line in the other, he quickly grabbed her and gagged her with the rag.
Pat fainted.
Frank felt a sudden rush of fear as the woman slid silently to the ground. At first he was positive that he had hurt her. But as he bent over her, he realized she was merely unconscious.
As he rolled her over to bind her hands, he saw the thick blonde bush between her legs and a sharp thrill went through his young body. This done, he ran quickly back into the house, through the kitchen and unlocked the sliding patio door. He lifted the woman's unconscious body and carried her easily inside, then relocked the door. It was a little more difficult carrying her up the stairs. By the time he reached the second landing, he was breathing heavily. Laying her across his parents' bed, he pulled off her outer robe and was about to pull her nightgown over her head when she moaned and stirred. He tied her hands frantically and stood up as she groaned loudly.
Pat returned to consciousness slowly. She experienced a mounting panic as she felt her hands being tied behind her back. Then, she tried to open her eyes, but she was blindfolded. She whimpered in momentary fear, then she heard a soft but firm voice.
"Do not resist and you won't be harmed!"
"Oh... oh my God!" she cried softly. "Who ... who are you ... where am I... what are you going to do to me?"
A soft mouth closed over hers and she felt a moment of nausea as a hand closed over her tit to squeeze it gently. She struggled, then an unseen hand roamed at will over her belly, to her mons, and she felt a finger stroke her cunt lightly.
Rape! I'm going to be raped!
Her head swam as she struggled against her bonds and she rolled her head from side to side as the obscene mouth sucked at her tit and a soft warm tongue laved her nipple.
"Please..." she begged. "Please don't hurt me ... I'll do anything you ask, I swear!"
She moaned as the mouth left her tit.
"But of course you will."
Frank stood away from the bed and smiled down at the woman. "Don't try to move from where you are!" he told her. "You won't be harmed ... just don't resist or try to free your hands!"
"I... I won't... I promise ... but please, don't hurt me!" she replied in a strained voice.
Frank went quickly to his own room. He glanced out the window of his bedroom toward the drive-he knew his mother would not stay gone long... and he laughed lightly to" himself as he thought of his little surprise lying on the bed in the adjoining room.
He went to his closet and found a pair of pants, pulled them on, then slipped into a dark sweater. From his bureau, he took a dark ski mask, pulled it over his head. He went quickly downstairs as he heard the sound of his mother's car. From the foyer closet, he took a pair of .silk scarves and stuck them into his hip pocket as he pulled the door closed and stood there in the darkness, waiting.
Michele locked her car and walked quickly to the front door of her home. She opened the door and went into the dark foyer. She peered down the dim hall toward the stairs, the den and the dining room.
Suddenly the closet door burst open and a figure dressed in black came out. She gasped as the man grabbed her, clamped a hand over her mouth and roughly twisted one arm behind her.
"Do not resist and you won't be harmed . .."
Her heart beat rapidly as she whined and felt her wrists being bound behind her, then another scarf was tied securely about her eyes.
It's happening! It's actually happening! My God, what if something has happened to my son, and this is ... but the thought was interrupted as rough hands shoved her forward and she felt herself led to the stairway. Then she was guided upstairs., Her thoughts were' in turmoil as she felt herself propelled through the door roughly and she knew she was in her own room-but where was Francois? What had happened to him?
"No noise! Don't say anything... do you understand?" A cold fist closed around her arm. She merely nodded as her breath came in short, sharp gasps.
Michele stood there dumbly as she heard a zipper drawn down and she knew that whomever the person was, he was disrobing.
Frank undressed, quickly and stood before his mother as she waited silently for something to happen. He smiled as he sensed the fear of the unknown in both her and the lovely woman lying bound on the bed.
Michele felt the zipper at the back of her smock being drawn down slowly, then there was a sudden jerk and a rending tear as the material was ripped.
She gave out a startled cry and heard in return another cry, much like her own.
God! she thought what was happening?
Hands ripped off her dress, then she felt her bra straps as they too, were torn.
Then, there was a soft mouth on her right tit, and hands gripped her hips, moving to her panty-covered ass-cheeks. She whimpered lowly as she felt the mouth move to her other tit and suddenly she was responding-her nipples grew stiff and her breath grew shallow-but not from fear, from desire!
Then, the hands moved to her waist and she felt her sheer panties being drawn slowly down her hips, over her garter belt and stockinged legs. She sensed his breath on her legs and without realizing it, she was thrusting her body forward as his hands moved slowly over her silken calves, to her thighs and came to rest on her naked, quivering ass-cheeks.
She whimpered again as a face brushed her thighs. She felt a mouth on her stomach, the tongue, tracing light patterns over her smooth belly, coming to rest finally on her thick mat of pubic hair. She felt her legs being spread, then a hand moved between them and touched her lightly, but the fingers did not enter her cunt-they merely brushed the swollen lips of her pussy and drove her mad with desire.
The tongue brushed her thighs and the hand teased her pussy.
On the bed, Pat listened and felt herself aroused as she realized she was not the only captive in the room. She breathed deeply in an attempt to calm her nerves, but it was impossible. She listened more intently as the other woman cried out and seemed to be begging.
"Please ... please don't hurt me!"
Frank slapped his mother sharply across the face. It startled her more than it hurt her, for the blow was light. She felt her arms being grabbed roughly.
"Do not speak! I've warned you!"
The stinging in her cheek passed and she felt herself turned around and held from behind.
Frank pressed his body against his mother and his swollen, throbbing prick slid between her legs as he reached around and grabbed her tits. He pushed her towards the bed.
Frank shoved Michele and she fell face forward across the bed beside the other woman. He pulled up Pat's gown until it bunched about her full, ripe tits. His hand moved flatly from her tits to her quivering belly, then he paused above her cunt-mound.
Pat moaned. Michele heard her and wondered who it could be.
Pat felt the soft tongue push past her lips as a hand spread her legs and stroked her pussy. She gasped for breath as the tongue was withdrawn, then the mouth moved down her body, pausing briefly to lick the turgid nipples of her heaving tits. Then, something happened that both pleased and frightened the bound woman-the mouth moved over her belly and she felt her legs being spread further apart, then the tongue and lips were on her cunt. She could not believe it was happening!
Frank licked the woman's cunt lavishly as she began to move her hips. He ran his tongue up one side of her pussy and down the other, then he spread the lips and licked it broadly. He felt Pat tense, then she seemed to be raising her hips to him and he buried his face between her legs as she squealed loudly.
Pat felt the man's mouth on her cunt and his tongue teasing her clit. She shivered in delight as he sucked and licked and drove deeper into her with his lips and tongue. She felt herself rising, but just as an orgasm seemed imminent, the mouth was gone and she was left frustrated, breathing in sharp gasps, her hips thrusting upwards where the mouth had been.
Frank pulled the woman to the edge of the bed until her legs dangled over the edge and her pussy was exposed fully. He then took hold of Michele and dragged her from the bed to stand before him. He touched his mother's tits, then her ass and her smooth belly. He licked out with his tongue and teased the stiffened nipples of her tits, then pulled her to him roughly as he bit her neck.
Michele cried out as the hands she could not see cupped the cheeks of her ass and she felt the throbbing prick against her belly.
Frank forced his mother to her knees.
"No! Nooo . . . please don't make me do that!"
He bent her head back as he rubbed his aching prick over her face and pushed it against her lips. He forced open her mouth and filled it with the hardness of his prick. His cock gagged her momentarily, then he .removed it as she adjusted and began to suck it reluctantly. Her mouth was smooth and warm and the wetness of her tongue drove him to new heights of ecstasy as he thrust his hips forward and forced her to take more and more of his cock into her mouth.
His mother struggled at first, as he held her head tightly and shoved that hot, throbbing cock down her throat.
The taste excited her and she found the shape somehow familiar, but it could not be her son, she told herself, he would never be this rough-and what about the other woman on the bed . .. who was she?
Frank withdrew his dribbling prick from his mother's mouth and released her head. She gasped for breath. He stepped behind her and slipped his hands beneath her arms so that she faced the. other woman's splayed legs. On his knees behind her, he rubbed his swollen prick against her bound hands and cupped her full tits as he pushed her forward.
Michele felt the throbbing prick as it moved against her upturned palms. She did not understand what was happening and her confusion doubled as she felt the warm flesh of the other woman's inner thighs against her shoulders. Then, she felt her head being forced forward and as she breathed deeply, the distinct odor of cunt filled her nostrils.
Michele sucked in her breath as her chin touched the other woman's cunt-mound and she tried desperately to pull back, but the hand on her head pushed her steadily forward. Suddenly her face was shoved into another woman's cunt.
"Mother..." a soft voice whispered in her ear as a hand stole to her own pussy. "Suck her cunt, Mama ... lick her pussy ... eat her!"
Chapter Four
A deep thrill went through Michele as she realized her rapist was her sojr! She felt his straining prick against the palms of her hands and she clutched him as best she could, wanting to touch him all the more now that she was sure.
But who was the woman? She questioned herself again as her mouth came in full contact with the soft, wet flesh of the pussy. Again, she experienced a thrill-one that she had long kept buried as she opened her mouth and tasted the woman's cunt. She felt the folds of flesh part as she flicked out her tongue to meet the inner lips of the unknown woman's cunt. Beneath her mouth, the woman's body raised and Michele heard a low groan as her tongue found the erect flesh of the woman's clitoris.
Somehow, Pat sensed the mouth on her cunt was that of another woman and she was thrilled by the thought. She had recognized Mrs. Genet's voice and now the woman was being forced to suck her down there, she was sure. She moved her hips and arched as the unseen tongue came in contact with her pussy and another low moan escaped her lips.
Frank watched with fascination and excitement as his mother willingly sucked the other woman's pussy. Now, he was watching the act closely and a strange excitement took him as he realized fully that both his beautiful mother and their blonde and voluptuous neighbor were completely in his power. He could make them do anything he wished and neither could refuse!
He leaned forward and lifted Pat's legs, placing them over his mother's shoulders. Immediately, the blonde woman thrust her ass forward and locked her heels behind Michele's back.
Frank licked the woman's legs and feet as he reached- to fondle both her tits and her cunt. He moved to his mother's side to rub his throbbing prick against the naked flesh of her thigh. He reached between her spread legs and stroked the thick mat of hair that covered her pussy. His other hand fondled her upraised ass and found her asshole.
Michele's head reeled with passion as her son's fingers entered her sopping cunt and probed her asshole from behind. She sucked the pussy before her and nibbled the turgid clit with her teeth as the woman's legs held her firmly in place. She licked and thought again of her lover, Monique ... the shabby garret in Paris... the long, warm nights spent together exploring each other's bodies with mouths and hands. So many years ago, she thought-before her husband, before Francois.
Michele felt the woman arch to her strongly and she heard the short, sharp gasps as the other woman moaned.
"Ohhh ... Oh, God ... Yes, yessss! Suck ... suck me ... Oh, SUCK MY CUNT! SUCK MY FUCKING CUNT! LICK IT ... Oh, God-Jesus, Yessss!"
Pat shuddered violently as Michele took her over the brink. Frank watched in fascination as the woman writhed while his mother sucked her cunt furiously, her head held tightly between Pat's clenched legs. Frank flngerfucked his mother's cunt and asshole and she, too, began to shudder as her own orgasm ripped through her trembling body.
Michele raised her face and cried out in sheer ecstasy as her son's fingers brought on a nerve-shattering orgasm that left her weak and wilted, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
Finally, Michele turned her face to Frank's as his hands left her tortured body and the woman's legs slipped from her shoulders. She licked her lips and found her tongue captured in Frank's mouth.
"Please, take off my blindfold. I must see who this lovely creature is, Francois!"
He smiled, kissed her again and fondled her tits. "No..."
Michele felt herself being lifted, then guided onto the bed. She fell beside the other woman and Frank watched as his mother rolled over and found Pat's breast with her mouth.
Michele kissed Pat's tit gently, tonguing the nipple. Then, she licked along the woman's throat and crawled into a sitting position.
Pat lay submissively as she felt the other woman's body beside her own. She envisioned her neighbor's naked body-her dark hair, her full sensuous mouth, the soft, slightly upturned tits, the firm flare of her hips and her supple, well-formed legs. As Michele's tongue touched her lips, Pat opened her mouth and accepted it willingly. The nipples of Michele's tits touched her own and she sucked in the other woman's tongue greedily. Then, Pat pushed her tongue against the tone in her mouth.
Pat's legs were raised and pushed back against her tits, the mouth on hers disappeared.
Michele sat up as she felt Frank raise the woman's legs. She sensed what his next act would be. Pat moaned. Michele had some difficulty with her hands tied behind her, but she managed to work her way around finally until she straddled Pat's head between her legs. She inched forward, her legs spread widely. Then, as though she understood, Michele felt the woman arch her neck and she eased her body down slowly, gently onto the waiting mouth.
Pat realized what was happening the moment that Michele moved, and she welcomed it. She had had a thousand fantasies about tasting another woman's pussy. She flicked out her tongue experimentally and she touched the hair-lined fringes of the offered cunt. She knew now, that she was going to eat the other woman's pussy. As Michele came lower, her mouth came in contact fully with the widespread lips of her cunt. Michele squatted lewdly and caught her breath as Pat opened her mouth and her tongue entered her cunt. She rotated her hips slightly and found her breath coming more rapidly as the woman beneath her began sucking wildly.
Frank watched as his mother sat on her neighbor's face and ground her pussy against her mouth. He looked down then at Pat's exposed pussy. He edged forward until his aching prick touched the exposed flesh. His prick moved up and down the wide-gapped pussy before him. He worked the length of his cock between the folds of her outer lips, but he did not enter her. He watched, fascinated as his cock slid easily back and forth over the wet, pink flesh of the woman's cunt.
Pat was wild with passion. She felt the throbbing flesh move against her cunt. She wanted it in-she wanted his cock to fuck her and she tried to move her hips to accomplish this, but she could not make his prick penetrate her aching cunt. She felt herself coming again and she whimpered as she laved the hot cunt over her mouth.
Michele gasped as the woman fucked her tongue in and out of her sopping pussy. She cried out hoarsely, "I... I'm ... Ohhhh ... God, I'm cumming!"
Frank grasped his mother's shaking tits as she orgasmed and he felt himself cumming as he moved his prick up and down the woman's exposed cunt. Then, he looked down in delight as the hot, white globs of cum shot from the head of his prick to splash against Pat's stomach and hang suspended in her blonde patch of pubic hair.
Pat herself cried out and spasmed wildly as the twitching cock against her clit burst forth its hot juices, and her body shook in a tremendous orgasm.
Frank's prick jerked in the final throes, still pressed firmly against the woman's cunt. He sighed deeply and pulled his mother forward and kissed her.
"I love you ..." he whispered. "I love you so much!"
"Please .. . now may I see who it is we are having sex with?" his mother asked softly, her lips pressed close to his ear.
He drew back and kissed the tip of her nose. "No..."
As he stood back from the bed, he looked down at Pat's widespread legs and he saw the darker pink of her asshole exposed, just between the dripping folds of .her unfucked pussy. He smiled. He knew what he was going to do next-he was going to fuck her in the ass!
But first, he went downstairs and took a bottle of chilled wine from the box, found a single glass and returned upstairs to find Michele on her knees again, softly kissing the other woman's cunt. He touched her head gently. She leaned back and sighed, then drank thirstily from the glass Frank held for her.
After they had each taken several glasses of the heady wine and Frank had given a few sips to the captive neighbor, he hauled Pat off the bed roughly and forced her to sit on a wide velvet foot stool.
He moved Michele around behind the woman. As his mother rubbed her titties against Pat's naked back, he held his soft prick in his hand and began rubbing it over her face.
"No!" Pat cried out, "Not that... don't make me put it in my mouth ... that's ... that's obscene!"
But deep inside, she longed to feel the hardness of a prick in her mouth. The velvety head of the man's prick rubbed against her lips. Then, she felt him pinch her nostrils together and she opened her mouth suddenly to gasp for breath.
Her mouth was suddenly filled with the most sensual thing she could ever recall. As she gagged momentarily, she felt the flesh begin to expand and grow hard. She licked experimentally, just as she had done when she had found the pussy near her lips, and the feelings she was deriving were not at all what she had expected.
There was no revulsion, no bad taste and above all, she liked the feel of the hot, throbbing cock as it moved between her lips and over her tongue.
Pat felt the other woman's body move against her back and she was suddenly excited by it all. How beautiful, she thought, how absolutely sublime. Then, just as she was beginning to enjoy it, she felt the hot prick withdrawn from her mouth.
Pat was pulled to her feet and before she knew it, she was kneeling on the floor, her face shoved between the other woman's legs again. She felt something cold and greasy being applied to her rectum. A finger intruded and she cried out sharply in sudden pain-then, she realized what was about to happen to her.
Frank shoved the squirming woman forward until her head was buried firmly between his mother's thighs, then he watched his mother as she held her legs tightly against the woman's shoulders.
Excitedly, Frank wormed his finger, coated with vaseline, into the woman's protesting ass. He felt his finger slide in to the first knuckle. She gave out with a small cry and he penetrated her ass fully. He turned his hand and began fucking in and out of her asshole slowly.
Pat tried to pull back, but she could not, and she tried desperately to relax her ass muscles as the raping linger fucked her asshole viciously. She could not resist opening her mouth and extending her tongue-it was almost as though she were being raped and forced to eat pussy.
Pat felt the evil finger withdrawn then and she sighed as she began to lick Michele's cunt more passionately. She sensed she was bringing pleasure to the other woman and this heightened her own passion. She felt something soft and blunt nudge her asshole as hands stroked her full, wide hips.
Frank looked at Pat as she lapped his mother's cunt, then he spread a liberal amount of the thick jelly on the head of his throbbing shaft, then along its entire length. The head of his prick touched the tiny brown ring of the woman's asshole. Her anus was soft and pliable. He shoved forward gently and felt her asshole tighten, then relax as he pushed the head of his cock into her rectum.
He stopped momentarily and allowed her bowels to adjust to his bulging prick, then as he took hold of her soft hips, he shoved forward gently and more of his prick entered her ass.
Pat squirmed uncomfortably for a moment, but when he paused, she seemed to relax again. Then, looking up at his mother's passion-contorted face, he held tightly to Pat's hips and shoved forward, burying his prick in her tightly clenching asshole.
Pat cried out. Michele sensed that her son was fucking the woman's ass. Pat froze for a moment, her mouth glued to Michele's pussy, then ever so slowly, she began to lick and suck again.
Frank withdrew his prick slowly and watched as it emerged from the woman's ass-it pulled the flesh back as it was withdrawn, but the clenching asshole seemed like a tight, small mouth as he pulled out. He paused with just the head of his prick embedded in her ass. He pushed gently. As the woman's rectum adjusted to the size of his prick, he began to feel the hot waves of pleasure wash over him and he began to fuck her ass faster. In and out, his prick slid and he watched it as the sucking asshole seemed to take it in of its own volition.
In a moment of passion, he reached behind him to the bedstand, opened the drawer and took out a thick candle. He smiled, then reached around and between Pat's legs to rub her pussy with the blunt end of the candle.
Pat wiggled slightly as he stopped his thrusting motion, then as he spread the lips of her pussy to insert the candle, she gasped loudly.
"Yessss! Fuck me there! Fuck me in my ass ... my cunt... fuck me in my mouth ... Oh, God, just fuck me!"
Michele heard the woman's cries as her son brutalized the woman's ass and her cunt at the same time.
Frank shoved the candle in the woman's pussy as far as it would go and it seemed he could feel the hard outline of it with his prick as it drove deeply into her asshole.
Pat shuddered and spasmed as Frank brought her off with the dual fucking. She whimpered as she sucked the other woman's pussy. She shuddered again as Frank withdrew the candle suddenly and moved her head. He inserted the candle into his mother's cunt, then pushed Pat's face forward again.
Pat took the end of it in her mouth-she began a slow fucking motion with her head. The thick, white candle began to move in and out of Michele's dripping pussy.
Frank watched as his mother tensed, stiffened and suddenly she was crying out as her orgasm caused her legs to shoot straight out from her body and shake violently.
Then, Frank concentrated on cumming himself. He reached beneath Pat, grabbed hold of her tits and squeezed her nipples. He stroked them gently as he moved his hips against her upraised ass. His prick slid all the way in to the hilt and as he held himself there, he felt her asshole clench and unclench, sending waves of pure ecstasy rushing through his young body.
He pulled his prick out once more, then shoved it in again violently as his semen boiled forth and shot in great spasms into Pat's hot ass. She felt him cum and she sighed deeply as the rush of hot semen splashed inside her bowels. Then, his prick was twitching gently and she felt it soften, then withdrawing. Her anal muscles seemed to be squeezing his cock.
The moment that it popped out, Pat felt suddenly empty and lost. Never before had she enjoyed an act of sex as she had enjoyed being fucked in the ass and the cunt at the same time; she thought of all those lost years with a husband who would only fuck her as a duty.
She felt the hot tears washing down her face as Frank helped her to her feet and led her again to the bed.
As she lay back, she felt Michele's lips closing over hers; she felt her tears mingle with the other woman's, and she knew that her life would never be the same again. Never!
Chapter Five
Frank had spent the entire day forcing the women to do his bidding; he had made Pat suck him nearly to completion as she sat on Michele's face, then he had pulled his swollen prick from her mouth to ejaculate all over her face and on her heaving tits.
With Michele, too, he had enjoyed his whims. He had fucked her dog-fashion as she ate the other woman's pussy, then pulled his prick out of her soaking cunt at the last moment to shove it into her tight, clinging asshole to spew his load of cum' deep into her bowels.
He dressed slowly, then found Pat's transparent slicker and her discarded housecoat. He wrapped them both around her sleeping form, then gently lifted her from Michele's bed and carried her downstairs, through the kitchen and entered the night cautiously. He crossed the wide expanse of lawn beyond the hedge and entered Pat's house from the rear.
He carried the sleeping form upstairs. He laid her gently across the bed. As she stirred, he bent over and kissed her warmly.
As he looked down at her lying helpless on her own bed, he felt a sudden stirring inside him and he was seriously tempted to fuck her again. But there would be other times, he knew, as he looked down on her helpless form, still bound and blindfolded ... and why not; with others? He had thought about the possibility of such things during the long day, and once while he napped briefly, he had engaged in a fantasy of his own.
It would be so easy, he thought-surely there were thousands of women who would willingly engage in secret passions with him if they could justify their acts by the rationale that they were held "helpless".
It was something to dwell upon, he told himself as he rolled Pat to her stomach, ran his hand up her silken thighs one last time to touch the softness of her pussy-lips and stroke her cunt gently. Then, he quickly untied the cord about her wrists, stood up from the bed and left the room
Pat heard the bedroom door close and she lay very still for a few long minutes. From downstairs she heard the door closing. Sitting up slowly, she looked about the familiar bedroom and sighed. She rubbed her swollen wrists and winced as she realized how tightly they had been bound. Turning on the night light, she dragged her aching body from the bed and stumbled into the bathroom.
She ran the water hotly into the sunken tub. As she sank down into the water and lay her head back, she felt herself strangely aroused once again at the recall of each of the acts she would have at one time called "perverted". It was so strange, yet so ecstatic.
Michele felt her hands being untied, and she sighed deeply as the blindfold was removed. She opened her eyes and looked up to find her son sitting beside her on the bed with a concerned look on his face.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
She slipped her arms about his neck and brought his face down to hers. She kissed him.
"I have never been so all right, my son ... never in my entire life. You have fulfilled me."
He smiled. "Shall we bathe?"
"Oh, yes ..." she said, sitting up slowly.
As they sat together in the deep tub, Michele leaned back against her son as he reached around and soaped her tits; her nipples were supersensitive, as was her cunt, but the hot, scented water was soothing her aches. She leaned back and felt his soft hands soaping her tits, her belly and the upper portions of her thighs. She was tired, but the brief naps they had taken during the course of the day" had taken the edge off of her exhaustion, and again, as she thought about it, she wondered: who was the other woman?
"A prostitute ... you hired a prostitute, Francois..."
He laughed. "Now why would I do such a thing, Mama? I have the most beautiful woman in the world at my beck and call... a prostitute? No - never!"
"But who was she?" she asked again. "I know she was bound and blindfolded just as I was, but she seemed so willing... I just cannot imagine who it might have been."
"Did you enjoy her body, Mama?" he asked and held her tits as she stroked his legs gertly.
"How can you possibly ask that? But of course I enjoyed her!" They both laughed. "I... I would like to have ... uh, I would like to have been able to make love to her, Francois..." She giggled. "Do I seem terribly foolish?"
"No, of course not... I have heard of such things and as much as I enjoy your body, it does not surprise me that you might enjoy our neighbor's body as much."
"Our neighbor, Pat... Mrs. Lindner! Francois ... you didn't! Don't tell me that the woman ... that it was ..."
He smiled and shrugged impishly. "All right, Mama... I won't tell you." He laughed loudly, pulled her to him and crushed his mouth to hers.
She struggled only momentarily, then she submitted to his caresses. As their mouths parted, she too, laughed.
"But what must she think? I mean, that poor woman ..."
"She must think that she has had a very busy day___and a very interesting introduction to her neighbors' home!"
Pat answered the telephone on its third ring.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. Lindner ... Pat..." Michele said and paused.
Pat heard and recognized the woman's voice and a sharp thrill went through her body. She swallowed and replied, "Yes ..."
Michele laughed lightly. "This is Michele Genet. I'm terribly sorry I wasn't at home this morning as I told you I'd be ... I certainly hope I didn't inconvenience you."
Pat shook her head in disbelief. "Ah, no ... not at all. Actually I got quite busy myself."
"Well, listen, I'm terribly ashamed I wasn't here as I'd planned to be ... I went out early and somehow I managed to get tied up all day."
"Ah, yes... I know how those things can happen," Pat replied and cleared her throat.
"Darling, I would like to make amends... Francois and I were about to share an early supper, and if you had nothing planned ..." and she left the invitation hanging. Surely, the woman knew who the other participants in the forced orgy had been, and if she accepted now ...
Pat felt a rush of blood to her face. The woman was actually inviting her over to eat supper with them both! And as she considered it, she recalled the warm mouth of her neighbor, the searching tongue that had driven her mad with passion ... and her cunt-God, she thought, how terribly sweet that forbidden fruit!
She cleared her throat again, then responded, "Ah, Mrs. Genet..."
"Michele, please," the other woman interrupted.
"Michele," she said. "I... I think I would like that very much ... if it's no trouble."
"Trouble? Nonsense!" Michele said and laughed lightly as a surge of relief ran through her body at the woman's acceptance. "A half hour, then?"
"A half hour..." Pat repeated and set the phone in its cradle, still a bit stunned by the sudden turn of events. A half hour, she thought... and I'm going to have to face them both-my God, can I do it?
Chapter Six
As they finished the meal, Pat found herself both giddy and lightheaded from all the drinks. They adjourned to the living room. She sat on a long, wide divan of crushed white velvet and she luxuriated in the touch of it. It was almost sensual, she thought as she ran her hands over the plush velour.
Michele sat close to her. "The most astounding thing happened to me today, I must tell you about it." and she touched the woman's thigh familiarly.
Again, Pat felt a twinge in the pit of her stomach. She was relieved when she saw Frank approaching with a decanter of golden liquor and three tiny glasses. She watched as he poured carefully, then handed her one.
Tasting the liquor, Pat raised her eyes to find the youth looking at her, a half smile on his face. She felt her own cheeks flush as Michele's words came to her again-something astounding, she had said. And Pat wondered if she was going to tell her about it.
Frank seated himself on the corner of the low coffee table in front of Pat. He openly admired her body.
She was wearing a lime green blouse with large puffed sleeves and long collar that emphasized seductively the nipples of her tits-which were unhampered by a bra, he noticed. Her skirt matched the color of her blouse and fit tightly across her hips and thighs to flare outward at the knees where slits ran up both sides.
As she crossed her legs, Frank caught sight of her golden thighs and he wondered idly what Michele had in mind as she sipped her liquor, then lit a cigarette.
Michele set the table lighter aside and exchanged a warm glance with her son, then she turned to Pat. "I suppose it wouldn't embarrass Francois if I shared our secret in front of him." And she touched Pat's leg again.
A warm thrill went through Pat's body. "Our... our secret?"
"His and mine, darling," Michele replied. "Not only was the thing that happened today astounding, but it was just a bit frightening at first." She squeezed Pat's leg again. "But if you'd rather not hear about it..."
"Oh no ..." Pat said a little too quickly as she felt herself flush again. "I mean, if you really want to tell me ... "
"Well, I returned home unexpectedly this morning-I had neglected to take my purse-and someone was in the house."
"Someone?" Pat remarked and cast a nervous glance toward Frank.
"Yes, someone. A man. As I entered the house, he grabbed me and tied my hands, then he placed a blindfold over my eyes and took me upstairs ..."
"Ah, your son ... Frank ..."
Frank sighed and gestured. "I too, was bound. I spent a most miserable day bound and gagged on the back porch."
"God, how terrible," Pat said. "Were you robbed-did you report it to the police?"
"No to both questions," Michele replied. "The man was a most peculiar burglar-he did not steal anything, but he ... he ... "
"Yes ... go on," Pat urged.
"Well, as I said, he took me upstairs, and into my own bedroom ..." Michele dropped her eyes and lowered her voice. "And he ripped all of my clothes from my body."
"How terrible!" Pat exclaimed.
Michele smiled. "Not really." She placed her hand on the other woman's thigh again. "You see, there was another woman in my bedroom... he made us do all sorts of things to him ... and to each other. We enjoyed ourselves all day long. Actually, it was all very exciting."
Pat felt her face burn as the woman admitted that she had enjoyed the rape and the sex shared with another woman. The candor was beyond Pat's realm of understanding and she felt suddenly giddy as Michele's hand massaged her thigh, then moved higher on her leg. "It... it must have been - " she stammered.
"Francois and I were both wondering if perhaps you might know who the other woman was."
Pat blinked and swallowed thickly as she recalled Frank standing naked in the kitchen that very morning, jacking off and shooting his cum into his mother's mouth ... had she really seen that, or had she just imagined it? Pat felt a new rush of sensation that emanated from her cunt. "Ah ... but how ... how on earth would I know?"
Frank smiled, caught up in his mother's game. "To tell you the truth," he said, leaning forward to cup her bare calf, "we both thought it might have been you ... I was able to free myself just after dark and I could have sworn that when the man-whoever he was- left the house by the rear entrance, he carried someone into your house."
Pat felt the bottom drop from her stomach as the youth fondled her leg. She glanced from his hand to Michele's.
Frank caught the slight nod of his mother's head and he stood before the blonde woman. He smiled down, at her, then boldly pulled his zipper and freed his prick. "If it was you, then I would feel terribly cheated ... cheated that I didn't have the opportunity to join in."
Pat stared in disbelief as the youth fondled his prick. Then, she felt Michele's hand on her tit and she felt suddenly warm.
"Well, Pat... was it you?" Frank asked as he stroked his lewdly exposed prick just inches from her face while his mother fondled her tits silently.
"Oh ... oh, God!" Pat said pitifully and tried to hide her face in her hands. As she did, Michele slid her hand beneath the woman's skirt and forced her to uncross her legs.
"Please," Michele cooed in her ear. "Do not be frightened, we mean you no harm, only pleasure."
Pat felt Michele's soft hand between her legs and she spread her legs and moaned as Michele stroked the silken crotch of her panties. She felt herself spreading her legs wider, then, she felt Frank's hand on her own. She opened her eyes as the youth placed her hand on his twitching prick. She saw a glistening drop of preseminal fluid as it squeezed from the narrow slit of the huge cockhead. She whimpered as Michele snaked a finger under the elastic leg band of her panties and teased the outer lips of her cunt.
"Kiss it, Pat... put it in your mouth," she heard Michele whisper as her finger entered her sopping cunt and touched her clit. "Suck Francois ... he has such a beautiful prick ..."
Again, it seemed she had no control over her actions and she leaned forward. The throbbing flesh of his cock touched her lips. As her mouth ovaled and she took the head of his prick in, she tasted the fluid and a thrill went through her again. She closed her mouth around his cock and took its length deep into her throat as Michele fingerfucked her softly.
"You did it better than that, this morning," she heard Frank say, then he laughed lightly as he buried his prick in her throat.
God! It was him! It was Michele's son! And the sudden reality that she had been held captive all day at the hands of this boy, excited her even more as she moaned and spread her legs even wider for Michele.
She squeezed the hot, throbbing cock tightly with her hands and mouth, then she felt the catch at her waist freed and the buttons of her blouse being unfastened.
Frank pumped his hot cock into her slobbering mouth and watched as his mother removed the woman's clothing. As Pat shrugged out of her blouse to display her exquisite tits, Frank pulled back and removed his prick from her mouth. The action left her gasping for breath and before she realized what had happened, Michele had forced down her long skirt and Pat sat naked except for her wet panties.
Pat looked up at Frank questioningly and saw him tuck his prick into his pants. When she turned to Michele, she found the woman had shed her clothing too, and was sitting beside her totally naked. She threw herself into Michele's arms and their mouths came together.
Frank watched as Michele kissed the other woman, her hands on her shaking tits, then as their mouths parted, she forced Pat to lay back. His mother licked the other woman's cunt through the sheer material of her panties and the blonde widow squirmed uncontrollably beneath her.
Frank sensed that his mother wanted this woman for herself. He picked up his drink and finished it. As the heady liquor burned its way to his stomach, he saw his mother pull Pat's panties from her body and toss them aside as she lowered her head once more to the woman's pussy. He watched as his mother's pink tongue flicked out, touched the woman's cunt and a shiver went through her body.
Frank bent over the writhing woman, kissed her warmly and allowed her to suck his tongue, just as she had his prick. He cupped her heaving tit, felt the nipple stiff beneath his palm, then he raised his mouth to hers. "She really does want you, Pat... and I believe you want her ..." Frank stood up then, and smiling at the two woman as they coupled on the soft velvet of the couch, he left them alone.
He climbed the stairs to his own room. Tonight was going to be something special!
Chapter Seven
In his room, Frank changed his clothing quickly. He chose the same garments he had worn earlier that day, then topped them off with a dark windbreaker. He stuffed two of his mother's silk scarves into his pocket, then found the ski mask he had worn. He found his pocket knife in a bureau drawer.
As he descended the stairs, he glanced toward the room where his mother and their neighbor were deep in the throes of orgasm and he heard his mother call out loudly from the 69 position.
"Ohhh ... yessss! Suck my cunt... EAT ME ... make me cum!"
Panting loudly, Pat replied, "Yess! Lick me ... God, I'm going to cum again!"
Smiling, he went into the garage. He found the slender nylon rope.
He chose the path through the back yard and opened the gate to the alley. The pavement still glistened from the day's misting rain and he smiled to himself as he looked up at the moonless sky. Perfect, he thought as he felt a new rush of excitement.
It was chilly and he turned up the collar of his windbreaker as a dog- barked behind a high stone wall. He kept close to the fences and walls and out of the lighted areas. Near the next corner, he stopped and peered through a redwood gate as a light came from the rear of the house. , He slipped the latch and squeezed through the narrow opening, then closed it quietly. He stood in the shadows near the lighted window. He held his breath as he crouched low, then eased himself into a position where he could look into the home.
He found a large, well-furnished bedroom and his heart skipped a beat as he saw standing before the dresser, a slender redheaded woman. She brushed her long hair with strong, even strokes. As she lifted her arms each time, Frank could see her tits rise, then fall, and the hem of her short gown hiked up to expose a darker thatch of hair between her legs.
His pulse raced wildly as he watched. His prick grew thick alongside his thigh as the woman exposed her lush cunt in the reflection in the mirror. He swallowed thickly and he visualized the beautiful woman bound and blindfolded on the spacious bed.
Now, all he had to do was to gain entrance to the house and take her by surprise. He was going to have this woman, fuck her and eat her pussy and force her to do his bidding.
He looked toward the bedroom door and wondered what lay beyond it, then he caught his breath as the woman slipped out of her gown and stood totally naked before him. The full cheeks of her ass were pointed toward him and he thought how good it was going to feel to spread them and force his stiff prick into her asshole ... and she would squirm with delight and she would love it!
He watched, transfixed as the woman took the hairbrush and moved it lovingly over her thick patch of pubic hair, then she reversed it and stroked her pussy with the curved handle.
His prick nearly erupted as he watched her fuck herself in that manner.
Glancing from right to left, Frank saw the patio doors.
He was about to move toward the outer doors, when the woman dropped the hairbrush on the dresser and turned-Frank's mouth fell agape as a large, heavily muscled black man entered the room naked!
Frank watched in surprise as the woman went to him and slipped her arms about his neck as his huge black hands encircled her waist and cupped her full, round asscheeks and pulled her to him. A
Sudden fear raced through Frank's body. He thanked God he had waited as long as he had-he had naturally assumed she was alone.
"Just think, darling," he heard the woman saying. "We have all night long ..."
"You sure he won't be back until tomorrow?"
She laughed. "If I weren't positive, you wouldn't be here now..." She fondled his thick, black prick as she led him to the bed. "I want you to fuck me silly with this beautiful cock of yours... "
He forced her to sit on the edge of the bed. He pushed his huge prick into her mouth. "And I want you to suck my brains out, baby ... suck me deep and let me cum in your mouth ..."
As Frank watched in utter fascination, the beautiful woman sucked the man's prick deeper into her throat and seemed to swallow it whole. The man reached for the night stand and turned off the light.
Frank stood frustrated in the darkness as the sounds of slurping cocksucking came to him from the bedroom. He cursed his luck and walked back to the alley.
Four blocks further on, he found another house.
He climbed a low wall and found himself in a spacious back yard strewn with children's toys. He moved through the darkness quietly and peered into the open windows of a large family room.
His heart beat wildly as he saw a young girl seated in a contour chair-she was watching TV.
She was wearing a loose sweat shirt and a pair of cut-off jeans that exposed well fleshed tanned legs. He felt his prick throb painfully as he gazed at her. She uncrossed her legs, got up from the chair and crossed to the TV to change the channel. Her pert ass stuck out firmly as she bent over and Frank could see the well-defined outline of her cunt through the thin material of her jeans.
Moving away from the windows he made his way around the house and peered into the corner bedroom; it was vacant and the light that came from the hallway illuminated the room beyond. Making his way around the corner of the house, he looked into that room and saw two children asleep in their beds... and that told the story-a babysitter!
Moving stealthily, he made his way to the kitchen door and very carefully, he tried the knob. The door opened!
Stepping inside, he closed the door and stood quietly for a moment trying to calm his nerves and his hard breathing. He pulled the ski mask over his head and fished one of the scarves from his jacket pocket. He moved silently to the open door that led to the den.
Frank looked at the back of the girl's head as she sat in the chair. His pulse raced wildly. He moved forward. He held his breath and raised his hands, holding the twisted scarf before him.
The girl did not have time to scream as Frank twisted the scarf about her mouth, tying it quickly. She struggled, but he grabbed hold of her wrist and held tightly as he dragged her from the chair. Her eyes were wide with fright as she saw his masked face.
"I have a knife!" he told her sharply and she ceased her struggle as he forced her to her stomach, pulled her arms behind her back and bound them quickly with the nylon cord. He heard her whimper as he took the second scarf and blindfolded her, then he pulled her to her feet.
"I'm not going to hurt you... do you understand?"
The girl nodded her head fearfully.
"If you'll promise not to scream, I'll take off the gag ... do I have your word?"
Again, she nodded.
Frank felt her body shake as he reached behind her head and untied the knot that held the gag. As it was pulled free, the girl gasped.
"What... what are you going to do ... to me ... what do you want?"
Frank smiled. He touched her cheek gently. "What I plan to do depends upon you ... do you live here?".
She shook her head. "N... no, I'm just babysitting for Mister Tanner ... his wife is -she's in the hospital... had a ba ... baby."
"How long will he be gone?"
"I... I don't know ... sometimes he stops on the way home... but he's due back any time now - please, don't hurt me . .. please!"
"I won't harm you," he said warmly and pulled her to him.
He found her mouth with his. As he pressed his lips to hers, she struggled again, making a small, mewing sound in her throat. He forced his tongue into her mouth, but she failed to respond. Then, as he pulled his mouth away, he slipped his hand beneath her sweatshirt and found she wore no bra.
"Oh!" she exclaimed as his hand closed about her firm young tit and squeezed gently. "You ... you're not going ... you wouldn't..." He rubbed his palm over her nipple and felt it stiffen.
"Fuck you?" he asked and smiled as he saw her face color. "Are you a virgin?"
"Oh, God ... please ... don't do that to me ... please!"
"Are you a virgin?" he asked more sharply.
The girl hung her head, then finally, she shook it slowly from side to side. "No ..."
Frank lifted her sweatshirt and gazed at her golden body-her tits stood straight out and the nipples were small and erect.
He lowered his head and closed his mouth about one, and then the other. He felt the girl stiffen as he licked her tits, then she shivered.
As he sucked her titties, Frank fumbled with the zipper of her jeans. She began breathing heavily as he drew it down. He pushed her jeans to her knees and he gazed at the hair above her pussy.
He removed her jeans. He inhaled deeply as he nuzzled her cunt with his nose and mouth.
She tried to move away from him at first, but as his hands moved up the backs of her thighs to cup her ass, she seemed to relax and he reveled in the Smoothness of her fully rounded ass-cheeks, Frank spread the girl's legs slightly. She moaned as he flicked out his tongue to touch the lips of her young pussy. She seemed to spread her legs even further then. He closed his mouth around the puffed mound of her cunt.
She hunched her cunt at his face. He licked and sucked, then pressed his face into the warm wetness of her cunt as she ground her body to him. She moaned loudly again and her breath came in short gasps as he lapped her pussy obscenely.
Then, Frank stood up and looked at her face; she was licking her lips as her body quivered. Standing, he forced her to her knees. He pulled down the zipper of his pants to free his aching cock.
The girl gasped as he placed the head of his prick against her cheek. He smiled, rubbing the dripping head of his prick over her face.
As he moved his cock against her lips a second time, she whimpered lowly and opened her mouth. Frank shoved forward with his hips. The head of his prick entered the girl's soft mouth. Her tongue licked the bottom of his prick and as she opened her mouth wider, Frank shoved and his prick disappeared into her sucking mouth.
She was no amateur! The way she took the throbbing shaft into her mouth, Frank knew that his was not the first prick she had sucked. He watched in fascination as the girl's mouth ovaled and her cheeks hollowed as she pulled her head back, then plunged deeply again on his prick.
He felt his juices rising and he knew he was going to shoot his load of cum into her young, hot mouth. He took hold of her head and began to hunch his hips as he fucked her mouth. He looked down at her as she squirmed at his feet.
Then, it was coming-he felt the first wave of his orgasm as it warmed his legs, then his stomach and washed over him in a surge that caused him to catch his breath and gasp.
The girl never stopped sucking-as the first spurt of hot cum splashed into her mouth, she pulled back to the head of his prick and sucked hard as though she wanted to drain his cock absolutely dry.
Frank's legs began shaking as the contractions went on and on. As his prick became limp, he held onto her head and told her to stop, to hold his prick in her mouth. The girl did, but her tongue kept moving against his prick as she swallowed his hot cum.
Frank pulled his prick from her mouth and looked at it-his cock had not softened completely and he smiled. He took hold of the girl's arms and brought her to her feet.
He kissed her passionately and she returned his kiss, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth as she pressed her body against his.
He moved his hand between them and insinuated his middle finger into her tight cunt. She squirmed against him and moved her hips back andl forth in rhythm to his fucking hand as he sucked on her tongue and fondled the cheeks of her ass. As he pulled his mouth from hers, he swallowed the taste of his own semen.
"Oh ... God ... make me cum ... fingerfuck me... fuck me, suck me, do something for me..."
Her body shook as he worked his hand in and out of her cunt, three fingers buried in her pussy now.
As her body began to quiver, she hunched against his hand. He shoved the middle finger of his left hand up her asshole and she cried out and began to shake all over. He felt her juices flowing against his other hand and he moved it more rapidly, concentrating on her turgid clit as she bucked her hips forward. Her asshole clenched and unclenched as she cried out.
"Uhhhn ... yesss! Yesss, I'm cummmmming!"
She shuddered as the orgasm broke over her young body. She stood quivering, with his fingers in her pussy and her asshole, her head thrown back and her mouth wide.
"Agghhhh!" she moaned.
As she leaned weakly against him, Frank withdrew his hand from her sopping cunt and lifted it to her face.
"Lick my fingers," he told her.
Obediently, the girl opened her mouth and, one by one, she licked her own cunt-juices from his fingers, then he slipped his finger from her tightly clenched asshole and raised it to her mouth.
"Suck it!" he ordered her.
She obeyed him. As he shoved his finger into her mouth, she shivered again as though a last small wave of orgasm took her.
"Wow!"
Frank heard the voice coming from behind him. A surge of fear went through him as he turned and found a young boy standing in the door to the hallway.
Ten, perhaps eleven years old, the boy's eyes were wide with awe as he stared at the naked body of his babysitter.
Frank's first impulse was to turn and run, then he saw the bulge in the boy's pajama pants and a sly smile crept across his face. He looked at the boy and when their eyes met, Frank beckoned him silently with a crook of his finger.
The boy moved forward hesitantly. But as he came closer to the girl, his attention turned to her and completely ignored Frank, who stood there, his stiff prick standing out from his opened fry.
The boy stood in front of the girl and gazed at her widespread legs, then up at her jutting tits.
Frank smiled to himself and he pointed to the girl's cunt, then nodded his head.
The boy understood. He reached out nervously and touched the light brown hair of her cunt. The girl jumped as the boy's hand touched her. He moved his hand between her legs and inserted a finger into her pussy. With his other hand,, he touched her tit-lightly at first, then his hands became bolder and he squeezed her nipples, licking his lips and looking apprehensively at Frank.
Frank nodded and stepped away, curious as to what the boy would do.
Without hesitation, the boy closed his young mouth about the nipple of his babysitter's tit and he sucked loudly.
The girl grimaced, then she moaned again as his hand found her clit. She began to move against him just as she had against Frank. Then the boy removed his mouth from her tit and freed his own small prick from his pajamas. He began to rub it against the hair of her crotch.
Frank's prick ached for release again as he watched the erotic scene of the boy playing freely with the older girl. He looked at the girl's inviting ass and he touched the boy's shoulder.
Immediately the boy jumped back as though frightened by the sudden contact.
Frank held up a hand and pointed first to the girl's mouth, then to the boy's stiff young prick. He got the idea and smiled nervously as Frank took hold of the girl from behind and led her to a wide foot stool. He forced her to her knees, then he gestured to the boy.
Hesitantly, the boy moved forward and held his little prick in his hand. Frank lifted the girl's head slightly and the boy swallowed, his eyes wide as the girl's mouth opened slightly.
The boy stood transfixed, his prick only inches from her waiting mouth; Frank reached forward and pulled the boy to her. She took his cock into her mouth, then pulled off suddenly as though she realized it was not the same prick she had sucked before.
"Suck it!" Frank commanded her.
She whimpered as she opened her mouth again and the boy shoved his prick in without hesitation.
"Ohhh!" he groaned as the girl's mouth closed around his throbbing cock.
Frank smiled as the boy began moving his hips back and forth in a humping fashion and his little prick was sucked to the hilt into her hot mouth.
Frank kneeled behind her and moved his hands over the smooth cheeks of her upturned ass. Her skin was smooth and warm and it sent chills through him as her head moved on the boy's prick and a low groan came from deep in her throat.
Quickly, he unbuckled his pants and thrust his aching prick into the cleft between her ass-cheeks. He took hold of his prick and guided it into the soft, wet nest of her dripping pussy.
She gasped as she felt the velvet head of his prick nudge the outer lips, then almost instinctive-ly, she spread her legs and shoved backwards to ease his prick into her cunt.
Frank felt the head of his prick enter her cunt and he shoved forward-his prick slid into the tight channel of her cunt, and he felt her body shake as he eased his cock in.
The young boy had his mouth open and seemed to be gasping for breath as the teenaged girl sucked his throbbing prick. Then the boy closed his eyes and moaned as the girl made a slurping noise with her mouth.
Frank rotated his hips as his cock was buried in her hot pussy. He leaned forward and cupped her taut young tits as she ground her ass against his pelvis and his balls slapped the backs of her thighs.
A low whimper began deep in her throat as she ran her tongue over the head of the tiny prick in her mouth, and Frank felt the stiffness of her nipples against the hot flesh of his palms. When he looked again at the young boy, he saw that his body was shaking uncontrollably and the sounds coming from his throat were those of pure animal lust.
Frank pulled his prick almost all the way out of the girl's pussy. He was fascinated as he watched the hair-lined lips pull outward as he withdrew his cock. The pink edges of her cunt-lips glistened wetly. Then, he thrust forward violently and shoved his prick into her cunt to the hilt. She cried out-but not in pain. She pulled her mouth away from the boy's prick and a gurgling sound emanated from her throat.
"Ohhh ... uhhhhn, do that!" she told Frank as her body was seized by a sudden quaking. "Deep ... hard ... fuck me hard!"
Frank drew his prick out slowly to the head, then reached down and rubbed the tingling head against the top of her slit.
She moaned again. "Yesss . . . rub it there ....
rub it there . . . you're going to make me cum .. ."
Frank glanced up to see the young boy take hold of the girl's head and force his prick into her mouth again. Frank plunged deeply again and held the girl's hips as she moaned and her pussy clenched in the first stages of orgasm. He thought about the possibility of her getting pregnant, and as her pussy tightened about his. cock, he felt his own juices begin to flow. He reached between her legs and began to stimulate her clit with his finger.
As he felt the first contraction come, he pulled his prick from her dripping cunt and jammed it between the full fleshed cheeks of her ass and it began to spurt long, white globs of semen over her asshole.
"Nooo!" she screamed around the prick in her mouth. "Nooo ... put it in . .. fuck me ... cum in my pussy ... cum in meee!"
She stiffened her body as his prick spurted glob after glob between the cheeks of her ass.
Just then, a pair of headlights washed the front of the house. Frank felt a moment of panic. He looked at the boy and he had seen them too.
Quickly, Frank pointed to the bedroom and knowingly, the boy pulled his stiff prick from the girl's mouth, looked longingly at her cum-drenched ass and thighs and ran for his bed as a car door slammed.
Frank quickly ran for the kitchen as a man's voice called out.
"Hey ... I'm home ..."
Frank let himself out of the kitchen door and his heart beat rapidly as he inhaled the fresh cool air of the night. He walked quickly to the open window that looked into the family room and just as he reached it, he saw a man in his early thirties enter the room and stop frozen in his tracks as he saw the naked babysitter bent over the low footstool, her young ass still exposed and cum still dripping from her thighs.
The man gasped and took a step forward, then he looked around cautiously as though afraid someone might still be lurking in the shadows." Frank watched and fully expected the man of the house to untie the helpless girl, but as he approached her, Frank saw the bulge in his pants.
The man looked around again furtively and his eyes grew wide as he looked down at the naked, helpless girl before him. Rubbing the front of his pants, he sank to his knees behind the girl and looked at her exposed pussy. He looked about again, then reached out and touched the smooth skin of her hip and let his hand linger.
As he touched her, the girl raised her head and a light shiver ran through her body.
"Ohhh ... do it again ... please, do it again before you leave," the girl said breathlessly.
Frank knew that she had heard the man enter and calling out-but still she moaned and wiggled her ass beneath the man's hand.
Frank stood in the shadows as the man unzipped his trousers and took out his stiff prick. His cock was much larger than Frank's and the look on his face as he pulled back the foreskin to expose the glistening head showed that he had no intention of freeing the girl immediately.
The man bent forward and rubbed his cheek against the smooth skin of the girl's ass, then Frank saw his tongue flick out and caress the cleft of her ass. He placed his hands on her ass and spread the cheeks wide as he lowered his head and buried his face in her sopping young pussy. He began licking and sucking her furiously, stroking his huge prick with his free hand.
Frank freed his prick from his trousers as the man sucked the babysitter's pussy from behind. Frank began stroking his cock as the girl writhed and moaned in pleasure under the man's mouth. She turned her head then, her mouth opened wide.
"Eat me ... suck me off... let me suck you... put it in my mouth!" she cried. "Please
... shove your prick down my throat!"
Her ardor astonished the man. He pulled her from the footstool and turned her around so that she was squatting over his face. He lay down flat on the floor and guided her head to his throbbing prick. She opened her mouth and immediately began licking the length of his shaft.
The man flicked out his tongue and Frank felt his orgasm coming as the girl ground her pussy against the man's face and -took his prick into her mouth. The man groaned and Frank's legs began to shake as he felt his juices rise again-he watched in utter fascination as the man sucked the girl's pussy. Frank shot a long stream of white semen just as the girl stiffened and cried out again.
The man thrust his hips upward. His prick slipped from the girl's mouth and he ejaculated directly into her face. A glob of cum hit her cheek and another splashed against her lips.
Frank milked his prick until the last drops of semen had been squeezed out. He felt drained and he had lost track of the times he had cum during the long day and the night. He shoved his limp prick into his pants, took one last look into the family room. The girl's cheek was smeared with cum. Frank smiled and wondered how the man would explain it to the girl once she was untied and the blindfold had been taken off...
Frank walked slowly toward his own home. He knew that tonight was merely the first of many. He turned into his own yard and let himself into the house.
He found Paf spread-eagled on the living-room floor, her hands bound to the couch, her legs spread lewdly and bound to the andirons of the fireplace.
Michele was squatting over her face, grinding her pussy into the woman's mouth, but as her son entered, she paused and looked up.
He flopped tiredly on the floor beside the two naked women.
"I'm glad you came back early ..." Michele said, rotating her hips as Pat's tongue flicked out and entered her cunt again.
Frank leaned over and stroked Pat's exposed cunt. "So am I, Mama..." He smiled as he slipped a finger into the woman's sopping cuntlips. "But I'm afraid you've started something ..."
"Oh?"
He nodded, then raised up to kiss his mother's right tit. "Yes," he said as he licked her swollen nipple while he ran his finger in and out of Pat's pussy. "I like being a burglar... I like it very much!"
Chapter Eight
Over the years, Frank Genet had become more sophisticated in selecting his "victims".
During his final year in high school, he had raped three of his teachers, a black social worker who worked with the underprivileged in a nearby neighborhood, a variety of housewives and single girls and on one occasion, he had forced his way into the lush apartment of two lesbians and spent an entire weekend with them, forcing them to fuck and suck.
When he left the two lesbians, the younger of the two had begged him to return. But Frank did not return; once was enough, and no matter how appealing the woman-or women, he knew that to return for a second session was to court disaster.
On several occasions, he had taken on both man and wife, forcing the man to watch as he fucked his wife-at first, he begged, then protested, threatened and finally the husband became aroused by the sight of another man's prick buried deeply within his wife's cunt, or watching her suck furiously on Frank's prick.
During college, Frank's activities subsided as his classes became heavier, but after four years at UCLA, he had managed to pace himself with only weekend fucking, and then he was extremely selective.
One of his most interesting encounters came with a female professor of political science-an austere woman of forty-two whom everyone suspected of being a lesbian due to her mode of dress and actions. But Frank had suspicioned something else as he watched her and studied her habits.
On two occasions, he had entered her modest apartment while she was in class and on his second trip he had managed to force open the lock of a large cedar chest in her bedroom. In it, he found stacks of erotic literature, exotic female clothing and an array of dildoes and vibrators. He relocked the chest, then set about making his plans.
A week later, he waited for her. As she entered her apartment on a Friday evening following her last class, Frank raped her. The next two days were spent fucking and sucking with the hot-blooded woman. She was not a virgin,-but she admitted to Frank after their third fuck that no man had ever fucked her body like he did and that lesbians had always frightened her.
A healthy, hot-blooded woman lay hidden beneath her austere exterior. When bound and blindfolded, she became animalistic in her desires and in her demands. Frank fucked her so many times that he could no longer keep his erection and he resorted to the devices she kept locked in her chest. The, on the next day, he had used a hair brush, a large Polish sausage, a cucumber and even the suction hose of the vacuum cleaner when all else failed to satisfy her hot cunt.
Following his graduation, Frank told his parents that he wished to travel. Quite graciously, his father gave him the money to do so. But rather than travel, Frank had taken the money, leased a small beach cottage in Malibu and taken up the life of a beach bum.
During this time, he began to write. With his time free for his own endeavors, Frank set about searching for unique and unusual sexual encounters. He wrote occasionally under a pseudonym and managed to obtain the services of a New York agent to handle his work. He published article after article on sexually related matters and eroticism.
But even this existence had its drawbacks. Frank - became jaded sexually, and it seemed there were no new experiences to encounter.
Then, one night, as he was driving back from an early supper with his parents-and a frantically quick and furtive fuck with Michele, standing up in the kitchen while his father watched the early news on TV-he headed up the coast toward his cottage.
As he pulled up to a signal, a tan station wagon drew abreast of his Porsche; he looked across to the driver and found the angelic face of a young nun smiling back at him. As he looked at her, childhood memories of the academy came to him and he recalled sticking his fingers into the hot cunt and asshole of the Sister whose name he ctfuld no longer recall.
As the light changed, Frank allowed the station wagon to drive ahead of him. He pulled in behind it. He paced the station wagon cautiously, a plan taking form in his mind. He knew that this was going to be a very special night-providing the nun did not panic and ruin his plans.
As he drove along slowly, he saw the shadowed outline of the nun's head, and he felt his prick swelling alongside his thigh as visions of her lovely, unused body came to him. His hand dropped to his lap and he stroked his cock through the material of his slacks and conjured up visions of her naked body.
Frank saw her slowing to turn up a narrow, twisting canyon road. He knew that there was a religious retreat in the hills and he knew too, that the road was lonely and usually untraveled at night. Quickly he made his decision.
Passing her, he sped up the twisting road. Quickly he turned around, then backed his car across the road and parked, turning on the amber parking lights.
He jumped from the car and ran a dozen yards back down the road and positioned himself near some bushes. He estimated she would slow down when she saw the car in the middle of the road and would come to a stop almost precisely where he was hidden.
He crouched as he saw the station wagon slowing, then it stopped. The nun stuck her head out of the window. Frank appeared out of the darkness beside the car. He wrenched open the door and shoved her over before she had a chance to react.
She stared at him, a numb look on her lovely face.
"Do exactly as you are told, Sister, and no harm will come to you ... I promise."
Frank slipped the station wagon in gear and pulled around his Porsche. He turned the station wagon around and backed in between two large
California pines; he cut the ignition and doused the lights.
"But.. . but what do you want?" the nun asked fearfully.
"No questions, either!" he said sharply and turned to face her.
He grabbed the braided cord about the waist of her habit. He took the ends and quickly bound her hands in her lap.
Then, he pulled the keys from the ignition and ran to his own automobile. Starting the engine, he gunned it and backed into the same slot where the wagon was hidden from view. He returned to the station wagon and slid behind the wheel.
"What is your name?"
The young nun looked at him, her eyes wide now; she swallowed thickly and seemed to avoid his eyes. "Sister Pauline ..."
Frank lit a cigarette, enjoying the feeling of calm now that he knew they were safe off the road. "What is your Order?"
"The ... the Sisters of Conception . .."
"Immaculate, I presume. .." he said in a laughing voice and looked at her downcast eyes; it was obvious to him that she was blushing. He lifted her chin. "Do you know why I stopped you, Sister Pauline?"
She shook her head. As their eyes met, it seemed as though she had read his thoughts. "Please ... let me go-I've done nothing to harm you ... please release me."
"Oh, no," he said. "When I was a child, I knew sisters like you ... they were also as beautiful as you ... but we could never touch them unless they allowed us to-then, it was only on their order ..." He smiled. "They often made me touch them in places no nun should be touched."
"Oh ..." Sister Pauline gasped.
He looked at the stiff front of her habit and he saw the rise of her full tits. As he turned in the seat to face her fully, his hand moved from her throat to the swelling beneath her habit.
She stiffened as his hand grazed her tits and her hands came up to move his away.
He laughed. "Do you know what I am going to do to you?" he asked as he leaned closer to her.
"No ... no ... I don't," she said huskily.
He raised up slightly and unbuckled his trousers, then pulled down the zipper.
The nun's eyes widened and a look of shock crossed her young face.
"Oh, no!" she cried out and hid her face in her hands.
"Don't look-I don't mind ..."
Frank stretched his cock to its full length. He reached for her bound hands then and brought them to his lap.
"Just touch my cock... you don't have to look." He forced her hands over his rapidly stiffening prick.
Sister Pauline went rigid as she felt the hot flesh of his prick beneath her fingers. She gasped and tried to draw her hands back, but Frank held them tightly. She detected a sticky wetness and she cringed. He pressed her hands against his cock and her breath came in short, sharp bursts.
"Do you like the feel of my prick, Sister?" he asked.
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as the vile words assaulted her.
"Have you ever felt a man's prick before?" he asked, then laughed. "Or have you only known the body of another woman-or I should say, lister?"
Frank slipped an arm about her shoulders and drew her to him. As his lips touched hers, Sister Pauline felt a sudden rush of warmth bathe her body. She felt perspiration bead her forehead.
His lips were on hers, not moving, not kissing, merely touching-then, she felt his tongue. Wet and obscene it came through his lips to touch her own. It was soft, so very soft, and he was no longer holding her hands on his cock. She was going to draw away, but beneath her sweating palms, his prick jerked and her fingers closed around it, almost involuntarily. Then, she opened her mouth slightly as her body began to burn and she knew her flesh had betrayed her!
Frank felt the nun beginning to respond. He felt her fingers close around his aching prick. He slipped his hand under the hem of her habit and felt the silken smoothness of her stocking.
Moving his hand upward, he felt her tense. He moved his palm over her knees, then spread her legs slightly as her tongue touched his own. He moved his hand higher along her inner thighs, and she jumped slightly as his fingers contacted her panty-covered cunt. He felt her pubic mound and a thrill raced through his body as he realized she was shaven there.
Sister Pauline felt her blood pounding in her temples. She realized she was enjoying the warmth that spread throughout her body. But she could not let him know that! No . .. she told herself. She must not submit... she must fight him . .. hold him off... she could not allow this to happen to her!
Then, his fingers touched her cuntmound and a deep thrill went through her body; she felt herself arching to him.
"Ohhh ... yes ... touch me there .... yessss!" she hissed as their mouths parted and she stroked his swollen cock.
Frank could not believe his ears, nor could he believe the fantastic feeling her bound hands were causing him as she stroked his aching prick. He cupped her pussy fully through the thin material of her panties. He felt the warm wetness spread beneath his hand.
He looked over his shoulder and saw that the rear seat of the station wagon was the type that folded down. In a matter of moments, he had folded down the seats and was helping her into the back.
Sister Pauline watched in a mixture of shock and excitement as he removed his clothing, then lay down beside her. He lifted her habit up to her waist and gazed down at her lovely, well fleshed legs, then ran his hand over her smooth belly.
Shaved! She had shaved her pussy!
He removed her shoes, then pulled down the thin cotton panties. He looked down at the child-like cunt and the excitement he had felt earlier was doubled.
He made her spread her legs and then he leaned over until his face was directly above Jher shaved pussy. He inhaled and received a delightful aroma-her pussy smell was strong, but not unpleasant.
Frank noticed her pulling up on her habit and lifting it above her tits. He saw the creamy white mounds of her tits with the darker colored flesh of her nipples-and she was bra-less!
Reaching up, he cupped her full tits as he kissed her smooth cuntmound. Had he not known she was a mature woman, he would have sworn this was the pussy of a child!
He nuzzled her cuntmound and she spread her legs as his mouth approached her now gaping outer lips. He let his lips linger just at the top of her smooth slit, then he pushed his tongue out until it barely touched her cuntal opening.
"Ohhh!" she gasped. "Oh, God!"
Sister Pauline shuddered as Frank's tongue touched that small, but erect clit that hid behind the folds of her pussy-lips. She raised her hips as she felt his tongue enter her pussy and she groaned loudly as his mouth closed about her smooth cunt.
Frank found the absence of pubic hair more exciting than anything he had ever seen. He probed deeply with his tongue as his mouth opened widely to suck in the flesh of her cunt-lips.
His prick was rock-hard as he kneeled between the nun's legs and lapped her cunt obscenely. She shuddered again, and he knew she was already experiencing an orgasm as he tongue-fucked her cunt. He inserted his thumb in her pussy and sought the tight ring of her asshole with his middle finger. He felt the tight ring of her asshole give way to the tip of his finger.
Again, she moaned and as he fucked her with thumb and tongue, she screwed her ass downward onto his finger. It popped through the sphincter muscle and probed the depths of her asshole.
Sister Pauline's head reeled with newfound sensations as the man lapped her cunt and fingerfucked both her holes. She rose time and time again to the pinnacle of orgasm and felt the nerve-tearing sensations rip through her starved body.
As she achieved her third orgasm, she went back in time to that sultry night on the beach with her own father. He had forced her to take his cock in her mouth, then promising not to hurt her, he had placed his huge throbbing prick between her legs-then, somehow it had found its way into the warmth of her cunt. The next thing she knew, a searing pain was tearing through her loins as her hymen was ruptured and he was spurting great globs of cum into her cunt.
As they lay there, Pauline's grandmother had come from the beach house to stumble onto her son and granddaughter fucking like a pair of rutting animals ... and she screamed, then thanked the Lord that Pauline's mother had not been alive to witness the incestuous coupling of father and daughter.
Then, because it was grandmother who controlled the money, Pauline's father was sent away and she had entered the convent. So long ago, she thought, so very long ago ... and she had willingly allowed her father to fuck her. It had been so exciting and so filled with love ... but grandmother was shamed and so was Pauline. Now, she was Sister Pauline ... and now there was this man!
"Ohhhh ... yes, do that with your mouth ... suck me, put your hand in there. Fuck me with your fingers ... God ... yess!" Frank sucked her cunt furiously as his prick twitched for release.
He raised his dripping face and gazed at her in awe and wonder.
Frank scooted up on his knees and lifted Sister Pauline's legs to cradle them in the crook of his arms. He nudged her smooth pussy with the head of his prick and he saw her reaching for his cock. Her hands guided his prick tightly against the lips of her pussy. He moved his hips slowly at first, but he did not enter her cunt.
She applied pressure atop his prick and the sensation of the head of his cock moving against the wet warmth of her pussy was nearly too much for him. She arched and pressed down with her hands as the length of his shaft stroked her cunt-lips. She moaned loudly and threw her head from side to side as he stroked her cunt.
She tensed beneath him as he shoved his prick upward, the length of his cock pressed into the hot, wet folds of her cunt.
"Oh, Jesus! Yes!" he cried. "I'm cumming!"
"Uhhhnnn! Yessss ... so ... so am I!"
And Frank felt his cum spurt from his prick to be caught in her hot, clasping hands as she ground her asscheeks against his balls and prick. He lifted her legs as the cum oozed through her fingers to dribble onto her belly.
Pauline felt his hot cum in her hands and it sent thrill after thrill through her as his prick spasmed against her cunt and shot its hot load through her tightly clenched fingers.
As the contractions ceased, Sister Pauline licked the sticky substance from her fingers.
Frank looked on in absolute awe as she flicked out her tongue and licked the white globs from between her slender fingers. Then, he released her legs and watched as she rubbed the remains of his semen acrdss her stomach and then into the open lips of her cunt.
She lay there bright-eyed, her habit bunched up about her neck, a serene, yet passionate look on her face. Her hand lingered just above her pussy. He reached out and held it there.
"Yes..." he said lowly. "Let me watch you finger-fuck yourself..."
She hesitated, then as he leaned up and kissed her nipples, she began stroking her pussy with just the tip of her finger. In and out it went and more rapidly into the moist folds of her cunt.
Frank sat back and looked down at her spread legs as she finger-fucked herself. He watched as first one finger disappeared into her hot cunt, then another. He moved from between her legs then and crouched above her head.
She looked up at him. She took hold of his prick. "It's not soft," she cooed as she pulled his cock to her lips and kissed the shining head.
Frank felt a chill go through him as her tongue flicked out and captured a drop of fluid from the glans, then her mouth closed about it fully as she continued to masturbate. He watched her hand on her cunt as he lewdly fucked the nun's mouth with his stiff prick. He knew he would shoot another load.
He heard her moaning-again and he was astounded as her hips arched upward and she shuddered as another orgasm took her beautiful young body. He watched in fascination as her mouth ovaled and her cheeks hollowed as she took the entire length of his prick into her throat. Her tongue lay flatly against the underside of his prick. He pulled out to the swollen head, felt her tongue tease the slit in the very tip.
He pulled out of her mouth suddenly. "On your knees-quickly ... I must fuck you, Sister!"
She rolled to her stomach. She felt his cock behind her. She felt the intrusion of his throbbing prick and suddenly she knew that a cloistered world was not for her.
She needed this and the prick of a strong virile male-and she needed love-physical love, not the philosophical love of the Church! As his prick slid into her velvet channel to the hilt, she pushed backwards against him and felt the coarse hair of his pubic area brush her asshole.
"YES! FUCK ME ... OH, GOD, FUCK ME IN THE CUNT! YESSS!"
Frank hunched against her upraised ass as he drove his prick deep into her cunt. Her pussy clasped his cock as tightly as a glove. As he pulled out, he felt the warm suctioning feeling he usually associated with anal sex. But this woman's cunt was so tight, so soft and so warm ... he reveled in it and thrust his cock deeply again as she cried out a second time for him to fuck her.
He grabbed her heaving tits as her body began to shake beneath his.
Frank could no longer control himself. "God, Pauline ... your pussy ... so good ... so fucking good! I'm dimming again .. . cumming . .. cuuuummmming!"
"Now!" she shouted and ground her ass against his thrusting cock. They spasmed in unison and her hot juices flowed heavily to mingle with his sperm as it shot deep within her cunt. Then, the two of them fell forward, his prick still buried deep in her cunt.
Finally, Frank felt his softening prick slide from the swollen lips of the nun's cunt. He looked at her. Her habit was pushed up and bunched above her tits. He fumbled for his cigarettes-found one and lit it.
Sister Pauline opened her eyes and smiled at him warmly.
"What are you going to tell the Mother Superior?" he asked as he stroked her cheek.
She kissed him, her tongue teasing his lips.
She squeezed his prick. "I'm going to tell her the truth-naturally. That I was forced from the road by a sex-crazed man-of middle age-driving a pickup truck ... that he placed a knife at my throat and forced me to have sex with him ..." She smiled demurely and stroked his prick again. "And that he raped me twice ... if you have time..."
Frank smiled.
Chapter Nine
Following his encounter with the nun, Frank compiled a list of all his sexual escapades and went over it carefully. He found that he had not engaged an entire family in the game of "forced" sex.
And so it was that he began his painstaking search for the ideal family.
He came upon it quite by accident.
Shopping one afternoon with Michele, he entered a small boutique with her and browsed as she selected several expensive blouses with matching skirts. As he roamed through the small exclusive shop, a salesgirl approached him, and he was stunned by her beauty.
"May I help you?"
He turned to face a girl of seventeen or eighteen-she was wearing a see-through blouse and a skirt of incredibly short length. The nipples of her tits stood out darkly through the thin material and her narrow waist was belted with a heavy gold chain. Her legs were full and smooth and her thighs were exposed nearly to her crotch. What attracted Frank most was that she was the picture of a little girl in a woman's body.
"I'm just browsing," he said, his prick twitching against his thigh. "My mother's shopping."
"Enjoy yourself," she said and moved off as another customer entered the small shop.
Frank watched her walk away. Her small, but full ass jiggled as she walked and her tits bounced invitingly. He swallowed thickly and turned to find Michele coming from a tiny curtained dressing room at the rear of the shop. He stopped in his tracks as another salesgirl talked to his mother-she was the image of the girl he had just spoken to! Twins! He joined his mother and watched as she handed the girl a charge card and the purchases were written up.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" Michele whispered as the girl wrapped the things for her.
"Breathtaking ..." he agreed.
As they left the shop, Michele confided in her son, "I've often wondered how I might get them both in bed. They only work there part time and they live with their parents-who are quite strict, evidently."
"How old are they?"
Michele smiled, sensing her son's interest. "Seventeen-they're still in high school."
"God!" he exclaimed.
As darkness approached, Frank felt a stirring in him that was somehow new. He had spent nearly a month learning all he could about the two girls and their family. During this time, Frank had made numerous trips to the shop to wait outside in the darkness, then to follow the two girls to their home across town. Their names were Trish and Tina, their mother's name was Chris, and Riley, their father, worked as a manager of a small loan company. The McKinleys lived in a quiet, middle-class neighborhood and their home was large and comfortable. He had all the information he needed.
He glanced at his watch then checked the snub-nosed Colt. He had been inside the home on two separate occasions and he knew the layout well enough.
He smiled as he saw the house well lit and the houses to either side in total darnkess. He turned into the neighboring driveway and made his way cautiously to the back yard.
Pausing to look about, he climbed the low fence and dropped into the McKinleys' back yard. He allowed himself several deep breaths to calm his nerves as visions of the twins, bound and naked, came to him again.
He moved close to the house and pulled the ski mask over his head, took out the revolver as he edged his way along the rear of the house. He stopped by the lighted bathroom window and the sound of the shower running came to him.
He felt his pulse quicken as he imagined one of the petite twins standing naked beneath the spray of the shower, cleansing her lovely body.
Cautiously, he moved on to the wide kitchen windows and looked inside: one of the twins stood at the kitchen table sorting silver and at the stove, Chris-her mother-was in the midst of preparing supper. He knew that Riley was due home in less than a half hour and he had timed things perfectly.
As he watched, Chris turned from the stove and spoke to her daughter.
"You can set the table, Tina, Trish can help me finish up when she's through with her shower ..."
The girl nodded, picked up a stack of plates from the sideboard and carried them into the dining room that was separated from the kitchen by a swinging door.
Moving stealthily to the far end of the house, he stepped inside the darkened garage, glanced toward the VW station wagon in the far space, then closed the door quietly behind him.
He turned the knob of the kitchen door and pushed it open slightly. As he entered the brightly lit kitchen, Chris turned, a head of lettuce in her hand. Her mouth dropped and the lettuce feH to the floor as she gasped at the sight of a masked man holding a gun on her.
Quickly, before she could react, Frank closed the space between them, clamped a hand over her mouth and held the gun close to her head.
"You're in no danger if you cooperate-do you understand?"
The woman stared wide-eyed at her assailant, then very slowly, she nodded her head.
As he removed his hand from her mouth, she asked in a frightened voice, "Wh ... what do you want?"
"Your cooperation," he whispered as he turned her around and bound her hands quickly behind her. From the inside of his windbreaker, he pulled a wide strip of adhesive tape and pressed it over her mouth, then he gestured to a kitchen chair. "Sit!"
In a moment, the door swung inward and Tina entered the kitchen; she stopped in her tracks as she saw her mother bound and gagged. A look of sudden fright crossed her lovely young face-then she saw Frank as he stepped from behind the door and quickly repeated the process with her.
With both of them bound and their mouths taped, he led them into the living room and forced them to sit side by side on the divan. He took a short length of nylon cord and bound one of Chris' ankles to that of her daughter's.
He felt his prick jerk in his pants-Chris' body was as exquisite as her daughter's. He stood up and looked at them, smiling as the sound of the shower stopped.
From inside his windbreaker, he took a pair of black, elastic sleep-masks and placed them over his captives' eyes. Then, he headed for the bathroom and the other twin.
Trish toweled herself dry. She turned and gasped as 'she found herself confronted by a man dressed in black, wearing a ski mask and holding a gun.
She lifted the towel in an effort to cover her nakedness and a slow rush of blood colored her young body.
Frank stared at the naked girl and his heart beat wildly as she attempted to cover herself.
"Turn around ..."
She read the danger in his eyes, then did as she was told. Frank bound her wrists behind her and looked down on her beautiful ass. Her ass was much fuller than he had expected and the narrowness of her waist excited him as his pulse pounded in his temples.
He glanced again at his watch and knew that he only had a short time before her father would be home, but at that moment, he could not control himself.
He turned her around to face him. "Please don't be frightened, Trish . .. I'm not going to harm you or your family. Just do as I tell you and everything will be all right.... do you understand?"
The girl nodded dumbly. "You . . . you know my name?"
"Yes ... I know all about you, Trish ... and I'm going to know more." He cupped her chin in his hand. The girl cringed as his fingers touched her face, but she did not pull back as he closed his mouth over hers.
As his hand moved slowly down her upper arm, to her back and below her bound hands to cup her naked ass, he felt her lips moving against his. He snaked out his tongue and she did not refuse it. His other hand cupped the firmness of her pointed tit.
She gasped as he kneaded her nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently before cupping her tit fully. Pulling her to him, his head spun as he realized that in a short time he would have this girl and her twin to do with as he wished!
As their lips parted, he gave her ass a gentle squeeze, then slipped a sleep mask over her eyes.
"Where ... where are my mother and sister," she asked breathlessly. "What have you done with them?"
"They're, all right, Trish ... I'm going to take you into the living room-is it necessary for me to gag you, or can you give me your word to keep your mouth shut?"
She hung her head. "I... I won't say anything, I'll be quiet... I promise."
Frank reached down and patted her bare ass. He led her into the living room to seat her in a deep chair acrpss from her mother and sister.
He smiled as he rubbed his aching prick beneath the material of his trousers.
Glancing at his watch again, he turned down the lights in the living room, made sure the front door was securely locked. He peered through the heavy drapes and looked onto the street; no sign of Riley yet, but he knew it would not be long.
As he walked through the dining room toward the kitchen, he froze as he counted an extra plate on the table. There were five settings, and he realized fearfully that they were expecting a guest for supper! He poured himself a glass of wine, took the bottle with him as he returned to the living room.
"Who are you expecting for supper?" he asked Trish as he touched the nipple of her right tit with the cool wine glass.
"Ah . .. Daddy's bringing his boss home for dinner ...." the girl said hesitantly.
"His boss?"
"Yes ... a Mister Johnson ... we've never met him."
Frank cursed silently. He looked at his watch again, then went into the front bedroom. He found an array of silk scarves; he had only planned on the four of them and if he had another man to take care of, things might get sticky if he wasn't prepared.
As he closed the drawer, he heard two cars pull into the drive. Quickly, he returned to the living room and stood beside the door to the kitchen and waited breathlessly for the men to enter the house.
As he had expected, he heard them enter through the kitchen. He pressed himself against the wall as McKinley called out.
"Honey ... Chris ... we're home!"
Then Frank heard the man's voice again.
"That's strange ..." Then came the sound of the swinging door.
McKinley was the first through and as the second man followed him, Frank's heart nearly stopped: he was well over six foot tall, muscular and black!
Frank was tempted to run, but as the Negro stepped through and let the door close, he caught sight" of Frank and the gun he held; his eyes grew wide, and instinctively he raised his hands above his head and stood still.
McKinley stopped as he saw his wife and daughter sitting on the couch, bound, blindfolded and gagged.
"What the hell..." He turned as Frank raised the pistol menacingly.
"Don!t move!" Frank ordered and the blood left the man's face as his mouth dropped open. He told them both to face the wall. They did as they were told.
"We'd better do as he says," the black man told McKinley.
"But what the hell's going on?" McKinley demanded.
"If either of you try anything, I'll shoot you!" Frank said stiffly,, then tossed a piece of nylon cord to Johnson. "Tie his hands behind him-and tie them tight!"
"Now wait a goddamn minute!" McKinley protested.
Johnson faced him. "We'd better cooperate, Riley - give him what he wants ..."
McKinley turned to his wife and daughters. "If you hurt any of them, I'll kill you ... so help me God, I'll kill you whoever you are!"
"No one's going to be hurt unless you force me-" Frank told him and gestured again to the Negro. "Tie him up!"
The man did as he was told. Frank tossed him the remaining sleep mask and instructed him to place it over McKinley's eyes.
Frank motioned to the wall. The black man looked at him apprehensively, then glanced again at the pistol.
"Look, man___don't shoot me by accident-
I'm not going to give you any trouble ... my' money's in my inside coat pocket."
Frank nodded and tossed him a scarf.
"Tie that around your eyes-tightly."
The man did as he was bid. Frank tied the black man's wrists behind him. "You behave youself and you'll get much more from this family than the supper you were expecting ... much more."
Heaving a deep sigh, Frank sat on a large hassock. He pulled off his ski mask and wiped the sweat from his eyes. Jesus! Five people ... and not a hitch!
He looked about the room at the silent people, then he put his hand on Trish's thigh. Leaning forward, he kissed her nipple gently as he stroked her leg. She shivered, but said nothing. He whispered, "You're going to enjoy this .. . that I promise."
He lifted the wine glass to her lips and she swallowed automatically as he tipped the glass. He kissed her softly then and held her tit. As his tongue entered her mouth, he felt her nipple stiffen.
As their lips parted, he whispered, "Have you ever had sexual fantasies about your family?"
She did not answer for a long moment, then as though struggling with something deep inside her, she said, "Can any of the others hear me?"
Frank lifted up her blindfold. The girl glanced about the room.
"Satisfied?" Frank asked her and pulled down the tight-fitting mask again.
She nodded as he pressed his ear to her lips. "I... I've thought about Daddy a lot... and Tina ... she's so damned straight it makes me sick!
Frank felt a surge of excitement.
"What would you like to see your sister do-or your mother for that fact?"
"I... I don't know," she whispered back. "But
I know what I'd like to make them do ..."
"Tell me ... and we'll see if it can be done ..."
"Promise you won't let them know I said this?" she asked, a note of apprehension in her young voice.
He ran his hand between her legs and cupped the damp hair of her cuntmound and kissed her lightly. "You have my word."
"I... I'd like to see-or I'd like to have ... Tina ... lick me there . .. and Momma, too!"
Frank stroked her pussy. He laughed, then kissed her again. "We'll do that and much more, my little dove .. . much more. Are you or your sister a virgin?"
He detected a faint glow to her cheeks as she shook her head. "No, but for God's sake don't let Daddy know-he'd blow his mind! He wants us to be good girls!"
"And you want to be?"
"A woman ... not his baby girl!"
Frank removed his clothing. He crossed the room to where Chris and her daughter sat. He removed the tape from the woman's mouth and she gasped suddenly for breath.
Frank reached for the buttons of her sheer blouse and began unfastening them. The woman whimpered as his fingers brushed her nipples.
"Riley ... Oh, Riley! Stop him-he's a sex fiend! He's going to ... he's going to rape me!"
On the floor, her helplessly bound husband thrashed about, and his breath came in heaving gasps as he heard his wife call out to him.
Frank smiled and took hold of her bra straps and snapped them.
"Oh ... please ... don't hurt me ... don't hurt my babies ... for God's sake, leave us alone!" she cried as she felt her bra being unhooked, then pulled from her body.
Beside her, Tina squirmed uncomfortably. Frank pulled the woman to her feet.
Her body was every inch as beautiful as her daughter's. He held her tits as he kissed her neck and felt her cringe away from him. He laughed, then kneeled to release her ankle from Tina's, then he pulled her to him.
"Oh, God... Riley-he's naked! He isn't wearing any clothing! I can ... I can feel him!"
Frank was excited by her protests. "That's it, tell them all what I'm doing to you ... let them know what it feels like, Chris!"
He freed her skirt. As it fell to a heap around her ankles, she sobbed and tried to pull away from him, but he held her tightly. He inched her panties down her hips.
As he looked up, he saw her lush, dark-haired pussy and he nuzzled it as she tried to pull away again. He forced her legs open and pushed her back down on the couch. She struggled until he had thrown her legs over his shoulders-then she was helpless, lying on her back and shoulders.
Frank opened his mouth and closed it over her full, lush cunt and he stuck his tongue into the pink, wet gash of her pussy.
"Oh, no!"
She shuddered as his tongue found her clit and began teasing it with small, fucking strokes. She squirmed beneath him as he licked her pussy, then he raised his head and moved forward until the head of his prick touched her pussy-lips.
He pushed forward and bent the woman almost double as her knees pressed back against her heaving tits. He found her mouth with his. She tried to move her head.
"If you don't cooperate, Chris, I'll force your girls to take on that big black fellow ... do you understand?"
She whimpered. "You ... you wouldn't, would you?"
He kissed her and she half-returned it. "Try me ..." He nudged the lips of her pussy with the head of his cock. "No one can see, Chris ... if you like, I'll take the girls out- of the room. And you can't refuse me, so why not just enjoy yourself... how would you like to feel a huge black prick in your cunt?"
She wiggled beneath him and swallowed with difficulty, "God, Riley would ..."
"Riley won't know, and neither will Johnson, nor the girls .. just you and I... wouldn't you like to take your pleasure with a black man-a nigger!" he said crudely.
"Oh, Jesus... what are you doing to me!" she said breathlessly as the head of his prick slipped into her cunt.
"Right now, I'm fucking you ... but wouldn't you rather have Johnson do it?"
She squirmed. "You ... you'll make sure the girls can't hear... that Riley won't find out?"
"You have my word ..." he said softly and shoved his prick in deeply.
"Uhhhnn!" she groaned and visualized the huge prick of her husband's boss. She had had fantasies about a black man raping her. She moved her hips slowly as Frank withdrew his prick.
"Yesss!"
Frank leaned down beside Trish and whispered, "You'll have to be quiet..."
He removed her mask. The girl's eyes were wide as she saw her mother lying naked on the couch, her legs splayed obscenely. She glanced at Frank.
He smiled, raised a finger to his mouth, then pulled the footstool over to the chair where Johnson sat.
He pulled the big Negro to his feet and whispered, "Don't make any sudden moves, friend ..."
He unbuckled his belt and let the man's pants drop to his ankles, then pulled the loose boxer shorts down and stood back. He was impressed with the size of the man's prick and he knew that Chris McKinley would also be impressed.
He forced Johnson to sit on the hassock, then he pushed him back so that his head and shoulders lay on the chair and his hips were on the footstool. He took hold of Chris' arm and led her to Johnson's feet. Frank pressed his body to hers and as his stiff prick slid between the cheeks of her ass, he lifted her mask slightly so that she could look down on Johnson's body.
The woman gasped and pushed back against frank-the warmth of her ass and legs sent a sudden thrill through him and he felt the woman's heart pound heavily as she gazed at the black man's enormous prick. The she glanced toward her husband across the room and a shudder went though her body as Frank brought the mask down over her eyes again.
"He's all yours, Chris ... no one can see ... you can do anything with him that you wish," he whispered, shoving her forward until her knees brushed the man's thighs.
"Ohhh..." she moaned and rubbed her legs against his.
Frank watched. The huge black prick twitched and began to come to life. Cautiously, the woman leaned forward until her face was only inches from Johnson's prick. She rubbed her face along his leg, then her chin touched the head of his cock and it jumped spasmodically.
Chris felt the satin smooth skin of the man's prick and sought it with her mouth. She inhaled deeply and the aroma of his genitals filled her nostrils and sent a thrill through her body. She flicked out her tongue. When it come in contact with the smooth rounded head of the man's cock, she opened her mouth, then closed it about the head.
Johnson tensed, then felt a soft face on his thighs, then the mouth-and it was definitely the woman's! He drew his breath deeply as her mouth closed over the head of his prick and he realized that it must be Mrs. McKinley!
Frank dropped to his knees behind the woman as she manipulated the stiffening prick and managed to get the head of it in her mouth. Frank forced her legs apart as she bent forward. He looked at the hair-lined lips of her pussy. He buried his face there and he licked her from cunt to asshole.
She responded by pushing her ass back to him and a deep groan escaped her lips.
Frank licked the woman's asshole again and forced the tip of his tongue past the tight sphincter muscle. He felt her shudder. Running his hands up her legs, he reached for her swaying tits and took hold of them softly as her head bobbed up and down on the stiff, black prick in her mouth.
From behind him, Frank heard another sound and he lifted his face from the cheeks of the woman's ass to see Trish leaning forward, her eyes half closed and scooting her buttocks on the surface of the chair.
Walking to the girl, Frank smiled at Trish as she looked up at him, licking her lips sensually. Her small body sat poised on the edge of the deep chair and beside her, her sister sat stiffly, still fully clothed. Frank moved his hips forward and Trish swallowed the head of his prick.
Frank allowed her to take several inches into her throat, then he pulled back, leaned down and kissed her fully. This time, she responded with great passion and forced her tongue between his lips. He sucked it in deeply and held the girl's face in his hands. Beside them, Tina moaned lowly.
"Can you trust her to keep her mouth shut?" Frank whispered in Trish's ear.
"I... I don't know .. . she's such a prude at times ..."
Frank peeled back the tape from the other girl's mouth and before she could catch her breath, he had closed his mouth over hers and forced his tongue between her lips. He ran his hand up between her silken thighs and found her panty-covered crotch sopping wet. Then, to his surprise, she responded passionately to his kiss, thrust her hips forward against his hand and began sucking his tongue.
He took his mouth from hers. "Would you like to see your mother sucking a big black prick, Tina?"
The girl swallowed thickly, then said in a hushed tone, "Yes, God yes! Let me watch!"
Chapter Ten
Frank rested his chin atop Tina's head and fondled her tits through her soft sweater. The girl stood transfixed as she watched her mother sucking the Negro's cock. As Mrs. McKinley filled her mouth with the huge black prick, Frank felt the girl's body pressing back against his own prick. He was suddenly aware of the second twin as she pressed her naked body against his back. He reached around and slipped his hand between Trish's legs. She immediately impaled herself on his finger as it entered her sopping cunt.
He stood like that for long minutes as the Negro groaned audibly and the two girls pressed against him.
He removed Tina's clothing. Trish looked longingly at her sister's thick bush of pubic hair, and he recalled her request.
He led her aside. "You said you wanted Tina to eat your pussy-could it be that that's what you want to do to her and your mother?"
The girl's face colored deeply. She cast her eyes downward as Frank played with her tits. "I.. . I've always wanted to, but I've been afraid to try ... could you, that is ... could you make me do it?"
Frank smiled in understanding. He led the other girl to the couch and told her to sit. Then, he forced Trish to her knees before her twin sister and pushed her head between the surprised girl's legs.
"Do as I tell you, or else!" he commanded just above a whisper.
Trish looked up at her sister. "Please ... please don't make me do that..."
He shoved her head forward and looked at the expression on Tina's face; she watched as her sister's mouth brushed her pubic hair. As Frank forced Trish further down, Tina spread her legs widely and scooted forward giving her sister full access to her cunt.
Trish sucked her sister's cunt and she inhaled deeply as her tongue flicked out to touch the puffed lips and a chill went through her young body. Tina licked her lips as Frank stood spraddle-legged over Trish. He took hold of his prick and rubbed it across Tina's face and he watched as she closed her eyes, then opened her beautiful mouth in supplication. He ran the head of his cock across Trish's lips and felt her tongue touch the glans at the end.
A drop of crystal fluid hung from Trish's tongue for a moment, then she sucked it off and took his cock into her mouth. He pushed his hips forward, then withdrew as she gagged slightly. He stroked her short, dark hair as she licked the bottom side of his throbbing prick. He felt as though he could cum right then, but he wanted to hold off-to save himself for something more exciting yet. He pulled away from Trish's sucking mouth and motioned them both across the room.
Frank knelt beside Riley and whispered in his ear, "I'll bet you'd like to see what's going on, wouldn't you?"
The man stiffened as he felt Frank's hands at his waist. Frank pulled the man's trousers and shorts below his knees, then rolled him to his side where he could have a full view of his wife as she sucked the Negro's huge black prick.
Frank lifted the mask an inch from Riley's eyes and watched the expression on his face. It was one of shock and horror and he twisted himself around so that he could see better as the head of Johnson's prick disappeared into Chris's mouth.
"She's not doing it because she wants to, Riley, I threatened your life if she didn't cooperate-she's doing it for you!"
Beads of sweat popped out on the man's forehead as he watched his beautiful wife sucking the man's prick. Frank glanced down at Riley's loins and saw that his prick twitched violently.
Smiling, Frank looked toward Chris just as she pulled her mouth from the spasming prick. She raised up and stumbled a bit as she tried to get her legs over those of Johnson. She managed to straddle him, but as she tried to position herself over the huge prick, it slipped between the cheeks of her ass and she moaned in frustration.
Frank got up and went over to her. He fondled her heaving tits, then kissed her fully on her hot mouth.
"Please .. ." she said lowly. "Help me ... put it in me .. ..I... I've got to feel it inside me ... "
Frank looked toward Riley and-his eyes bugged from his head as he saw his wife begging for that long, stiff black prick that bobbed between her thighs.
Frank smiled, reached down and took hold of the great shaft. Johnson groaned again as he felt the head of his prick encounter Chris's wiry pubic hair. The woman felt the great head of his cock spread her pussy-lips and she leaned forward to sink it in.
"Ohhhh .. ." she cried out in ecstasy as she felt it fill her cunt. She raised up and then forced more of it inside her tight snatch. Johnson thrust upward with his hips and even more of his cock disappeared inside the woman's cunt. She rocked back and forth for a moment, but lost her balance and began to slide to one side. Frank held her up, then she began to hunch in slow fucking motion again.
Returning to Riley, he saw the man's prick fully erect and a drop of fluid glistened from the slitted glans.
"If you'll promise to keep your mouth shut, Riley, I'll remove the tape . .."
The man looked up at him with a pleading gaze and nodded his head. Frank replaced the sleep mask, then peeled the tape from the man's mouth as he rolled to his back and gasped for breath.
Frank saw both the twins looking at the helpless form of their father-both were in a high state of arousal. He smiled as Trish looked brazenly at her father's fully erect prick as it twitched above his full, hairy balls. Frank nodded his head and stood back as Trish came over and straddled her father's waist.
She lowered herself down and as his prick touched her widespread cunt, Riley gasped again. He had no idea who it was but at that moment, he didn't seem to care and he thrust his hips upward. Frank guided the man's prick into his young daughter's cunt and she sighed deeply as his cock slid in to the hilt and she ground her pelvis against his body.
Tina came over'and looked at her father's prick in fascination, the she glanced at his mouth as it opened wide and he moaned loudly. Frank understood. He took hold of the girl's elbow and brought her to her knees over her father's head. As she lowered her pussy to his mouth, he moved his head from one side to the other, then sensed what was happening.
Tina shoved her pussy against her father's mouth and Frank looked on as Riley opened his mouth, thrusting his tongue into the girl's wet pussy. Tina leaned forward as her father sucked her cunt. She opened her mouth just an inch from Trish's tits. Trish leaned forward then and groaned deeply as her nipple was sucked into her sister's mouth.
Frank rubbed his prick over TrisITs cheek and she turned to lick the head of his prick as her father raised his hips again to thrust deeply inside her cunt. Frank pulled away from the hotly sucking young mouth, still not wanting to ejaculate yet. He looked at Chris as her lovely ass moved frantically over Johnson's huge prick. He smiled.
Standing behind her, he looked down at her splayed legs and the contrasting black cock as it rammed in and out of her cunt. Chris had her head on the man's chest and was breathing loudly as she fucked him wildly.
Frank licked her asshole and let a glob of saliva run between the cheeks of her ass. Moving forward, he probed that tight ring with the head of his prick. As.though she sensed what he was about to do, Chris slowed her motion and held still.
Chris felt the intrusion of another prick in her body. She was so aroused that she wished she had another cock in her mouth. She felt the sharp pain as Frank's prick pushed past the first muscle, then she sighed deeply as he gained full entry.
Never in her life had She been so filled with cock! She squirmed and felt the two pricks nearly touching each other through the thin membrane that separated her ass from her cunt. She shuddered as another orgasm took her and she felt the Negro's cock grow hard. It was all too good to be true, she thought as she began to rotate her hips again and Frank fucked in and out of her asshole in unison with the prick that was buried deeply within her cunt.
She felt herself cumming and she shuddered violently as the man beneath raised his heavy hips and thrust deeply into her cunt.
Frank pulled his prick out of her ass nearly to the head and the tightly squeezing tunnel sent wave after wave of pleasure through his body. He reached around to grab Chris's tits. The moment his palms cupped them, she gave out with a small cry and her body began to shake violently.
Frank felt Johnson's prick jerk stiffly in her cunt and he knew the man was cumming. He thrust deeply as the prick in her cunt shot forth great globs of white hot semen, and Chris cried out loudly as she was shaken by a nerve-racking orgasm.
"Arghhhhga! Ohhhh ... Yesssss . .. God .. . Fuck me! Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt. .. FUCK ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"
Riley heard his wife scream and above him, the girls cried out as they, too, orgasmed and ground their pussies against his mouth and thrusting prick. He felt himself cumming and he could no longer hold back. It was at this point that Riley realized they had all been duped into an orgy-and he also realized he really didn't give a damn!
Then, he felt his juices rise. He felt the first spurt of his cum as it entered Trish's womb and he felt her shudder as her own orgasm shook her strongly. Tina, sitting on his face, ground her cunt unmercifully against his mouth and he gasped for breath as her juices flooded his face as his semen came gushing from his daughter's cunt to run between his legs and over his balls. He lay gasping for breath.
Frank lay very still as Chris gasped for breath, then he pulled his prick from her asshole with an obscene popping sound and lifted her up. He wiped his prick on her thigh, then forced the woman to take it in her mouth to suck him to completion. It took only several deep thrusts into her hot mouth and he felt himself dimming in a great rush. He held tightly to her face as she took the entire length of his prick into her throat. He tensed and let go with the cum that boiled up from his balls.
Chris sucked him wildly, the black prick still embedded deep in her cunt. As the first splash of hot cum hit the roof of her mouth she experienced yet another climax as she tasted the salty-sweet cum of the unknown man. She sucked until the last drop of cum had drained from his prick.
"Did you enjoy that?" Frank whispered.
"Oh ... Oh my God! How can you ask?"
"Would you like more of the same?" he questioned. "How would you like for him to eat your cunt now that it's filled with his cum?"
Chris shuddered as she thought of it; she swallowed thickly, then nodded her head. "Yes ... God, yes ..."
"And would you like to feel another pussy on your mouth?"
"Another?"
Frank lifted her off Johnson's still-hard prick, then he positioned him on the floor. He lowered Chris down over his head.
"See if he eats pussy as good as he fucks!"
The moment Johnson's lips came in contact with her swollen cuntlips, she moaned and ground her hips downward, forcing her cunt against his mouth.
Frank looked toward, the girls as Trish rolled off her father's now limp prick and Tina still rocked slowly back and forth, her father's tongue still in her pussy. He helped Trish up from the floor and kissed the girl as he ran a finger into her sopping cunt, filled now with her father's cum. He led her to where her blindfolded mother sat atop the black man's sucking mouth and he kissed her again as he fingerfucked her lightly and grasped her ass-cheek with his other hand.
"Do you want her to do that to you?"
Trish looked down in fascination as her mother rotated her cunt on the man's face. She licked her lips and without a word, stepped forward to shove her cunt into her mother's face.
Chris drew back, startled as her nose touched the thick growth of hair about the girl's snatch, but Frank urged her forward, holding his hand on her head. Chris inhaled deeply and opened her mouth as the girl spread her legs, then she came in contact with the full, lush lips of her daughter's pussy.
Both mother and daughter groaned and Frank smiled as he saw the look of rapture on Trish's face. She hunched her pussy against her mother's sucking mouth as that woman was driven nearly wild by the Negro sucking her cunt. She accepted Frank's kiss and sucked his tongue in as he fondled her tits.
Frank looked at Tina. He lifted the girl from her father's face and took her into his arms. His stiff prick nestled against her stomach as he filled her mouth with his tongue.
"I'm going to fuck you, Tina . .." he said softly as he caressed her body. He felt her mold herself against him.
"I never thought you'd ask . .."
Frank cupped her tender ass-cheeks, then made his decision; he released her wrists from the bonds and then did the same with Trish. The moment her hands were free, Trish took hold of her mother's head and forced her cunt against her sucking mouth and moaned loudly.
Tina took hold of Frank's cock and stroked it gently. She looked up at him. "Can I see your face?"
He shook his head. "That wouldn't be too wise of me, now would it?"
She smiled. "No, I don't suppose it would."
Frank lifted the girl up and held her off the floor; instinctively, she wrapped her legs about his waist, then he lowered her down onto his throbbing prick. As the head of his cock slid into her velvet tunnel, Frank felt her vaginal muscles clasp tightly and it nearly brought him off again. He fucked her tiny body up and down on his swollen shaft and found her tongue in his mouth as he fucked her standing up.
She whispered, "I want Mommy to suck me off, too... can I?"
Frank smiled as he plunged his prick deep into her cunt. "Right now, you can do anything you want, Tina ..."
She glanced toward the black man's newly aroused prick. "Even suck him?"
Frank chuckled. "Anything you want, Tina .. . anything!"
Frank plunged deeply inside her as she held tightly to his neck, and humped against his rampaging cock.
Frank lifted the girl up, then lowered her to her feet and led her to where her mother still sucked her sister's cunt. He motioned Trish away and immediately, Tina took her place. Chris sensed the change, but it made no difference to her-the mouth of her cunt was driving her wild and she was in the midst of another full orgasm as her mouth came in contact with her other daughter's cunt.
Trish fell to her knees beside her mother and sister and took hold of the great black cock; she rubbed it all over her face, then took the head of it into her mouth as she felt Frank position himself behind her and fuck her dog-fashion. She orgasmed the moment he entered her, and Frank held tightly to her hips as she pushed back against him. The feel of her full warm ass against his belly was too much, and her hot, wet cunt was clasping tightly, and he felt the first of many spurts begin, and his prick jumped spasmodically inside the girl's tight cunt.
In her hand, the great black prick jumped and she felt her mouth filled suddenly with his cum as Johnson lifted his ass from the floor and groaned loudly, his mouth glued to the gushing pussy of the girl's mother.
Trish had never before tasted a man's semen and she rolled the globs of it around on her tongue, then swallowed as gush after gush filled her mouth to overflowing and thin trickles of it ran down the sides of the great prick.
Frank pulled his aching prick from the girl's cunt and collapsed on the floor. He looked about the room as Tina crossed to where her father lay, his prick still hard. She leaned down and took her father's prick into her mouth just as she had seen her sister do with Johnson's. She began sucking her father's cock while she played with his balls with her other hand.
Frank sipped the warm wine and he wondered about people ... given the opportunity to play out their innermost fantasies without guilt or recriminations, they were totally sensual, and in every case, they enjoyed to the fullest what he "forced" them to do.
As he dressed slowly, Frank Genet felt a certain sadness as he looked upon the McKinley family-Trish was sucking her mother's cunt wildly while Chris attempted to bring Johnson erect again, and Tina and her father were in the throes of a sixty-nine position. He was saddened not for them, but for himself... after this what would he do for excitement?
