Maggie was a headstrong young lady who knew what she liked, how she liked it and she knew when she wanted it. Her specialty was taking young men and making oral slaves to her desires and she had ways to make them do her bidding.
One cardinal rule got broken, however and that was mixing business with pleasure. For she seduced the boss's son, making him a cringing lackey with no other desire than to service her ever eager sexpot and this led her deep into the maze of office politics and into the grasp of the boss himself! Maggie soon learned what it was like to give as well as take.
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CHAPTER ONE
Maggie Norman laughed, ground her naked white ass in Bobby Chesterfield's young face and thought about all the fun she was going to have putting him through his sensual paces. It was one way to kill a dull Saturday afternoon.
On his knees beside the dark-purple, velvety sofa where she lay, Bobby smacked hot, noisy, uninhibited kisses on her perfumed buttocks and up and down the smooth undersides of her drawn-up legs. Maggie loved it. She loved the feel of wildly passionate lips on her flesh. It did marvelous things for her, both physically and mentally.
Physically, it made her glossy black-haired pussy swell and pucker and itch to be eaten. Mentally, it fulfilled her inborn talent for intrigue. These two qualities added up to the keynote of her oftentimes shocking personality.
Simply put, it turned her on to tease and torment a fired-up admirer to distraction before allowing herself to relent and enjoy the playful fruits of her seductive labor. She found it abundantly more thrilling this way. Lukewarm sex was for the birds, while lust-crazed excitement brought joy divine. So Maggie had become expert at creating the better brand, piling experience on top of natural talent.
Now, at the voluptuous age of thirty-two, endowed with a milky-skinned hour-glass figure, long black hair, mischievous green eyes, breast large and resilient enough to quiver when she walked and firm, rounded legs sweetly curved, she considered herself something of an accomplished femme fatale.
Bobby Chesterfield obviously saw her in the same light, which was easily understandable. At the stormy age of sixteen a boy's urgings are sticks of sexual dynamite aching to be fused and lit and Bobby was no exception. Maggie had found him vulnerable as they come and corrupting him had been so easy it was ridiculous, hardly any challenge at all. The reason, she supposed, was that the overgrown clod wasn't too bright to begin with. He was more like a baby who looked like a man. He was big and soft-looking without being actually fat. He was surprisingly strong. Underneath his young sun-tanned hide scads of muscle lay dormant, unused perhaps because Bobby didn't have an aggressive bone in his giant-sized body. He was not a fighter. He was a beggar. Maggie felt doubly thankful for this. She knew he could grab her and rape the living hell out of her if the notion struck him. But apparently the idea never entered his head, thank heavens! It wasn't his way.
Luckily for her, Bobby's way was to plead and whine his wants like a spoiled child and making him do just that amused Maggie no end. She adored being begged. It was music to her ears and pampered her feminine ego enormously.
Bobby broke into his usual fit of babbling now and Maggie was delighted. His flushed face pushed up between her thighs and she automatically clamped them about his head, her pussy hair practically tickling his nose.
"Maggie, please! I've just got to have it! You're driving me crazy! I can't stand it! I swear I can't!"
"Oh? You want to stop! I certainly don't want to drive anybody crazy."
"No! I can't stop! I never want to stop! I couldn't if my life depended on it! You're so gorgeous, so beautiful, so... so delicious! I love you so much I could die!"
"Oh, come on," she taunted, "it couldn't be all that bad. You're handing me a line."
"Oh, God," Bobby wailed. "What do I have to do to convince you? It's torture, darling! You just don't realize how I suffer!"
"Then stop making yourself miserable. It's such a simple thing to do. Just leave me alone."
"But I've told you and told you! You just don't understand. I can't stop! I can't!"
"Of course you can. You're a man, aren't you? You're not completely devoid of willpower, are you? I'm surprised at you, precious, I really am. You could leave me alone if you wanted to. You're not all that weak."
"I am where you're concerned, I swear it! I can't get you off my mind for a minute. I think about you all the time, morning, noon and night! I can't eat or sleep I love you so terribly."
"Well, I'm sorry about that, precious. I wish I felt the same about you, but I don't. It's a ridiculous idea anyway. You're much too young for me. I shouldn't even let you be here with me to begin with. I really should send you away."
"Don't talk like that, Maggie! Please! I can't bear to hear it! I-I'd kill myself!"
Maggie smiled. "Oh, stop talking like a fool. I know you'd never do anything so stupid as that."
"I would! I would!"
"Shush, Bobby. You sound like a lunatic." She quieted him by sliding the palm of her hand down her silken tummy to his face, caressing his thick lips with her fingertips. He moaned, kissed them hungrily. She eased the index finger between his teeth and stroked his tongue, knowing how it further inflamed him. His mouth instantly closed about her finger. He sucked it eagerly, his blue eyes turning dreamy, as though he'd found a sudden ecstasy. The vacuum pull on her finger amused Maggie. His mouth felt like a passionate suction pump.
She wriggled the finger he obviously found so tasty all around the inside of his mouth, made him chase it with his tongue, his moans growing louder. She studied his changing expressions. It was fun playing on his emotions, realizing that she could cause such havoc, such storms of desire inside the big, overgrown boy and that she could do it with just one little manicured finger.
While Bobby sucked the teasing finger, Maggie stirred slightly on the velvety sofa, delighting in the sensual feel of rich fabric against her sensitive skin. It added much. And the knowledge of what all this would lead to eventually, added even more.
She'd taught Bobby to eat pussy and he could eat it like there was no tomorrow. Not only had she taught him, she had addicted him. Addicting him, however, had been the easiest part. From the first time he'd been seduced into tentatively kissing her cunt, hesitantly, then excitedly, he'd gone absolutely mad for it. Now he craved it. Happily, Maggie had decided he must be a natural-born pussy hound and that she'd been the first girl to discover the lucky fact.
Maggie loved the idea because she adored having her pussy eaten. She'd found it to be one of the wildest kicks ever. Just the thought of a hot, hungry mouth and tongue sucking and licking her clitoris made her green eyes turn up in her head ecstatically. She didn't care whose mouth it happened to be, either. Man, woman, or whatever, it made no difference. It was the thrill that counted, nothing else. She had enjoyed the heady experience many times, of course. Nearly every guy she'd ever known had gone down on her before screwing her and this was good, too. It worked her up and fitted the occasion. But occasionally she had sexed it up with a guy who never got around to the screwing part, found a home just eating her pussy and settled down right there with his head between her legs for an evening of cunt-loving bliss.
It never failed to excite her when she learned she had one of these pussy-hound characters on her hands. Once they got the flavor of her in their system they went berserk and gorged themselves for as long as she could stand it and if the right mood were on her, she could stand a hell of a lot. It was gorgeous to be eaten through one orgasm after another, until she was finally too pooped to pop. Absolutely gorgeous. And it left her so pleasantly relaxed afterwards. So spent and comfy and smugly satisfied.
She didn't know if Bobby Chesterfield was a natural born pussy-hound or not, but if he hadn't been to begin with, he certainly was now. She'd seen to that. He had wanted to screw her in the beginning, but she hadn't wanted him that way. Having the big clumsy clod's weight on top of her, pounding cock in her, didn't appeal to her in the least. But to have his big thick tongue sliding in and out of her cunt, now that was something else again. That definitely was something she could go for in a huge way and she hadn't been disappointed. Bobby's hungers were as gushily rampant as his youthful pent-up sex drives were eager for release, which, of course, made him putty in her experienced, conniving hands. She totally dominated him. She had reduced him to pussy-crazed mush, willing to crawl on his belly for her if she demanded it. The situation was, she thought, hilarious. Loads and loads of fun.
Bobby still sucked her finger, quietly, dreamily, his blue eyes dazed, happy for any little tasty tidbit she allowed him to have. Mischievously, then, she retrieved the finger. It escaped his lips with a sucky "pop" followed by a loud squawk of dismay.
"Oh, Maggie, Maggie, Maggie! Don't!" he wailed. His heated face struggled between her clamped legs, his tongue stretched just far enough to touch the glossy pussy hair, his frenzy increased to incoherent yelps of frustrated desire. Maggie patted his tongue with mock sympathy, listened to the noisy babblings that issued around her fingers. The suffering sounds titillated her senses. She hunched her pussy in his face, scissored his tongue between two slim fingers as it slid far enough through to steal a taste, then squeezed it away. Bobby went berserk. "I've got to have it!" he yelped. "I've got to have it!" He grappled with her flanks to hold her, his huge hands gripping hard.
She laughed, got her palms against his forehead, resisted with all her strength. It became a violent struggle with his hot breath fanning her cunt, his tongue catching brief licks which drove him crazy for more. But mostly she managed to press and twist and keep him frustrated and once in a while purposely feed him a sample of what he craved. She enjoyed it all. She kept the sensual struggle going full force until a sheen of perspiration glistened her entire squirming body.
Bobby, like the spoiled brat she knew him to be, whimpered harshly, breath-catchily and sounded like he was about to break into actual tears. Maggie wished he would. It would add even more to her orgiastic fun. She'd love to make him cry for it, actually cry like a baby. It'd be an entirely new thrill. To have a great big bear of a human being such as Bobby on his knees begging, face flooded with tears, would have to be a marvelous experience, a truly wild blast. She wondered if she could create such desperation in the stupid clod. The begging wouldn't be new, but the tears and crying would. Her sense of the erotic leaped.
Yes! she decided. She simply had to hear him cry.
CHAPTER TWO
Maggie let Bobby capture one huge soul-stirring kiss of her pussy. She hunched up her hips so he could bury half his face in her cunt and plunge his tongue deep. She gripped his ears, pulled at them. She scraped his scalp with sharp nails, then twisted her fingers in his hair and pulled on that too. Bobby moaned in growing bliss.
Her own eagerness close to exploding, Maggie found it difficult to keep her senses. The tongue was doing exciting things to her, tempting her to let go, give up her body to pleasure.
No! she decided. Not yet!
Bobby was dazed and his grip relaxed. Taking advantage, she quickly pushed and escaped his mushy mouth, rolled on her tummy before he knew what had happened. Bobby issued an agonizing howl. "Oh, God! Maggie, don't do this to me!"
She looked at him kneeling there, looking so miserably disappointed, � his expression etched with frustration and she couldn't resist a giggle. His eyes bulged, his mouth hung open stupidly.
"Do what to you, precious? What on earth are you talking about?"
"You know! You have to know!"
"But I don't, Bobby. Tell me."
"I want to eat you! You know, all right! I want to eat you! I've just got to eat you, Maggie! I'm going crazy!"
He planked his mouth in the small of her back, ran tickly paths of kisses up and down her curvy length, from her neck to her ankles. She shivered, enjoying it. She loved having her body kissed in this manner, her back and shoulders, arms and buttocks, especially her buttocks and the backs of her thighs, knees, calves, all idolized by hungry lips. The sensation left her twitching. But then there were other kicks she loved, too. She rolled over on her back.
Bobby dove for pussy instantly, but she quickly crossed her legs and locked them. He couldn't get to it. He went passionately insane. He ravished the front of her body even more madly than he had the rear. She laughed and squirmed as he whipped hot starved kisses up and down her. He sucked her rosy tits noisily, bounced his mouth down the flat plate of her silken belly, gnawed crazily at her pussy hair, tangling his teeth. He kissed her thighs, her knees, then worked back again, slavering at her cunt.
"Please, Maggie!" His voice was muffled. "Please! Please! Please!"
She dropped her hands on his head as he burrowed his face in her crotch for pussy. She caressed his ears and the nape of his neck. She scraped his scalp lightly, wriggled her hips to tantalize him, felt his tongue damply lashing her skin. She felt he was on the verge of breaking.
Five minutes later he crumbled to nothing inside, made a horrible sound of hopelessness and she felt the warm tears at the apex of her thighs. Her green eyes glowed happy success. She'd done it! She'd torn him down to zero. He was crying for it. Actually crying. Marvelous! This was almost too good to be true. She could really play games.
She said, "Bobby, is it all that bad with you? Do you want to eat me so terribly?"
His head wriggled at her flesh. "Yes! Oh, God. yes!"
"Then come up from there. Look me in the eyes and tell me. Convince me." She pulled at his hair again. "Stop rooting, you can't win. I'll never let you that way. You've got to talk me into it. You must prove your point."
Bobby came up. He knelt beside her, his hands on her thighs. He kissed her tummy. She still had her fingers twisted in his hair. She jerked his mouth from her. "No," she said meanly. "Stop it. And take your hands off me, too. Just look at me and tell me how badly you want me. If you can't convince me, it's all over between us. I'll never let you see me again. I mean it!"
Tears rolled down his big cheeks. "What else can I say, Maggie! I've got to have it! I want to eat you! I'm dying to eat you!" His hands automatically reached for her.
"Don't touch me! Don't you dare!" she snapped.
"Please, Maggie! Please!"
"Is that all you can say, Bobby? Please? You sound stupid."
"Oh, God, what do you want me to say, darling? Just tell me what to say, I'll say it. I'll say or do anything you want. Just don't torture me like this! I'm going crazy!"
"Why do you want to eat me?" she baited.
"Because you're so beautiful, so delicious!"
She smiled openly. She put her fingers on his mouth and rubbed his lips lightly. "Keep telling me all the good things a girl likes to hear, precious. If you can prove to me you mean it, I'll make you very, very happy. Otherwise, no, nothing. Do you understand?"
He babbled incoherently between her fingers. She laughed at his thwarted attempts to speak clearly. The tears continued to flow as he made noises. She played with his warm, parted lips, stroked his tongue, studying his misery-etched expression with callous interest. His eyes bugged larger, his pleas grew more intense as he spoke brokenly past the fingers toying at his mouth, stimulating him to beg louder and louder, his tone agonized.
Wild! she thought. Wild, wild, wild! He was crying uninhibitedly and the perverse thrill it gave her was divine.
"All right, Bobby," she finally said, "I believe you."
He started to push his face to her but she stopped him. He squalled, "Maggie! Oh, Maggie!"
"Be still and remain just as you are," she commanded. "Stay on your knees and don't budge."
She shifted position. She lifted one leg over his head and scooted farther down on the sofa. He gasped at the sight of pussy. She rested the backs of her thighs on his shoulders. He couldn't wait. He drove his mouth to her cunt and jammed his tongue in. She giggled excitement. She grabbed two handfuls of his hair and pulled.
"Get it, Bobby! Get it good!" Her heels dropped to the small of his back and found leverage. She hunched her ass rapidly. Bobby's muffled moan was hysterical with eagerness. His tongue played havoc with her swollen clitoris. "Whee!" she squealed and hunched faster. "Oh, wow! Oh, Bobby, this is goody-good-good! That's right, precious, eat me, lick me, suck me! Whee! Yikes, it's terrific! Bobby, you're marvelous! You're sensational!"
Bobby gorged as though his life depended on it and the thrills radiated out from her juicy cunt, spread nerve-tingling sensation all through her. This time, she enthused, she'd use him as she'd never used him before. The mood was on her. She felt just right for it. She'd suffocate Bobby in pussy. She'd have an orgy to remember.
Every time he'd eaten her had proved a little more thrilling than the last and if it got much better she wasn't certain she could endure it. He was becoming really expert in his cunt-hungry desires. His enthusiasm for rooting in pussy was incredible, thanks to her own expertise in leading him on. It had been terrific fun from the beginning. Bobby, of course, hadn't known what he was letting himself in for that day in the office when he'd cornered her and face flushed, had sputtered that he was in love with her, that he couldn't live with the secret another minute or he'd go crazy. She hadn't been too surprised. She'd noticed how his eyes followed her everywhere, but she hadn't thought much of it. It was normal procedure for male eyes to follow her as she went about her clerical duties at Chesterfield Realty & Insurance Company, a business owned by Bobby's father, C.J. Chesterfield, who also happened to own practically half of the valuable waterfront land in and around Midway Beach, Virginia. At C.J.'s insistence, Bobby worked his summer vacation from school in the office learning the business from the ground up.
Ordinarily, Maggie would have laughed off the boy's passionate declarations of love and forgotten it, but the fact of who he was gave rise to careful consideration on her part. She had wondered how she could use the situation to her advantage, had thought there must surely be an angle to it she could benefit from if she could just put her finger on it. There had to be some kind of golden opportunity knocking on her door. So she had decided to play along until she finally saw the light. Meantime, she had merely enjoyed corrupting him to the taste of her pussy to the point where she owned him body and soul. Now he was hers! She could do with him as she damn well pleased.
The only thing left to do at this stage of the affair was to decide how to make the most of her position. Several ideas had crossed her mind but she had quickly eliminated them as being impractical. For instance, Bobby would leap at the idea of marriage and she'd find herself the bride of a wealthy man's son, complete with all the trimmings that came with money. She didn't believe C.J. would fall for it, however. He was nobody's fool and he'd read right through her, see that she never laid a finger on one penny of his money. Also, at Bobby's age, his father could have the marriage annulled and undoubtedly would, which squashed the whole idea. No, she had to think up something better. There was no rush, she kept reminding herself. It'd be smarter to bide her time until the perfect angle presented itself, then make her move on sound footing, with no risk of failure. Yes, she'd be a fool to jump too fast and spoil her chances.
Bobby's tongue brought her back to the reality of the moment. He had a tongue that never tired, apparently and she certainly never tired of it licking her clit. His palms were cupping her buttocks as she squirmed gloriously in response to his hungry mouthing of her cunt. She felt she could let it go on like this forever. It was pleasure supreme, a never-ending stimulation that kept her flesh blissfully electrified, winding her up higher and higher toward heavenly orgasms to come.
Bobby whimpered in agonized happiness as he drove his tongue deeply in and out. Each time he did it his face buried a little farther between her swollen pussy lips, the tip of his tongue reached new depths and brought Maggie an extra thrill. And also each time his tongue swiped hard against her pearl-hard clit, causing a sensation that made her gasp. The surface of his tongue was so maddeningly rough! Velvety rough, like the surface of the sofa she lay on, just prickly enough to embellish her clit with nerve-wracking jolts of ecstasy.
Maggie swung her head from side to side as the heavenly feelings reached new highs. She gasped through her curled, wantonly parted lips, her tongue making damp, circuitous lashes about her lips as though they had separate, erotic taste of their own.
She knew she was about to cum. The sensations rippling her flesh were too ecstatic to bear. They shot exquisitely through each and every fibre of her thrill-primed body. A quivering of her flesh she couldn't control gripped her. Her hands in Bobby's hair as she yanked. Her belly quivered, her sleek thighs lying across his shoulders quivered, the tender muscles of her calves leaped beneath their white skin. Her heels began a tattoo pounding in the small of his back. Her ass hunched faster on the palms of his hands. Her green eyes rolled up in her head and a broken cat-call of wantonness burst from her. "Get it, Bobby! I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Oh God, oh Jesus it's good!"
Bobby made wild sucking sounds as he crammed his face in her pussy, his teeth scraping her clit as his tongue made long, bathing licks, washing hotly her entire, pulsating slit, his cheeks rubbing the swollen pussy lips. It sent Maggie's brain reeling. "Get it, Bobby! Get it-get it-get it!" she wailed shakily. "I'm cumming!"
She shrieked and orgasmed, felt the gush of her juices break forth as though from an exploded dam, flooding Bobby's face in a river of honeyed cum.
Bobby turned even wilder as he sucked and drank the sweet essence of her body. She whipped her ass up and down over his burrowing face, her mind blowing with jarring bliss. Her spasming flesh trembled from the top of her ebony head to the tips of her pink manicured toes. Her sleek belly rippled and twitched as her alabaster form bucked and undulated rapidly. She thought the orgasm would last forever. The pulsating gushes of her juices came one on top of the other, each causing a joyous wail to rise up from her shattered depths.
"Ahhhggg... Ahhhggg... Oh God... Oh God... " Bobby worked his hands farther under her, got his big arms encircled about her leaping ass-cheeks, held her ass so he could bury deeper, as though to find the actual springs from which her honey flowed. His tongue felt like it was lashing clear up into her belly. Her knees were forced back now, almost touching her chin from the tight grip his arms had on her ass. She could hardly move in this position, only make spasmodic jerks in her continuing orgasm which was draining her to ecstatic saturation.
Finally she could stand it no longer. She began pushing at Bobby's sweaty brow. "That's enough, precious. I can't take any more. I'm all washed out!"
Bobby acted as if he didn't hear. His hold on her ass tightened, if anything and his sucking intensified. She suddenly realized she could hardly budge in his strong-armed grip. She felt abrupt consternation. It'd be hell if Bobby went so berserk with lust she couldn't break him loose from her now overly sensitized cunt. Already her clit was so over-charged she cringed at each lash of his tongue. It had been exquisite torture for moments following that heavenly orgasm, but now it was nerve-searing, totally unbearable. Every fibre of her flesh rebelled from excessive stimulation.
"Stop, Bobby, stop!" she ordered, her tone angry, her hands still shoving at him. "I've had enough for now! Give me a chance to rest and perhaps we'll do it some more. But I have to take a few minutes to recuperate. Dammit, Bobby, I said stop it!"
Bobby still didn't hear her, or if he did, the message couldn't get through to his depraved brain. His bearlike arms held her quaking ass immobile while his tongue lashed out furiously and his mouth sucked as though starved. A small sense of terror struck her as she realized she might not be capable of dislodging his mouth from her cunt and she knew she couldn't endure it another instant. Each time his tongue licked her clit it was as though she made contact with a live electric wire, shocking her entire nervous system and making her cringe all over.
She commenced pounding his head with her balled fists, yelling at him to stop. "Damn you, what's wrong with you! I said quit it, Bobby! I can't stand it! You're sucking the life out of me!" Her fists made soft thudding sounds on his head but even this didn't affect his plowing tongue-rape of her pussy. She twisted her fingers in his hair and pulled and yanked until she thought his hair would be jerked out by the roots. This didn't do the job, either.
"Bobby, for God's sake!" she shrieked. "If you don't stop I'll go crazy! I mean it! You're making me lose my mind! Bobby, please! Oh God! Ahgggg! Oh Jesus I can't stand it! I can't! I can't!"
Bobby was so obviously lost on the honeyed paradise of her pussy that his brain had become insensible mush, stunned in frantic bliss. Maggie knew her frail beatings and hair jerking's were not going to snap him out of it. She had to find another way to escape. She had to!
Inspiration suddenly came. By twisting sideways on the sofa, almost falling off it, she could reach him with her outstretched hand. Quickly she found the zipper of his trousers and opened his fly. His cock, monstrous and hard, was crowded up against his belly. When she grasped it in her soft fingers, wrapped them around the smooth-muscled shaft, Bobby moaned a delirious sound, then burrowed even deeper in her cunt than before.
She had thought she would squeeze his cock, twist it until the pain snapped him back to his senses, but on second thought she decided she could accomplish more with his balls. Her hand slid down under, feeling its way until she filled her palm with his heavy nuts. She closed her fingers cruelly around his bag, tightening up with grim determination and then giving a disastrous twist of her wrist.
"Yi-owww!" Bobby's knees sprung him straight up as he released her quickly. His hands flew to cover her hand which gripped his balls. His face was etched in pain and still shiny wet with her juices. He looked at her, his eyes horror-stricken.
She felt vindictive from the manner in which he'd manhandled her and she was quick to realize she had total advantage of him. To further prove it to herself and him, too, she gave another twist of his balls. He yelped horribly again and tried to keep her hands from twisting his nut bag but he obviously was afraid to hold her hands but so much, knowing he was helpless to stop her. She squeezed once more, wringing another yell of anguish from him. "Owww... Owww! Don't Maggie! You're tearing them off!"
"I ought to jerk them clear out," she told him meanly. "In fact I believe I will. Somebody needs to teach you a lesson. When I ordered you to leave me alone, you refused. You kept right on eating me when I'd had too much. I told you to give me a rest. Why didn't you?"
"I got carried away, Maggie. I didn't know what I was doing! I got so excited I couldn't think! I'm sorry! It won't happen again, I swear! Ohhh! Don't squeeze my balls like that! It's excruciating! It's murder!"
"You're going to think it's worse than that before I'm through with you. Move your hands away from mine! Now! Or I'll crush them to mush! I mean it!" She dug her fingertips in harshly, grinding the hard nuggets together inside his bag. Bobby cried out in pain and abruptly uncovered the hand which was causing him much agony. Maggie almost laughed. She found grim humor in the situation. Bobby looked so stupidly absurd there on his knees, his big paws hanging before him, afraid to put them on her. She squeezed again just for fun. He made a terrible groan and let his hands drop gingerly on her arm, a pleading gesture for mercy.
"Don't hurt me anymore, Maggie! I can't stand the pain!"
"You should have thought of that before you took such unfair advantage. Now it's my turn. You deserve to be punished, Bobby. And believe me, I'm just the girl who doesn't mind doing it. I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
"Don't torture me, Maggie! I love you! Please! I can't take the pain!"
"You can't do anything to stop it, either, Bobby-boy. Try and it'll only get worse. I've got you! I can do with you exactly as I please, make you do anything I say. And you know something else? I'm going to enjoy it." Maggie smiled wickedly. "I'm going to give you the most hellish experience of your stupid life!"
"Maggie! Maggie! For God's sake!"
CHAPTER THREE
Maggie, of course, wished only to stall for a while until she'd be ready for more of Bobby's big thick tongue in her cunt, giving her those delicious thrills she loved so well. Meantime, she'd indulge herself having fun making him sweat, making him cry.
Retaining her death grip on his balls, she had slithered off the sofa onto the carpeting beside him, forcing him to sit with his back against the sofa and his legs outstretched before him. With her free hand she had unfastened his belt and worked his trousers and shorts clear down below his knees.
"What are you going to do?" Bobby kept asking apprehensively. "What are you going to do to me?"
"You'll find out," Maggie laughed. His cock had wilted but Maggie was versed sufficiently in sexual vagaries to know that pain and pleasure went together magnificently toward erotic stimulation. So she squeezed his balls with one hand whipped his cock up and down with the other, her green eyes shining delightedly as she brought his big prick back to huge, throbbing life. Helpless, Bobby could only stare down at the action of her fist beating his meat, the sight seeming to hold a bug-eyed fascination for him. He stared at the gripping fingers moving up and down the swollen shaft of his cock, the head just above her fist flared to hugeness.
Maggie giggled at his expression, then said, "Don't you cum, Bobby. Don't you dare cum. If you start to, I'll make mincemeat of your nuts."
Bobby's mouth hung open stupidly. He couldn't tear his gaze from his cock and the hand that was bringing it to larger and larger proportions. "But-but it feels so good, Maggie! How can I help cumming if you keep doing it to me? It's impossible!"
"I bet you do this to yourself all the time, don't you?" she taunted. 'All you younger guys masturbate, you think I don't know? So you ought to like it. It's nothing new to you."
"But I always shoot off when I do it."
"Tell me, Bobby-what do you think about when you're jerking yourself off? Me? I bet you do. I bet you imagine you're eating my pussy, having yourself a feast gorging between my legs. Am I right? Don't you lie to me! You'll be sorry!"
"Yes! I've already told you that! I think about you all the time and when I can't stand it another minute I go somewhere and jerk off. I admit it. Thinking about you drives me crazy!"
"How many times do you make yourself cum at a time?"
"At least a couple. Sometimes more."
"Why do you stop jerking yourself off after a few times?"
"Because I get satisfied and can't do it anymore. What else?"
"And the head of your cock gets kind of sore, too, from too much, isn't that so?"
"Yes. That's exactly how it is. If it didn't, I'd keep right on beating my meat forever."
"Well, stupid, don't you think the same thing happens to a girl? To me?"
"Huh?"
"When you were eating my pussy, Bobby, how do you think I felt after you'd made me cum half a dozen times? I didn't want any more, either, but you held me and kept right on eating me after I yelled for you to stop. Whether you know it or not, my clit can get just as over-fucked as your cock-head can, just as sensitive and sore."
"I didn't think about it that way," Bobby said. "I was so worked up I didn't think about anything except how good your pussy tasted. I went kind of crazy."
"Well, we're not going to make that same mistake again, are we, precious? You're going to learn to behave when I tell you something, aren't you? Answer me!"
"Huh? Yes!" His tone was confused, but his bugged eyes remained riveted on his cock as she continued to pump it. "Oh, Maggie, it's feeling so good! It's getting better and better all the time!"
"I know," she snickered, "but remember, don't you cum, don't you even think about cumming." She squeezed his balls as a reminder of the searing pain she could send through him instantly in wracking jolts.
"Owww!" he cried. "Oh, don't! Owww!"
"If you even look like you're going to cum I'll make you wish you were dead," Maggie laughed and threatened. "I'm going to punish you for refusing to behave and turn me loose when I told you to stop eating me."
"I've already learned. It won't happen again, I swear!"
"Well, I think we'll make double sure, just in case."
Highly amused, Maggie slowed the stroke but took a tighter hold on Bobby's quivering cock. She felt the muscles along the smooth shaft throbbing against her palm as she pumped slowly, steadily, relentlessly. Bobby's eyes rolled up and he gasped with each movement. "Ooooo," he kept breathing. "Oooooo... " His blissful sighs grew deeper and longer. His mouth drooped open with his tongue hanging partly out. Maggie studied his changing expressions, her lovely features wearing a determined smile. "Feels delicious, doesn't it, precious?" she taunted.
"Yessssss!... Oh God yessss!"
"But don't you cum, Bobby! Don't you dare!" she reminded.
Bobby swallowed audibly and began licking his lips rapidly. Maggie read the signs and knew he was on the threshold of shooting his wad. "Agggg... aggggg... "
"Oh, no you don't!" Maggie yelled meanly. She squeezed both his cock and his nuts unmercifully.
"Yi-Owwww!" Bobby screamed. "Yi-Owwww! Stop! You're killing me!"
"I warned you," she said. "You started to cum. I told you what would happen if you did, didn't I? So now you know. Are you going to mind me, or do you want your balls crushed?"
"I can't stand it!" Bobby screeched, tears rolling down his cheeks. "The pain is horrible!"
"It'll get worse if you refuse to do as you're told!"
"But how can I keep from cumming when you make it feel so good? What else can I do? I can't help myself!"
"That's your problem," Maggie laughed. "You figure it out."
"You're cruel," Bobby winced. "You just want to torture me. You-you enjoy it!"
She didn't deny the accusation. She said, "All right, then, do you want me to stop? But if I do you'll have to leave. And I'll never let you come back, not ever. Is that what you want? You want to stop?"
He looked confused through the pain. "I just don't want you to torture me. I just want to eat your pussy, like before. You like it, too. You always do, so why do you have to make me suffer so much for it? We both like it!"
"I told you," she said. "You didn't behave. You didn't do it like I wanted it done."
"I will from now on. I promise I will." He said it hopefully, his eyes blinking tears. "If you'll just let me eat you, I'll be careful and do everything you say. I'll be good, you'll see. I'll do anything you want just to please you."
"Anything?" she challenged.
"Yes. I swear!"
She giggled. She eased up on the squeezing and began pumping his swollen cock again. "In that case, this is what pleases me at the moment. And if you decide you want to stop and go away, say so. I'm leaving it all up to you. But remember. You'll never be allowed to so much as touch me again for the rest of your life. You think about that."
He stared down at his cock again, watching her hand whip the foreskin up and down, watching the mushroomed head flare and tremble with climbing sensation. She had to laugh. He was the picture of total frustration. "Oh, God," he whimpered between gasps. "What am I going to do? What in God's name can I do?"
Joyously absorbed in her little game, Maggie kept a cautious grip on his balls while she masturbated him without surcease. Each time he neared the point of climax she gritted her teeth and tightened her fingers, causing him to yell in agony and choke back his orgasm. Then, as soon as he caught his breath, she'd ease up and start all over again, finding wild delight in the predicament she had him trapped in, laughing as he pleaded for mercy.
"Please stop and just let me eat you!" he begged between moans and gasps. "Don't keep torturing me like this!"
Maggie slung her dark hair. "Do you think you've learned your lesson by now?" Actually, she had begun to tire of tormenting him this way. She felt she was about ready to have his tongue in her pussy again. She knew he'd be ten times more eager to eat her than before, if such were possible.
"Yes!" Bobby howled. "I've learned! Honest to God I have! Maggie, please!"
She said, "All right, we'll give it a try and see. But I hope you mean what you say. I won't give you another chance. I'm serious, Bobby, you'd better believe it."
"Are you going to let me eat you some more?" he asked breathlessly when she released his cock and balls. "I want to so badly I could die!"
Having risen to her feet, she looked down at him. She pretended, by her expression, that she was trying to make up her mind. Bobby's hungry eyes crawled up and down her fabulous body and he licked his lips lasciviously. "I don't know," she answered boredly. "I think I've had about all of you I can take in one day."
"Maggie! Please!" He got on his knees, wrapped his arms around her, kissed her thighs and belly and whipped his face back and forth across her heavily thatched cunt, whimpering his wants. "I've got to have it! I've got to!"
Maggie's smile was wicked as she watched him brushing his opened mouth over her snatch. She commenced feeling aroused, thinking of how he'd be so gushy good now in his doubly passionate state. A thrill ran over her. If she let him now, she thought giddily, his mouth and tongue, would work a million times a minute. It'd have to be some kind of special heaven. Still, she didn't want to rush it.
She grasped his hair and forced him to look up at her. "How would you like to be my personal sex slave, Bobby?"
His eyes were wild. "I'd love it! I already am! You know I am!"
"Then take your hands off me. Quit hugging my legs."
Bobby removed his arms from around her instantly.
"Good," she said. "You're learning to obey. And just for that, you get a reward." She released his hair and arched her hips. His tongue went wetly for her cunt. She remained standing while he took long licks, the tip of his tongue slicing between her pussy-lips, barely touching her clit. It felt good and she quivered. When he started to put his hands on her again, she snapped, "No. Keep your hands on the floor!"
"I will!" he stuttered eagerly. "I'll do just as you tell me. Honest... " She pushed his face from her crotch, walked around him and resumed her seat on the sofa. He groaned horribly and twisted around to follow her on his hands and knees. She snickered. "You know what you look like, Bobby? A hungry dog."
"I don't care! I can't help it!" He kissed her knees madly. She parted her thighs just enough for him to worm his face within mere inches of her glossy brush. His eyes looked ready to pop out of his head. "Oh, Maggie, please... please, please, please!"
"If I let you, will you try not to make a regular hog of yourself?"
He nodded rapidly, his cheeks clamped between her thighs. "I won't be a hog, you'll see. Just let me, please... "
"How do I know you can control yourself?"
"I can! I will! Just give me the chance, I'll prove it to you!"
"All right, we'll make a test and see. Don't move. Just remain as you are on your knees. I'll do everything else. We'll make a bargain. If you show me you can be a very good boy and not make a hog of yourself, then perhaps we can have fun."
"Trust me, Maggie! I'll be good. I swear!"
"Don't budge, then. Not your hands or your head or anything. Just stay frozen right there. I'm going to put my pussy in your face. I want you to kiss it reverently, you understand? Just like you were kissing me on my mouth, sweetly, nicely. Do you think you can do that?"
"Yes! Anything! Oh, yes!"
"We'll see. Have you got a good grip on yourself?"
"Yes! Yes!"
She undamped her thighs from his cheeks. She snuggled down farther on the sofa, smiling and nestled her cunt against his slavering mouth. She felt his hot breath. She wanted to laugh at the haunted expression on his flushed face. He moaned and kissed her, hungrily yet lightly, obviously fighting to restrain himself.
"Remember-reverently, Bobby, reverently. I'll have it no other way. And don't move your head even an inch."
He garbled something incoherent and moaned.
She hunched her hips once slowly, creasing his face between her pussy-lips, testing him. She could feel his entire form tremble but he held onto his emotions, didn't move his head, just made a flurry of little noisy kisses. She swirled her ass slowly, felt his kisses peppering her pussy-lips and her clit. She could see his eyes. They were bulged and big as blue saucers from the passion and struggle going on inside him. Maggie fought to keep from laughing. He looked so ridiculous, so absolutely stupid.
So far, so good, she thought, enthralled with both herself and the lurid situation she had created. Now to keep the fun rolling!
Her legs hanging over his shoulders, knees partly drawn up, heels resting on his huge back as he bent forward, she began hunching little squashy bumps against his quick-kissing mouth. She felt his tongue poke out and dive inside her. It felt delicious. Oh, this was so marvelous! she thought. She had herself a face to fuck. A haunted, helpless, hopeless face that could only kiss and tongue back as she fed it! A delicious, perverse thrill whipped through her. She licked her own lips in growing excitement. This had to be one of the most intriguing games she'd ever discovered. It tantalized her mind as well as her body.
Incredibly, she orgasmed. She didn't buck or bump as the storm of ecstasy rolled over her, she merely tightened up in a trembling strain, her eyes floating back in her head, her breath quickening as the overwhelming bliss flooded her entire sensual being. The mouth and tongue at her cunt drank and lapped furiously, keeping her juices flowing. Bobby didn't forget. He didn't put his hands on her nor alter his position. Obviously he realized this was as she desired him and he forced himself to obey. He was taking no chances of being sent away.
The gorgeous orgasm finally spent itself. Maggie sighed and purred a happy sound and stretched her lovely white arms. Bobby was trying to drown himself in her delicious cum, but not pressing his face in her, just licking and smacking hungrily away.
Maggie smiled. He was learning. In time she would train him to perfection if she chose to take the trouble. He would be very nice to have around whenever she needed her pussy eaten. A snap of her fingers and he'd be there with his tongue hanging out. She felt amused. Every hot-tailed girl should have herself a sex slave, she decided. It was one of the fine luxuries of life.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bobby continued to behave very nicely. Maggie decided she had him sufficiently tamed and subdued and now she could use him to pamper her sensual whims to her heart's content. After that last magnificent orgasm, she reflected, she simply had to have more of the same. But it would take patience, time to work herself up to the heavenly pitch required for a repeat performance. If Bobby kept cooperating, however, she'd enjoy the heady experience again, perhaps several times more.
"Just keep doing like you're doing, precious and we'll have loads and loads of fun."
"I'm trying!" he croaked. "I'm trying my best!"
Smiling, Maggie sighed deeply. This was nice, very nice indeed. With small movements of her ass she could control the stimulation exactly as she desired it. She could allow feather-light flickings of his tongue, or deep, nerve-tingling probes, just as she pleased; or peppery kisses on her cunt lips, or slow, all-engulfing big sucks.
Life can be beautiful, she thought, a cunning smile curling her lips. Life can be one big blast!
After a while the tendrils of erotic sensation began climbing anew in her luxury-softened flesh. Her smooth calf muscles twitched, her heartbeat quickened. She licked her lips wantonly, eager now for another grand thrill, anticipating the excitement of mind-shattering bliss in the offing. She cupped her breasts with both hands and kneaded the resilient mounds, teased the nipples between her fingers. Her breath came in short, spasmodic gasps. Her hands left her tits and moved feelingly down her body in an appreciative, self-loving caress.
Suddenly she touched something she hadn't expected and instant anger made her jump. Bobby's left hand was on her leg; she hadn't realized it until it moved. And then she also realized why he had been behaving so well. She sat up quickly, shoved his head from her cunt and glared at his wet, stoned expression. His eyes were dazed and his tongue still worked outside his slobbering mouth. She gritted her teeth and swore. With his free hand Bobby was masturbating. His hand gripped his big throbbing cock and was moving up and down the thick shaft slowly. The huge knob was purple-pink and looked ready to burst. The sight infuriated Maggie.
"Damn you!" she yelled. "I might have known! Stop doing yourself, Bobby! This minute! Do you hear me? I didn't give you permission to fuck your fist! Oh, you damn, stupid, stubborn fool! You just refuse to learn, don't you? Answer me! Don't look so ignorant! Answer me!"
But Bobby was off in another world, apparently. His mouth still worked dumbly and he kept right on pumping his cock. Maggie, amazed, studied him momentarily, hardly able to believe she had put him in such a hypnotic spell of pure lust. But it was true. She had and suddenly she found it hilarious. She laughed aloud. Bobby didn't seem to hear her, or if he did, he didn't care. A perverse thrill ran through her.
She didn't want him to cum, however. She wanted his passion contained, pent up, locked in and boiling until she was finished with him. She wanted the built-up hungers reserved for the total ravishment of her twitching pussy, which, at the moment, was being cheated.
She slapped him a stinging blow with her open palm. He blinked a couple of times confusedly as he snapped back to reality.
"Why-why'd you do that?" he asked plaintively.
"Because I don't want you jerking off, stupid, that's why. So stop it, this instant!"
"I-I didn't realize... " He released his cock immediately, looked shamefully at her. She glared directly into his eyes and said sternly, "I thought you promised to do exactly as I commanded and nothing more than I permitted."
"I got carried away, Maggie! I lost my senses! But I won't again. I swear I won't!"
"Hah, you said that before-several times-but you won't do as you're told, you absolutely refuse to mind me. You put your hand on me, too. I ordered you not to touch me with your hands, just your mouth. But you wouldn't obey, would you? You simply had to take further liberties."
"I didn't mean to, Maggie. Honest! I forgot! I won't make the same mistake again. You can believe me this time. You can count on my word."
Maggie shook her head. "Never happen. You're too stupid to teach anything to. You're just impossible. I'm afraid I'm going to have to make you leave, Bobby. I'm through trying with you. I've had it! I'm finished!"
"Maggie!" he yelped. "Please! Don't send me away!" Then his eyes brightened. "Listen, I know what! I've got a great idea. You can tie my hands behind my back! That way it won't matter if I forget because I won't be able to grab you or fuck my fist, either. I'll be helpless, completely helpless and there'd be no way I could disappoint you. Don't you see? I'll be at your mercy. I'll have to do as you wish. Oh, please, Maggie! Let's try it that way. Please!"
She studied him a long moment, turning the crazy suggestion over in her mind. The idea did have merit, she decided and she was quick to see all sorts of quirky possibilities. The thought intrigued her natural instinct for deviltry. What a game it could turn out to be! She wondered, suddenly, why she hadn't thought of binding his hands herself. It should be thrilling to have him in absolute bondage, a toy to play with, a human toy, willing or unwilling to pamper her sexual whims, it wouldn't matter. He could do nothing but take it. He'd have no choice whatever.
Her giggle came on impulse. "Go in the bedroom and bring a nylon stocking," she said evenly. "You'll find one on the dresser."
Bobby scrambled to his feet, hurried off for the stocking and returned with it draped over his arm. He handed it to her. "This is strong as steel wire," he said eagerly. "I'd never be able to break it."
"Turn around and hold your wrists together."
He did. She tied his hands together securely behind his back. "There," she giggled, "that ought to do it. Now get back down on your knees."
His big knees hit the floor with a heavy thump and he looked at her hopefully, big blue eyes bright with anticipation. He pleaded breathlessly, "Now let me eat you, Maggie! See- I'll have to do it without grabbing you. I can't grab you, or even touch you with my fingers. That ought to satisfy you, darling. I'll have to do it just as you want it done. I can't do anything else."
Maggie laughed, fell back against the sofa, flipped her ebony hair recklessly and then made a delicious stretch of her arms and entire naked body. Bobby gurgled at the sight. He licked his lips rapidly, wetting them in hungry anticipation. Maggie stopped stretching. She reached and patted his flush cheek. "Yes," she purred, "we will do things my way, won't we, precious? We definitely will."
"I really am your sex slave now."
She bent closer, studying his eager countenance with renewed interest. She put her palm on his forehead and slowly moved it down over his eyes, nose and opened mouth. His lips and tongue worked her palm. A sense of power swept her; in it she found a new and fascinating thrill, a call of evil from deep within her erotic depths. She callously clamped her hand harshly about his mouth, pursing his thick lips, hurting him. He winced and more tears sprang into his eyes. He pulled back slightly; then, as though having second thoughts, returned his bruised mouth to the soft palm of her cruel hand. Maggie laughed low in her throat. She ran sharp-nailed fingers in his mouth and after several slippery, amusing attempts, managed to gain a grip on his tongue. She pulled on it and he gurgled in pain.
"I ought to yank it clear out of your throat," she said, her eyes gleaming evil lights. "It'd serve you right."
Bobby cried his misery as fresh tears flooded down his cheeks. His eyes widened in desperate supplication. Maggie was enthralled. Sweet torture, she thought. She could put him through pure hell if she wished. And maybe she would! The unholy temptation was certainly pressing her titillating her bitter-sweet urges, her taste for the ironic, for actual viciousness.
"On the other hand," she said sweetly, "I think I'll just see how far it'll stretch."
Terrified, Bobby shrank back and his tongue slipped from her fingers. "No, it hurts too much! Why do you want to do that?"
"For fun, silly!" Maggie laughed. "I've always wondered how far a tongue could be stretched out of a mouth. And now I'm going to find out."
She reached for him again and he drew farther back. "Don't-" He shook his head. "I can't take the pain. It's too awful!"
Maggie feigned a pout. "But I want to, Bobby. And you said yourself I could do anything I wished to you. Well, I want to see how far I can stretch your tongue and I'm going to do it. You promised I could do as I pleased. It's all your idea, anyway. Now you're changing your mind. I won't have it!"
"But I didn't mean-"
"Oh, yes you did, too! Stop saying you didn't!" She laughed. "If you try to lie and say you didn't ask me to tie your hands so I could do as I pleased with you, I'll slap you. I can't stand anybody going back on their word."
"I didn't say you could on my tongue!"
"You did! You said anything!"
"I meant anything within reason! But this-" He paused and gulped. "It's crazy, it's so uncalled for!"
She slapped him hard. He stared unbelievingly while his cheek reddened from the stinging blow. "Damn you, don't tell me I'm crazy, Bobby! Don't you dare!" She slapped him again. His eyes bulged and he looked confused.
"I didn't mean you were crazy, I didn't say it that way!" he exclaimed. "I'm sorry if you thought-"
"Now I really am going to pull on your tongue! I'm going to stretch it a mile!"
He leaned backward even farther, out of reach. She giggled. "Oh, you can't get away from me, precious. You're not going anywhere."
"No, don't!"
She pushed off the sofa against him and forced him backward onto the carpet. He was on his back and she was on top of him, straddling his chest, grinning down into his terrified face. "What are you doing?" he cried. "What are you going to do?"
"I've already told you, Bobby. I'm going to get your tongue and stretch it."
"Oh my God!" he yelped. "You can't really mean it!"
"Oh, but I do, Bobby. I definitely do."
She placed her hand over his mouth and began working her fingers between his lips. He groaned. He damped his lips tightly together. She forced her fingers through to his teeth. His teeth were also clamped.
"Oh, don't be a naughty boy, Bobby. Open your little toothies so I can get your tongue," she mocked. "You may as well. I'm going to get it one way or another."
He shook his head, trying to escape her hand. Her hand followed his movements. She laughed and kept working against his teeth and bruised lips. He rolled over and she laughed and rolled with him, still working on his mouth, his weight heavy but only exciting her in the knowledge that he couldn't get away from her nor stop her. "Whee!" she said. "We're having a wrestling match!"
He tried to get to his feet, but with his hands helpless he couldn't manage it with her naked body on him, keeping him from rising.
"Maggie, turn me loose!" he yelped repeatedly. "I don't like this! I never dreamed you'd do this to me!"
She couldn't stop giggling as they struggled. She felt the surge of wickedness inside her leaping. This was fun, fun, fun!
"Give up and give me your tongue!" she kept demanding. "Might as well, I'm going to get it!"
"No! Oh God, no!"
"Oh, but yes," she mocked, finding his mouth once more after a struggle and digging between his lips to his clamped teeth. "Yes, yes, yes, yes! I mean to have it! Come on, precious, give up and let me have it!"
They rolled over and over, Bobby making terrified moans, grunts and groans, Maggie laughing joyously, her nakedness swarming all over him, her fingers working at his mouth.
It ended up with her behind him, legs straddling his waist and locked in front of him, her ankles scissored tightly. She was leaning back against the sofa, holding the rear of his head against her bosom, her left arm wrapped around his thick throat.
"Now I've got you!" she threatened. "You can't resist me now!"
"Turn me loose! Leave me alone!" He wriggled his head violently against her melon-sized tits. It roughed her nipples and the sensation excited them to hard pink buds.
"Whee, what fun we're going to have!" she bent and said directly in his ear. "We're going to have a blast, Bobby! We're going to have a tongue-stretching party!"
He gritted, "No we're not, either! If you think I'm going to unclamp my teeth and let you yank on my tongue, you're out of your mind! You're crazy!"
"Want to bet?"
"No. Just leave me alone, let me go Maggie! This has gone far enough!"
"Oh, but I'm just beginning to enjoy our little game," she purred. "I think it's the most fun ever, honestly I do. Aren't you enjoying it too, precious?"
"No! Hell no!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Bobby, I really am. I was hoping you were having a good time, too. I hate to steal all the fun for myself. I never have been selfish like that. I always like to share."
"Turn me loose!" he shouted. "Turn me loose!"
"But we haven't stretched your tongue yet. And that's the whole idea of the party, isn't it? You ever go to a taffy-pulling party? Well, if you quit before you pull the candy, it all comes to nothing, don't you see? Well, this is the same thing. We can't stop until we've had fun pulling tongues, now can we, Bobby?"
"You're cruel," he stated flatly, "You just want to hurt somebody. I don't call this fun. It's crazy!"
"Now you're being a party-pooper, precious. And if there's anybody I hate it's a party-pooper. They take all the pleasure out of life. You don't want to be that kind, do you? Spoil all the fun?"
"I just want to get away from you! You're turning out to be the cruelest person I've ever known! I just want to get loose!"
"Tch, tch," she taunted. "You know you don't mean that. You said you loved me. You said you loved me so much you couldn't think of anything else. You swore you dreamed of me morning, noon and night. And now you're changing, saying you want to get away from me. My, my, precious, what a fickle lover you are! It's a good thing I found you out in time. You're just a heart-breaker, that's what you are."
"I didn't know you were so cruel! I never dreamed you'd be so-vicious!"
"Precious, how can you say that about me? I'm not mean in the least. I just want to pull your tongue a little, see how fat it'll come out of your mouth. I'm just curious. Come on, now, be a sweet boy. Stick out your tongue and let me have it. We'll have fun seeing how far it'll stretch together. Aren't you curious to know, too?"
"No! Let me go! Let me go! You're choking me!"
"I am? Oh, I'm sorry, precious. But it's your fault. You insist on being so stubborn. I didn't mean to choke you, though. I'm sorry, I apologize. Am I forgiven?"
"Yes! Now let me loose."
"I know what," she said. "Let's do it this way." She placed both hands over his face, pulling the back of his head tighter against her sensitive tits. Her left hand covered his nose and her right hand covered his mouth, shutting off his breath. Bobby struggled but he couldn't dislodge her hands. His actions, the way he kept twisting his head against her tits, ruffed the pink nipples and they grew hard, pointed with stimulation. Delighted, Maggie giggled, kept the scissors-like hold about his waist with her legs and held on for dear life.
"You can't win, Bobby! You may as well give up."
She spread her fingers so he could catch his a breath of air. He gasped a lungful. "You nearly suffocated me! I couldn't breathe!" he spoke between her fingers. "It was horrible!"
She leaned her head forward and said directly into his ear, her voice sweet and taunting, "It's your own fault, precious. You refuse to open your teeth. If you want to breathe, all you have to do is open your mouth and let me hold your tongue. It's that simple, really. Come on, be a pet, Bobby. Stick it out and let me feel it."
"No!"
"All right, then, you're asking for trouble. If you don't like breathing it's all up to you."
She closed her fingers over his lips again, causing him to struggle anew, fighting for breath. She held her lips close beside his ear, nipped at his earlobes as he moaned and whispered what he must do.
Suddenly she felt his hot tongue washing the palm of her right hand. She laughed impulsively, let him catch his breath while she fondled the protruding tongue, feeling it, pinching it, squeezing it, enjoying her victory.
Bobby gurgled and gasped in total surrender. "Don't hurt me," he garbled. "Please don't hurt me."
"Are you going to be a good boy now? Are you going to behave?"
He nodded as best he could. "Yes! Yes!"
"Good, that's better." She uncovered his nose and cradled his head in her left arm, twisting about so she could look down into his frightened face. Her right hand continued toying with his tongue. His mouth hung open with his lips quivering helplessly. Excitement rippled through Maggie. She breathed a little faster herself. Her body was sheened with perspiration from the effort of subjugating Bobby. She slung her hair out of her face and went to work on him in earnest.
He didn't resist as she had fun trying to get a grip on his tongue. It was so slippery, however, from her wet fingers and the saliva they'd stirred up in his mouth, making everything so syrupy, that she had difficulty gaining a decent hold. She giggled at her own repeated failures.
"Stop jerking it back, precious. I'm having a hard enough time holding it as it is."
"I-I can't help it!" he garbled, his tone frightened.
She pushed all her fingers in his mouth, spreading his teeth wide open, trying to reach the base of his tongue. He gurgled and gagged and salivated gushily. Her fingers kept slipping, but she continued the slippery probing for a good grip. He tried to turn his head but she held it firmly nestled in the crook of her left arm while her right hand kept digging, feeling, grasping.
His saliva filled his mouth to overflowing and it ran out the corners, making everything mushy, more slippery and slimy. She laughed. Poor Bobby! She was sure giving him a bad time of it.
He started choking. She retrieved her hand. He swallowed noisily. She dug in his trousers pocket for his handkerchief. With his eyes bulging up at her, she wiped away the saliva, mopping his chin and cheeks. "We've got to dry it off before I can grip it," she told him matter-of-factly. "Open up, now, so I can do it."
Bobby groaned. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth obediently. With two fingers wrapped in the cloth she fussed amusedly drying his tongue. "Now," she said finally. "I think I can make it." She flung the handkerchief aside.
This time she succeeded, finding a hold that didn't slip. Bobby's eyes popped open again as she eased his tongue out of his mouth, feeling it quiver and jerk in her grasp. She had his tongue captured tightly in her fist. A new excitement whipped through her. If she wished, she could certainly ruin him now. The perverse thought nearly overwhelmed her. She pulled a little harder, stretching the jerky tongue farther. Bobby shook all over but didn't fight it, obviously knowing he couldn't without worsening his miserable condition. Instead, he issued gaggy, agonized noises while tears of pain and terror streamed from his eyes.
Maggie stared at the sight of her whimsical, sadistic creation and glowed in the knowledge of her triumph. She enjoyed herself a few moments more, watching Bobby jerk and sweat and beg through his frantic, horrified eyes.
She released him and fell back laughing. "I guess you've had enough of that," she told him. "How do you feel about me now? You want me to untie you so you can leave?"
Bobby sat up and turned to face her. He blinked and squinched to get the tears from his eyes. He looked at her and the way she smiled, challenging him; and she saw the conflicting reactions rolling inside his head. His gaze crawled over her. He licked his lips and she noticed the hunger still etched in his countenance. She giggled and said, "You know something, Bobby? I think you're just a glutton for punishment."
"All I wanted to do was eat you... that's all I ever wanted." He sounded ridiculously pathetic.
"Are you saying you still do? After the way I've treated you? Precious, you can't mean it."
"I-I don't know... "
"You're being very stupid, you know. You even look stupid, sitting there trying to make up your mind."
"You're so gorgeous, darling," he croaked. "So beautiful, so fascinating! Will you promise not to mistreat me like you did?"
She laughed and shook her head. "I promise nothing, not a thing! In fact I'll probably treat you worse. But it's up to you, it's your decision entirely. Really, though-deep down-you like it, don't you? Admit it. You like the sexy games I play. You want to be my sex slave. You want anything I'll give you, isn't that right?"
He winced, hesitating, trying to make up his mind. He was so obviously confused, steeped in hungers for her pussy he couldn't think straight. "I-I-" Smiling, she held out both hands toward him, flexing her slim fingers, beckoning him, inviting him back into whatever miseries her whims cared to bestow upon him. "Come here, slave," she coaxed low in her throat. "Come and see what I have for you."
Bobby stared, not breathing. Then he moaned hopelessly,- crumbled inside and fell toward her. Her lovely fingers captured his hot cheeks. She laughed. "See?" she said. "You do like the sex games I play. You are my sex slave and you'll remain so from now on, for as long as I care to keep you, isn't that right?"
"Yes!" he moaned. "Oh God, yesss!"
"Good. Now we understand each other perfectly. Be still. I'm going to put my legs around your neck and you're going to eat me and keep my pussy entertained until I tire of you."
"Untie my hands, Maggie. Please... "
"No, you'll jerk yourself off and lose some of your hunger for my cunt. Never happen. I want you raving mad for it, with no let-up, until I've cum all I wish. Then I'll release you and you can screw your own fist till you're blue in the face if you want, I won't care."
Moments later, with both hands locked in his hair, her lovely white legs over his shoulders, soft heels digging into his sides and the small of his back, Maggie squealed happily and fucked Bobby's face with uninhibited wantonness, delighting in the furious starvation of his slavering mouth and lashing tongue.
"Get it!" she kept singing out as she hunched, writhed, squirmed, undulated in reckless excitement. "Get it while you can!"
Bobby ravished her pussy as though his life depended on it. He made animal noises of lusty desperation as he licked, sucked, scraped her swollen clit with his teeth. Maggie felt a monumental orgasm building and quickly spreading. She shrieked and let the stormy ecstasy overwhelm her, felt her juices break and flow, flooding Bobby's face with free-running nectars of her body. He sucked and drank her cum greedily. Her heart pounded, she panted breathlessly and nearly jerked his hair out by the roots while her heels kicked his back and sides like flying pistons.
When she could endure no more, she untangled her legs from his neck and held him at bay, his wet, flushed face still crazed with lust. "Don't stop me now!" he howled. "Maggie, don't...!"
Smiling, she lay back flat on the sofa and stretched her white body luxuriously. She looked at Bobby kneeling there. She patted his cheek. "Be patient, precious. We've the balance of the afternoon to have fun. Aren't you enjoying yourself?"
"Oh God!" Bobby cried. "Oh God!"
He planked his mouth on her tummy and kissed up and down the length of her satiny form, whining, begging for pussy. Maggie decided this was definitely a hell of a lot of entertainment any way you looked at it and certainly a barrel of delicious stimulation, good for as many orgasms as she cared to enjoy. She could keep Bobby here on his knees chasing pussy the rest of the day and all night long, too, if she wished. And use him just exactly as she pleased. She had another amusing thought. She could even take him to bed with her, later and with his hands still tied, let his hot mouth roam her resting body while she slept. That should be something new in sensual kicks!
Laughing to herself, she believed she'd do it. Why not? It'd have to be a heavenly way to spend the night. She shivered at the thought and dropped a hand on Bobby's head, lightly tangling her fingers in his hair and playing with it while his lips swarmed over her tits, tummy and ivory thighs. It did such nice things for her ego. It felt so god-awful good!
Yes, she'd have to do it, she definitely would. It promised too much fun to pass up, an experience she'd never forgive herself for if she missed.
Devilishly, she raised her ass and swirled her hips. Bobby dove for pussy. She dropped back down, crossed her legs and giggled while he burrowed unsuccessfully for cunt, yowling for it like a hungry hound dog.
Maggie smiled and listened in glee.
CHAPTER FIVE
She stripped him naked before taking him to bed. She had to tear his shirt to get it off his bound wrists. Then, on the bed, she laughed and flung the white sheet over his head and her lower torso. "Stay down there," she ordered. "It's where you belong."
She held the hem of the sheet pulled to her neck. Moaning his hungers low in his throat, Bobby's hot lips spread wide and moved salaciously slow and crawly over her thighs, her loins, her satiny smooth belly, her aroused tits and bursting nipples.
Maggie sighed in deep contentment. After a while she turned on her tummy and loved the feel of warm breath and flesh-tingling kisses drifting over the backs of her thighs, the sensitive undersides of her knees, her silky calves and even the tender insteps of her pedicured feet.
The kisses retraced to the luscious moons of her resilient buttocks. She lay quietly while he paused here for a long time, his hot mouth savoring her sculptured ass-cheeks with peppery kisses, tongue lickings and wide-open mouth suckings of her luxury-loving flesh.
She wondered if he would go further. She wriggled her ass to tempt and suggest. He got the message. He swiped his tongue in a long lick from the base of her pussy up along the crease of her ass. She gasped when his tongue lingered for a moment at her sensitive anus, then followed the crease clear through to her spine. Her anus puckered several times in giddy response. She laughed to herself and mused that Bobby learned fast for a mere sixteen-year-old kid.
Sleep, of course, was impossible. Bobby's never tiring tongue kept bringing her to planes of erotic intensity she couldn't begin to deny. His thirst for pussy was incredible. He couldn't get his rocks off and this kept him building up steam inside which turned his desires into an inferno.
Maggie loved it all. Each time she orgasmed she had to have a breather, had to keep his slavering tongue off her clit until she was ready again. This made for wild, hilarious struggles under the sheet between his head and her slowly churning legs, squirming ass and scissoring thighs, keeping her overly sensitized cunt just out of his reach.
But then, eventually, her entire white form misty with perspiration from the giddy pussy-chase, her nerves would quiet down and she would be ready for more of the thrilling tongue.
Finally she came to a point where she could take it and take it, panting and gasping through what seemed like one long never-ending orgasmic bliss that kept her juices flowing and her flesh screaming in ecstasy. She shoved the bed pillows under her ass and fucked his mouth and tongue wantonly until she thought the top of her head would blow off, cumming and cumming and cumming.
At four in the morning she jerked him off rapidly three times, laughing as his sperm shot clear up on his chest as he lay on his back groaning. Then she untied him, made him dress and leave. Only then did she find some rest.
Next morning, tired but happy, she drove toward work in her little MG roadster. She remembered with high humor the pleasurable events of last evening with Bobby Chesterfield. Never, but never had she ever had her body so worshipped, kissed, licked and drooled over for such an uninterrupted period of time. It had been heavenly. She would have to do it again sometime.
After ten more minutes of driving, she turned into the parking lot behind Chesterfield Realty & Insurance, steered the MG in one of the spaces, got out and went inside through the rear entrance. The company occupied the entire first floor of the building and bustled with business from morning until knocking off time at five in the afternoon.
She glanced around to see if Bobby had arrived and by the time she settled down at her desk and fingered through the roughed-in contracts she would have to re-type, she decided the boy either wasn't coming to work today or was going to be late. If he did show up she hoped to God he didn't arouse suspicions by hanging around her all day and moon-eyeing her. It would never do for his dear old dad to know what she'd done to his precious son all last afternoon and night. He'd fire her on the spot for certain. There had already been whispers around the office about how Bobby couldn't take his eyes off her and several snide remarks had been made. "What are you trying to do, Maggie? Seduce the boss's kid and wrangle for a raise? Better be careful, you'll end up getting yourself canned." The blonde girl who said it laughed and added, "And for your information, jobs aren't easy to find in this town nowadays."
"Can I help it if he hangs over me like a love-sick puppy-dog in heat?" Maggie flared. "He's the boss's son-I can't just tell him to get lost!"
"No, but you don't have to lead the poor boy on, either, like you do every guy in the place. He's much too young and impressionable. You ought to be ashamed."
"What's wrong, Hilda? Are you jealous?" Maggie stared at the girl accusingly. The blonde flushed, slung her head angrily and marched away. Hilda, she'd heard, was gay.
Maggie hadn't typed but two contracts when she was summoned to Mr. Chesterfield's office and she went in feeling like a doomed woman fearing the worst. His stern gaze from beneath heavy beetle-brows didn't help her spirit any, either, as he stared at her as though seeing her for the first time. "Sit down, Miss Norman." He clipped the words short. He usually called her Maggie. This was a bad omen.
Maggie flinched. He knows, she thought. Somehow he's found out about Bobby and me! Well, I guess this is it! The end of my job. She sat down and crossed her legs in an attitude of sudden defiance. If he thought he was going to raise hell with her and make her squirm and break into tears he had another thought coming. She'd make out somehow. She always had and she always would. So to hell with him and his stupid pussy-crazed son both. They could go take a jump for all she cared. It wasn't the end of the world.
Mr. Charles K. Chesterfield leaned forward with his arms on the polished mahogany desk and studied her intently for a moment. Unlike his giant of a son, Mr. Chesterfield was squat, paunchy and almost bald. What hair he had managed to save was brushed from the sides of his broad head toward the middle to try to hide the bare scalp in between the brownish-grey tufts.
Swinging her legs sullenly as she waited for the axe to fall, Maggie had the sudden impression that the Great Man was giving her body the once-over through his glinting, beady black eyes. She ignored his glance and studied the polished nails of her hand as though she didn't have a care to her name. Charles K. Chesterfield cleared his throat. When she looked at him again he was smiling and shaking his head. "Yes," he muttered and chuckled, "I can see where the trouble lies."
Surprised, Maggie asked, "Trouble, Mr. Chesterfield? I don't believe I understand. What trouble?"
"Sex trouble, young lady. That old Devil Sex. I'm afraid you've brought the old rascal right here into our establishment, resulting in lowered morale, jealousy, discord and a devastating drop in efficiency."
Relieved that he hadn't mentioned her relationship with his pussy-crazed offspring, Maggie smiled back at him.
"I still don't understand," she said easily. "I really don't."
"Of course you do, Maggie. Look, let's be frank about it. In the few months you've been working here you've managed to have half the sales force fighting over you and you've made practically all the female employees green with jealousy. Whether you know it or not, you're wrecking my business!"
"Oh?" Maggie elevated her brows. "Come now, Mr. Chesterfield. Aren't you laying it on a little heavy? If I've caused any trouble I certainly didn't mean to."
He frowned. "Hell you didn't. You're a natural born flirt and beautiful enough to drive the guys wild. You like to stir up trouble. I know. I've seen plenty of girls like you in my time. You thrive on creating a furor. It's your meat and bread."
"You're being unfair," Maggie defended. "Any girl likes to be attractive. But I'm not a flirt. I'm not!"
"Attractive?" Chesterfield scoffed. "That isn't the word for it honey. Whether you realize it or not, you're electrifying! That's the only way to put it."
"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or a dirty dig."
"And on top of it all, I'm told that my sixteen-year-old kid Bobby has gone ape over you."
"Bobby's a nice boy," Maggie said. "I like him a lot."
"They tell me you have him eating out of your lily white hand and ready to cut his own throat for you.
"Who's telling you all those crazy lies? There's not a word of truth in them! Who is it? I'd certainly like to know who hates me enough to say these awful things!"
"Are you denying you've had Bobby in your apartment? Not just once, but several times?"
Maggie felt herself changing color. He obviously knew part of the truth so she decided she'd better be careful how she answered. Apparently he had a spy in his organization, somebody who kept him abreast of everything that went on. "No, I won't say Bobby hasn't stopped by my apartment for a friendly visit. But that's all it was, just friendly."
"I wonder," the man said, looking doubtful.
"Bobby is much too young for me, Mr. Chesterfield. I don't make a habit of robbing the cradle. I'm thirty-two, sixteen years older than your son. So don't worry, there's nothing romantic between us, I assure you."
"Nothing at all?" Chesterfield appeared depressed.
"Nothing. Bobby is a perfect gentleman. He hasn't said or done anything out of the way."
"Then I'm going to have a talk with that boy, I can see that. I hope to hell he isn't gay."
"Gay? Mr. Chesterfield! What on earth are you talking about? Of course Bobby isn't gay. How can you even suggest such a thing!" Chesterfield shrugged. "Any kid of mine who got himself alone in the apartment of a luscious girl like you and didn't at least make a pass, well, he certainly isn't a chip off the old block. I'm disappointed in that boy. He must be low on red blood."
"Mr. Chesterfield... really... " Maggie smiled and shook her head. "Is this what you called me in here for? To ask if I'd seduced your son?"
"No. It's the other thing, the discord, the loss of harmony your presence has caused among my employees. That's what you're in my office for, nothing else. It started when you came to work for us and it gets worse day by day. I can't have it, Maggie, that's all there is to it."
"What do you intend to do?"
"I'm afraid I have to let you go, Maggie. I'm sorry."
"Let me go! You mean I'm-I'm fired!"
"Exactly," he clipped. He turned up his thick palms, shrugged. "Only way I know how to cure the problem."
"I can't believe this! It's too-too incredible!"
"You won't have difficulty finding another place to work. You can give me as a reference. I'll back you up."
She stared at him. "Are you serious? There aren't any jobs around these days. Everybody knows that! There's a recession going on. I'll never find anything!"
"Well, I'm sorry, but that's the way the old ball bounces. You'll get along. You'll do okay." He looked smug as he spoke. Her anger flared.
"Yes and thanks for nothing!" She jumped up out of the chair, flushed to the roots and started for the door.
"Wait a minute! There's one more thing!"
She spun and stared meanly. "Well...?"
"How does two-thousand dollars a month sound to you?"
"I have no idea what you mean," she said flatly.
He grinned. "Come sit back down and I'll explain it." His eyes ran over her figure as she hesitated and she recognized that certain gleam which always spoke volumes.
"Why should I? I thought you wanted me out of your hair and your stupid organization!"
He chuckled. "Not entirely, Maggie, not entirely. I'll be frank. I have designs on you myself. Like I said, I find you electrifying. So I'm going to be very blunt and proposition you. That is, if you're willing to settle down and calm yourself long enough to listen."
Somewhat shocked, Maggie said, "No thanks, Mr. Chesterfield. I definitely wouldn't be interested."
"Oh, I hardly believe that, honey," he said lightly. I happen to know you have financial problems. You're three months behind in your rent and the finance company is about to repossess that expensive little bug of a car you bought." He shook his head sadly. "Your taste for high living far exceeds your resources, Maggie baby. Or you're the world's worst when it comes to budgets. That apartment you live in must cost a mint. How'd you ever think you could afford it on your salary? And the car payments? And all the chic clothes you wear? You're a puzzle, you really are."
"How do you happen to know so much about me?" She felt herself flushing anew. "I had no idea you were that interested in my welfare. I'm amazed."
"Simple. I had you investigated. I spent a bunch of money finding out about you."
"Well, you certainly had a nerve doing that!"
"I figure it was money well spent." He grinned.
"And just what makes you think so?"
"Because you're up to your neck in debt and need help. And I'm just the guy who can pull you out and put you on easy street. Tell you what I'm willing to do, Maggie baby. I'll catch up your bills and pay you two thousand a month in exchange for your delectable... favors? Isn't that what they call it?"
"No thank you, Mr. Chesterfield." Her voice dripped sarcasm. "I'm not for sale. I'm afraid you threw away your money for nothing."
The man shrugged. "Suit yourself. All I can do is try. If you don't mind being tossed out of your fancy apartment and having your car snatched away by the finance company, it's your business. Can't say I didn't offer to help," He spoke as though the interview were finished.
Maggie knew she should walk out right that minute, but found herself hesitating. He had hit a nerve all right, reminding her of her desperate financial situation. Her back definitely was against the wall. Damn it, he was so right about her. She'd never been smart about handling money, always stuck her neck out for more than she could afford. There'd been times when she tried to budget herself, but it never worked out. If she saw something she wanted, she couldn't resist buying it. She loved expensive, beautiful things and luxury to a fault and this had gotten her in trouble all her life. Remembering, she felt a sudden queasy sensation in the pit of her stomach. She was going to lose her apartment and car. And it was a great big world outside. And it was true that new jobs were next to impossible to find. She'd be in one hell of a fix if she didn't find some answers fast. Still...
She walked to the door and put her hand on the knob. She paused and looked around. Mr. Chesterfield was quietly studying her. He smiled and nodded and stuck up two stubby fingers. "Two-thousand, bucks, sugar. Each and every month. How about it?"
"And all old bills caught up?"
"That's what I said."
"When do I start on my new... job?"
"Instantly. Just latch the door, strip down naked and put your beautiful ass on the couch."
She flushed again. "Damn, you do believe in being blunt, don't you?"
He laughed. "Why beat around the bush? I've had a hard on for you ever since the day you were hired. And don't look so shocked, you're no virgin. For two big ones I'm going to expect to get fucked up, down and sideways. Believe it, baby, believe it."
Maggie bit her lower lip and considered his offer one last time. Then she took a deep breath, latched the door, turned to stare at him. "You win, Mr. Chesterfield. I have no choice."
"Call me Charles from now on."
"All right, Charles, you bastard!" She laughed and walked toward him, fingering the buttons of her blouse. "Get out your checkbook and start writing. Nothing turns me on like money."
He laughed too and opened the desk drawer before him.
CHAPTER SIX
Maggie seldom wore a bra. Her tits, a bit large but firm with the resiliency of youth, stood out like twin cones of creamy flesh sculptured by loving, artistic hands. The nipples were pale pink, up-tilted adornments of satiny texture. They jiggled when she moved and flared to instant pointy red tips of sensitivity when aroused. She hated wearing a bra. It robbed her of the pleasurable feelings caused by her loose blouse material caressing her tits and teasing her fun-loving nipples, keeping them delightfully stimulated and hard as pink pebbles.
"Damn, what a gorgeous pair of boobs," Charles Chesterfield said, his eyes bright with admiration. "I've seen knockers aplenty in my time, honey, but you take the cake."
Maggie had removed her blouse after tucking the check he'd handed her in her purse. She stood before him now with the blouse dangling from her fingers, her naked body from the waist up. "You're only saying that because it's true," she smiled. "But I assume you expect quality for your money."
"Conceited bitch, aren't you?"
She shrugged. "Why not? I have a right to be."
He grinned. "Yeah, honey, you're so right. Good. I like a woman who knows she's beautiful and is proud of it. They're always a damn sight more interesting."
He pushed out of the swivel chair and came around the desk and he was breathing heavily. Maggie noticed the bulge of his swollen cock in his trousers. "I've got to sample 'em before we go one step further. Boobs like yours leave me chomping at the bit."
"Just please don't bite too hard, Charles... that's all I ask. They're very, very tender and touchy. I can't stand being chewed to ribbons." She said it humorously but he was obviously too excited to laugh.
"Lordy you turn me on... " He put his hands on her sides, bent his head and captured one nipple between his lips, giving it a light kiss as though to savor the flavor of the delectable morsel.
"Ummm," he murmured. "Ummm, ummm, ummm."
He did the same to the other nipple, moaning over it also. Maggie felt the pink buds respond quickly, flaring to firm little points. She closed her green eyes briefly as a tingling sensation ran through her. She had the thought that all this could turn out rather nicely. Charles Chesterfield was certainly no handsome Adonis, but neither did she find him gross or unattractive. The appeal of some men lay in other areas, such as money and power, both of which Charles possessed. Maggie had known any number of handsome guys who had proven to be absolute duds, both in finances and in bed. No, she'd take a man of proven success any day of the week. They had strength. They had what really counted. She tossed the blouse toward the chair.
Charles pressed his face between her boobs and worked his cheeks against their softness. She could have rested her chin on the bald pate of his head shining through the sparse hair. She smiled to herself. She cupped her hands on his thick neck just behind the ears and fingered his hairline, knowing this was stimulating. He moaned again and sucked one of her tits halfway inside his mouth.
"Remember, no biting," she cautioned. "Don't forget."
He gurgled and sucked the other tit deeply between his teeth. She could feel him trembling in growing excitement. His hands, a little sweaty now, ran caressingly up and down her sides. He tore his mouth from her bosom and kissed downward to her belly, heavily going to his knees, then wrapping his arms tightly around her buttocks. Maggie wondered if, like his son Bobby, he was going to be a pussy eater of the same intensity. Not that she really cared. In fact it was pleasurable having the big business executive on his knees before her. It was reassuring of her own power and charm.
He kissed around her navel, drove his tongue in it. She squealed a short laugh and dragged his mouth from the sensitive spot. "It tickles too much, I can't stand it!"
He didn't answer. He caught his fingers in her waistband and pulled her skirt down. It fell in a heap around her ankles. She wore brief white lacy panties he could see through and he gasped at the shadowy black mound of pussy hair outlined before his hot eyes.
"Oh Jesus!" he husked. "Oh, Christ!"
He pressed his face to her perfumed crotch, moaned in ecstasy. He worked his mouth against the flimsy white nylon separating him from her cunt, ran his hands up and down her legs from her buttocks to her calves. He acted as though he were torturing himself with anticipation and a moment of self-denial.
Maggie stifled a laugh. The big executive was no different from any of the other men she had known. They all ate pussy. Some guys had to be coaxed into it, some didn't. But in the end, she reflected, they each and every one turned pig rooting in her cunt. It never failed. Well, it was lucky for her she enjoyed it. But it was natural that she should... she'd certainly had some very good teachers. Even her own brother Harry, she remembered with a pang.
Maggie hunched against the face pressed to her mound of nylon-protected pussy. Charles gasped excitement. She giggled recklessly. She grasped his ears and ground her hips, temptingly. She saw the top of his head turn pink from passion.
He snatched her panties down and dove for her mass of ebony-haired cunt. She arched into him wantonly and pulled on his ears. His tongue licked rapidly, wantonly, in search of her pussy-lips. She felt it sluice between her pussy-lips and touch her clit. She smiled sickenly down at him, baring her teeth in an animal-like, evil expression. This was her kind of game, she enthused. If he wanted to eat pussy she'd be more than happy to accommodate him.
He strained his neck licking her cunt in this position and she knew it couldn't last. His fingers were clawing her buttocks to hold them to him so he could slaver at her cunt. He had to be terribly uncomfortable. She didn't want him to escape the spell her body had cast over him.
"Why don't we get on the couch and do this right, Charles?" she said and laughed. "You can't get your money's worth this way."
She released his ears, reached behind and shoved his hands from her buttocks, having to pry them loose he was so beside himself with lust. She twisted her cunt from his slobbering mouth and escaped. He stared dumbly as she stepped away from him.
"Jesus, you're enchanting!"
She flipped her black hair with her hands and flung it with an insolent shake of her head. Naked now except for her high-spiked shoes, she walked from him toward the black leather couch. She could feel the heat of his blazing eyes on her elongated legs and firmly molded ass-cheeks. He gasped at the stunning sight.
She sat on the couch, feeling the coolness of rich black leather and kicked off her shoes, her painted toes tossing them at him tauntingly. Charles stared, licked his thick lips.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" he swore emotionally, swallowed hard. "I never met anything like you, sugar!" He began climbing to his feet. "You've got it all! You're enough to drive any man out of his mind!"
Smiling, Maggie lounged seductively on the couch, her legs drawn up beside her. She beckoned him with a teasy finger. "I can't enjoy a man until he's mad for me, Charles. It's the only way he's any fun."
"Then you ought to find me hilarious!" he said flatly. "You've got my blood boiling."
"Goody. I'm glad. Love is so much more exciting when blood runs hot, don't you agree?"
For the answer he came to stand beside her, glowering down at her nakedness with hungry intent. He unfastened his belt and let his trousers fall from his paunch to his feet, then kicked them out of the way. His short fat cock popped out through the front of his shorts, swollen hard and visibly throbbing.
"Oh, my goodness, Charles, look at that!" she giggled.
He undid his shorts and stepped out of them, too. "Get on your belly," he said, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. He wore no undershirt and his chest was covered by a mat of black fur which ran clear down to the heavier crinkly mass surrounding his thick cock and big balls. "On your stomach. Hurry up!"
She frowned. "On my stomach? But why...?"
"Damnit, I'll show you why." He reached for her. His strength surprised her as he flipped her over easily. She started to object but before she could he bit her on the cheek of her ass.
"Oouch, take it easy, Charles. I hate bruise marks. Don't leave any hickies on me, please!"
"Nothing turns me on like a beautiful butt and you've got the champion tail of the universe! I could chew it to ribbons!"
"Control yourself, Charles," she spoke humorously. "I'm not made of wood."
"You can say that again." He nipped all over the sleek satiny-skinned buttock, giving little pinch bites which made her start, but not painful enough to really hurt. She laughed and said "ouch" now and then and kicked her legs. He did the same to the other ass-cheek.
"Let's get your beautiful bottom pinked up just right," he said matter-of-factly. He stopped biting and she felt his heavy hand slap her a stinging blow, first on one tender mound and then the other, very quickly.
She grew worried again. "Why, Charles? Listen, what are you leading up to?"
"I told you," he growled. "Your tail turns me on!"
"But why do you want me all red and sore?"
"So I can kiss it and make it well again, what else?"
"Well, it's tender and hurting now."
She felt relieved when he slid to his knees on the floor and began planking hot wet kisses on her smarting buttocks. Then he ran his lips down the undersides of her thighs, paused at the tender spots behind her knees, moved his moist lips over her calves, finally working his way back to her buttocks once more. Still kneeling, he spent a long time licking the touchy cheeks, sucking at the quivering creamy flesh.
Feeling it was what he wanted, Maggie wriggled her ass in response to his slavering mouth and tongue. She heard his short intake if breath. He slid his dancing tongue between her ass-cheeks and followed the sensitive crease until it danced against the ultra-sensitive ring of her anus. She tensed all over and squealed delight. This always drove her giddily insane.
"Charles, I can't stand it!" she laughed. "It tickles me to death!"
"Just getting it lubricated, honey."
She tensed again. "What for? What do you mean?"
He threw himself on her, rammed his cock between the cheeks of her ass, started punching around. Concern gripped her.
My God! He plans to fuck me in the ass!
She knew she couldn't take it. The very thought frightened her. She'd never been screwed in the ass before and she certainly didn't want to start now, not with that fat round prick Charles had. Her asshole would have to stretch a mile.
"Charles, what are you doing! Stop that-Oh! Listen, I can't do it like this! I never did before! I couldn't possibly stand it!"
Grunting, he kept hunching forcibly. "Then you don't know what you've been missing, sugar. You'll like it once it's in."
"No! I mean it, Charles! No-don't!" She struggled within the bear hug of his big arms. She twisted her ass one way and another, hoping to escape the punishment of his prick finding its way in her tight anus. The idea grew more terrifying by the moment. Damn him, what had come over him! She'd thought he was going to eat her pussy and now here he was hot to fuck her in the tail. He'd tricked her.
His breath was hot on her neck, his chest and belly hair scratching her back and shoulders. The strong grip held her practically helpless, his hairy arms locked around her middle. His cock punched away at her asshole relentlessly, seeking brutal entry. She could feel her anus drawn up tight, He'd never get his cock in, never!
"Relax!" he growled, breathing hard. "It won't hurt if you relax."
"No! I can't! Oh, Charles, don't-please don't! Let me turn over. I'll give you all you can stand, but not this way! I promise I'll" screw you to death! Just let me loose so I can turn over!"
"Never happen, honey. I've got to get it in your fabulous tail. It's my specialty. There's nothing in the world to equal it!"
He got the head of his prick started in, holding her so tight she could hardly breathe. She froze and trembled all over, her eyes bugged in fright. The pressure his cock-head applied was steadily increasing. Then, each of them felt her sphincter muscle give way, surrendering to the overpowering force.
"Oh no!" she cried out. "Oh no! I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
Charles worked the huge head of his cock gradually through the spasming ring of her tortured anus and she knew her asshole was being split wide open. The pain was horrible. She felt as though she were being impaled on a huge hot peg of iron.
"It's killing me!" she cried hysterically. "Oh, please stop, Charles! Please! It's ruining me! I can't endure the pain! Oh, please!"
"Shut up," he grunted cruelly. "It won't hurt long. You'll start to like it once you get the feel of it. All you chicks do."
She yowled as he fucked deeper and deeper. She cried and cursed and then cried some more. Nothing stopped the pain-searing inching of his cock farther and farther up inside her asshole, the swollen head raping into her guts. Her sphincter muscle spasmed rapidly around the shaft of his cock. "Oh Jesus it's good!" he panted. "Oh it's so damned incredibly good!"
He finally got his cock buried in her ass clear to the hilt where it throbbed with each quick spasming clutch of her sphincter ring, turning him into a wild animal of erotic excitement. "Oh Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" he sang out ecstatically. "It's out of this world!"
Strangely, intermingling with the unbearable pain, Maggie felt a sudden perverse pleasure crawling over her with each asshole splitting drive if his cock. It was an entirely new thrill, totally alien to any sensation she had ever experienced. It was an awe-inspiring mixture of torture pleasure that sent giddy ripples of sensuality rushing through her flesh, turning her on in spite of all the disgusting punishment she'd hated.
Realizing the sudden change in her, Charles bucked his heavy groin more forcefully, slamming his prick in and out harshly. She felt his balls slapping the lower slit of her cunt with each lunge of his sweaty bulk. He got two stubby fingers in her pussy and rubbed her hardened clit. His other hand roughly fondled her breasts and pinched her inflamed nipples. His tongue licked her neck and ear and hairline. She thought she'd go mad with the new sensation. Never in her life had she found herself so wildly turned on. She panted like a horny bitch and heard herself screeching erotic cat-calls of sexual ecstasy.
Oh God I'm going to cum all over the place!
The blinding orgasm she experienced immediately after the thought, racked her body and stunned her brain as thrill after thrill crashed through her. She cried out in the throes of earth-shattering bliss, offered her ass back to the driving prick in shameless response. She felt her cum soaking her pussy and drenching his hand where his fingers still worried her quivering clit. Charles panted and snorted like a running pig, wheezed crazily with every jam of his stone-hard prick up her ass.
She felt her insides flushed with hot waves of his sperm when he orgasmed. Spurt after spurt shot up in her ass, filling her guts. She wriggled her tail closer against him, wanting to squeeze him dry and be done with this abominable experience. She had never dreamed she'd ever do such a detestable thing, much less actually enjoy it.
Charles fell in a relaxed heap on her back, squashing her belly on the couch. He was laying there letting the last of his lust drain out of him. "You've got a tight ass," he said. "Best I ever had."
"Please get up, Charles... you're so heavy... "
"It wasn't so bad, was it?"
"I guess not, now that it's over."
"I'm going to want lots and lots of your ass, baby. You've got a tail that's strictly super."
"Please, Charles. I'm so terribly uncomfortable. I feel squashed to pulp."
"All right." He got off her. "You can use my private head. You'll find whatever you need in there."
Feeling flustered and degraded, she didn't look at him as she hurried toward the door of his private John. The door was cracked. She pushed it open and nearly fainted at what she saw.
"You filthy bitch!" Bobby Chesterfield spat bitterly, his face devoid of color. "And I was dumb enough to think I was in love with you!"
Maggie stared with her mouth open and couldn't utter a sound.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Charles Chesterfield could not conceal his smug smile of accomplishment. "Sorry I had to pull such a rotten trick on you, Maggie baby. But I had to teach this kid of mine some facts of life. When he came home at four this morning I was waiting for him and I raised hell about his staying out so late, demanded to know where he'd been. He flared back that he'd been with you, that he was in love with you and wanted to get married! Imagine that! A horny sixteen-year-old kid hot to marry a thirty-two-year-old chick! I'm surprised at you, Maggie. Robbing the cradle. I figured you were setting him up, hoping to move in on my bankroll. But Bobby wouldn't listen to reason. So I told him I'd prove it to him. I guaranteed him I'd fuck you right here in the office for a price and that he could watch it happen. Looks like my little plot worked magnificently, too, wouldn't you say?"
The initial shock over, Maggie shrugged and flipped her dark hair insolently, determined not to let them get her down. She chased Bobby out of the head, took a shower, straightened herself up with the toiletries Charles undoubtedly kept there for feminine convenience and then marched nakedly out, head high with disdain for both father and son. Her clothes were still scattered about the office.
"If you two gentlemen don't mind, I'll grab my panties and run," she said sarcastically. "A little bird tells me my presence is no longer appreciated here."
Charles Chesterfield guffawed from his seat on the couch. "I'll say one thing for you, Maggie. You're the coolest woman I ever met. Most girls would go into hysterics. Not you! You don't even look ruffled! You're really something."
"Thanks for nothing," Maggie said. Bobby had flung himself in a leather-back office chair, his demeanor that of a whipped dog, his big frame slumped, his eyes downcast. Maggie stood brazenly before him. "You're sitting on my blouse, lover boy. Get off it. I need it."
Bobby raised his head, stared at her nakedness as she hovered above him, hands on hips and impatiently waiting for him to move. "I-I never would have believed it," he said weakly. "What a stupid fool I was... "
"And still are," Maggie added meanly. "Now please get off my blouse. Up, stupid! Uppity uppity up!"
"Hold it just a minute," Charles said. "Bobby do you want to fuck her one more time before she parts company? I mean, now that you've seen the light, know what a slut she really is, maybe you'd feel better if you got your rocks off fucking her a last time." He laughed. "A sort of goodbye fuck. It'll do you good."
Maggie spun around. "You go to hell, you old lecher! I wouldn't let either of you touch me again if my life depended on it! You both make me ill!"
"Tch-tch, Maggie. Aren't you forgetting something? That check I gave you. I could stop payment on it, you know. You want to lose your car and get kicked out of your apartment to boot? You'd better think twice before you leap, sugar. You could be in real trouble."
Maggie started to snap back at him but sudden concern choked down the words. Damn him, he was just bastard enough to stop payment on the check and if he did she would find herself in a terrible position financially. And on top of that she'd have no job. It seemed too much. She hardly knew how to resist anything Charles Chesterfield demanded of her. She needed the money. She had to have it.
She sighed and let the anger drain out of her. "All right, you win. I need the money too badly to fight you."
"That's better," the older man nodded. "I thought you'd see the light. Well, Bobby, do you want to fuck marvelous Maggie or don't you? She's yours for the taking. You want to screw her in the ass like I did? Go ahead, she's got a terrific tail, tight as a bow-string. You ever fucked a girl in the ass? Boy, you don't know what you've been missing! Try it! It'll blow your brain!"
Maggie looked at the boy, her green eyes ridiculing him. She and Bobby knew he wasn't interested in ramming his cock in her tail. He'd rather jam his tongue in her cunt and drink her pussy juices from now until doomsday. That was his kick, whether his old man knew it or not. She felt tempted to tell Charles Chesterfield just what a pussy-eating maniac his precious son was, but, on second thought, she decided not to expose the boy. Outside of a small vindictive satisfaction, there was nothing to be gained.
"I-I don't feel up to it right now," Bobby said weakly. "I'm not in the mood."
"Yeah, well I can understand how you feel, son," his father said sympathetically. "I guess it was quite a shock to you, seeing the girl you thought you were in love with getting fucked in the ass by your old man. Sorry I had to prove my point so harshly, but there wasn't any other way. But now you know and you won't be so easily fooled again. Maggie's a slut. If the price is right she'd fuck an elephant. You've got to learn your women, son. They come in all sizes and most of them will take you to the cleaners if you let 'em. Remember that." He looked at Maggie and smiled. "Am I telling him right, Maggie baby? Am I telling it like it is?"
"If you say so," Maggie shrugged. "Who am I to argue with a brilliant sodomist like yourself?"
Charles laughed loudly. Then he said, "Tell you what, sugar. Since my boy feels so let down by what's happened, why don't we do something to cheer him up some? You're an expert at helping a man's cock get hard and this makes any guy happy, right? So why don't you just work on Bobby's cock a little and snap him out of his dismal mood? I figure that'd be right neighborly of you, since you're the cause of all his misery anyway. Yeah, why don't you do that, Maggie baby? I'd appreciate it, I surely would."
"Kiss my ass and go to hell!" Maggie said. "I'm not about to!"
"Oh, come on, sugar, don't be like that. You're a party pooper. Don't you like money? And don't you like to ball? Hell, here I am offering you a chance to have fun and convince me I shouldn't stop payment on the check and you want to quibble. You disappoint me, Maggie baby. I thought you were a smart chick. Now I wonder." He was obviously making her squirm, knowing he had her over a barrel mentioning money.
She sent him a scathing glance. "You'd actually do that? Go back on your word and cancel the check? You'd really be that mean?"
"Only if you refuse to cooperate, sugar," His grin was smug. "In this old life it's tit for tat, right? You do for me and I'll do for you."
"All right, what do you want me to do to your sweet little boy?"
"Just get his prick hard and let nature take its course," the man said. "You could start by giving him a good, old fashioned blowjob. You do know how to suck on a prick, don't you? Hell, I bet you've blown a thousand cocks in your time."
Maggie looked at Bobby, who was flushed red. She felt like laughing. "Now, that would be an ironic twist of fate."
"What's that supposed to mean?" the father asked, his tone curious.
"Nothing," Maggie said. "Just a gag." She patted Bobby's inflamed cheek, smiled tightly down at him. "It's a private joke between Bobby and me, isn't it, Bobby boy?" Brazenly she bucked her pussy practically against his nose. "Do you want to let your dear daddy in on our little secret, precious?"
"Uh-no!" the boy exclaimed impulsively. He looked like he wished to dig a hole in the floor and dive out of sight.
"Just what in the hell are you two talking about?" Charles demanded. "You're yakking in circles! What the hell is it!"
Maggie ran her slim fingers through Bobby's hair, then gripped it and arched her pussy in his face. "Oh, let's tell him, Bobby. I think he has a right to know, don't you. After all, he is your father. And he's so terribly interested in your welfare."
"Don't... " the boy moaned, his voice miserable. "You know I can't resist... "
"Hey," Charles interrupted worriedly. "Are you trying to make my boy eat your cunt when he doesn't want to? Well, you stop tempting him, Maggie, you hear? Stop grinding your pussy in his face. If he doesn't want it, he doesn't want it and that's that. You blow him instead. I don't want you making any cunt-hound out of my kid. He's too young to know about eating pussy. I don't want him started too early. He might like it too much. At his age you never know what it'll do to a kid. So lay off. I don't want him affected."
Maggie couldn't resist a giggle. She felt Bobby's hot breath warming against the dark curls of her cunt and knew he was on the verge of going to pieces in raging desire to eat the pussy she had taught him to love so desperately. She stroked his ears and scraped her sharp nails along his neck. Bobby's tongue darted into the luxurious forest of pussy hair and licked the warm wet lips of her cunt. Her smile was evil. "That's a good boy," she crooned. "Show Daddy what you really crave."
"Ummm," the boy moaned ecstatically. "Ummm... " His tongue worked faster, making deep licks into her pussy as his passion grew. Maggie looked around at the older man, her expression a vindictive smile of contempt.
"You know, your son is very good at this," she said. "But, then, he should be. He's had lots and lots of practice. I've seen to that personally. Aren't you proud of him, Charles? Doesn't your chest swell with pride?"
"What the hell!" the man jumped up off the couch, his jowls flushed pink. "Is this what you've been doing to my kid all the times he's been up in your apartment? Teaching him to eat pussy? I-I can't believe it!"
"He learned very quickly," Maggie said. "He came by it naturally."
"Why you damn conniving bitch!" Charles Chesterfield roared. "Did you teach him to fuck, too? That I wouldn't care about. But to seduce a kid just to eating cunt and making use of him is something else again. You didn't do that to my boy, did you?" The man shook with anger.
Maggie slung her dark hair, laughed at the shock she saw on the man's face. She hunched into the boy's seeking mouth and probing tongue. "Why should I let him screw me when this is so much more fun? He has a marvelous tongue, Charles. You'd be surprised. It sends me to the skies."
"Damn bitch! I bet anything you made a pussy slave out of my boy!"
"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Maggie giggled back at him. "Every girl should have somebody around dying to lick her pussy. Beats being bored when there's nothing else to do. And your precious son was such a willing student, had such talent, that it seemed a sin to let it go to waste. Oooo," she crooned and rolled her green eyes dreamily. "It's getting to feel good to me now. My, how this boy can eat cunt! He's simply out of this world!"
While the father watched in disbelief, Maggie took perverse delight seducing the son to depravity before the older man's eyes. She realized it might deprive her of the money but she couldn't help that now. Charles, the big executive who thought he was so smart, had it coming to him. She'd show him a thing or two. Vengeance can be awfully sweet sometimes, too sweet to resist no matter how much the cost.
Bobby slid out of the chair to his knees before her, his tongue lashing furiously between the lips of her cunt. She pressed into him further. His hands went around her writhing torso and cupped the firm white cheeks of her satiny buttocks. The hungry tongue licking deeper touched her clitoris and as always when this happened to her, she began to turn on and leap to arousal.
She looked back over her shoulder at Charles and said breathlessly, "I love it this way. Love it, love it, love it! If you could eat pussy like Bobby you'd have it made! You could drive all the girls wild!"
This snapped the man out of his apparent trance. He swore viciously, strode to them and for a minute Maggie thought he was going to hit her with his chubby fist.
"Bobby, stop eating this whore's cunt! Get up off your damn knees! You look like hell slobbering all over yourself over this bitch! Get up, I say! Get up!"
If Bobby heard him, he was too drowned in lust for Maggie's pussy to obey. Maggie undulated her hips sensually while staring insolently at the enraged father.
"I think your precious son is enjoying himself too much to pay attention," Maggie taunted. Then she laughed in the man's face. "And I know I am! Why don't you go away and leave us alone, Charles dear? You're interfering with our lovemaking. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Lovemaking? You call that lovemaking? Forcing my kid to eat your cunt? Damn you-!"
Then he did hit her. He slapped her a stinging open-palmed blow to the side of her face. She landed on the carpet on her side. Bobby never once turned loose of her. He kept his mouth glued to her ebony-haired crotch, his tongue still dancing against her swollen clit. Charles swore, bent and grasped the boy's ankles, began to tug on them. "I'll tear you two apart! I refuse to let this happen!"
He grunted in his efforts to separate them. Bobby's legs were heavy, though, because of the young giant he happened to be and Charles obviously tired quickly. He panted loudly, pulled with all his might but he couldn't drag his pussy-crazed son from Maggie's pubic bush.
Though Maggie's cheek stung painfully, she laughed up at the struggling man. The irony of it all was just too, too divine. She couldn't resist adding to the older man's consternation. She took a fresh grip on Bobby's hair and locked her legs about his head. "Let's have a tug of war," she challenged, feeling the boy's eager tongue sluice deeper inside her cunt, stretch far up in her, bringing her increased excitement. The situation was so ironic she thought she'd come from pure delight. She had been party to some crazy circumstances in her life, but this was the wildest of them all. She made rapid hunches of her pussy against the face buried between her legs.
"What's wrong, Charles dear? Can't tear your little boy loose from my pussy? My, my and I thought you were such a strong man. But ooooo, I'm so glad you can't! His marvelous tongue feels so delicious! I'm about to have an orgasm, I swear I am! Yessir, this is the pussy-eatinest kid I ever met! Gad, what a thrill!"
Charles Chesterfield looked like he was going to have a heart attack watching Bobby root in Maggie's cunt. "Crazy wanton slut!" he swore viciously. "You have made a slave of my boy! You have!"
Maggie giggled, sent the man a mock kiss. "Of course he's my slave and of course I seduced him, addicted him to eating my pussy. And believe it or not, I've got him where he thinks he can't live without it! How do you like that, Charles? And what are you going to do about it?"
"I'll show you what I'm going to do about it! Wait 'til I get my belt! I'll whip the hide off both of you! I'll put an end to this insanity!" He turned and stumbled away, returned with the leather belt he had jerked from his trousers. His eyes were determined as he patted the leather strap against the palm of his hand. "Are you going to stop making my boy eat pussy or not?" he said menacingly. "Answer me!"
"I'm not making him! See?" She released her grip on Bobby's hair and unlocked her legs from his head, lay out flat so that the boy could cease lapping her cunt if he wished. "I'm not holding him! He's doing it all on his own! So don't whip me! Whip him!"
"Son-of-a-bitch, I never saw anything equal to this! And it's your fault just the same!" He swung the belt as though in utter frustration. It landed across her belly, sending a streak of fire through her flesh. Strangely, the pain excited her, added to the delicious sensations the boy's hungry mouth was creating at her cunt. She shrieked and orgasmed in a long shuddering tremble of ecstasy which made her cum run copiously. Bobby lapped up her juicy pussy fluids eagerly, his tongue swiping over her vibrating clit. She'd never felt anything so gloriously overpowering and all she hoped was that it would never end, that the delicious orgasm would last forever.
"Whip me again!" she cried frantically up at the surprised man. "I love it! Whip me again!"
Charles Chesterfield's mouth hung open in utter frustration. "Son-of-a-bitch," was all he could say. "Son-of-a-goddamn-bitch...!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Maggie convulsed time after glorious time as the sweating man wielded the stinging leather belt. She lay on her back with her arms outstretched, her legs spread wide with Bobby trying to get his entire head in her spasming cunt. Each time she felt the painful lash she bucked her buttocks upward and Bobby burrowed deeper, his mouth literally sucking its way inside her, consuming her copious fluids.
The belt bit into her sensitized flesh. She knew it was leaving pink streaks across her belly and her swollen boobs, but she was too turned on to care. Her nipples flared red and firm, like hardened cherries and they stung with horrid pleasure.
Enraged and totally confused, Charles Chesterfield cursed obscenely as he swung the impromptu whip, lashing recklessly clear down her writhing body, then on down Bobby's trembling form. She could feel Bobby's impulsive jerks and starts through her pussy as the boy still wore shirt and trousers, but they were no detriment to suffering beneath the stinging leather. Bobby apparently loved the torture, too, Maggie realized. His tongue jammed deep inside her cunt with each blow he received and his lips sucked furiously. He made grunting whining noises which vibrated inside her, giving her extra thrills. His erratic muffled cries of lust were music to her ears, seeming to radiate sound deliciously throughout her aroused flesh, bringing every nerve into her continuing orgasmic bliss.
Maggie gritted her teeth and screeched in ecstasy through them. Then her ripe red lips parted and she gasped, her tongue circling wantonly. She arched her body and hunched rapidly, fucking Bobby's face uninhibitedly, frantic to grasp all the sensation possible from his wild ravishing mouth.
"Stop eating that bitch, Bobby! Stop it, do you hear me!" The man paused, bent and jerked Bobby's trousers down, baring his big ass. He dragged his son's shorts up to his armpits. "Damn you, I'll whip the hell clear out of you!"
Panting in his efforts, Charles laid the belt across the young giant's ass and back with merciless intent. The boy jumped as each tortuous blow struck. And Maggie got the thrill of an agonized yell exploding in her convulsing cunt. She had never experienced such a kick in her life.
Finally, her climax ran its course. Bobby still clung to her, though. She lay there staring up at the exhausted father. She watched him whipping his son and the sight fascinated her. She laughed out loud. Charles Chesterfield's heavy cheeks were purple with anger. He swore at her mocking laughter. He lashed her harshly across both quivering tits.
"Perverted bitch! Turn my boy loose!" Maggie laughed again. "You've got to be kidding! Me turn him loose? How can I? Your precious offspring has a death grip on me. I'm not holding him-he's holding me!"
"It's still you, though!" the man yelled. "All your doing! You did this to my boy. You enslaved him!"
Maggie giggled. She reached down to stroke the rooting boy's head. "Yes... and he loves my pussy so... look at him, Charles. He's in heaven eating me like this. Why spoil his fun? You're just an old meanie, that's all. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Denying your own son his obvious pleasures. Can't you see he doesn't want to be disturbed? And me? I find his adoration more than a little pleasant, also."
"You've turned my son into an animal!"
"He's my pet. My trained pet. I've taught him to keep my pussy happy and he does it so nicely, so eagerly. I adore him Charles. I really do."
The paunchy man glared at her as though he couldn't believe all this was happening. Then the anger seemed to drain from his expression. His arms and shoulders drooped. He dropped the belt on the floor. "You win," he said. "I'm too exhausted to do anymore. I can't pull him loose and he won't turn loose. What do you want to release him? How much?"
"But I'm not holding him, Charles. Can't you see that?"
"Stop bullshitting, Maggie! You're holding him, all right. The bonds may be invisible, but you've got him tied up tight. I want him free of you, damnit! You've got a price. Everybody has a price. So what's yours? How much do I have to pay you to stay away from my kid? I want to get his mind off you. You've ruined him."
"How much is your son's future sex life worth?" she challenged. "As you can see, all he wants to do is eat pussy, nothing else and that isn't normal. He should want to fuck as well as eat, right?"
"Exactly," the man nodded, frowning. "So what are you leading up to? You've got me over a barrel and you know it. I want to see my boy straightened out. I don't want him spending his life lapping cunts exclusively, as you've apparently taught him to do. I want him normal."
"It's obvious what has to be done, isn't it, Charles? All that's necessary is for me to refuse to see him again. If I did that he'd be okay, he'd straighten himself out. He'd meet girls and get over me entirely, forget I ever existed."
The man blinked in thought. "Yes, I suppose you're right. It makes sense."
"Of course I am. There's no other solution."
"How much, then?" Charles spread his palms. "How much money are you going to take me for? Just to stay away from the kid?
Lying there with the boy rooting her legs, Maggie pursed her lips humorously. "Oh, let me see. How about ten-thousand dollars? And of, of course, I get to keep the check you've already given me. I think that's only fair."
Charles Chesterfield flushed again, then paled and shook his head helplessly. "It's a hell of a price to pay a conniving bitch like you, but I guess I'll have to. I don't know anything else to do. Tell me this, though. How do I know you'll refuse to see him, once you've cashed the checks? You could double-cross me."
"You'll just have to trust me," Maggie said. "You'll have to take my word I won't bother your precious boy again."
"No, I'm not that big a fool. I'll hold back half the ten-thousand, until I'm convinced you're keeping your part of the bargain. Then I'll pay you the other five-thousand. Otherwise, no deal."
"All right," Maggie said. "But if I stay away from Bobby until he falls for some other girl and you try to welch on the money, I'll go after him again. I'll corrupt him right back to eating my cunt. You understand? I mean it, Charles."
"I know," he nodded. "I'll pay, don't worry. Now break it up, you damn money-hungry slut! Make him stop wallowing in your pussy. I can't break him loose. He's too strong and cunt crazy. Make him come up for air."
Maggie smiled and sent a mock kiss. She pushed to a sitting position. "Men are so stupid. They go about everything the wrong way. Watch this, Charles dear. It's much easier than using a whip."
The man stared as she rolled on her side, forcing the boy to roll over with her. She reached for his erect cock, caught its throbbing hardness in her hand. She pumped the prick rapidly. "Come on, precious, let's show daddy how easy it is to get your rocks off and pry you lose."
Bobby groaned ecstatically, began squirming. He drew his legs up, then straightened them. Maggie stroked his prick faster, her grip alternating from light-fingered to tight, then light-fingered again. She laughed when the boy started bucking against her flying hand. He gasped.
"Watch it!" she cried, giggling. "He's going to blast off!"
Bobby's cock suddenly swelled in her hand and the huge head flared, turned purple, shuddered violently and then spurted a stream of white cum halfway across the room. His father had to leap aside to dodge it.
"Son of a bitch!" the man yapped in surprise. "I never saw such a load!"
Maggie's smile became serious. Methodically she pumped the throbbing prick, bringing more spurts. She enjoyed making them come and come. She was fascinated by the sight of her hand relentlessly draining white fluid that she could pump the very life out of the boy if she wished.
Bobby began to relax. As he made a few final lashes in her pussy, she released his cock and shoved his head from between her legs. She quickly gained her feet and stepped away from him. He lay there on the floor moaning low sounds. Maggie looked at the amazed father.
"See how simple that was?" she asked. "Now get busy and write me a new check. Add five-thousand dollars to the amount of the first one. Later, when you're satisfied I've dropped your son completely, you can pay me the balance. That's our deal, okay? I'll have five-thousand more coming."
"Right," the man said glumly. He walked toward his desk, sat and reached for his checkbook.
"There's one more thing, Charles."
The man looked up, frowned. "What now? I figure there had to be a catch."
"How about my job? The money you're giving me won't last forever. A girl has to live, you know. If you're still going to fire me, the agreement is off." Maggie smiled sweetly. "And I'll have to keep Bobby as my personal pet. You do see my point, don't you, precious?"
"Bitch! All right! You can keep your job here at the office, but for God's sake cool it with the other employees. Don't cause any more trouble. I can't afford it." His expression changed. "Maybe it's a good idea, anyhow. I'll be able to keep an eye on you and Bobby, see if you're keeping the agreement-" Maggie looked pouty. "You don't want to be my sugar-daddy? At two thousand a month?"
"No! Definitely not! I hate you're damned guts!"
Maggie laughed. "Yes, darling. And I love you too."
Ten minutes later Maggie walked out of the Executive Office, leaving both father and son in disastrous states of mixed emotions. She felt as though she had devastated them with cyclonic force and she laughed to herself. She paused at the water cooler for a drink. Hilda came up, fingering a strand of blonde hair from her smirking face. "Well, did the Old Man fire you or not?"
Maggie feigned surprise. "Fire me? What on earth are you talking about?"
"Oh? He didn't? I thought-there've been rumors going around... "
"Yes and which you probably started! But fired? Heavens no! As a matter of fact, Mr. Chesterfield just gave me a big bonus, He thinks I've done a magnificent job and he wanted to show his appreciation."
"Bonus! I-can't believe it! You're joking, Maggie. You have to be."
"Speaking of rumors, Hilda darling, I've heard you're a dyed-in-the-wool lesbian. Is it true? But I know it is. I've seen you staring at my body when you thought I wasn't aware. But don't get shook, precious. If you're interested, I'm interested. I like to ball as well as the next girl. I thrive on it. Keep it in mind."
Hilda Roundtree turned several different colors before changing back to normal. She was thirty-two, same age as Maggie and practically the same size and build. She had a lovely face and deep blue eyes. Her demeanor, however, was one of haughty arrogance and she always treated Maggie badly. Maggie disliked her intensely. That's why she couldn't resist tossing the dirty dig at the girl. Gay or not, Hilda was just too big for her britches. It was time somebody brought her down off her high horse. Maggie figured she was just the chick who could do it, too. Hilda had it coming.
"About you and me... getting together... I never dreamed you might like to. I always thought you were so man-crazy"
"Appearances are deceiving sometimes. I'm girl-crazy too. I like them both. I just love to swing, you know? I just naturally love to have my kicks." Maggie stepped closer, patted the blonde's cheek, touched her lips fleetingly.
Instant desire leaped into Hilda's eyes. She made a gasp, started to reach for Maggie, caught herself and glanced around secretively. "When can we see each other?" Her voice had dropped to an excited whisper. "How soon?"
"Oh, no rush, precious. We'll get around to it."
"Tonight!" the blonde hissed. "Let's make it tonight!"
Maggie shook her head. "I'm tied up for tonight. Got a heavy date," she lied, wanting to laugh at the dismay so clearly written on the lesbian's face. "But we'll get together soon, real soon. I promise."
"But now that we-oh, I feel I can't wait! Maggie, can't you break the date? Please! Look, it's so important!"
"So's my date. No, later. I'm sorry."
Maggie turned and walked away, delighted by this new unexpected victory. She could feel the lesbian's disappointed gaze follow her. Hilda was hot as hell for her. Well, good. Very good, Maggie thought smugly. It'd be fun making the girl squirm. It would be more fun than a barrel of monkeys, Maggie almost laughed out loud.
CHAPTER NINE
Maggie's checking account was down to two-dollars and seventy cents when she deposited the money Charles Chesterfield had given her. She immediately wrote checks to cover her back rent and the delinquent car payments, picked up envelopes and stamps in the drugstore down the street and mailed them off. She heaved a heavenly sigh of relief. "Now maybe I can breathe freely for a while," she mused to herself. "I won't be tossed out on my tail and I still have wheels." She laughed. "And money in the bank! I'm rich! Five-thousand beautiful lovely bucks. Who could ask for more!"
Since it was her lunch hour, she returned to the drugstore for a quick sandwich and Coke before going back to the office. She sat perched on a leather-cushioned stool while she munched the chicken-salad sandwich and sipped her drink. Then someone eased onto the stool beside her.
"Hello, Maggie," this someone said and recognition of the voice nearly made her tumble off the stool. She turned quickly to look and caught her breath. It was him. It really was him! Her brother Harry. Sudden happiness flooded over her like ocean waves of bubbling wine.
"Harry!" she cried as they stood and embraced. "Oh... Harry... it's been so long... "
"Yeah, too damn long," her brother nodded against her cheek. "I sure have missed you, hon. I sure as hell have."
"Well, it was your fault, darling. You married Susan and moved away. I thought I'd die. I've never been the same since."
She felt him stiffen. "Unnh, let's not go into that part of it again. We're older now, Maggie. We've both grown up."
She hugged him tightly once more, then released him. "Yes! You're right, of course you are, I'm just being a silly girl." She forced herself to laugh up at him through her happy tears. He smiled back, a bit painfully.
"Finish your lunch. I'll have a cup of coffee."
They sat and talked. He had been by the office looking for her. They'd told him she was at lunch, probably at the drug-store just down the street.
"Susan and I broke up," he told her calmly. "Nothing big, though. Nothing scandalous. We just got bored and decided to call it quits. No kids, thank goodness. Nothing really to keep us together. There always was something lacking between us. I doubt seriously if Susan and I ever were truly in love to begin with, you know? I think we just had hot pants for each other and that soon wore off. Sex can sure as hell get a guy in a lot of trouble." He grinned and shrugged. "Not the end of the world, though, that's for sure."
Maggie marveled at how well he looked. Harry was the typical tall, dark-headed, handsome guy many a maiden has wet her pants dreaming about. He was about ten years older than she was, which made him thirty-two now and if anything, he was even more handsome than ever. Her heart pounded at the nearness of him, as it had done back when she was still in her teens. She had loved him desperately, she remembered and her young life had turned sickeningly bitter when he'd married and moved out of the house they'd both been reared in. Even though she had tried to understand that he was her brother, that it was only natural and normal that he would fall in love and marry, she had felt cruelly deserted, double-crossed, cast aside when he left. Somewhere, deep inside, the bitterness had lingered, festering in a love-hungry void. She realized it was the root of her attitude toward others, her vindictiveness, her need to strike out and destroy. His fault. Harry's fault, whether he knew it or not. "How long will you be in town?" she asked.
"I'm at loose ends right now, hon. The construction job in Baltimore petered out and the union didn't have anything for a first class welder at the moment, so I decided it'd be a good time to fly down here for a visit with my long lost little sister, see if she'd grown up beautiful or ugly." He grinned.
"Well? Which am I?"
"Ugly." He laughed.
"Oh, you!" She slapped his arm and laughed with him. "Tell me this, though. Why didn't you answer my letter? I wrote you a month ago, telling you about my job at Chesterfield Realty and all and you didn't answer. I was getting pretty upset with you, believe me I was."
"I decided to answer in person and here I am. I got off the plane and came straight to find you. I haven't even checked in a hotel yet."
"Ridiculous! You're staying with me. I have a lovely apartment." She put her hand on his arm.
A shadow crossed his face. "I don't know, hon... Maybe it'd be better if I... "
"No, I won't hear of it, Harry. Listen, I get off at five. There'll still be plenty of time for a swim! My place overlooks the ocean. We'll lie on the beach and talk. It'll be just like old times!"
Harry looked at his hands. "Well... if you insist... " Maggie knew exactly what was bothering him and it was bothering her, too, only in a different way. He was hesitant about being alone with her, she realized. He was afraid the past might catch up with them, renew the incestuous wildness of their earlier days gone by, when they had fucked and fucked and fucked and she had been so crazily, so unnaturally in love with him. He had always been so ashamed of the things they did. She hadn't, though. She had thrilled through each and every delirious moment, had hoped their togetherness would never end.
Looking back, she remembered how jealous she was when Harry started dating Susan, said he intended to marry her.
"But you can't possibly love her, Harry!" Maggie had raged. "You love me-it's sick, it's perverted. A guy has to get married someday! And I love Susan, I do! She's a wonderful girl."
"You love me more, though! I know you do!"
"It's not the same kind of love, Maggie. Look, please-you've got to help me! Don't come in my room anymore-leave me alone for God's sake! My conscience is killing me!"
She refused to leave him alone, though. She couldn't and she wouldn't. She slipped in his bed at every opportunity and he couldn't resist her no matter how hard he tried.
She remembered the first time he'd fucked her, just after her fifteenth birthday. She had come home from school that Wednesday afternoon bored and restless. All her friends seemed such children suddenly, so naive and innocent it was pitiful. She'd reached the age when sex was the primary occupation of her brain. She'd read all the manuals she could find on the subject and both her mind and fresh young body were determined to get fucked. Just the sound of the wicked word itself excited her. "Fuck," she whispered to herself over and over. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... Oh, I'm so horny I could die! If I just knew one boy who had sense enough... " She climbed the stairs of the big old wood-framed house she lived in with her mother and brother Harry and headed down the hall toward her room. Her father had run off with another woman years ago. She couldn't even remember him. Her mother and Harry both worked, so the house was deserted when she arrived from school each day.
The hall led past Harry's room. She glanced in as she walked by and was surprised to see him lying on his bed, his head propped on a bunched-up pillow. He was staring at the ceiling and smoking a cigarette. She paused and entered his room. He had removed his work shoes and they were beside the bed where he had dropped them.
"What are you doing home this early?" she asked, putting her books on the table. She sat on the edge of the bed. "Did you get fired or something?"
Harry shook his head. "A load of pipe didn't show up on time and there was nothing to weld. The foreman knocked me off till tomorrow. How'd it go in school today?"
She shrugged. "As usual. Boring."
"I'd think life would be interesting for you at school, hon," he grinned. "I figure every boy around is chasing after you. You've got to be the prettiest chick there."
"All the boys I know are stupid! They can't talk about anything but baseball. They don't know the first thing about sex."
"Oh? And you do?" Harry squinted at her suspiciously.
"I'm fifteen!" she defended, blushing. "Plenty girls get married at fifteen."
He thought about it a moment. "Yes, I suppose you're right. It's just hard for me to realize you've grown up."
"Well, I have!" She stood and posed with hand on hips to show off her figure. "Don't I look like a woman!" She arched and pushed out her firm young bosom. "Do these look like the boobs of a baby?"
She was pleased that a small gasp escaped him. He blinked and swallowed. "Now that you mention it, they sure don't. I didn't even know you wore a bra."
"I don't. I don't have to. Here, I'll prove it!" She unbuttoned the front of her blouse quickly, bared her nearly full formed breasts before he could object. "See? See how big and firm I am? They may get a little larger, but not much."
"Maggie! You shouldn't be so-so impulsive about showing yourself off! Don't you have any modesty?"
"Do I have pretty tits or don't I?" she demanded.
He flushed and nodded. "Yes, damnit, you have beautiful tits. But that's not the point. The point is, you ought not to be so brazen with them. After all... "
"You're my brother, though. I don't mind you seeing me. It's not like you're an outsider."
Harry looked uncomfortable. "Still and all, there comes a time... " He lost his voice momentarily, swallowed and then continued, "... when you shouldn't even be showing yourself off to me."
"Why not?" She stepped closer to him.
"Well... well, just because!"
"Does seeing my tits make you horny?"
"Maggie! Where'd you learn such language! You-you sound like a slut!"
She laughed. "Oh, Harry, come off it, will you? I told you! I'm not a baby any longer. So stop thinking of me as one. You think I don't know what it's all about? Well, you're sadly mistaken. I know the meaning of the word fuck as good as anybody. At school it's a household word, even."
Harry shook his dark head unbelievingly. "Have you ever been... been... "
"Fucked? No, darnit, I haven't. I never met a boy I liked well enough to let break me in. Or if I liked one, he didn't have sense enough to do it. So I'm still a stupid virgin. I don't want to be a virgin, but I am. Isn't that crazy?"
"No, no it isn't. I think it's very commendable. I doubt if there's many fifteen-year-old virgins around these days. You should be proud of yourself."
"Well I'm not! I feel I'm missing out on so much fun! So much pleasure! The few girls I know who put out all have a ball! They run around with older boys and men who know what it's all about. They... fuck every chance they get."
Harry smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry, you've plenty of time. You're still very, very young. You can afford to wait."
"But I don't want to wait! Maybe I'm just overly passionate, but I want to fuck!
Harry-I want to get fucked!" She flushed to the roots. The words had just popped out unexpectedly. Harry looked alarmed. "Jesus Christ, Maggie, don't look at me! I can't help how you feel! And I sure as hell can't be the one to break you in-not my own sister!"
"Why not? Jenny Williams and her brother fuck all the time. She told me so herself. So why can't we?" Harry's jaw fell open. "Maggie! Do you have any idea of what you're saying? Suppose you got knocked up. By me! That'd be a hell of a note."
"I take the pill. I've been taking it for months. I knew I'd fuck somebody soon. I wanted to be safe."
Harry stared at her as though seeing her for the first time in his life. She knew she looked good in her tight blue jeans and white opened blouse and she recognized the quick flash of excitement in his eyes and the sudden swell of the bulge in his pants. So he was interested! He was!
Encouraged, she perched on the bed beside him, the front of her blouse spreading, her breasts showing themselves as she moved. "Harry, let's play around some. Mom won't be home for a couple hours yet. Please, Harry! I want to do it! I'm burning up I want to do it so bad!"
"You're crazy!" Harry yelped. "You've got to be out of your mind! Get away from me, Maggie!"
"But you want to, I know you do, darling. I can tell, I can see the bulge in your pants. Oh, Harry, come on, let's just fool around some. Let's experiment! We don't have to actually fuck if you don't want to. We could just play with each other. What's so wrong with that?"
She reached and grabbed the long hard swell in his pants, felt it give a surge through the material. Harry jumped, put his hands over hers as though to shove it away, but she tightened her grip slightly. Harry seemed to be fighting with himself. He moaned. "God... oh god what am I doing?"
"Kiss me, Harry. Give me a real man-woman kiss. Not like those silly kids I know do. Please, darling. Please."
Harry trembled uncontrollably. "This is insane, Maggie. We shouldn't-it can get completely out of hand. And it's so-so wrong! Don't you realize that?"
"I don't care if it is! I want to make love! I want us to make love! Kiss me, Harry. Kiss me right!"
She pressed her lips to his. His mouth was ungiving. She squirmed her lips harder, pressing her tongue. She moved her fingers on his swollen cock, felt it surge and throb. He moaned again, a helpless sound and his lips slowly parted. "Ummm," she breathed as their lips meshed in a warm moist kiss. "Ummm... ummm." Harry settled back down on the bed, their lips clinging. She scooted on top of him, her hand still holding his hard prick beneath her groin. Gradually, Harry's strong arms went around her. His tongue found hers, their lips spread and their tongues worked softly and wetly together.
Harry tore his mouth from hers. "Maggie, for God's sake, we've got to stop this insanity! We've got to!"
"Oh, I love you so much! Harry, please! Don't you want to love me? Don't you really?"
"Yes! But it's not right! We're brother and sister! It's sinful! It's such a terrible sin!" He forced himself to a sitting position. "I'm not going to screw my own little sister and that's all there is to it! I'm not that sick in the head. Mom would never forgive me if she ever found out."
"She'll never know! Who's going to tell her?"
"Turn my cock loose, Maggie. And please just get the hell out of here. I mean it!"
Maggie felt incredibly dismayed. She loved the delicious kisses and sighs they'd just experienced. She loved the feel of his cock throbbing in her hand through his pants. She felt she'd die if it all stopped now. She decided on a new tack. "We haven't done anything, though, darling. Not anything really wrong. Kissing between brother and sister is no sin. And just feeling each other isn't, either. We don't have to fuck. We can simply play at making love. Let's just do that. I want to, darling. I want to so terribly."
"I don't know... I just don't know... "
"Kiss my tits, Harry. I never had a boy kiss my tits. Jenny said I didn't know what I was missing. You said yourself my boobs were beautiful. Don't you want to?" She pulled her blouse open to tempt him. "Harry... please... " He blinked, his dark eyes still hot. "All right... but we're not going to fuck, you hear? Get that idea completely out of your mind."
She put her free hand on his face. "No, we're just going to mess around and play... nothing else." She lay down on her back. Harry stared at her fresh young boobs with the pink nipples hardened with excitement. He suddenly swore under his breath and lowered his mouth to one tender inviting mound of cup-shaped flesh.
Maggie thrilled as his lips covered her boob. She put her hand on the nape of his neck, noting how hot it was there and pulled his head closer. His tongue worried her nipple. She felt it leap and throb, causing her to gasp. Oh, Jenny was so right! This was marvelous, so stimulating and exciting she could hardly stand it. Harry sucked the boob as far as he could inside his mouth. He moaned and gasped. He moved to the other tit, licked the nipple until it flared to bursting, then tried to swallow the whole tit as he had the other. Maggie felt the thrills rippling through her young body, tingling clear down in her virginal cunt, turning her on like crazy. She squirmed her hips. The jeans were tight in her crotch, rubbing her wet pussy lips and her heart pounded in sensual delirium. "Oh, Harry," she crooned. "Oh, darling... " His cock grew even larger in her hand. She felt a sudden overpowering need to feel his big cock in the bare flesh, to experience the wild throb of it against her slim fingers and soft palm. To examine it with her fingertips, explore the quivering head and even look at it. Jenny Williams said cocks were beautiful when they were hard. Maggie made up her mind she would see for herself.
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh, Maggie, don't!" Harry almost sobbed as she found his zipper and worked it down, ran her fingers inside and quickly wrapped them around his big thick prick. The naked feel of the smooth muscled shaft palpitating in her light grip nearly made her swoon. She moved her hand tentatively along the shaft, closed her fingers about the huge flared head.
"It's so large!" she whispered excitedly. "Harry, I never dreamed it was so big!"
Harry writhed and squirmed. "Oh, if only you knew what this is doing to me... Maggie... for God's sake... " He slumped on his back and began to breathe rapidly. "I can't stand it... it just feels so goddamned good!"
She raised up one arm. "I want to see it, darling. I've never seen a man's hard cock."
"Oh, Jesus... Oh, Christ... I haven't got the guts to stop you. You're driving me nuts!"
She freed his cock from his trousers. It flopped back against his stomach, the sight of it making her catch her breath. It was a live, quivering, monstrous, straining prick and it was beautiful. She had heard a man's hard cock was ugly, but Harry's certainly wasn't.
Gingerly she drifted her fingertips along its smooth underside, feeling it make impulsive jerks as her fingers traveled clear up to the huge mushroomed head. The head was purplish with hot blood and velvety smooth to the touch. She soothed it and petted it, watched it strain, rise and fall. Harry made little movements with his legs as he groaned beneath the sensation of her examining fingers. His fists balled and unclenched, then balled again. He looked like a man in total agony.
She wrapped her fingers lightly around Harry's gorgeous prick and stroked up and down, watching intently, noting how the head swelled and flared, how it made Harry moan and writhe and tremble all over. "Oooooo," he kept moaning. "Oooooo." He sounded breathless.
"Does it really feel all that good, darling?" she asked.
"Yes! Oh God, yes! Take it easy! If you don't watch it you'll make me come! I can't take it!"
His face twisted in ecstatic misery and his teeth were bared. The sight of the effect she had on him fascinated her as she slowly pumped her hand up and down his cock. She could feel the muscles of it leaping beneath the smooth skin. The skin moved tightly, yet easily and the entire shaft surged in size with each stroke.
She slid her fingers down the trembling prick to his balls. She wanted to see them, too. She cupped them and eased them between the fly of his trousers. They were drawn up, yet soft and pliable in her hand. She fondled his sac gingerly, feeling the nuts rubbing together inside the crinkly bag. Harry began pumping his hips spasmodically, his moans tinged with sobs. Maggie stared at the trembling prick and balls in total fascination, relishing the sight of the entire male organ in full arousal. It both thrilled and frightened her. How would it be, she wondered, to feel such a throbbing cock ripping through her tender hymen, tearing her flesh as it plunged into her virgin depths? The thought made her wince, yet the idea of the first pain which every girl must eventually suffer enthralled her. She wanted it. She wanted it now!
Jenny had told her it drove a man mad when a girl kissed his cock. Maybe if she kissed Harry's he'd give up and fuck her. She wanted to kiss it anyway, it was so big and beautiful. She grasped the shaft again lightly and bent her head slowly forward, wetting her lips with her tongue.
"I want to kiss it, darling," she whispered hissingly. "Can I? Can I?"
"Yes! Oh Christ, yes!"
She pumped his cock slowly, rhythmically, as she brought her lips closer to the trembling prick. She paused and moistened her lips with her tongue. A musky aroma tantalized her nostrils, exciting her. She pressed her lips to the flared head, kissed it lightly. The velvety knob was so silky firm! The entire cock jerked in her hand and against her lips as she kept kissing it.
"Ahhhhh... " Harry wailed. "Ahhhh... Oh Jesus... Oh God... " His entire body shook.
Maggie licked the lovely prick-head with her soft wet tongue. The flanges mushroomed and quivered. The taste was mildly stringent, terribly delicious. She parted her warm lips over the bulging cock-head, sucked it softly into her mouth. Harry writhed and issued another agonized sob.
She moved her hand to the base of Harry's cock and took more of it in her mouth, felt the throbs against her tongue and top of her mouth. It felt so hot and hard!
She breathed deeply through her nostrils as she sucked the trembling cock as far as she could inside her throat, her tongue washing the velvet knob and muscled shaft.
"I'm going to come!" Harry yelped frantically. "You're going to make me come!"
His rough hands flew down, grasped her hair and jerked her head up. The cock was snatched from her mouth with a wet pop of her lips. "Stop it, Maggie! I don't want to shoot off in your mouth! What are you doing to me!"
Maggie felt so hot and passionate she thought she'd die. She threw herself on top of Harry, hunched her hips against the prick that was squashed beneath her pubic area, trying to feel it through her jeans.
"Break me in, Harry!" she begged. "Fuck me! Please, oh, please fuck me!" Harry's breath had turned ragged. His eyes were hot and bulgy. "No, I can't, I just can't! Don't you understand? You're my baby sister, Maggie! It's so insane, so sinful, so horribly wrong for a brother to fuck his own little sister. I just can't!"
"Don't you want to fuck me, darling?"
"Yes! You don't know how badly! Jesus, I'm busting a gut right now to fuck you! But-oh God, I feel so guilty already! Maggie, get off me-go away and leave me alone! Please, before I lose my head again. You've got to leave me alone!"
"Let's get naked and just rub our bodies together, then," she pleaded. "You don't have to put it in. I want to feel it against me. We can hug and kiss and rub and not do anything more, than that. It can't hurt to just do it that way. It's not like you'd be actually fucking me. Just make-believe fucking, nothing else. Please, darling! Let's take off our clothes."
"I'm afraid to! I'm afraid I wouldn't have willpower enough to stop!"
"I'll stop us both! I promise, Harry! Trust me!"
"God, I don't know what to do... " She got up on her knees, unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers and shorts down with one quick movement. Then she unbuttoned her jean's and hurriedly pushed them off her legs and feet along with her panties. She wriggled out of her blouse. She turned back to Harry. His eyes were blazing, burning on her firm young tits and body.
She unbuttoned his shirt and made him sit up while she removed it, hastily whipping if off his shoulders and arms before he could change his mind. "You're muscular," she said. "You look so strong... "
"We're just going to hug and kiss and feel, that's all."
She shoved him back down and climbed on top of him, straddling him with her legs, sitting up with her pussy squashing his cock against his belly. She could feel the long lump of it between her pussy lips, slick with the juices of her cunt. "It feels so wonderful!" she panted, wriggling back and forth along the shaft of his throbbing cock, the sensation starting a new fire in her pussy that radiated clear up through her excited young flesh.
Sitting up like this, she threw her head back, cupped her tits in her hands and squeezed the resilient flesh, dug her fingertips against the hard pink nipples, pinched and roughened them. "Oh, Harry, I'm so hot! Oooooo."
She lay down on top of him, squashing her aroused nipples against his hairy chest, rubbing them excitedly in the rough mat. She clawed his sides and squirmed her ass. The underside of his prick felt marvelous against her pearl-hard clit. She gasped wantonly at the effect. She thought it would have to be pure heaven to have that big cock plunging in and out of her tight cunt, even on top of the hurt. She felt herself beginning to sweat as her imagination ran amuck. He's got to fuck me! He's got to!
She scooted up his hot body another inch to where the head of his cock touched her clit. Gasping, she kissed his panting mouth and licked his lips. Harry was beside himself with passion. His eyes looked smoky hot and confused. He struggled against kissing her back, then gave up. His arms went around her, held her tightly. His mouth crushed hers so roughly that she tasted blood.
"I can't help myself!" he suddenly growled. "I've got to have it! I don't give a damn if you are my sister!"
He rolled quickly, heavily on top of her, his weight bearing her down. Her heart pounded. Her tongue licked his parted gasping mouth wildly. "Fuck me, Harry! Darling, I want it so bad! Break me in! Break my cherry. I want you to. I want it to happen!"
"It'll hurt. It'll hurt like hell!" His breath whistled through his nostrils and she could hear the thumping of his heart inside his ribcage. Her ass bucked under him in runaway eagerness to feel his hard cock spearing her, splitting her cunt lips and driving deep inside her. She felt she couldn't wait. Her hands clung to his strong body, clawing, pulling at him in silent gestures to fuck her.
"Try not to scream, hon... " Harry ground his knees between her thighs, moved his hips until the knob of his cock was sliding between her wet pussy lips. Gradually he forced the huge head deeper inside her pussy lips. She started to hurt down there and she felt a brief moment of panic.
"Wait a minute, darling!" she hissed scaredly. "It hurts so! It-oh! Oh nooooo... " She struggled suddenly, impulsively against him. He held her tightly though and she felt helpless. His prick kept pushing, slowly, relentlessly and she felt her membrane tear and the sensation of a hot stinging pole plunging through and ripping her flesh to shreds.
Maggie screamed a horrid shriek, then caught her breath and held it against the excruciating pain, afraid to breathe. Harry forced it all the way in and then paused, gasping and grunting. "Can you stand it? Oh Jesus, it's so goddamned good!"
"It hurts, Harry. It feels like a hot poker. But it's in now, isn't it? All the way? It won't get any worse, will it?" She could hear her own voice trembling.
"No, the bad part is over."
"Be still like this a minute," she pleaded, "until I get used to it. Until some of the hurt starts going away."
"You want me to stop? You want me to let you up?"
"No!"
"Thank God! It's so good I'd die if I had to stop now."
"The pain is beginning to ease. Do you like me, Harry? Do I feel good to you?"
"You're pure heaven, hon. So tight. Ummmmm. So sweet and tight and hot inside."
Nearly all the pain went away and her excitement returned. She felt filled with hard throbbing cock. It stretched her insides. She somehow felt weak and helpless, the female in total surrender to overpowering force. She was a woman at last, she thought. She was actually being fucked. She was being fucked!
Gently, Harry moved his hips, pumping his cock up and down in slow, careful motions. "Still hurt?" he asked.
"No... hardly any at all."
He kissed her throat, eased his cock deeper. Her excitement climbed. She bit his shoulder hard, having the wild urge to bite. "Ouch! You hot little bitch!"
"I love it, Harry! I love you!"
"You were just born to fuck, Maggie. You're a sex-crazed little mink."
"Yes! Yes!"
"Well I'm going to fuck you till your eyes pop out!"
"Yes, do it, darling! Fuck me good and hard! I love it, love it, love it!"
She undulated her ass, causing his prick to work in and out and she found the pleasure sensational. Her entire young body twitched with electrified bliss. New thrills originated with each movement of her cock-packed body.
Harry couldn't resist any longer. He started fucking her hard, gasping and grunting, lunging, plunging his cock in wild abandonment. His belly slapped against hers. She felt the slickness of his spearing cock in her cunt. She felt ecstasy as his prick raked her clit. "Fuck me, Harry! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhh... God... " Moaning and growling, Harry fucked like a wild bull. He grasped her ass-cheeks, his strong fingers biting into the young flesh cruelly. He lifted her ass slightly and rammed his cock in and out roughly, making erotic squishy-squashy noises of lust. They were both drenched in sweat now. Harry bit her lips and face and neck. Thunderous excitement dazzled her. "Ohhhooooo," she whimpered. "Ohhhh... " She couldn't bear the pleasure. She whipped her head from side to side in joyous bewilderment, her heart racing, her body bucking and squirming. She clawed his back and flanks and heard her own breath whistling from her lungs.
Total ecstasy overwhelmed her as she came. "Harry... ! Oh God, Harry...!" Her eyes rolled back in her head while the incredible sensation flooded every pore and nerve in her. "I'm cumming... I'm cumming!"
"Maggie...!" The tone of his voice told her he was cumming, too. Her cunt convulsed tightly around his big stone-hard cock, pulling at it, sucking at it, making sloppy suctioning noises. He whimpered and grunted and fucked harder and harder. With her legs spread wide, she fucked her hips back against him, meeting each quick stroke, stroke for stroke. She panted, gasped, felt drenched in sweat as their slick bodies fucked with carnal determination.
The cock exploded inside her and Harry squealed agonized bliss. She felt his hot juices filling her. She kept her tight young cunt sucking at the enlarged cock-head, her ass rising and falling, until he screamed and rolled off her.
He lay panting a long moment. She turned on her side, brushed his ear with her lips. "Was I good, darling? Did you like me?"
"I never had such a fuck in my life," he said hoarsely. "I thought for a minute I was dying... "
"Just think, Harry, we can do it all the time from now on. I can come in your room nights after Mom's asleep and we can fuck, fuck, fuck. We'll have such wonderful times!"
She felt him tense. "No, Maggie, we can't, either."
"Why not?"
"We just can't, that's all. It's too wrong. Look, I've got a conscience even if you haven't. I already feel like the champion heel of the universe, fucking my own younger sister. I must be crazy doing such a thing. It-it's a terrible thing for me to do! Don't you understand? It's incest! It isn't supposed to be done! It's the worst kind of sin!"
"I don't care if it is," Maggie objected. "I love you and you love me! And we love to fuck each other! And love is supposed to make anything all right."
"You're just too damn young to know right from wrong," he said. "You have no idea of the magnitude of the awful, terrible thing we've done."
"I don't think it's terrible, I think it's magnificent. And I want to fuck you every chance we get."
"No. And that's final. It's over. Done with."
"Harry... I love you... " She began to cry.
"Get dressed and leave me alone. I mean it, Maggie! Just get the hell out of here and stay out!"
Deciding this was not the time to argue the point further, she put on her jeans and blouse and went to her room. He'd be horny again tonight, she figured. And if she went to his room and climbed in bed naked with him, he'd soon get just as hot as today and he'd fuck her. He couldn't resist it. She just knew he couldn't! No way. No way at all.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The memories of how it used to be between her and Harry left her heart palpitating as they walked out of the drugstore. She handed him the key to her apartment, told him how to get there. "I'll come straight home from work, darling," she said, squeezing his hand. "We'll go down on the beach and talk some more. The sun won't be so hot then."
He pecked her on the cheek and left her. She watched him go and all the love she had ever felt for him welled up in her again and now that he was here, back in town, she sensed everything was going to be all right once more, like in the past. He was terribly inhibited where she was concerned, she realized, but she would overcome that. She always had. When they were younger he used to plead with her to stop tempting him to fuck her, stop jumping in bed with him, that he didn't have strength enough to control his cravings for her young body. She hadn't listened to him, though and getting his prick hard and wanting her was the easiest thing in the world to do and they'd end up fucking wildly all night long like two crazy sex-hungry animals. She realized, too, that the only reason Harry married Susan and took a job out of town was to escape her and the misery of his own guilt. Maggie had hated him for doing it. She'd felt bitter at the world ever since. But now it was over. Now everything was going to be okay.
She returned to the office and went dutifully about her work. There was a lot of typing to finish to get the real estate contracts done by quitting time. She wondered why she bothered about it, though. Nobody was going to fire her, not in this new situation involving Mr. Chesterfield and his pussy-eating son. They had an agreement, she and the boss did. Yet, strangely, she felt a responsibility to do her job. She really didn't understand why. So she kept typing. She wondered if, subconsciously it had anything to do with secret guilt feelings of her own. She shrugged and cast the idea aside as ridiculous.
At five o'clock she tossed the last contract in the wire basket, gathered her things, walked hurriedly out to the parking lot and found Bobby Chesterfield standing beside her car waiting for her.
"What do you want?" she demanded testily. "I forgive you, Maggie." He looked nervous.
She raised her brows. "Forgive me? Forgive me for what?"
"For doing the things you did with dad while I was hidden in his bathroom, watching. I was shocked, but I'm over it now. I'm willing to forget it altogether."
"Oh, that!" She laughed drily, then said, "Look, buster, if you're hinting that you want to see me again, it'll never happen. You heard the bargain I made with your father. It's worth five-thousand dollars to me to keep my distance from you. So you just stay away, understand. Go find yourself another girl. You and I are finished, period. I don't want you seen within ten miles of me."
"I don't want another girl. I just want you. I-I still love you, Maggie. I can't get you out of my system. I don't care what Dad says about you. I love you!"
"That's your tough luck, sonny." She pushed by him and got in the MG, started the engine. He ran around to the other car door.
"Let me go with you, Maggie! I have to talk to you!"
"Get lost, stupid-" She backed the car quickly out of the slip before he could open the door, changed gears and made the tires spin taking off and leaving him. Damn pussy-crazed lunatic, she thought angrily. She was going to have more trouble with that teenager. She could see it coming. If he cost her the five-thousand beautiful bucks his dad had promised, she'd die. She wished she knew some sexy chick she could throw on him, take his mind off her and get him off her back. That'd be the answer, if only she could arrange it.
She pushed Bobby Chesterfield out of her thoughts and drove home to her beach-front apartment building. Harry was waiting there for her. He had already donned his swim trunks and was having a drink. "I made myself at home, hon," he laughed. "But I'm dying to hit the water. Jump into your bikini. I'll fix you a drink while you change."
"Good. I'll hurry and be with you in a minute."
They carried a beach blanket, cigarettes and a thermos of iced bourbon and ginger ale down on the beach. The ocean was flat in the late afternoon calm and sun had lost its glaring heat.
They spread the blanket on the warm sand, then Harry looked at her and said, "Race you into the water. Last one in is a rotten egg!"
Laughing like children, they ran, their toes making squish-squash noises digging in the sand. Harry won, plunging over a small ripple and beginning to swim. "Come on, slow-poke!" he called back to Maggie. "Don't take all day!"
Maggie plunged in after him. "I'm going to duck you good, darn you! You were supposed to let me win. You used to, when we were kids."
They had fun chasing each other in the water, ducking one another and then having a water battle. All of a sudden, though, something happened. In the chest-high water he held her in a floating position, one arm under her back, the other arm crooked under her shining knees. She felt the abrupt change in him. He stared at her elongated nakedness mere inches before his face and his expression had altered from happiness to pain.
"Maggie... you're so beautiful! So goddamn beautiful!"
His words made her heart leap. "So are you, darling. Oh, I love you, Harry! I've missed you so terribly!"
"I wish-I just wish-"
"Kiss me, Harry. Kiss me now." She ran her hands up to cup his face. "Make love to me darling. Please!"
He bent his mouth to hers. She parted her lips and their mouths blended in a delirious kiss, enhanced by the salty flavor of sea water and the magic closeness of their wet, slick bodies. Her tongue found his and their tongues made love, first in his mouth and then inside hers. Maggie thought she would swoon with happiness. Harry was not going to be difficult. He still loved her and desired her sexually, just as he had before he'd gone out of her life those awful years ago.
Harry broke the kiss and swept his lips down her throat, down to the luscious boobs protected by the bikini top.
"Oh, darling," she cooed as her blood turned to fire. "It's been so long... " He sucked her nipples through the filmy nylon patches, causing them to leap erect. He groaned and kissed a path to her naked belly. She arched, offering her body to his panting lips.
"You taste electric! Maggie! There was never another girl in the world like you! You tear me to pieces!" His kisses swept her thighs and she could feel the heat of his hunger. His mouth came back to burrow at her bikini-covered pussy. He moaned a suffering sound. She felt her pussy swelling, puckering to be kissed.
"Wait a minute-" She found the bikini strings at her hips and pulled them halfway down her legs, then arched again. "Kiss me, Harry! Oh, darling, kiss me... " He buried his face in the glistening dark forest of her cunt. She felt his tongue licking, then slicing between her pussy lips. She arched even more, her body shaking with excitement. They were faced away from the beach. If anyone happened to be watching, they couldn't really tell what was going on between them. It was almost dusk anyway, soon would be dark.
The tip of Harry's tongue found her clit and worried it, driving her insane, She squirmed and writhed helplessly in his arms, her ass beginning to buck up and down. Then she gasped, "Fuck me, Harry! Like we used to do it in the water. Fuck me! Oh, I can't wait!"
Wildly she struggled to an upright position, crushed her body against his, ground her hips at his groin. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his mouth, bit at his lips in her eagerness to be fucked.
"Damn!" Harry swore. "I might have known this would happen! Why in the hell can't I resist you? Why do you run me out of my mind?"
"I'm so horny I could explode, Harry! Fuck me-you've got to!"
Maggie wriggled the bikini off her legs, ran an arm through it so it couldn't float away. Then she reached down to shove Harry's swim trunks off his hips, below his cock. He yelped as his bunched up prick sprang free, stood out straight and stone hard. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, felt it pulsating in her hand. She ducked and holding her breath, yanked his trunks down and he stepped out of them. She ran them over her arm also. On the way up, being an expert water nymph that she was, she took the head of Harry's rigid prick in her mouth, gave it a couple of sucks that made his knees buckle momentarily, then surfaced. She caught her breath.
Harry's eyes were smoky with lust, his mouth open and gasping. She interlocked her fingers behind his neck, scissored her legs about him, wriggled her ass and cunt all over his trembling cock, the feel of it exciting her beyond belief.
Harry punched his cock impulsively. It slipped against her cool slick-wet fleshy ass-cheeks and along the tender crevice between them, sensitizing her brain to mush.
"Ooooo... Harry... darling... " She leaned back the length of her arms, her fingers still interlaced behind his neck and bucked her ass wantonly. "Put it in me! Fuck me! Fuck me before I die!"
"Jesus!" Harry croaked. He gripped the cheeks of her ass in both hands, guided them, spread them, his fingers biting into the resilient flesh. He got his cock-head between her pussy lips. They were both shaking with breathless passion. She felt the huge knob make fast jerky stabs working its delirious way inside her cunt, the soft muscles of her vagina spasming around his hard prick as it jabbed deeper and deeper. "It's heaven!" Harry gasped. "Pure heaven!"
His cock began ramming in and out more smoothly now and each stroke shot ecstasy through her in blinding waves. The mushroomed head flared inside her sucky vagina in giddy plungings and the muscled shaft rubbed against her clit, sending electric thrills crackling through each nerve and cell of her glistening body.
"I'm going to cum!" he gasped. "I can't stand it; I'm going to cum!"
"No! Wait!"
"I can't! It's started and I can't stop it! Oh God-Oh God!"
Suddenly his prick was tearing in and out of her in short harsh plunges as his hips bucked wildly. She got her ankles crossed behind him, let her head fall back and using the leverage of her hands behind his neck, pumped her ass against his jamming cock, meeting stroke for frantic stroke.
"Give it to me, darling! Fuck me crazy!"
She felt the explosion flood the inner linings of her cunt, felt the warm juices churning as they continued filling her. The sensation triggered her own orgasm. Her vagina muscles pulsated about his squirting shaft as she kept grinding her ass, sucking his cock with her grasping cunt. "I'm cumming... I'm cumming... " she wailed.
Her entire body quaked and shook as the brain-reeling orgasm surged through her flesh, beginning at her toes and whipping deliriously to the top of her head. Her mouth hung open, her green eyes rolled back with lust. Her heart felt as though pounding its way out of her. She made cat-calls of erotic delirium.
Like this, they fucked until there was nothing left.
They got back into their swim garments and returned to shore. They lay spent and happy on the beach blanket, smoking cigarettes and taking sips of bourbon and ginger ale from the iced thermos. A small breeze fanned off of the ocean. The sun had disappeared below the ocean's horizon and the world of sea and sand was misty dark. Maggie felt sublimely happy.
"You know, it's all so damnably ironic," Harry said.
"What is?" Maggie asked.
"How right those psychiatrists can be."
"Psychiatrist? What on earth are you talking about?"
Harry issued a short, bitter laugh. "I'm afraid I have an admission to make, hon. You'll find it very, very funny."
Curious, Maggie rose on one elbow to look at him. "Tell me. I don't understand."
"Out there in the water just now-it's the first time I've been capable of making love since I don't remember when. To tell the truth, it's the real reason Susan and I broke up. I got to where I couldn't make it with her, or any other girl for that matter."
Maggie frowned. "Why not? I can't imagine-"
"I went to a psychiatrist, finally. After probing relentlessly into my past, he came up with the answer. He said guilt at screwing my own sister was making me impotent. My subconscious was doing the dirty work, gradually but surely, he insisted. It was a hard diagnosis to swallow, but I know now he hit the nail on the head. He suggested I see you again, talk it all out with you, talk out the guilt and clear the air of the past. He said he was positive it would help me, even if it didn't cure me completely."
"This is incredible!" Maggie said. "I can't believe it."
"The instant I saw you in the drugstore today I knew the doctor was right. My cock got hard immediately. I wanted to fuck you right then and there." He gave another bitter laugh. "The doctor said I might have such a response. The guy sure knows his business, I'll say that for him."
Maggie felt hurt. "Then you mean you only came to visit me for... for some kind of neurotic cure? And not because you love me? You just wanted to see if we could fuck again? Get rid of your guilt that way? Harry! I'm going to hate you! I really am!"
"Why, hon? I'd think you'd want to help me, not hate me. We're brother and sister! I'd certainly want to help you if you were in trouble."
"But I am in trouble, Harry! Don't you realize you're the only man I've ever been in love with? And I don't mean brother-sister crap, either. I mean man-woman love! You did a good job on me when I was fifteen. I've never been capable of loving anyone else since. God knows I've tried! It's made me bitter against the world! I hate myself and everybody I meet. You're in trouble? Hah, that's a laugh. My life has been hellish ever since you married Susan and left me. I've lived a miserable existence. Miserable!"
After a pause, Harry said, "I'm sorry... I didn't know. It never crossed my mind that you'd be affected, too... "
"What are you going to do now?" Maggie asked. "Run back to Susan? Leave me flat again? Leave me miserable and alone all over, just like before?"
"No. It's over between Susan and me. Nothing left for either of us because there wasn't much from the beginning."
"What are you going to do, then?"
"Go back to Baltimore, I guess. Start a new life."
"Why don't you stay here with me, darling? You could find work here. We'd both happy." Her voice rose on a note of hop "After all, we are family."
"That's just it," Harry said sadly. "We're family. And if I remained here you know what would happen as well as I do. You and I would fall back into the same situation we were in before I married Susan. We'd fuck each other blind."
"So? I'd love it! Wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would-too much in fact. But damnit, Maggie, it's wrong! Can't you see that? It isn't normal!"
She put her hand on his chest, fingered the mat of hair. "I don't care if it's normal or not. I love you, Harry. I'll never love anyone else."
"You'll find someone sooner or later."
"I haven't until now! I don't even want anybody else. I just want you, Harry! You and I-we belong to each other, in more ways than one!" She leaned down on him, kissed his -lips. "Come on, let's go up to the apartment and make love. Let's shower and hop into bed and fuck and fuck and fuck. Darling, I want you so terribly! I've wanted you for such a long, miserable time!"
Harry kissed her back. "How could any man even think about resisting you, Maggie? Yes! Let's fuck all night long!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Maggie laughed and tossed her bikini top and bottom at Harry, who had plopped in a chair and was nursing a drink. "Let me do my thing in the bath and then we'll shower together." She stood before him and ground her naked body teasingly, made a few suggestive bumps that caused desire to leap in his eyes. "I won't be long. Don't go 'way!".
Harry made a playful grab at her ebony-haired pussy but she dodged out of his reach, giggled, walked toward the bathroom, twitching her ass like an arrogant whore.
"Make it three minutes," Harry said, his voice edged with anticipation. "After that, I'm busting in, ready or not. I'm going to fuck you blind."
She ran in the bath and latched the door, not wanting him to catch her using her douche.
When she had taken care of her feminine requirements she started the shower water going, unlatched the door and poked her head out. "Okay, time for you to scrub my back, darling." She spoke loudly so her voice would carry.
She waited to see Harry coming through the bedroom door to join her. He didn't show. She frowned. "Harry?" she called more loudly. "Harry?"
No answer, no response. Suddenly alarmed, she barefooted quickly through the bedroom to the other door, glanced in the living room. "Harry! Harry, where are you!"
Nothing. A tormenting suspicion hit her. He's gone! He's run out on me!
She felt sick in the pit of her stomach. She searched the apartment but already she knew the worst. Then she saw the note quickly scribbled on the back of an envelope and dropped on the sofa. She read it with trembling fingers: "Sorry, hon, but I gotta go. Best for both of us. A life of incest is for the birds and that's how it would be if I keep hanging around. Thanks for your love and for giving me back my manhood. Goodbye. Love you. Harry."
Maggie stared at the words as though they spelled her doom. Then she angrily crumbled the envelope in her hand and flung it toward the door. "Damn you, Harry!" she yelled aloud. "You rotten son-of-a-bitch! What about me? Yes, what about me! How about your horny little sister-the one you started? The sister you taught to love to fuck? The sister you taught to want to fuck only you? You can't do this to me! You selfish, miserable, hateful son-of-a-bitch, you can't! You just can't!"
But he had. Finally, fatefully, she walked back in the bedroom, fell across the bed and cried. She thought about Harry and how wonderful it would have been if only he weren't so narrow-minded, such a prude. Tragic, it really was. They were so perfectly matched sexually. How could he fail to see it? Oh, how good they fucked together, how wild and sensual and exciting. A sin? No, it couldn't be. It was just a crazy idea in Harry's mind that it was sinful for them to love fucking each other. Brother fucking sister. So what? Actually, as far as she was concerned, loving to fuck like they did, the real sin was in not doing it.
Maggie cried herself to sleep. Fitfully, she dreamed about Harry. She dreamed he was in bed with her and they were fucking and how, in the delicious ecstasies of their fucking, his cock never softened, neither of them tired and they fucked and fucked happily, joyously for the rest of their blissful lives.
She awoke an hour later hornier than she'd ever felt in her thirty-two years of existence and twice as bitter. She wished she could grasp the world in her hand and slowly squeeze it to a pulp, squeeze the life blood right out of it and everybody in it and feel the sweet sense of revenge.
She wished she had a dildo. She'd fuck herself insane!
Inspiration came. She looked up Hilda Roundtree's phone number and dialed it, her lips curled in a cruel, vindictive smile. When the lesbian answered, Maggie said, "My date for tonight fell through. Want to come over and keep me company?"
"I'll take a cab and be there quickly as possible," Hilda enthused. "Oh, Maggie! Thanks so much for thinking of me!"
"I just bathed and I'm naked," Maggie said meanly. "I'm going to stay that way. Okay with you?"
"Beautiful! Just beautiful! I'll hurry."
"I'm burning up, I'm so horny." She heard Hilda gasp. "Wait-just wait for me! Oh, darling! I'll rush! I'll rush my legs off getting there!"
"You do that," Maggie said and hung up. Then, the sinister smile making her green eyes glitter, she misted her body from tip to toe with her most expensive erotic perfume. Miss Hilda Roundtree, she decided, was going to be just what the doctor ordered to cure her pain. She slipped into her silky orange-and-black Chinese robe and sat on the sofa to wait for the girl who had previously given her such a bad time in the office. She crossed her legs and dangled one insolently, impatiently. To hell with Harry! She'd find her kicks where she could. The taste of bitterness on her tongue had the tart flavor of venom. She wet her lips with it. It suited her mood exactly.
Hilda arrived forty minutes later. Maggie let her in and said peevishly, "It took you long enough. I started to dress and go out."
"I had a heck of a time getting a taxi," the blonde apologized, her blue eyes shocked at Maggie's abrupt attitude. "You never can find one when you're in a hurry."
"I can't stand waiting for anyone. My patience wears thin very quickly."
"Sorry," Hilda laughed weakly, then enthused, "My, what a lovely apartment you have! It's beautiful! The rent must be a fortune. How on earth can you afford it?"
"I can't but I love luxury and nice things and one way or another I manage to hang on. I've always dreamed of having a maid. Someday I will, when I'm rich. A full-time maid to wait on me hand and foot."
"You'll have to marry a millionaire."
"Perhaps. If that's what it takes." Maggie shrugged. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll fix some drinks."
"How comfortable?"
"Why waste time? Use your imagination, precious. I'll be back in a minute."
Returning with two highballs, Maggie found Hilda naked with her legs curled under her on the sofa. Her blonde hair and fair skin looked delectable against the dark purple background. Maggie hated to admit it, but the lesbian had a fabulous figure, maybe even better than her own.
She handed Hilda a drink and sat beside her, sipped the highball and appraised the blonde with growing interest. "If we had the same coloring we could almost pass as twins," Maggie said. "We're the same age, too and our figures are next to identical. Had you ever noticed?"
"Yes." The blonde smiled. "And isn't it fortunate we learned we had the same needs as well? Sexually I mean. We could have gone on forever not realizing how each of us felt. It could have been a terrible tragedy."
"Oh, not quite, precious," Maggie said easily. "Actually I'm not gay myself. I could never fall in love with another person of the same sex. But I do enjoy the experience once in a while, like an off-beat kick, you know? It's very stimulating to be desired by another female. I find it highly erotic."
Hilda paled, her blue eyes growing large. "Then you-you lied to me, you purposely tricked me! Of all the mean, dirty tricks! What do you plan to do, Maggie! Use me? Use me to satisfy your own selfish whims? Oh, I hate you for this! I hate you!"
Maggie shrugged and crossed her legs, the folds of the robe falling away to expose her knees and thighs. She stroked one thigh suggestively. "I'm sorry you feel that way, I really am. I had hoped we could spend the evening having fun. On the other hand, maybe I don't appeal to you as a sex object. Is that it?"
"I didn't say that! I think you're beautiful! Gorgeous, in fact. You appeal to me more than any girl I ever met. I-I was just hoping for a more closer relationship, that's all. I wanted us to love... really love. Be in love."
Maggie set her glass on the coffee table, leaned back, smiled at Hilda and stretched her arms deliciously. Then she reached and caressed the girl's disappointed face. Her skin was very warm "Love? I'm afraid that kind of relationship is out of the question, precious. Sorry. Sex? Yes. Love? Never happen. I'm not built that way. But like I said, I love to ball. If you're not interested though... " She drifted perfumed fingers across Hilda's parted lips, "... it's not too late for us to part friends."
Instant desire leaped in the lesbian's eyes. "No! I don't want to part-!" She fell forward, her hot mouth landing on Maggie's bared thigh, kissing it hungrily. "I want you-I love you-even if you don't love me!" Hilda transferred her devotion to the other thigh, her kisses getting hotter by the minute. "You're so fantastically adorable! Oh, Maggie... Oh, darling!"
Maggie watched the blonde head moaning and kissing her perfumed flesh. She smiled, enjoying her victory. Her fingers moved to tangle in Hilda's hair, lifting the blonde strands and letting them fall. She caressed the lesbian's warm neck and cheeks while delighting in the feel of soft lips running up and down her thigh. Maggie shrugged the robe off her shoulders, let it fall off her arms. She extracted her arms from the sleeves. The only thing left about her was the robe's silky belt. Her lips curling wickedly, she continued stroking Hilda's hair, neck and face. Then she ran her hand over Hilda's shoulders and arms and down her back. The lesbian's skin was incredibly smooth.
"Darling, you're delicious!" the blonde murmured passionately. "I love you, I love you, I love you!"
"You're sweet, too, precious. And I love the way you kiss... Ummm... You're beginning to turn me on."
"I could kiss you forever!" Hilda exclaimed. "Your body-it's fantastic!"
"Thank you, precious. I'm so happy you think so."
Hilda struggled up, looked at Maggie's shimmering nakedness. Maggie's nipples felt aroused and hardened, eager for the feel of a hot hungry mouth.
"Such beautiful breasts... " Hilda breathed.
"So perfectly developed... " She leaned forward and kissed each pink bud slowly, warmly, savoring the erotic flavor. Maggie stretched her arms above her head and skittered farther down on the sofa in a gesture of joyous voluptuousness while Hilda kissed her tits more and more intensely. Then the lesbian kissed her throat, arms, shoulders. She returned to Maggie's aroused breasts and sucked the nipples again, made them feel bursting, hard and erect. Maggie lowered her arms to hug Hilda's head to her tits. "Oooo, you kiss them so nicely, precious. But do you know what I love best? Better than anything?"
The blonde could only murmur something unintelligible with her mouth around Maggie's tit, her tongue whipping the nipple with its soft tip and licking surface.
"I love to have my pussy eaten," Maggie said. "It sends me to the stars!"
The blonde issued a muffled gasp, tore loose from Maggie's arms and danced her panting mouth down to Maggie's silky belly. "Darling, I want to, I want to so terribly!" Her knees went to the floor beside the sofa as she kissed Maggie's legs, her moist lips making sucking noises over the perfumed flesh. Maggie thrilled in anticipation of being eaten by the passionate blonde. She cupped her own breasts and squeezed them, kneaded them hurtfully while Hilda kissed her legs madly.
Maggie eagerly scissored Hilda's head between her thighs and bucked her hips invitingly. The sight of the preferred black -haired curly adorned pussy wrought instant reaction. Hilda moaned and buried her face in the perfumed cunt, drove her tongue in deeply. "Ummm... " she moaned ecstatically. "Ummm."
Maggie gloried at the feel of the girl's tongue roaming inside her juicy pussy, licking her stimulated clit and sending currents of excitement through her. Maggie grasped the blonde's hair in both hands, thrusting her cunt wantonly against the widened mouth. "Oooo you do it so good, precious. It feels so marvelous, so sensational!" Maggie pulled on the lesbian's hair and squirmed her hips uncontrollably, having been horny as hell even before Hilda arrived. Now the expert tongue was quickly driving her over the brink into orgasm. "Ahhh... I'm going to cum," Maggie gasped. "I can't help it I'm going to cum!"
The words excited the lesbian to renewed tonguing and sucking. Her fingers clawed at Maggie's hips and ass and she buried her face far as she could in Maggie's hot wet pussy.
Maggie's green eyes rolled back in her head in total ecstasy. "I'm cumming!" she cried out. "Oh God I'm cumming!"
The flesh-searing orgasm tore through her, making her body quake and surge as the unbelievable bliss electrified her from the top of her head to the tips of her pedicured toes. "Aaaagggg! Oh God! Oh God...!" She pulsated like a living sponge until her nerves began to settle, her brain began to function once more. She issued a long, happy sigh and relaxed completely.
Now that that was taken care of, she thought cunningly, there were other pleasures to pursue. Like making the blonde pay for the bad treatment she'd handed her over a period of time in the office. No, she mustn't forget that!
Maggie made a small effort to dislodge Hilda's head from between her thighs. "Wow, I've had it, precious. Time to come up for air."
But the lesbian obviously wasn't ready to relinquish her prize. She was drunk on Maggie's erotic juices, overwhelmed by the flavor and aroma of Maggie's flesh. She clung like a leech, her mouth sucking, her tongue licking furiously.
Maggie smiled, recognizing the signs. The girl was wild for her pussy, starved for her juices, just as she'd imagined Hilda would be. Good. Now the fun could begin.
"That's enough, Hilda!" Maggie said sharply. She forcibly shoved the blonde's face from her cunt, her hands against the damp forehead and clamped the girl's flushed cheeks between her thighs inches from her swollen pussy. "Take it easy, precious. You're much too passionate for me."
"Darling, please!" Hilda's voice cracked with emotion. "Don't stop now! I love you! I'm turned on terribly-you're divine! Delicious! Don't make me stop this soon!"
Still pushing at the fired-up lesbian's forehead, Maggie giggled. "No, precious. Enough is enough for me. Anyhow, I'm ready for another drink, aren't you? Getting my jollies always leaves me thirsty."
"Not now, darling!" Hilda wailed. "Please not now! Not at this point! My God!" The blue eyes showed actual pain.
"But I want my drink freshened," Maggie said, smiling confidently. "Go freshen it for me." She caressed Hilda's tortured features with her smooth palm.
"Why now? When you know I'm burning up! I don't understand! Don't you have any regards for my feelings?"
"Actually, why should I, precious? You've never had any regard for mine. Ever since we've worked there in the office together you've given me a rough time. You acted toward me like you despised me. I can't seem to forget it, Hilda. It sticks in my memory like something sour."
"I was never fighting you, Maggie! I was fighting me-myself! I was desperately in love with you and terrified of making a fool of myself over you in the office. That's why I acted badly toward you. It was my defense mechanism. I was struggling so desperately to control my true emotions. Can't you see, darling? Please try to understand."
"Oh, so that's what it was all about," Maggie laughed. "I had no idea. But yes, I can see it now. I must say, though, you made life pretty rough for me. I don't know if I can forgive you or not, no matter the reason."
"I love you!" Hilda exclaimed. "I'd do anything for you, Maggie. Anything!"
Maggie touched the pleading lips. "Then go do something about my drink."
"Yes! All right, I will!" Reluctantly the lesbian rose to her knees, took Maggie's glass and hurried to the kitchen. Maggie giggled, sensing the blonde's inner fright and eagerness to please. She's mine, Maggie thought. I've got her where it hurts!
Just as Hilda was returning, the telephone rang. Maggie padded across the room to answer it. She recognized Bobby's voice immediately and he sounded surprisingly happy. "Just had to tell you I'm cured of you, you hateful bitch!" the boy was shouting. "Dad took me to a cat-house full of girls and I fucked! I fucked them all! Every last one of them! And I didn't have to eat pussy to do it, either! So see? I'm not the crazy pussy hound you thought I was! I had a ball! I don't need you anymore. You can go to hell!"
Maggie had to laugh at the boy's immature outburst. "Well, good for you, sonny. I'm glad you made it. Now you won't be bugging me anymore. Thank heaven for small favors! You were getting to be a real drag."
"And Dad said to tell you you were fired. He doesn't want you in the office stirring up trouble all the time. He said don't ever show your face there again. Not ever!"
"Oh? Did he say anything about my five-thousand? He owes it to me, regardless. It was our deal."
"He didn't mention that. I don't know why he should pay you, though. You've done nothing to earn it. I sure wouldn't if I were him."
"Yes, but you're not him, precious. I'll talk to him in the morning myself. Goodbye, Bobby boy," she chuckled. "I'm going to miss you, just like I'd miss having the plague."
"Wait, don't hang up. Here's Dad now, just walking in. He can tell you... " When Charles Chesterfield was on the line, he said with a touch of humor, "Well, Maggie girl, it looks like this kid of mine is a natural fucker after all. You should have seen him pounding prick in all those girls. You'd have been proud of him. I sure as hell was. He just needed some variety to straighten him out. I guess I was worried about nothing."
"How about my five-thousand dollars for leaving him alone? I've turned him down once already and I could still make him... "
"Don't worry, you'll get your money. Really. No hard feelings. I'll write you a check in the morning."
"How about my job, then? Bobby said I was fired."
"I had something else in mind, Maggie."
"Like what?"
"Like that two-thousand bucks a month deal we discussed. I figure you're just too damn beautiful and fascinating not to keep on the payroll for entertainment purposes, for me and my clients. You still interested?"
Maggie smiled. "Ummm... yes, Mr. Chesterfield, I certainly am. I'd love such duties. They fit my style."
"Call me Charles, damnit," the man said, laughing. "I don't want to have to tell you again."
"Of course, Charles. When will I see you? And my five-thousand dollar check?"
"Tomorrow, sugar. I'll bring it to your apartment personally."
"You do that, Charles. I'll be waiting. We'll have fun."
Hanging up, Maggie realized for the first time that Hilda was on her knees kissing her buttocks, having placed her drink on the table where the phone sat. Maggie stood motionless for a moment, enjoying the blonde's attentive lips on her ass. She smiled to herself. How deliciously ironic, she thought. Just days ago the lesbian had acted so uppity and sarcastic toward her, treated her so meanly. Now here she was groveling for love. It was sure a crazy, mixed up world.
Maggie felt totally voluptuous, beautiful, sensually irresistible. She turned slowly while Hilda stroked her legs and thighs, kissed her buttocks, hips, belly, then pressed her face in the mass of dark pussy curls. A wicked gleam brightened Maggie's green eyes. She arched into the heated face, feeling it burrow and the tongue seek her pussy lips. She caught her own tits in her palms, squeezed and kneaded them until the nipples were hard and pink as rubies. Sensation took her over. She dropped her hands to Hilda's head, toyed with the blonde hair, scraped her nails lightly along Hilda's scalp. Hilda moaned tortured desire. "Please, Maggie... please, darling... "
"Please what?" Maggie challenged.
"Let me stay here with you always-I worship you! I'll do anything for you!"
"Always? You mean move in? Share the apartment?"
"Yes! I'll pay half the rent, half the expenses. Oh, darling, just think of the wonderful times we'd have! It'd be heaven! Say it's okay, Maggie! Let me move in with you!"
"It does sound good, precious, but I'm afraid not. I just accepted a proposition our boss Charles Chesterfield previously offered me. My new duties will be entertaining him and an occasional business client. I'm getting a big raise in salary, too, I might add. I'll have plenty of money from now on. I'll even have enough to hire that personal maid I always dreamed of having."
"That's it! Let me be the maid! I'll do it for free! Darling, say you will! It's the perfect solution! I'll work my fingers to the bone for you!"
Maggie looked down at the pleading face, the frantic blue eyes staring up at her. She felt like laughing. "You've got to be kidding," Maggie said.
"No I mean every word! I've never been more serious in my life, darling, I swear!" Hilda's lower lip quivered. "I'll spend all my time from the office keeping you happy, Maggie! I'll rush here to the apartment, do the cleaning, the cooking, the... well, everything! You won't have to lift a finger. Darling, please!"
"I'd require an awful lot of pampering, Hilda. And unquestioning obedience. I'm not an easy person to please. I doubt if you'd enjoy being my maid, my personal maid. I don't think you'd like doing all the things necessary to keep me happy."
"I would! I will! Darling, let me try! At least let me stay long enough to try! I'll fulfill your every wish, I swear! I'll be more than a maid, I'll be a hand-maiden to you-I'll be your slave!"
Maggie giggled, caressed the girls' supplicating face and lips. "You're certain this is what you want, precious?"
"Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes! I worship you, Maggie! I adore you!"
"I don't suppose a trial basis would hurt," Maggie said. "If it doesn't work out, we can call it quits. But I'd require you to wear a maid's uniform, Hilda. If you're to be my personal maid, I insist that you look the part."
"I'll get a uniform tomorrow, I promise!"
"Black with a lacy white apron and a cute white cap."
"Yes, I'll wear one all the time!" Hilda's lips kissed her belly and thighs eagerly. "Oh, I love you so much! So terribly, terribly much!" Maggie felt the trembling hands running up and down the backs of her legs. It gave her a thrilling sense of power, of sensual dominance over the lesbian. She decided to put it to a further test.
"Stop mushing over me, Hilda!" Maggie snapped. "You can only do that when I allow it. I said absolute obedience, remember? I meant it. If you don't like the terms you can leave this minute!"
Hilda pushed away instantly, glanced up, expression frightened. Her hands left Maggie's legs. "I remember! I'll never forget again!"
"Bring my drink to the sofa," Maggie said. She walked arrogantly around the kneeling blonde, went and lay down on the velvety purple sofa, head propped on an overstuffed arm. Hilda brought the drink to her, handed it to her with nervous fingers. The lesbian's eyes, drinking in Maggie's white-skinned loveliness against the lush velvet, turned beseeching.
"You're gorgeous, Maggie! I've never seen anyone half so beautiful!"
"Thank you, precious." Maggie stretched voluptuously, took a sip of her drink. "I need a new pedicure. You'll find my nail kit in the dresser in the bedroom."
Hilda looked frustrated. "Pedicure? You mean-"
"Damn you!" Maggie flared. "Can't you understand plain English! Am I going to have to repeat my orders every time? How stupid can you be!"
"No-don't get mad, darling! Please don't! I'm going ! 'I understand!" Hilda hurried to the bedroom and returned with the nail kit. "Don't be angry... don't!"
Maggie sighed blissfully while Hilda, sitting at the other end of the sofa with Maggie's feet in her lap, busily worked on the pink toenails, lifting each delicate foot now and then to kiss it lovingly. Maggie sipped her drink and gloried in the lesbian's complete subservience. Dominating the blonde was delicious and the fulfillment of her long-sought dream of luxury. She had herself a maid at last! Someone to dote on serving her and pampering her every whim. Someone constantly pleading hunger for her lush, sexy body, adoring her tongue-loving cunt and keeping her pleasantly turned on. Someone to lick and suck her to those heavenly orgasms she thrilled to, whenever she required it.
Hilda was going to be better at eating pussy than Bobby Chesterfield could ever be, she decided happily. Hilda had spent a lifetime learning. She would be perfect. The perfect maid. The perfect stimulator for her erotically toned flesh.
Maggie thought about Charles Chesterfield. She winced as she remembered how brutally he'd fucked her in the ass, how this was his kick. But then she smiled. She had ended up liking it enormously and she imagined she'd enjoy it even more with practice. She'd have to remember to keep some Vaseline around, though, to keep her asshole from tearing. Charles had a hell of a huge cock.
So now she had a personal maid in Hilda and a rich bankroll in Charles. The only thing missing to make her life complete was Harry, but having him around to keep her pussy rammed full of his heavenly prick was simply asking too much from the gods of Fate. This was one ecstasy she could never hope to know again. Pity, though. It really was.
Someone pounded on the door. The two girls stared at one another. "You're the maid," Maggie said. "Answer it!"
Hilda ran to obey. She called back, "It's a man who says he's your brother... "
"Let him in, stupid! Let him in!" Maggie's heart leaped. Harry! It was Harry! He had come back! She swung off the sofa and hurried to greet him. She had never felt so happy in her life.
Harry went along with it on her terms, since he had no other choice. "When I ran out on you today I bumped into an old girl friend I used to screw," he told her, "and we went to her flat. I wanted to test myself, see if I really could make it with somebody beside you, Maggie."
"And it didn't work," Maggie said happily. "You couldn't make it." Harry shrugged, smiled wanly. "Well, yes I could-and did-but too much was lacking. That supreme sensation I get with you. You know, sugar? The wild, joyous, uninhibited ecstasy you and I get fucking? Like two brother-sister eels?"
"I know," Maggie laughed. "I know!"
"So I decided to stay in town, get a job here and be near you. Do you still want me to? I know now I'll never find happiness with anyone else."
"And you won't mind the competition I've told you about? My gay maid and my horny rich boss?" Maggie asked, glancing across the room at the sulking Hilda who looked like she could gladly strangle Harry.
"Why should I?" Harry laughed. "The more the merrier! We'll all have a fucking good time!"
"I don't want my boss to know. For two-thousand dollars a month he's going to want exclusive rights. Can you blame him?"
"He'll never suspect," Harry said. "He'll know I'm your brother. He'll just think we're normal family. But your maid-"
"Oh, she doesn't matter," Maggie said callously. "She'll jump when I tell her to jump. I own her." She stared at the confused lesbian. "Isn't that right, Hilda? Answer me!"
"Yes!" The blonde's voice trembled. "Whatever you say, darling! Just let me stay and share you... "
"See?" Maggie smiled and kissed Harry. "What did I tell you?"
"This is too good to be true," Harry chuckled. He eyed the two naked girls. "Why don't we do some fancy fucking right now? I've got a hard on that'd choke a mule. We'll have us a three-way party."
"I'm for that," Maggie laughed. "Take off your clothes, join the crowd. We'll work up some sort of an orgy."
"What about me?" Hilda asked. "Where do I fit in?"
"Oh, we'll think of something," Maggie smiled. "As starters why don't you come lick my pussy while Harry gets out of his clothes? You can turn me on for him. I'm sure my brother would appreciate it, wouldn't you, Harry?"
"Hell, yes!" Harry enthused. "And I'd appreciate it even more if she'd suck my cock and balls, wind me up for you, too, Maggie! Now that's what I'd call living!"
"Uggg," Hilda winced. "I couldn't-I hate men!"
"You can't have one without the other, precious," Maggie told her sweetly. "Make up your mind. Stay and do as I say, or get the hell out. Which will it be?"
Naked himself, Harry sat beside Maggie on the sofa. He grinned, fondled his big stiff prick invitingly toward the pained Lesbian. "You heard my sister. Come on!"
