The famous novel Peyton Place has already told us that small town America is as lively and full of happenings, both good and bad, as the most sophisticated city. This novel sets out to prove it all over again but with a new and different twist.
The heroine Nola is beautiful but chaste, in spite of managing a hotel full of single men. A series of events, each one insignificant in itself, leads her into her first brush with unashamed sexuality. First there was the pornographic photograph she found, then the attentions of the loving collie dog, then her nephew....
Her quiet life takes a new turn when two vicious bank robbers hide out in her hotel, using herself and her young nephew as hostages. But all this is mere prelude to the really important point in her life: her marriage with the town banker.
Virginia E. Johnson and William H. Masters, M.D., the famous creators of the Masters reports, wrote to the point of Nola's dilemma in" an article in the September (1973) Redbook magazine. The article, titled "Plain Talk for Women Who Lie About Sex," is concerned with the pretenses many wives use in the marital bed. The article opens with this statement:
"Any form of deception between a man and a woman, even if conceived of as a kind of game, is potentially destructive to their relationship."
Nola had definitely changed from the time when the banker first became attracted to her, and when they were married. He was aware of the changes to a certain extent. He had come upon her in the very act of being raped by one of the bank robbers, a murderous and insane man. In fact, he'd rescued her and saved her life. Consequently he was well aware that she was no virginal or shrinking flower and the knowledge added spice to their marriage.
What he didn't know, was her attraction to the young body of her nephew and the boy's insatiable desire to have more of his beautiful aunt. The banker himself was hiding a secret, and even trying to conceal it from himself. Nola was not the only one with incestuous desires.
These two might never have pooled their knowledge but for a series of happenstances, the sort common in any family life. She thought the family was away for the evening ... he thought nobody would see him touching the intimate places on his teenage daughter's body.
To understand all is to forgive all, the philosophers say. How true this is in daily life is not for us to comment on, but it is a perfectly acceptable device in fiction, and one that can lead to the happy ending we all look for.
This novel is a slice-of-life story, meaning there are a great many events but no real plot. Like life itself, it has a form to it without being contrived.
It was obviously not written to titillate although that might be the result with many readers. The problems presented are possible, but not humdrum and could have actually taken place.
It's interesting to speculate on what our world would be like if all the sexologists succeeded in their avowed aim to make us less shy of our emotions and less inhibited in pursuing desires. To my knowledge no science fiction writer has yet attempted this, and perhaps the reason is that it is more impossible even than the routine miracles they serve up regularly.
The author's contention that at least once fictional family was able to celebrate their own sexuality freely and happily is a hopeful note.
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CHAPTER ONE
Nola stared, her heart pounding heavily and her mouth going dry with excitement. She licked her lips and squirmed in her chair. She'd never seen anything like this before.
The man stood with his legs apart, hands on his hips. His naked body glistened in the light, his flat muscles stretched tautly. He looked young, twenty-one or so, she thought. He stood at an angle, so one hip came toward the camera and the thick arch of his huge hard cock was plainly visible. Not the head of it, of course, because the woman had her mouth around that part. Her lips were stretched wide to take in the big root, her eyes closed and her face contorted. Her hands grasped his thighs to steady herself and she looked as if she were ready to take the whole pulsing length of his organ down her grasping, suctioning throat.
The woman was older, you could tell by the hint of flab around her nude white hips and ass. She wasn't even very pretty, Nola decided, tilting the photograph this way and that as if she could look right into and behind it. She guessed the young man didn't care particularly what the woman looked like, as long as she was giving him so much exciting pleasure. And, from the look on his face, he was loving what the dark-haired woman was doing to his big hard prick. Loving it? There ought to be a better word, a stronger word, to describe the blissful expression on his face. His eyes were half shut, but they seemed to glint ecstatically. His mouth was wet and his tongue protruded from one comer of it.
Nola remembered her own short marriage and tried to imagine herself in the place of this abandoned, lustful woman, and her George standing proudly naked like the young man in the picture. It was impossible because she'd never even seen George with all his clothes off. They took turns undressing in the bathroom, and George always turned the lights off before crawling under the covers with her. She remembered his awkward kisses, their noses sometimes bashing together. George used to pull her nightie up around her waist and then climb heavily on top, his cock already hard, pushing insistently into her tender flesh. Then he'd put his hand down and guide the massive head between her barely moist pussy lips, hunching forward so the hot instrument shoved its way up the narrow, unready fuck channel. It didn't take George long to pound his dick into her cunt a few times and cum. Sometimes she felt nothing at all except soreness and a wish that he'd get it over with. Sometimes she began to get hot and slick, her hips squirming uncontrollably, her breath coming in panting gasps, her hands clutching at his broad, smooth back. But he always quit when she was just beginning to get excited. His spurt of warm wet jism flooded her cunt, exciting her even more, and then he pulled his cum-slick dick out and lay beside her, his heart pounding and his breath coming in rasping sighs.
The glossy eight-by-ten photograph rustled dryly because her slim pretty hands were shaking. Nola sat on the chenille spread of the bumpy bed in the small town hotel room, and the feeling of frustration and lust spread from a tiny point deep in her belly to a hot round ball that threatened to explode inside her. Her body quivered like jelly, her lush round breasts hardened into points that pushed against her bra, her thighs spread themselves automatically as her panties grew wet from the sudden flood of wet warm juices, oozing from her swollen cuntal lips. She pushed a hand down inside the waistband of her slacks, slipping over her gently rounded belly and cupping the throbbing roundness of her pussy. It was too much, too much! Here she was almost ready to cum, her body aching to be held and touched and invaded and used-just from looking at the top one of the pile of photos she'd accidentally found!
A sudden noise made her jump and flooded her with guilt. What if she were caught snooping in Big Mac's bedroom, not only snooping but looking at his collection of dirty pictures? Her hand flew out of her pants and she jumped up, sweeping the pictures back in the drawer-but not without the thought that she could come back later and see the rest of them.
The noise-it couldn't be Big Mac or any of the men who ordinarily occupied these rooms, because they'd all gone off at once when the plant closed for vacations. Mac was visiting his sister in Cleveland, the others had gone various places, but they were all away somewhere. The noise came again, a clicking and a shuffling, and she laughed out loud when she realized what it was, though she felt let-down at the same time. It was the big collie-what was his name-oh yes, King. Naturally dogs weren't allowed in the hotel as a rule, and she hoped that her taking the dog for a few weeks didn't give any of her bachelor tenants ideas about having pets. In a way it served her right for renting a room to that woman, but she'd had no idea of the complications that would come from it.
There'd been plenty of talk about Nola, herself, taking over the hotel after she and George were divorced. She was much too pretty, her lush body too tempting an invitation to the men from the plant who occupied most of the rooms. Small towns were like that. But she needed the job and she'd handled it all, dressing as plainly as possible and keeping a cool distance from her tenants. Lots of nights she'd clutched her pillow in hot frustration, even shoving it between her legs and squeezing down hard, her ass shoving back and forth until sexual release of a sort came and let her sleep. Knowing all those hard male bodies were only a few thin walls away was as hard on her as on some of the men, if they'd only known it. But-she needed the job, and she valued her good reputation. Somehow she'd kept herself on a tight leash.
The woman who owned the dog was a stranger, driving East. She took a room for one night, promising that the dog would sleep in the car and be no trouble. Then she stayed another night, and another, because she didn't feel well. Feeling sorry for the big handsome collie, Nola talked to him and took him for walks whenever she had a free minute. His mistress finally went to the hospital with an emergency appendectomy. Nola would have taken King to the vet's house to board, except that vacation time had arrived for most of her roomers. Knowing she'd be alone, she volunteered to have King in her own apartment. "He'll be company for me," she said.
Thinking she'd be alone, that is. Not that it made any difference, because her nephew Bobby was no trouble and she was glad to help her sister out. Trouble-it seemed to come in bunches. Her brother-in-law, Martha's husband, was injured on his construction job. Martha needed her waitress job worse than ever, and she spent all her free time at the hospital. Bobby was thirteen, too old for a sitter and yet not old enough to turn loose in the rough construction town. With memories of her own happy childhood in Ohio, Martha wrote and asked if she could send Bobby for a month. Heaven knows he was no trouble, seeming to be a nice, polite youngster with a lot of affection for his pretty Aunt Nola.
She shoved the pictures back in the dresser drawer, this time closing it firmly. She hadn't been really snooping before, only fixing a drawer that had closed crookedly when she discovered the photographs. She closed the bedroom door behind her, laughing and petting the big dog who showed so much pleasure at finding her.
"Thataboy, King, yes, you found me, that's a good dog!"
He shoved his long nose into her crotch as he followed her down the stairs, his plumed tail waving happily. Nola jumped and giggled, glad to know nobody else could see her at the moment. Once in her own apartment, she felt exhausted from her emotions and from the heat of the day. July in Ohio was a hot, steaming time, the air heavy with humidity from the nearby lake. A shower would freshen her up, she thought, and stripped off her sticky clothes. But once naked, the air felt so good on her moist body that she dropped into a chair, her arms hanging loose and her legs wide to let the cool air reach every possible part of her.
King flopped at her side. With his heavy coat he must be suffering from the heat too, though he didn't show it. His long tongue slid out and lapped at her toes, tickling her sensitive skin. Oooohhh, but it felt good! She stretched her toes wide and the dog lapped at and between them, his rough juicy tongue sending little shivers over her.
"King, you're giving me goose bumps." She laughed and the big dog looked up, his brown eyes expressing love and devotion. "Too bad you can't do more for me!"
As if he understood, King lumbered to his feet and began licking her knees and the inside of her thighs. It was ridiculous, she knew, but her over-heated senses responded to the canine caresses. Her cuntal lips were swelling again, she could actually feel them becoming engorged with blood and pulling away from each other under the thick muff of pubic hair. Moisture started deep inside her and slipped down, coating the puffy pussy lips. The slick red membranes inside her began to throb, sending their pulsations through her tingling body. Looking down, she could see her rosy tits harden and poke outward, little peaks on her soft brown-rose areolas. Her creamy full breasts felt heavy, stuffed, and a blue vein appeared on one satiny bulge. What a waste it was, to have a body like hers and no one to love it! She was thirty-two and, she thought, at the peak of her looks and sexual attractiveness. Sitting slumped as she was, her slightly rounded belly was concave, fitting neatly into the joining of her rounded thighs. Her trim, triangular muff thrust itself outward aggressively, as if seeking satisfaction on its own. The wiry curly brown hairs caught the light, because they were beginning to be saturated with her female secretions. Her smooth, womanly thighs ached and her ass wiggled for a moment in little circles, as if the dog's eager tongue were that of a passionate man.
King whined in the back of his throat and looked up at her, and then his tongue pushed forward more boldly. His long pointed nose separated her languid thighs and he snuffled as he got nearer to her quaking pussy. How delicious it was, to feel that wet tongue lapping just inches from the sex-scented, hungry cunt!
The dog seemed to sense her mood and her need. He pushed in farther until his wet cold nose was up against the base of her belly, actually pressing on the fleshy covering of her clitoris.
Nola's eyes widened in surprised pleasure. Damn, but that was good! King might be only an animal but the thrills he was giving her were real! Nola tried to tell herself that it was disgusting, she was disgusting to let the dog lap at her private parts that way. But she couldn't work up the right moral indignation about it. So what, she thought, nobody needs to know! It wasn't hurting anyone; on the other hand, it just might keep her from going completely nuts and attacking the first male human she saw! She giggled at the picture of herself, nude and over-excited as she was, flinging open the hotel door and tripping up some unsuspecting man right in the main street of town! Mr. Hutchens, for instance, president of the bank across the street-what would he say or do? She closed her eyes and gave herself up to dreaming-Hutchens, George, Big Mac, anyone! God, she couldn't fight her own nature forever!
She spread her thighs wider and the dog followed her cue as if he'd been trained for it. His tongue shot down as far as it could go, to where the base of her spine met the cushion of the chair, and began to lap slowly upward. The separate parts of her damp cuntal lips spread open like a mouth, like a real mouth, but instead of teeth they were exposing the burning red slick flesh of the smaller mouth, the ragged deeply pink flanges of her inner cock-hungry lips. The tongue swept up slowly, swept up wetly, bathing those itching, hungry, juicy parts with a dog's easy-flowing saliva. But the firm tongue under the wetness seemed to work into every cranny and crevice, soothing the fire that burned in her but re-igniting it at the same time.
"Ooooohhhh," she whistled between her teeth. "Aaahhh, King baby, but you are one sexy dog! That's right, boy, keep it up, give Nola her lovin', good dog, good dog! Urrhhh, but that was so damned fucking good! Lick me again, baby, keep that tongue coming!"
Excitement rose in her like an incoming tide, and she bit her lips and wiggled her ass, pushing down harder on that wonderful tongue. God, but that's good ... oh, jeezzz, it'd been so long ... sock it to me, King baby, make mama happy now and you'll get steak for dinner! Suck me if you can't fuck me ... harder, harder, HARDER ... SUCK, SUCK, SUCK ... AAARRRGGGHHHHH! Her cum exploded and sent moving ripples out from her innermost center, ripples that quivered down through her thighs and calves and loosened her tightly tensed-up toes, rippled upward over her soft belly and out her arms, relaxing her finger-grip on the arms of the chair, easing her contorted face. She hadn't even known she was biting her lower lip until she stopped and licked the drop of blood on it. Her heart slowed its fast beat and thudded heavily, her upstanding pink tits slowly subsided and flattened on the creamy mounds of her chest. "Ooooohhhh, God," she said and sighed, "that was so damned good!"
The collie looked up, his soft brown eyes seeming to know her pleasure and satisfaction, but his lapping tongue never stopped. Nola had hardly recovered from her cum when she felt excitement building in her again, and along with it a great love and gratitude for the wonderful animal. Impulsively she put her arms around his shaggy ruff, pulling his head up against her. His long tongue, wet now with her own secretions, moved itself to her tits and she felt them harden under the laving, moving stimulation.
"King, King, King," she crooned, rubbing her boobs against the wet cold nose. "I sure as hell wish I were a girl dog right now, so you could fuck me like you just sucked me!"
She couldn't help it, her body demanded that she lie out flat and close her eyes, so she could pretend it was really a man giving her those hot thrills. Slipping from the chair onto the coolness of the hardwood floor, she talked softly to the dog. "Come on now, King, do it again, make mama happy just like you did before. Here's nice wet hamburger to lick, come on now, King, that's a boy, lick my pussy some more!" She spread her legs wide, tilting her ass up toward the dog's eager wet tongue and cold searching nose. "There you go, baby, do it to me, suck my cunt again, good doggie, good doggie!"
King stood between her out-stretched legs, his beautiful white and gold coat almost touching the floor. The way her ass was hiked up, he could reach her little puckered asshole as well as her wide-open cunt. He licked so enthusiastically that her anus began to flutter, opening and closing spasmodically. Nola, surprised, felt the new sensation like a hot electric charge pulsing through her. The tongue seemed to curl in on itself to make a hard probe, poking first into the tight asshole and then almost inside her pussy. She squirmed and panted, totally caught up in the abandoned delight. "Wow, baby," she whispered over and over again. "Wow, wow, do it some more, that's my baby!
Come on, King, do it harder, lick my slit good!"
She opened her eyes and, looking between the dog's legs, in spite of his shaggy coat, she saw something that excited her even more. "Why, King, you've got a hard-on!" she exclaimed. It seemed as if the animal knew what she meant because his tail wagged for a moment, but without interrupting his steady assault on her private parts.
Nola's eyes widened as she took in the fantastic cock that hung from his loins. She'd noticed other dogs, of course, when they had erections. And she'd seen King himself, lying on the floor and licking the thick red shaft that poked out of his hairy penis. But, she had never seen one from this viewpoint before! It was so thick, so slick, so angrily red! It looked as if it hurt him, as if he needed release even worse than she did. Poor King! He deserved something for the pleasure he'd given her. A tempting thought began to uncurl in the back of her mind. What would happen if she-? Would it be possible? Would King do it, could he do it to a human female like he did it to a bitch?
Just then King's hot wet tongue coiled alongside her clitoris and she gave a little jump, a twitching of her curved buttocks. The electric tingle shot through her as she felt the little bud begin to swell and harden itself, as if it were reaching up to meet the roughness of the saliva-wet tongue. "Oh-oh-ohhhhhh," she moaned, her hips switching back and forth. "Ohhh-ohhhhhhh!" Her hands made empty fists that wanted to clutch some hot, hard, prick flesh. Distantly, at the back of her mind, Nola was conscious of a small noise somewhere. The human brain being as many-layered as it is, one part of Nola's gave a little click, reminding her both of Bobby and of the Open House that evening, at the bank across the street. But Bobby had gone fishing for the day; and her preparations for the bank party had been finished hours ago, except for last-minute things.
The sound, the reminders of Bobby and her other duties, faded and disappeared. She was wild with lust, her whole body inflamed with it. Good ol' King, what a cunt-sucking fool you are! I've gotta do him too. With my hands, my mouth, anything ... big red shaft ... can see it with my eyes closed ... big fat penis, fucking big cock ... gotta touch it, gotta grab his big fat cock!
At the same time her body was responding rhythmically to the strong heat and pressure of the dog's tongue and Nola knew she didn't want that to let up, not for a minute! So she clasped King around the neck, the thick slippery hair of his ruff under her hands, and gradually began to move, switching her body across the floor until it lay at right angles to the dog. He stopped for a moment and whined, so she lay there with her pelvis thrust up to his nose, arching her back to bring the moist smell of her oozing cunt to his attention. When he lapped again, this time swirling wetly around the tumescent bud of her clit, she moved a few more inches and found she could reach the animal's erect organ. Her fingers curled around it greedily and she began to stroke its smooth skin that seemed ready to burst from the heated blood inside. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth as she thought of putting the huge organ between her rosy lips. Ummmm, ummmm! What a juicy mouthful that would be!
With the blood pounding in her ears, it took a moment for the faint whimpering sound to penetrate. Then, she thought at first it was King; his way of telling her how good it felt to have her hands on his hot prick! But the sound was too loud, too far off, too human. Slowly her hands let go of the dog's cock and her head moved sideways. Peering out from the thick hair, her eyes widened in shock. King stopped his licking, too, and brushed the floor with his wagging tail.
Nola didn't know what to say or do. A hot blush swept over her, from her hairline right down to her pretty toes. "Bobbbbyyyyy." She breathed the word in as if she wanted to swallow it.
The teenage boy stood in front of the closed door. His round face was white under its freckled tan. His mouth hung open and a little line of spit dribbled from it.
"Mmmmmmm," he whined. "Aunt-Aunt Nola. Oh, Aunt Nola, you're so beautiful!" His mouth hung open farther and he licked his lips. He walked forward jerkily and crouched on the floor beside her luscious, lascivious body. His hand went out and touched the satiny smoothness of her hip. "Ohhhh, Aunt Nola! Let me touch you, please! Pu-llleasse!"
Before she knew what was happening, his thick boyish fingers were rubbing the juiciness of her cuntal lips, wet from the dog's mouth as well as from her own secretions. Nola closed her eyes.
CHAPTER TWO
Grabbing the dog's long hair to balance herself, Nola sat up. The way her nephew was scrunched down beside her, that brought his eyes right on the level of her wobbling boobs, and the little tits immediately stood erect as if his burning look excited them. "Bobby," she gulped, not knowing what else to say. "What're you doing home so early?"
"Tom got a fishhook in his thumb." The boy's hands went around her waist, clamping themselves firmly on the upper half-moon of her ass. He was over the first shock of seeing his mother's sister lying on the floor with a collie licking her pussy-to say nothing of her hands busily jerking off the dog-and his clever mind was working on the angles. Bobby was just at the age when sexy thoughts and dreams were beginning to trouble his innocence. He was still ashamed of the wet dreams he sometimes had in the night, and the hard-ons when he woke up. His mother had caught him masturbating and yelled at him, and he'd promised himself that he wouldn't have any more lewd ideas. But the sight of his naked, sexy aunt drove all the promises right out of his mind. Like a six-year-old in a chocolate factory, he wanted everything all at once! Still drooling from the corner of his mouth, he put his head against his aunt's hot flesh. Pushing his tousled brown hair against her shoulder, his nose and mouth were pressed on the swelling of her breasts. The rosy tit was so close, so close! His tongue shot out and sampled it, and a shudder ran through his sturdy boyish frame. "Ohhh, Aunt Nola!"
Bobby felt like a fool because he couldn't think of anything else to say, but then, his aunt wasn't saying anything either. Half scared but reassured by remembering what she'd just been doing, he touched the tit again and then slid his mouth right over it, his tongue exploring its taste and texture and contours.
Nola was still in shock. Bitterly ashamed of herself for getting caught in such a position by her own nephew, she was also dazed with lust. Why the hell hadn't she locked the door? Because she hadn't really intended to play around with the dog that way, her mind answered. What if Bobby told his mother? Nola could never live down the disgrace! On the other hand, as she began to realize, maybe the boy wouldn't tell anything at all. It would be blackmail on both sides, but it'd be worth it for her peace of mind.
Besides, his mouth on her tit felt very good indeed.
"Now, Bobby," she said, "what do you think you're doing?" That was a dumb thing to say, she realized, but what was the right thing? She pulled herself loose from him and stood up unsteadily.
Bobby sprang up too, standing so close she could feel his hot breath on her neck. "Oh, please, Aunt Nola," he begged. "I won't tell anybody, honest! If you'll just let me touch you some more, I cross my heart! I won't tell a soul!"
His aunt frowned, trying to decide what to do. Letting him fuck her was out, of course. She'd rather fuck King than her very own flesh-and-blood nephew! But as long as he'd seen her naked, what was the harm in him taking a good look? And maybe playing around a little, sucking each other off or something like that?
Then the other thought came back in her mind: tonight's reception at the new bank building. "What time is it, Bobby?"
"What difference does that make?" the boy asked passionately.
"Listen, honey, okay. I mean, it's okay if you look at me and, uh, we can play with each other some." She brightened up at the thought. "God knows I'm horny as hell, and it's better for you than masturbating." For the first time she looked at him and noticed the tell-tale bulge in the crotch of his jeans. Nola giggled. "Poor baby! But you know I've got this big party to cater tonight. Why don't we just hang it up for now? And then, after the Open House, why, we'll come back here, Bobby, and...."
"I want you now," he said stubbornly. "I wanna kiss you and feel you all over, Aunt Nola. And lick you-like King was doing."
Nola shivered at the thought, and she couldn't help but throw her arms around the boy. "You sweet baby! Just a little hug now ... and then you'd better go and take a cold shower!"
The boy's arms went around her and squeezed her body with all his young strength. His hands were on her naked flesh-her waist, her back and shoulders, her round, exciting ass! He pressed his open wet mouth into her neck and frantically kissed and sucked her jawline and cheek and ear. She smelled so good, his nostrils quivered and distended. His wide sturdy hands cupped her asscheeks daringly, and when she didn't immediately jerk away, his heart pounded harder. He could feel his prick pushing at his underwear and the stiff fabric of his jeans. The young cock was so hard and full of blood and so ready! Bobby felt happier than ever before in his life, but at the same time he'd never felt more frustrated. No matter how much his hands roved frantically over her warm, yielding flesh, it wasn't enough!
"Goooossshhhh," he moaned, "you're killing me, Aunt Nola! A cold shower isn't gonna help at all ... gollllyyyy, I can't stand it!"
He was so young and sweet, Nola couldn't stand it either. She knew what pain he must be in, and her heart melted at the thought. Poor little boy, he didn't know enough about women and sex to know that she was as hot as he was. A grown man would have thrown her on the sofa or even the floor, at this point, and fucked her senseless! In a way she wished her nephew were a real man, and would do just that; but in another way, she was glad for his young innocence.
"Bobby," she said, pulling back a little, "Auntie knows what a hard-on you've got. You'd better jerk off right now and get it over with. Go ahead, I don't mind watching."
Matter of fact, she'd just love to watch! She was curious to see his cock, know how it compared to a full grown man's, and find out how much spurting jism it could jet out.
When he didn't answer, she said, "You do know how to jerk off, don't you? Masturbate-whatever you call it?"
"Nooooo," he lied, his brown eyes opening wide.
"Oh, dear, I thought all boys knew that! Well now, honey, you just-sit down here in this chair and open your fly." She pushed him back, her hands clinging to his slim hips. "Wait a minute, Aunt Nola will do it for you." As the boy straightened out as much as he could in the chair, she took the metal tab and eased it down the stiff fabric. It wasn't easy to do, particularly with the growing bulge of his young manhood pushing out the front of his jeans. But once it was done, his turgid flesh poked right through the front opening in his Jockey shorts. Nola gasped in surprise and pleasure. "My goodness, Bobby, but you really do have a hard-on!"
The boy was uncircumcised and his hard young cock looked smooth and glossy, the white skin tender and thin over the throbbing organ. Her fingers pushed at the fleshy covering, exposing the tiny eye with its gleaming drop of semen poised on the tip. "Ooooohhhh," Nola said and sighed. "What a beauty! Bobby, you're so manly I can't believe it!"
The boy flushed with pride. Like all youngsters he'd had his doubts about himself and sometimes secretly compared the length and width of his prick with those of other boys, when they showered in the gym at school. And now he was having the pleasure of being admired by a full grown woman, as well as the purely physical excitement of feeling her hands on his needy cock.
"Ummmm, it's good enough to eat!" Impulsively Nola bend down and licked the warm heavy rod, her tongue lapping it from top to bottom, stem to stern. Saliva flowed freely from her pretty mouth and her nose crinkled up at the delightful musky boycock smell. New lust churned at the pit of her stomach as she curled her dropping tongue around the sweetness of his throbbing organ.
Bobby put a hand on each side of her head and said urgently, "Eat it, Auntie! Eat my prick!"
Recalling herself, she let go after one last lingering glide of her tongue. "The idea was to show you how to do it yourself," she said and laughed, "and I doubt if you could get your own tongue to it!"
"Show me later," he urged. "Come on, please! Suck it!"
"First things first," Nola answered. Her slender fingers roved up and down the warm young fuck flesh. Finally her hands formed a circle around his prick. "Push into my hands, Bobby," she said. "Move up and down-that's it!" As his ass bounced back and forth in the chair, she kept her fingers firm yet yielding.
The boy stared down in fascination, watching his own cock with the exciting circle of her hand on it, his aunt's flushed face and sparkling eyes. A little pink corner of her tongue stuck out from her mouth as she helped him in complete absorption. Wow, jerking off myself was nothing like this! Jeeze, if I get any more excited I'm going to pop right in her hands! Squirt cum all over her face! Make a fool of myself, but who cares! Aloud, he groaned: Uuuuuuggggghhhhh! OOWWWWWWW! I'M CCCUUUMMMMMMIIINNNGGG ... Aunt Nola, I'm cumMMMINGGGGG!"
Moments later it happened just like he thought it would. His loins shot forth their steaming load and his hot sticky boycum spurted frothily over her fingers, leaving a milky hot liquid on her still-moving hands. Individual drops of his cum spattered wide, staining her lovely rosy cheeks and even staining her pretty mouth! Bobby felt like something tight inside him had let loose and he sprawled back in his chair, still watching his aunt through half-closed eyes. He puffed and sighed, wishing the wonderful moment would never end. But his quickened heart-beat gradually slowed and a delicious languor came over him.
Reluctantly, Nola let go of his limp prick. At his age, she knew, it could be hard again in seconds. Still, the masturbation session hadn't been long enough for her. Even as she squatted back on her heels, she had to squirm her bare ass against the hardwood floor. It'd felt so cool before, but her body heat had warmed it almost unbearably! But the greatest heat was inside her, pulsing under her hairy triangle, making her outer cuntlips puffy over the slick damp pink flanges of her pussy. She wanted to be poised and cool in front of her nephew, but she couldn't help herself. She sighed deeply and let her shapely thighs hang apart, as she supported herself on her arms. If she could only have cum when Bobby did! She'd been so close to it, without even any direct stimulation-just from pulling on the boy's dong! So close! And now she was on the verge of tears because of the insistent beating and throbbing inside her pussy! She had to have some relief or she'd go crazy!
"Bobby," she panted, "Bobby, you've got to help me ... I gotta get off, gotta get off!" She mumbled so from her wet lips that the boy could hardly make out the words, but he slipped from the chair and kneeled beside her.
"What's the matter, Aunt Nola? What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" His arms went around her and he cuddled her close, but that wasn't what Nola wanted or needed.
"Here! Down here!" She moved his hand to her wet crotch and Bobby understood at once.
"Jeeezzze!" This after all was what he'd wanted, too! His short wide palm covered her hot slit, the heel of his hand on her clitoris, his middle fingertip slipping into the crack of her ass and resting loosely on the round brown anus. For a moment that was all he wanted or all he could handle, and Nola relaxed for a moment also, the soft pressure easing her craving desire. Then her hips hunched forward to deepen the pleasure, and she took Bobby's fingers in her own. "Here, rub here ... but gently!" She showed him how to move a finger up and down next to her upstanding clit, because the direct pressure was too much for the nerve-rich organ.
"Shhhhittttt," she slurped, her eyes narrowing to slits as the steam rose inside her. "Oooohhhh, that's goodddd! Easy, careful, go easy, honey!"
The boy watched and listened, fascinated, at the effect he was having on his aunt. When he moved his fingers deeper inside the viscous opening-"Yes, yessss!" she hissed-he could feel all those mysterious female things he'd been so curious about. The smell of her sex rose into his nostrils. He stroked up and down, guided by her moans and the involuntary wiggling of her ass and belly. Then, overcome by love and lust that flooded his heart, he sprawled on the floor beside her and put his face up in that hairy wet crack. Her moisture coated his nose and mouth and chin, and he licked at her hot organs, lapped like a puppy drinking water, his tongue strong and firm and probing.
Nola leaned back on the hard floor, supporting her head on her hands, her eyes half closed in ecstasy. "Oh, what heaven ... what a boy! Lick it, baby, suck it, stick that hot tongue up me! What a finger-fucking, tongue-sucking kid you are! Go on, don't stop Bobby, don't stop now, DON'T STTOPPPPPH More, more, MORE, MORE, MORE!" Her curvaceous body wriggled and twisted in an agony of delight, her hips moving insistently, beating the wide plane of her open pussy down on his boyish face. "Shit, shit, SHIT!" she hollered. "I'm getting off, I'm getting off, I'M CUMMING TOO! BOBBY! KEEP IT UP, I'M CUMMING!"
Bobby felt the rapid vibration against his lips and teeth and tongue as her orgasm swept over her, and he planted a final kiss as deep inside her as he could go. He felt strange himself and discovered to his surprise when he sat up that he'd had an erection and cum too, almost without knowing it! He looked at his cock growing visibly smaller as it squirted out the last steaming liquid and grinned. Gosh darn it, but that was something!
It was a totally different woman who stepped briskly into the shower twenty minutes later. She sudsed her svelte body and rubbed shampoo into her hair, with a smile on her face and happiness bubbling up inside her. Oh, sure, her conscience was going to hurt later on-but that wouldn't be until tomorrow! For one thing, this evening would be too busy to give her time to brood. For another, her body still seemed to be in charge of her mind and it kept saying that everything was all right, fine, great, marvelous!
She tied her long silky brown hair back with a red ribbon, and put on the coolest summer dress she owned. Just a touch of red lipstick and she was ready! She grinned to herself, knowing she'd never looked better. Would Mr. Hutchens, the banker who gave her such appreciative looks and nice tips, notice the difference? If he did, he'd never dream what had happened to her!
She locked King into her apartment, but not without a quick check beneath the dog's long coat. His hard-on was gone-good! She felt sorry for him because a human had taken his place. "Just you wait, King, I'll get you off yet," she said and giggled. "Bobby or no Bobby!"
The opening of the new bank building was the biggest event in town in years, and come to think of it, she was surprised nobody had been over during the afternoon with last-minute ideas or worries. Hutchens was bringing bartenders in from the city, but he'd asked Nola to cater the affair. It was really a compliment, she thought, and she'd spent a lot of time organizing and planning. Three local girls who helped out in the hotel dining room were waiting for her in the kitchen, and the next few hours were frantically busy ones. They cut bread into fancy shapes and piled on ham spread and egg salad and cheeses and even caviar, from the big bowls Nola set out. There were dips, too: cheese and clam and crabmeat. Trays and trays of tiny drumsticks made out of chicken wings came from the freezer. The girls rolled hundreds of slices of ham with cream cheese and chives inside, fastening them with toothpicks. Nola's hotel was famous for its meals but that was good country cooking, not delicacies like shrimp and canapes. She'd been worried for fear the spread was not elegant enough. Now, as the girls began to carry bowls of shiny black olives and salty nuts across the street, she had to admit that she'd done a good job. Relaxed as she was, how could anything go wrong?
Humming happily, she picked up a tray. She'd hardly made the front sidewalk when she was stopped by a man who blocked her way-a stranger, a black man! Negroes were rare in town and she instinctively felt threatened and stepped backward, still balancing the big tray. The man's face was shiny and black, with a white puckered scar running down one side. When he smiled, as he was trying to do, the scar pulled up one side of his mouth and turned the smile into a vicious leer.
"Wh-what do you want?" Nola quavered.
"You the boss-lady of this hotel?" When she nodded, he went on. "Me and my partner want a room for the night. That's him over there, parking the car."
The other man, climbing out of the dusty sedan, was hardly more reassuring. He was white, but he looked like a tough. Nola knew right away she didn't want those men in her hotel, especially when she was alone except for Bobby and the dog. But before she could say a word, the black man went on with a threatening note in his voice.
"Now, don't be telling me the hotel's full, lady, because we know that ain't true. And we don't want no trouble, get it? We won't make any if you don't start none."
Nola read the papers; she knew she didn't dare refuse, even though it wasn't the man's color but his threatening looks that made her want to refuse them. Damn, why did this have to happen now? If Big Mac or any of her other regular tenants were here, they'd take care of this guy fast enough! But she knew she didn't have any choice at the moment.
"If you'll wait in the lobby a minute," she said, "I'll show you a room."
She meant to tell the sheriff about her two new guests the first chance she got, and ask him to keep an eye on the place. As it happened, with all the excitement of the Open House, she didn't get that chance. By the next time she saw him, it was too late.
CHAPTER THREE
Nola felt a hand, warm and confident, cupping one of her asscheeks. Since she had a heavy bowl in each hand, she could hardly whirl away but she cast a startled look over her shoulder. Mr. Hutchens' breath, warm and whiskey-laden, blew against her ear.
"You've done a marvelous job, my dear," the banker said. "As I knew you would, of course." The banker's metal-rimmed glasses bumped against her cheek as he planted a moist kiss on her mouth. "I've watched the way you run the hotel, and I admire you very much, Nola. After this is over-tomorrow-perhaps we can have a little talk, hmmmm? Go somewhere quiet for dinner?"
Nola wanted to giggle. She knew the banker was a widower, and she also knew he had an eye for her. He always had a warm smile for her, and he'd begun eating lunch at the hotel every day. But he wasn't her idea of a romantic love partner! She put the two bowls on the table in front of the teller's windows, and shot a quick glance around. What would people say if they saw Mr. Hutchens squeezing her ass? But most of the crowd was in the main part of the bank, nobody was looking.
"Why Mr. Hutchens-"
"Call me Frank."
"Frank. I, uh, think that would be very nice. If you still want to tomorrow."
"You think I'm just drunk, don't you! But I tell you, Nola, I've been thinking about this for a long time. It's been two years since my wife died and I'm a lonely man. Of course in a small town, and considering my position, I have to be careful. But you can believe it, I've had my eye on you!"
And now he had something else on her, a hand that roved up and down her pink cotton dress, lingering a moment at her waist and then lower again, defining the two round buttocks for a moment as he pressed between them.
More people came in then and he moved away in a dignified hurry. Nola went on with her work but her mind was in a turmoil. Would she like Mr. Hutchens-Frank-as a lover, or as a husband? It was scary to think of marrying a man like that, and having to live up to his position. She wondered how old he was, and decided he must be about forty-five. She had to laugh at how lonesome and horny she'd been just a few hours ago, and now all sorts of opportunities were popping up! The handsome collie, King, and her nephew Bobby, and now Frank Hutchens. Who knew what else might happen before the night was over!
The party ended finally. Nola's helpers had taken all the empty dishes and platters across the street to the hotel kitchen to be washed in the morning. Nola herself was ready to leave when Frank showed up again.
"I'll just see you in," he said. "It's almost midnight."
He walked her across the street and added, "Those bank robbers are still loose, you know. Did you hear it on the six o'clock news? They robbed a bank in Cleveland and were headed this way, and the news said they were armed and dangerous."
Nola's mind instantly flashed to her two new tenants, but before she could say a word, Frank had her inside the door and pressed up against the wall. His mouth covered hers in a sloppy wet kiss, and his body pressed her tight to the paneling. His hands seemed everywhere at once, roaming her body, and finally ending up at his favorite place, cupped around her ass. His tongue shot out and filled her mouth, crowding her own tongue and mixing his saliva with hers. Frank Hutchens was a medium-sized man, but broad in the shoulders. His arms were strong from all those Sundays of golf. Nola, still with the door key in her hand, felt overpowered and almost suffocated. The wooden paneling pressed uncomfortably into her shoulder blades. Still, she felt the old familiar heat begin to build in the pit of her belly. She wiggled her pelvis in closer and then she suddenly remembered who it was that was crowding her like this. It wouldn't do to let him go too far-no, indeed! He might get the idea that she was easy. And the whole thing was just too complicated. The bank held a mortgage on the hotel and that was important, even if the debt was paid up ahead. It wasn't that she owned the hotel, but she was responsible to the owner for its success or failure. Screwing the banker might be a very good idea or a very bad one, she had no way of knowing.
Besides, Bobby and King were waiting for her.
She worked her hands up to where she could push gently at his shoulders. "Now, now, Frank," she said when she could draw breath.
He didn't want to quit. He lunged at her and his hands grabbed her tits hard, and his knee came out to separate her legs.
Oh-Oh, Nola thought, I'm gonna get it now, I'm gonna get fucked right here in the hallway whether I like it or not. Frank isn't gonna quit till he dips his wick in me good, and I don't even know if I want him to or not!
Suddenly the hall lights flashed on. Pulling away, Frank stood panting, his head swaying back and forth like a bull's. He blinked and said, "Damn it, Nola, I'm sorry-I think. I want you so bad I-but this isn't the way, is it? Who turned the lights on, though? I thought you were alone."
You did, did you? So that's what turned you on! Aloud, she said, "My nephew Bobby, my sister's boy, is staying with me for a while."
"Oh!" Frank jumped as if he'd been stung. "I'll give you a ring tomorrow, Nola."
He was hardly out the big front door when light blasted through her apartment door. Nola, expecting Bobby, had one more surprise coming to her. Her two new tenants, the vicious-looking Negro and his ugly white friend, stood just inside the apartment. And they had guns! One pointing at her, one leveled against Bobby's terrified face.
"Get your ass in here, lady, and snap it up!"
"Oh, Nola," Bobby cried out when they were bolted and chained inside, "they've been here for hours, waiting for you! They're hiding out! We're hostages!"
She was too stunned to take it all in at once, but she knew these must be the two escaped bank robbers. Hiding out in her hotel! If she behaved herself, they warned, she and Bobby would be all right. Otherwise-She didn't need to have them spell it out. Murder was in their faces, murder and a cruel disregard for everyone else but themselves.
Trembling and fearful, she sank into a chair. She tried to remember what names they'd signed on the register, but her mind wasn't functioning. But they were careless; they called each other by name. The white man was Beetle, that must be a nickname of some sort. The black man with the ugly puckered scar was Jake.
"H-how long are you going to be here?" she quavered.
"No longer than we have to," Jake answered grimly. "And don't try anything funny, get me? You can run the hotel, go about your business as usual tomorrow. But-one word to anyone, and the kid here is dead. We ain't kidding, get me?"
Her brain began to work again. They let me see their faces, hear their names. Which means they'll never leave me here alive no matter what happens! And Bobby too! He's seen them, he's old enough to describe them, to testify, to pick their faces out of a crowd. And as she discovered, once she and Bobby had been locked up for the night, her nephew had the same understanding.
"At least they shut us up together in your bedroom," he said. "Remember what we planned to do tonight? We can still have our fun."
"Oh, Bobby," she said, exasperated, "how can you think of fun at a time like this? Sex is the last thing on my mind now!"
"How can I help it? If they're gonna kill me-I'm only thirteen years old, Aunt Nola! I don't want to die before I even know what it's all about!"
"Oh!" She hadn't thought of it that way before. Looking at her young nephew, tears filled her eyes. Such a handsome boy, and so sweet and dear! But he was right; it would be terrible to die without having lived at all. She turned to him impulsively, throwing her arms around his sturdy shoulders. "But, Bobby, they promised they wouldn't hurt us. We're hostages. As soon as the heat's died down, and the cops think they've left the area, they'll go. Well be all right then."
"Sure they will," he said scornfully. "That's why they let us see their faces, so we could identify them later."
She knew he was right and fear swept over her. "Oh, Bobby," she cried into his manly shoulder. "I don't want to die either! I want to live!"
"We'll get away somehow," he said consolingly, "but meantime...."
His hands worked up and down her back. In spite of the heat of the evening, she shivered with excitement. Those terrible men were in the living room, separated only by a thin wall and a not very sturdy door. But in spite of what she'd said, she was as sexually aroused as she'd ever been in her life. Maybe it was the fear of death that made her feel so warm and breathless. She could hear then-voices talking, once in a while laughing. They were probably counting the money they'd stolen! She pressed up closer to Bobby and felt the hard ridge of his cock against her leg. Suddenly she wanted it so bad she couldn't stand it. Her mouth watered juicily as she remembered its smooth young perfection.
It had been quite a day, Nola thought, and one she'd never forget. The time when she looked at the dirty pictures in Big Mac's room seemed a lifetime ago. But that was what had started her off, made her so susceptible to the big collie's ardent busy tongue. And then being caught in the act by Bobby, jerking him off and having him eat her pussy. Ummmmm, but that had been good! She was still so hot during the evening, like a bitch in heat, she told herself, and maybe Mr. Hutchens the banker had sensed it. Remembering the way his hand squeezed her buttocks, she wondered what the dignified man had in mind. He wasn't really so old, it was his position as president of the bank which made him seem to belong in another world. Was he just looking for some easy nooky, or did he have more serious ideas in mind? Nola couldn't imagine herself married to a man like that, it was too remote from anything she'd known!
But he'd done his part in building the hot desire that surged inside her!
King whined, still snuffling at the door. She'd had her hands full, keeping him from attacking the two robbers! And it was one thing the men hadn't planned on, though obviously they'd known she was alone in the hotel with Bobby. They'd have shot the dog if they'd dared risk the noise!
Bobby squeezed her tightly, his face pressing into her neck. His hands found the zipper at the back of her summer dress, and began to inch it down. "Please, Aunt Nola," he whimpered. "Come on, you promised!"
"Welllll," she hesitated, thinking how awful it would be to have the robbers burst in on a scene like that.
"Come on," he coaxed. "I just want to see how you look naked. You're so pretty, Aunt Nola! I won't touch you if you don't want me to, honest! I just want to look!"
"You young devil," she said and laughed. "I can hear you telling that to the high school girls next year!" And then she remembered there might not be a next year for Bobby. She held herself still while he slipped the pink dress off her velvety white shoulders.
"Ummmm, that's so nice!" He nuzzled the warm flesh that bulged from the top of her white cotton bra. His tongue shot out, licking and lapping the sweaty warmth. His hands went again to her back, where they pulled at the sturdy hooks of her bra. She was ready to help him but he finally managed to get it open.
"It was too hot for a slip," she said defensively.
"I'm glad," he answered hoarsely, pulling the straps away from her skin. "Oh, golly! Your tits are so beautiful I can't stand it!" He cupped each bouncing breast in a hand, looking down with boyish awe. He could see the red marks where her bra had been tight and he ran his tongue across each angry stripe. "You should never have to wear a bra at all!"
"I'd be run out of town in a hurry," she said, laughing.
His tongue swirled across her round white boobs, his nose sniffing in the rose-petal scent of her skin. She was so beautiful, so warm and exciting, so female! Bobby's heart rose in his throat and tears stood in his eyes. This was the whole mystery and sweetness of life, right here in his hands! Her rosy tits swelled and hardened under the wet ministrations of his probing tongue. He gulped a mouthful of female flesh, his tongue exploring the curious firm little buds. His hands pushed at her dress, shoving it down over her flaring hips. It was all so exciting, he couldn't stand it!
Putting his arm around her waist, he urged her over to the bed. "Come on, Aunt Nola, stretch out here." The bra was dangling from her arms and the boy pulled it away and threw it across the room. Then he carefully, almost reverently, pulled her dress off her ankles and gave it a toss too. The white cotton panties slipped easily off her thighs and over her feet. Then he could see the prominent brown triangle of her muff, tantalizingly framed by the white garter belt and sheer nylons.
Nola arched her back and undid the fastening of her garter belt. "Careful with the nylons," she warned, smiling at his serious flushed face.
Bobby slid each stocking down her round thighs, off her calves and ankles. He peeled them away and put them on the dresser. He stood over the bed, his eyes never leaving her lewd naked body, while his jeans came down and were kicked across the room. Nola's eyes fastened on the long full mound that pushed at the front of his Jockey shorts. She licked her lips, anticipating the moment when the cotton underpants went down and the big fat organ sprang into life. She watched Bobby tug at his T-shirt, freeing his head with a shake and tossing his last bit of clothing across the room.
When he stood proud and naked in front of her, love and lust flooded through her heart and mind. Whimpering a little, licking up the spit from the corners of her mouth, she held out her arms.
"Oh, you sweet boy, come to mama," she crooned.
Bobby looked down at his hard-on, secretly pleased with its stiffness and length. He was a man where it counted, he told himself. This time he was determined to have more of his pretty aunt, to discover all the secrets that the kids whispered about, to try sticking his prick in her warm cunt. But first he fell on his knees on the side of the bed. He wanted to see for himself, he wanted to know everything about females inside and out! His hands pushed her thighs apart. There it was, the pale rosy mouth opening in the dark jungle of her pussy-hairs. The boy ran one finger softly along the fragrant edge, feeling the moisture that oozed from her cunt. His blunt boyish fingertip glided up and down, seeing the gulping mouth open wider to show the deeper red of her viscous organs. The shiny marble of her clit was exposed, swelling as he gently teased and excited her.
The sweet yet acrid odor of her juices wafted into his nostrils, stimulating all the nerves in his body. Bobby bent down and put his head between her legs, the way he'd done in the afternoon. There the lewd scent was stronger, filling his nose and tickling his taste buds. His tongue touched the yielding flesh, sliding up and down her slit, lingering over the tumescent clit, finally probing up into the uneven wet flanges of her inner lips.
Nola moaned and switched her hips back and forth on the bed. With both hands, she clung to the bedposts, trying to hold still and let the boy do what he wanted. But she couldn't help it, her hips bobbed up and down, shoving her hungry, quaking cunt harder against his darling mouth and tongue.
"Oh, Bobby, Bobby, get your dick inside me," she moaned. "Fuck me this time, oh, shit I need it so bad, fuck Aunt Nola, pull-lleasse! Put your big dong in me, shove it in, I need you so much!"
Forgotten was all thought of incest, the one thing she'd been determined wouldn't happen. The circumstances were so changed, the old rules didn't seem to apply. She and Bobby were prisoners in her own hotel, with almost certain death looking them in their faces. What difference did it make that this little boy was only thirteen years old, that he was her blood relative, her own sister's child? It might have been important in the afternoon, but by night it was of no consequence whatsoever! That terrible word, incest, never entered her mind. She let go the bedposts and tugged at his shoulders, knowing she had to have that big pulsing whang in her no matter whose it was!
Bobby hunched awkwardly over her writhing body, his cock aimed in the general direction of her cunt and pushing against it. With his fingers he opened the fluttering wet lips and shoved forward. The smooth hot tube of flesh poked perhaps an inch inward, sending shuddering vibrations over his whole body. Determinedly, he hunched again and his prick went in as smoothly as if it were greased. "Ohhhhh," he said, surprised by the ecstatic thrills that shot through him. He seemed to know as if by instinct what to do next, but he did it clumsily. His firm ass moved back and forward, pounding against her upturned pussy.
Even through the hot lust in her loins, Nola was touched and amused by his boyish awkwardness. A little smile played over her sculptured lips as she reached for his hands and brought them down under her own creamy buns. "Lift me up, Bobby," she whispered.
The boy did as he was told and immediately found that it was more comfortable, that he had greater access to her slippery depths. He leaned over her, feeling his own hot breath bounce back from her naked body, and supported himself on his elbows.
"Golly ... golly ... JEEZZZE!" He all but shouted. He didn't have words to tell his darling aunt how he felt, or even describe it to himself. All he knew was that nothing else in the world had ever felt so good, been so good, in his thirteen years. He'd thought pitching the winning game in Little League was the biggest event possible. But now he knew better!
The boy plunged his virginal cock again and again into her warmly, wetly clutching cunt, settling down into a hard steady fuck rhythm that brought gasps of pleasure to his panting mouth. His hands grabbed her first by the shoulders, then by the hips, then back to the shoulders where his fingers left white marks in her soft flesh. His young animal strength took over from his mind and slammed harder as he pushed her down toward his punishing prick. Bobby'd forgotten where he was, who he was, even the identity of the luscious body moving and jerking under his. All he knew was that this was his first piece of ass and it had him completely out of control!
"Goodddddd," Nola panted. "Oh, shit, oh, dear, oh, Bobby, it's so good!" She babbled and whined and whimpered; one part of her brain urged her to keep quiet, although she'd forgotten the reason, but she couldn't stop the panting words that spewed out of her mouth. "Give it to me, baby, sock it in, do it, do it, DO IT! Bobby, that's my Bobby, my baby ... you sweet thing ... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME HARDER DAMN rTTTT! That's the way, shove your hard cock up me, slower now, Bobby, slow and easy ... oh, that's good, that's right ... now harder and faster, screw me, baby, oh, SCREW!"
Her body moved constantly, writhing as if she were in pain, and shoving forward and back to his steady beat. She thought she was on fire, blazing, flaming, burning to cinders! It'd been so damn long since she'd been fucked! And even then, George was no match for this hot young stud. She guided the movements of the pulsating instrument in her wet cavity, switching from side to side, shoving down so she was impaled more deeply than ever. He might be only a boy but he was some hot fucker! Nola felt herself building up to a climax, her muscles going taut and that terrible tension taking over so she thought she'd die if it wasn't released! She shoved down so her quaking clit got the full benefit of that delicious rasping against his root.
Drunkenly she tossed her head from side to side, her long brown hair swinging wildly. "Come on, come on, baby, make it! Give it to me harder ... oh, Bobby, now! Now! NOW!" Every little nerve-ending was on fire when her cum broke over her, washed over her, swept her away into blissful heaven. Bobby was still pounding his prick inside of her but more slowly, with a broken beat.
"I'm cumming now too ... cumming inside you ... CUMMING INSIDE YOU, AUNT NOLA! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
He gasped and choked as his full balls shot their load out, spewing the steamy white liquid deep inside and bathing his aunt's still quivering fuck cavity with sticky sperm. His heart pounded unmercifully and his mouthful of saliva had dried, leaving him open-mouthed and panting. His heart beat so hard he thought it would break through his chest! Tears stood in his eyes and the satisfied youngster leaned down, resting his head on the womanly tits of his aunt. "Oh, Aunt Nola," he said and sighed, "that was just too much."
She cuddled him, liking the weight of his young body stretched against her own. Shoving the hair back from his sweaty forehead, she kissed him lightly. "Sweet baby," she crooned in utter contentment.
For the first time she realized that King had gotten up on the bed with them. The collie tried to shove his nose in between their wet, clinging bodies, whining, his cold nose and wet tongue reaching for the drying, acrid secretions on their thighs and bellies.
"Poor ole King," Bobby said, grinning. "He got aced out this time, didn't he? ... Aunt Nola, I wanted to ask you, um, exactly what you were doing with the dog. I mean, I've heard jokes about dogs but I, um, I didn't know if...."
"I didn't know either," Nola said cheerfully. "This was just something that happened. I haven't had time to think about it since, but you know, Bobby, I've wondered myself. King seemed to know what he was doing. Do you suppose that woman, well, do you think she'd trained him to do that?"
"I dunno, could be!" They petted the dog, trying to make the moment last, hating to return to their hard reality. But a heavy knock on the door brought them back to the fearsome present. They were still prisoners, still facing death, still terrified of their rough armed jailers.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Quiet down in there! If you're gonna have hysterics, lady, we'll have to tape up that loud mouth of yours!"
Bobby and Nola looked at each other, terrified all over again.
"I'd almost forgotten," she said.
"Me too."
They climbed into bed naked, arms around each other, bodies clinging close. Nola was so tired she thought she could sleep on the floor and not even notice how hard it was. The day had been one shock after the other, any one of them enough to make her totally exhausted. But King, she discovered, wasn't ready to sleep yet. They shoved him off the bed time after time, but he kept climbing back on. His long slender nose poked between her round thighs, no matter how she switched around in the bed. It was much too hot for a sheet and besides, when she pulled one over her lower body, he began to lick her soft tits until they swelled and grew hard again. Then he took hold of the sheet between his big teeth and pulled it to the floor. He was back at her instantly, his tongue probing the damp, semen-stained flesh between her legs.
Not only that, but he barked softly to get her attention-but not softly enough. They could hear the men in the next room grumbling about the noise. "Here's a knife," one of them said. "Kill the damned dog if he won't shut up."
Kill King? And what next, after their blood lust was aroused?
Frantically, Nola whispered to the big animal and petted him. She could see what his problem was. Not for the first time that day, he'd gotten a hard-on and with nothing but his own tongue to relieve himself. Of course he had smelled the hot pungency of human sexuality, and consequently he was going wild. She could sympathize with him, all right, especially when she saw the angry red tube sticking out from his loins. He wanted to get laid just like everybody else, and his canine brain couldn't understand why he was the only one excluded!
"Poor King," she said, "look at the hard-on he's got, Bobby. He's never going to settle down till we do something about it."
Bobby looked taken aback. "We?" he said.
Nola laughed. "Well, me. I guess I'm the one responsible in the first place. Damn, I wish I wasn't so tired." She remembered how her day of sexuality and terror had started, and her soft heart couldn't stand the thought of King's obvious distress.
"Come here, old boy," she whispered, "let Nola help you. That's a good doggie, yeah, stand right there." It was funny how the thought otf touching a dog's prick didn't bother her any more, as if the events of the day had burned out a lot of the morals imposed by society. She didn't even mind knowing her nephew was watching since he'd already caught a glimpse of her new bestiality.
Lying on her back with the dog straddling her, Nola curled her slender fingers around the slick scarlet cock. It was so hot, she thought it'd burn her hands! No wonder King was so miserable! The dog snuffled at her belly with his nose while she stroked up and down, hoping she was doing it right, hoping that dogs were enough like men that King could get his rocks off with a hand-job. For a few minutes it seemed all right. King hunched his hind quarters forward and she'd swear that the corners of his long mouth turned up in a grin, while his long black tongue lolled out over his teeth.
Bobby watched, fascinated, half admiring and half revolted. His mama had told him her sister was a wonderful person, but he doubted she knew the full extent! But Nola was so brave, so good, making himself and even the dog happy, with those two murderers just beyond the flimsy door! True, the door was bolted on the inside but that wouldn't stop anybody who really wanted in! The boy licked his dry lips, and looked down at his stained little nubbin. Golly, it was getting bigger again, looking more man-like every second! He had to play with it a little bit, just to keep his aunt company!
So quickly she wasn't sure how it happened, Nola found her hand thrown aside and the dog's tumescent prick rubbing hard against her dry slit. The quick friction brought her juices flowing again and sent a fiery bolt shooting through her belly. Her jaw dropped open and her eyes grew wide.
Would he, could he? She'd asked herself that question earlier, and it looked as if the answer was yes! King's paws scrabbled awkwardly at her shoulders as his hot dong poked inside her half an inch, exciting her even more. But King was whining as he did when he was unhappy, and she realized the position was awkward for him. Remembering how dogs mounted bitches, she turned her body over and humped her ass high in the air. The grateful bea ;t licked her asshole appreciately, then clung with his forepaws as he tried to shove his sore cock into the one place that would heal it.
Nola felt the tip of the prick nuzzling first her anus, then dipping down to her moist gaping slit, then back to the little brown hole, like a dimple in the depths of her ass. "No, no, King, not there!" But she was too late! With a contraction of his mighty hindquarters, the dog shoved-and shoved-and shoved!
"Aaaiiiiii!" she gurgled, trying not to scream as a sharp pain radiated out from her violated anal opening. "Ooooohhhh! Migawdddd, King, you're gonna kill me!"
Bobby saw what was happening but he was too tired, and too absorbed in jacking off, to move quickly. He hauled his body to the end of the bed and put his arms around the collie's middle, trying to pull him backward. But all he succeeded in doing was tumbling off the foot of the bed.
"Ooofff! Awww! Owww!" Nola grunted each time King brought his whole force and weight on her, driving the burning prick deeper into her virgin asshole. She grabbed a pillow and tried to muffle the noises, all too conscious of the sudden death waiting for them in the next room. She was totally helpless, at the mercy of an animal who had no way of knowing that he was tearing, ripping, maybe destroying the delicate tissues of her anal opening. He couldn't stop if he wanted to, she knew that. The collie was programmed by nature to keep on plowing, to hold her thighs tight with his paws, to drive and pound and slam his cock until his life-giving semen spurted forth. "Helllllpppp," she groaned into the pillow.
But even as she called for help, the beautiful brunette became aware of something strange. Being cornholed hurt, you bet it did! At the same time it wasn't all pain ... wasn't all bad ... wasn't really the misery she'd expected. God, it's beginning to feel good ... so good! In a way like a tooth you keep pressing on to make it hurt ... but in another way, oh, lord, it is exciting! Yeah, yeah, keep it coming, bore right in there, good doggie! Hit 'em again harder! Fuck me, you mother-lovin' animal, fuck me good!
She didn't even know she was muttering all that out loud, till she saw Bobby's astonished face as he crawled back up on the bed. Nola would have giggled if she hadn't been too darn busy! Each hard forward beat of the dogdick sent her surging forward onto the pillows, each almost-withdrawal pulled her backward, the pink flesh of her inner fuck hole dragged out around the hard, punishing prick. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before! It was great, magnificent, fantastic! Nerve endings she never knew existed leaped into flaming exciting life! She felt the waves of her cum roll over her, but the dog didn't even slow down. Moments later she climaxed one more time, then again and again until it seemed like one unbelievable stretched-out orgasm.
Bobby's little prick grew and grew as he slid the skin frantically back and forth over the throbbing organ. His breath came harder and harder as he saw the look of glorious ecstasy on his aunt's face. "Gollllyyyy! I never knew it would be like this!" He found he was even jealous of the dog! Tomorrow-if I live long enough-he promised himself-I'm going to cornhole Aunt Nola myself! Whatever that dog can do, I can do better!
Nobody knew what thoughts passed dimly through the collie's mind, but it was obvious when he finally did cum. He growled deep in his throat and, stretching his head far forward, bit gently into the satiny skin of Nola's back. She felt the teeth grinding in but she wasn't frightened, just ecstatically tired and relieved. It did scare her, though, a moment later when King tried desperately to pull his prick loose, his claws scrabbling over her as he backed and backed, almost pulling her onto the floor.
Since Bobby had already cum, and because he'd watched dogs screwing as often as he got the chance, he realized at once what was happening. Sometimes the male couldn't pull his dick out. That big knot on his whang got caught up, somehow. Anxiously he petted the dog to calm him, and gradually helped work the prick out of its fleshy nest.
Then, at last, they slept; Nola and Bobby in a warm tangle of satiated flesh, the long-haired collie finding what coolness he could on the floor.
In the living room of Nola's small apartment, Beetle and Jake slept too. They'd spent a couple of hours dividing up the loot from the bank robbery, greedy-eyed, watching each other without trust. They thought they'd been very clever in covering their tracks. The white man, Beetle, had been in a tavern the week before and overheard some of Nola's permanent tenants talking. "Sure do hate to leave our lovely landlady all alone," one of them drawled, "but as long as the rest of you guys will be gone too, I reckon it'll be all right." In that instant, his plan was formed. He listened to the kidding conversation long enough to be sure who and where Nola was, and then hurried to tell Jake.
"This hotel's only twenty miles from the bank," he said. "And all the dudes who live there'll be gone on vacation at the same time-they all work at some kind of factory, and it's closing for two weeks. That's it, Jake! We'll be holed up there with the doll till the heat's off! The fuzz'll be looking everywhere but there!"
It had all worked out just as they planned. Their getaway car was locked in the hotel garage. They hadn't expected Bobby, but one young teenager was nothing to handle. They hadn't expected to find King, either, but Bobby, under threat from the guns, controlled the big dog.
"Dogs don't talk," Beetle growled.
"Neither do dead broads and little boys!"
They had a bottle of bourbon with them, and after the division of the loot they relaxed with some drinks. Originally they'd planned to take turns sleeping with one or the other always on guard, but the security of the small town hotel lulled their fears. Beetle, lying back in the big overstuffed armchair, propped his feet on the coffee table. He thought he was safe enough until morning. Jake was full of booze, pleased with the amount of their haul, satisfied for the moment. But Beetle didn't trust his partner. The ugly black man wasn't a race activist-he just naturally hated all whites, and Beetle knew he was no exception.
He knew too that Jake had his eye on their unwilling hostess. The luscious female with her rounded curves, her milky skin, her glowing brown eyes, would tempt any man. Beetle himself meant to rip off a piece before the end, and he wasn't worried about Jake's plowing the same furrow. No, what he feared was that Jake's appetites would urge him on too soon. They might need the gash before they got away and he knew the shape she'd be in when Jake got through with her. And what good was a dead or mutilated hostage?
The noises they'd heard from the bedroom-what was that all about? Jake took it for granted that the broad was having hysterics and the kid was trying to soothe her, calm her down. Beetle wasn't so sure. It was unbelievable that the woman-in her late twenties or early thirties-was shacking up with the little kid, her own nephew. Yet, the groans and gasps from behind the closed door didn't sound like hysterics to Beetle. He let his mind drift away, on the verge of sleep, imagining himself in full and total possession of the sexually exciting woman. That was a lot of pussy on the hoof! Dreamily he wondered about kidnaping her, enjoying her for more than an hour or two. Of course he'd have to knock her off in the end, but what a helluva good time he'd have for himself before then.
It was a damn fuckin' shame, he thought, that Jake had to get his kicks the way he did. It was a waste of a lot of good screwing-because when Jake finished with a gash, particularly a white one, there wasn't much of her left to enjoy. Beetle himself didn't get his jollies that way. Killing when it was necessary, that was one thing. But getting your rocks off from it disgusted him. He'd known the scene with Jake, of course, all along, and accepted it. But now that he'd seen the broad, he was having second thoughts.
What would happen if he double-crossed his partner? Come to that, if he was going to take the woman he might as well take the bucks too. And was his partner maybe thinking the same thoughts?
Sleep finally crept over him and he rolled his face into the arm of the chair and began to snore. Jake, sprawled on the sofa, was out of it, deep in sleep.
Behind the thin wooden door, Nola snuggled closer to Bobby. She knew she was scheduled to die-the next day, the day after?-and that she should be thinking, planning, conniving with her young nephew, trying to find a way to escape the evil men who kept her prisoner. But it had been such a very long day! She dreamed that the black man was firing a gun up into her cunt, but a prick came out instead of a bullet. She dreamed about the open house she'd worked at earlier, but in her fantasy everyone there was naked. Frank Hutchens was threatening to lock into the vault all the bare cocks that dangled between the naked thighs-all but his own-but the other men didn't want to give them up. She dreamed that she and King were fucking on top of the bank president's desk, and that Bobby was sticking his little hard-on into her asshole while they did it.
And, sometime before she woke up, she dreamed of an escape plan that, in her dream at least, seemed foolproof. When she woke up at ten o'clock in the morning, hearing the shrill voice of the telephone, it was the first thing in her mind. She wondered if she had the courage to try it.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Get the lead out in there!" Beetle kicked the bedroom door, knowing he should have taken that lock off before he went to sleep. "Answer the goddamn telephone!"
Nola slipped into a robe, careful when she went through the door so the men wouldn't see Bobby, naked in the rumpled double bed. King, who'd been waiting patiently for someone to let him out, made for the front door and barked, his plumed tail wagging.
"The phone! The phone! And watch what you say!"
Frightened all over again by the gun aimed at her head, Nola lifted the receiver. "Hello ... oh, Frank, sorry to keep you waiting ... I overslept I guess ... oh, that's all right...." With a scared glance at the bank robbers, she bit her lip. "Gosh, Frank, could we make it another day? I'm just beat. And besides, the kitchen's a mess. I don't think I should...." her voice trailed off as she listened and tried not to see the cruel interested look on Jake's face.
The black man was not exactly retarded, but he had trouble keeping more than one thought in his head at a time. It was this lack of intelligence which had caused him to spend so many years in the pen, and also to team up with Beetle even though the other man was a hated "honky." Beetle was supposed to do the planning, think ahead and keep them both out of trouble. At the same time he used him, however, Jake resented the other and nothing would please him more than to double-cross his partner.
Jake hadn't exactly forgotten about the white tail in the other room. Somewhere in the back of his mind was the knowledge that she existed, that she was a juicy piece of gash, and that he'd get around to fucking her sooner or later. The sight of her, disheveled from the night's sleep, wearing only a flimsy robe, brought her back to his immediate attention. Her soft brown hair, falling around her shoulders, had golden glints in it. Her face was flushed from sleep with the marks of the pillow still on one rounded cheek. Her dark eyelashes, long enough to look like the paste-on kind, fluttered over dove-like brown eyes. He liked the look of terror in them when she stared at him. Her mouth was a clear soft red and the way her white even teeth caught at the lower lip made him want to crush his own rubbery mouth against it.
The robe she clutched around herself, a flowery cotton batiste, barely concealed her luscious curves. Her full tits strained against the fabric, and her hips and round buttocks were full and saucy. Jake liked everything he saw, and he particularly liked the obvious fear he inspired in her.
Jake looked at his own huge hand, at the gnarled knuckles and wide spatulate fingers. The thought of seeing that mat-black hand on satiny white flesh fascinated him as it always had. He pulled aside the top of her robe with a quick movement and laid his hand, palm flat against the tit, across the suddenly revealed glossy white breast. What a pair of knockers! Shit, this one was really built!
Seeing the ugly hand on her intimate flesh, feeling the heavy pressure, Nola gasped. Then she said quickly into the phone, "I'll call you back, Frank," and hung up. Her eyes filled with disgust, she tried to back away.
Jake laughed. His fingers closed like a vise and tweaked the whole bouncing orb. The rosy little tit, now standing up against the hardness of his calloused palm, got a cruel painful twist.
"Ooohhhhh, don't!"
Jake laughed again, reaching for her with both hands, but Beetle stepped quickly in between. "Knock it off, asshole! It's too early for that, you dumb ape!"
"Who you callin' an ape," Jake grumbled, but he let himself be turned away. "Jus' wanted a little feel, what's the matter with that? Lady wants to feel a little black meat." He grinned again. "She's dyin' for it, just look at her!"
"You can have all the feels you want later," Beetle said firmly. "Right now, she's the cook and nothing more. Haul your ass in the kitchen, dummy, and get us some chow."
"I'll get dressed." Nola moved as fast as she could. She knew her girls would be in the kitchen cleaning up from the party, but she didn't dare confide in any of them. Bobby would be there, under the guns, every minute of the time!
To her relief, the clean-up was almost finished. She paid her helpers and sent them on their way. With a sinking heart, she knew that nobody else would be near the hotel-on business, at least-for the rest of the two-weeks' vacation. What in the world could she do? The black man frightened her, but it was Beetle's casual words that really sent cold chills through her. "It's too early for that"-too early to molest her, which implied that later on, there'd be plenty of time. In fact, he'd come right out and said it. "You can have all the feels you want later on." Feels-there'd be more to it than that! She shuddered uncontrollably at the memory of the big ugly black hand squeezing her boobs, and the evil smile on his scarred face. Simply dying wasn't bad enough, she'd have to endure his ferocious sexuality first!
Her plan of escape which'd seemed too futile suddenly began to look better. Anything, anything would be better than the treatment she instinctively knew she'd get from that black brute.
Beetle showed up to help her with the trays and she tried to appeal to him. "Look, we'll do everything you say. We'll-we'll both forget you were even here if that's what you want. Believe me, well protect you! But please, I beg of you! Don't let that black bastard get at me!"
"Sure, sure, you'll be okay."
He was lying and she knew it, and he knew she knew it. But Beetle didn't care. Once the idea of the double-cross hit him, he found he was more interested in the money, and getting rid of his stupid partner, than he was in having Nola for himself. Like her, he'd waked up with, a plan already in his mind. A plan that left him in sole possession of the money, with no witnesses and no lame-brain buddy to ruin it all by some stupid word or action. He'd get a taste of Nola, sure; but the world was full of ass, younger and more willing ass, for a guy with dough. Thinking of ass, he ran his hand ,iown the crack of hers, laughing when she jumped and almost dropped the tray. "Sure, baby, you're gonna be allllll right!"
After breakfast Nola and Bobby were shut in the bedroom again, but first Beetle knocked the bolt off with the butt of his gun. King had gone out the back door and she hoped he'd stay away. The dog growled at Jake and made the big man nervous.
"Nola, what're we gonna do?"
She looked around the bedroom again. The windows were as high and narrow as ever, and the bathroom window only opened into an air shaft. There was only one way to go, and she prayed it worked. She'd been too upset to try it while she cooked breakfast-in fact, she'd hardly had a chance. But they'd be hungry again and then-with any luck at all....
She brought the little bottle from the bathroom and explained what she meant to do with it.
"Sleeping pills! Gosh, Aunt Nola, what did you need with them?
Remembering what her life was like-when? Only a day and a half ago? she grinned. Some nights even masturbating didn't put her to sleep; some nights she ached so badly with frustrated lust that the sleeping pills were the only things keeping her going.
"Never mind that, Bobby, just listen. We want to jolly them along, keep them happy and, if possible, drunk. There's more booze in the kitchen and I'm going to offer it to them. I'll have to, uh, put on an act so they won't get suspicious, so don't you get all up-tight about it, hear me? I don't know if there's enough pills here to knock them out, but if they're drunk, it ought to be okay."
The men were suspicious at first when Nola complained of the heat in the bedroom, and said she was bored and wanted a drink. But in an hour they were sitting around the card table, playing 3-handed hearts, and Bobby was acting as unwilling bartender in between watching television. The boy sulked more and more as Nola entered into her role, laughing and drinking, but the men thought that was funny and kidded him. Jake cheated every chance he got, and she noticed that not even Beetle dared call him on it.
They let her go to the kitchen alone as before, but Beetle showed up just as she'd finished emptying the capsules into a bowl. Quickly she dumped an open can of tuna on top and turned the mixture into tuna salad sandwiches.
Unfortunately, Beetle didn't like tuna fish. He ate half a sandwich, then switched to ham-and-cheese. Nola closed her eyes for a moment of silent prayer. Did he get enough, combined with the whiskey, to knock him out? There was no question about Jake, who pushed his chair back and flopped on the sofa, and began to snore.
Beetle yawned and stretched. "Goddamn, a little sack time seems like a good idea." His beady suspicious eyes went from the beautiful brunette to her nephew. "But don't get any ideas, you two. I'll take care of you first."
Taking thin nylon cord from his pocket, he made Bobby lie face down while he tied the boy's feet, and then his hands tightly behind him. "That takes care of one. Come on, doll, you're going with me.
Pushing Nola ahead of him, he made her lie down on the far side of the bed before he tied her, both hands over her head and lashed to the bedpost. He stood there grinning down at her between yawns, and she had a good idea of what was coming next. If only the pills would hit him first! Her heart thudded heavily but she had to admit, she wasn't as frightened as if it'd been the other, whose bestial cruelty showed on his face.
Beetle wondered why he was so sleepy, but remembering the excitement of the robbery, the frantic escape, the worries and fears, he could understand it. Besides, the night spent sleeping in a chair hadn't helped much.
Triumph shone on his face as he looked down at the helpless girl. He'd better make her keep her mouth shut about this...."or I'll take apeshit off the leash as soon as he wakes up!"
"Yes, I understand."
He undressed slowly, enjoying the queazy expression on her pretty face. He didn't understand why she didn't look more frightened unless it was, like guys always said, that she was really dying for a fuck. Come to think of it, living here alone, she probably was. No shit! Well, he'd give her something good to remember before Jake went to work on her!
Nola could hardly believe it was she, lying there tied up while this stranger exposed his naked body in front of her fascinated eyes. If this had. happened two days ago, she'd have had the piss scared out of her! But somehow, after Bobby and the big collie, the idea of sexual intercourse with a man wasn't scarey at all. Or, hardly at all. Besides, he might fall asleep any minute! Meantime she surveyed him with curious eyes. He really looked better without clothes than he did dressed. His chest was shaggy with hair and she wasn't sure she liked that. But his shoulders were wide enough, his pot belly hardly stuck out at all. And what was below it was enough to take her mind off everything else. She gasped, sure that his hard-on was twice as big as her husband's. Were most adult men built like that? The stiff organ arched out from a mat of coarse black hair, and his hairy balls dangled behind it. He'd never been circumcised, and his enormous prick was as smooth as Bobby's-but bigger. The smooth shaft was swollen with blood and colored a purplish red, growing deeper in color toward the tip. God, was that big thing really going in her poor little pussy? She'd swear it'd come out through her tonsils! And the more she stared at it, the longer and harder and fatter it seemed to get!
Beetle followed her eyes and himself stared at his huge cock. He'd show her one time what a real man was like, before it was too late for the poor dumb chick. He licked his dry lips, knowing he'd never had a bigger hard-on, never felt more lustful and excited than now. Partly it was the beauty and obvious class of the girl who lay, still fully clothed, on the bed. He'd had plenty of nooky from the age of fourteen, but he had to admit not many of the broads he'd laid looked like her. And then, it made a dude feel good and manly to take what he wanted, not have to ask or beg.
Besides, his secret plan and triumph were burning in his mind. Everything was falling into place, everything was going right for him. In a way he was sorry he'd have to watch this girl die but that was the breaks. Somebody wins, somebody loses. Beetle had been a loser long enough; it was somebody else's turn. Thinking of the money gave him a charge that went directly to his tumescent cock, sending a tremor through it and swelling its pulsing head even bigger.
If only he weren't so sleepy.
With new arrogance he knead his way across the bed, and took hold of the neck of Nola's voile print dress. It split open with a ripping sound, and he yanked the scraps from under her and tossed them on the floor. Her wide brown eyes were watching every move. She wore only a white nylon bra and little pink satin panties underneath. Beetle reached back to his pile of clothes and fished his switchblade out of his pants pocket, loving the terror that spread over her face when the knife clicked open. She tried to suppress the scream and it came out in a shrill moan.
Wondering desperately if she'd misjudged the man, Nola lay still as death while the cold blade of the knife slipped under her bra strap. The white ribbon flew apart, and then the other one. His big hands fumbled for a moment and then he'd put the knife in the rosy valley between her boobs, and flicked upward. The two pieces of fabric separated and exposed the trembling satiny white orbs. Her nipples were soft and pale, lying on the brownish areola. She closed her eyes.
His mouth went over the roundness like a sucking baby's, his tongue making the flattened tits come to life. With a groan, hating herself, Nola knew her blood was simmering and her pussy beginning to itch. It was hard to think of him as an enemy when his tongue swirled hot and wet around the jellied contours of her breasts, and then made its fiery, thrilling way over her vihs and down her belly. Her hips twitched in spite of her resolve. The pink satin of her panties was caught up in her hairy crack and seemed twice as tight and annoying as it'd been a moment ago. She found she was glad to feel the chill of the knife blade in the little valley where her hips met her thighs. It sawed through one side, then the other. He whisked away the flap, pulling it out from under her ass. Nola wondered why she'd put on these special sexy panties that morning, instead of the sturdy white cotton ones she usually wore.
Once he saw her prominent pubic mound with the gaping pink mouth showing through the dark curly hair, Beetle knew he couldn't wait any longer. He was hot to go, his balls swelling, his whacker positively hurting. He was gonna have her, have it all, every fucking bit of her! With rough hands he separated the moist lips and slid his pecker between. One big shove and his cock was in! He stopped a moment then, squatting on his knees, grinning at his victim. He could feel the warm wet tightness of her sheath, the vaginal muscles gripping his organ. Waves of pure feeling rippled over him.
"Get on with it then!" Nola panted and squirmed, forcing her body downward so the shiny marble of her clit rubbed against the rough hairiness at the base of his belly. She told herself that this whole thing was degrading, that he was using her, that she was morally way above this rough thug. But it didn't make any difference because her body wasn't listening to her mind. Some important connection had given way, snapped as finally as her bra strap did when assaulted by the switchblade. Lust ruled her completely! She still had enough wits left to try and conceal that fact, but if he didn't move soon she knew she'd be begging him to fuck her!
So it's really true, marveled Beetle. Even the nice ones, even the pretty ones, want it as bad as men do! She wasn't fooling him any. All he had to do was look at her panting, open mouth and wriggling body, and feel her inner cunt muscles tightening and loosening around his hot prick. He lunged forward, his cock deep inside her, agitating even the newly discovered anal nerve endings. Back and forth, sawing away into her, breathing hard through his mouth, hanging onto her hips with hands that left whiter indentations on her ivory flesh.
"Uhhhhh," Nola groaned. "Eeeeehhhhh!" She began to babble the way she had with Bobby, forgetting the listening ears in the other room. "Do it, do it, you fucking bastard! Shove your cock in harder, harder, harder! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCCCKKKMEEEEE!"
Sweating and panting, he pounded his prick into the writhing female flesh with all his strength. It was good, so good, the best cunt he'd ever had. He put his hands under her thighs and lifted, opening the whole plane of her hairy cleft to his eyes and hands and smashing, punishing prick. Watching his hard fuck column slide in and out, slick and wet, he saw the clinging of her red inner cuntal flesh around the shaft, pulled outward with his pull and pushed inward with his forward drive. His balls were beginning to swell, the hairy sacs overloaded with hot male jism. He didn't want it to end, ever, but at the same time he pinched his ass muscles together and built toward orgasm. He wanted to wait for her, to see her in the throes of her cum and was gratified and fulfilled when her inner muscles first tightened, then vibrated, fluttering rapidly against his hard cock.
Her glorious cum washed over her, and she lay limp for a moment, satiated and calm. Then she felt him quicken, jabbing his dick in and out with a rapid rhythm, not deep but exquisitely fast, and felt the first hot drops of his sperm splashing in her wet cavity. In a moment it jetted out, spurting from his balls and bathing her with its white heat and stickiness.
"Oooohhhggg!" Beetle's sigh of satisfaction was drawn from deep within him, the tingling, marvelous relaxation seeming to start in his toes and fingers and spread languorously through his bull-like body. He dropped on her sweat-wet breasts and sighed again. "Aaaahhhhhh!"
"You're all right, you know that, Nola?" He patted her cheek. "You're all woman." What a shame, he was thinking, that she has to die. If there was any way he could-but no, that was weak thinking. Dumb as Jake was, he was alert, aware, cautious-except when in the throes of his own particular sexual perversions. That was the only safe time to take him. And it'd be murder, he had to face it. With Nola the only witness, after eliminating the kid of course, he'd have to kill her too. Unless Jake did it for him.
Beetle yawned. Safe enough, he guessed, to take a little nap.
But Nola had different ideas. "Untie me," she wheedled, "and I'll make your dick hard again. You don't want to quit now, do you? What kind of a man are you?"
Stung, he raised up on an elbow. "More man than you've ever had before," he retorted, not guessing how true it was. "And if you're that hot to trot, I'll give you your chance."
"Just untie me," she said breathlessly.
"Oh, no," he said, laughing. "There's easier ways."
He felt a surge of lust in spite of his tired body. Hitching himself up, he squatted on his knees over Nola's neck. His limp cock fell far short of touching her chin, but dangled there, dripping slimy semen on her delicate face. "Come on, baby," he said hoarsely, "stick out your tongue. That's it, that's the girl. Make my dick hard again, like you promised!"
Nola was repelled but fascinated. The smell of semen and urine filled her distended nostrils. She could see his balls, limp sacs, and clear up to his brown asshole. She stuck her tongue out tentatively, tasting her own juices as well as his. He pressed downward, covering the lower half of her face with his stubbly crotch. She could hardly breathe! Her mouth was full-cock, balls and all inside the wide wet opening. Pubic hairs pricked her nose. "Whooofff," she mumbled, "Rrrrffff!" He laughed and lifted himself enough that air rushed into her nostrils.
Beetle felt a stirring in his testicles and knew his tired prick was rising to the challenge. He looked down complacently. Jism trailed across her beautiful face and stained her rosy mouth. A curly dark hair clung to her lips, a pubic hair, giving her a look of lewd abandonment. Her mouth opened wide and he could see clear down to her tonsils, the deep red cavity gleaming, the throat working convulsively, the teeth glinting white. Carefully he inserted his half-grown penis into the wet nest and saw, and felt, her lips close around it.
Lust surged in him and sent the blood to his sheltered, hardening shaft. He raised his ass and pumped downward, feeling the woman's tongue and the light scrape of her teeth. His cock blunted itself against the back of her throat. He grabbed her by the hair, shiny brown handfuls of it trailing over his thick fingers, and bobbed her head up and down. She never let go. Her cheeks hollowed as if she were struggling to swallow it down her voracious throat. The sensation was so real that he felt a moment's alarm and pulled back. Then her eyelids flew up and at the sight of her soft brown eyes glazed with unthinking passion, he chuckled and settled down to a steady beat. His crotch and ass pounded scratchily on her upturned face and throat. His balls slapped and snapped against her round semen-stained chin.
Nola didn't know where she was, and she didn't care, either. Her whole immediate world was made up of the male flesh that she sucked when she could, letting it slide reluctantly over her tongue on the upbeat. She tried to move her head up when he almost withdrew, to be met a moment later by his smashing downward force. She gurgled around her full fleshy mouthful, trying to mumble. "Mine, mine, mine ... give it to me, baby, let me eat it ... it's all mine!" Her hips thrashed back and forth, her thighs rubbing harder as her own juices began to flow and her organs quivered hungrily. She raised her legs at an impossible angle, trying to wrap them around his shoulders, trying to rub her swollen clit on his back or buttocks. He shifted back a few inches and then she could almost manage, in a hit-and-miss fashion, to satisfy the throbbing miniature cock between her legs. In between she squeezed her thighs together hard, bringing an aching, momentary relief.
Totally filled with lust, his elbows flying as he pumped her head frantically up and down, Beetle cried out exultantly. "In your mouth, cunt, in your mouth! Swallow it all, eat it, lick it up!" His sperm shot out in little jerks, to disappear down her madly swallowing throat.
Nola never thought she'd do a thing like that but there she was, doing it! Glorying in the salty acrid taste of the steaming liquid that now streamed into her mouth, spilling over her cheeks and chin, licking and lapping madly to catch each precious drop! Not only that-her body was rippling with her own cum, agonizingly slow but eventually bursting in a fireworks display from overworked nerves and emotions.
Slowly becoming conscious of sore wrists from constant tugging at her bonds, all the same she felt a deep lassitude and contentment. "That's as far as I can go," she whispered. "Now I've done it all."
Beetle slid down beside her, one arm around her waist. He smiled grimly. Let her think that, for the moment anyhow, he thought.
CHAPTER SIX
Nola was physically sated but mentally depressed at the failure of her plan. Here both men were asleep at last, but she was in no position to take advantage of it. Still tied to the bedposts and with Beetle's arms and legs wrapped around her, she was still trapped. And poor Bobby-how uncomfortable he must be, trussed up like a chicken ready to be roasted! The only good thing was that neither Beetle nor Jake seemed to realize they'd been drugged. Their revenge, if they discovered the truth, would be terrible.
As the hours seeped away, she felt more and more frustrated and frantic. How long would those two hide out here? Not any longer than they had to, that was for sure. Would they try to escape after dark that night? If so, she and Bobby hadn't many hours left to live!
She didn't even know whether Beetle was in a heavy drug-induced sleep, or just napping from fatigue. But every time she tried to wriggle away from him, he threw out an arm-seemingly in his sleep-and held her tight.
It was late afternoon when he woke up. Nola had dozed too, and when she came to in the close warm circle of his arms, she was almost ready to be ravished again, if her jailer insisted on it. But his mind was not on sex. Shocked by the long lapse of hours, he ran out to check on Jake. The ugly black man was still sprawled on the sofa, his mouth hanging up and blubbery snores coming from it. "Jake! Jake, wake up!"
Beetle turned to Nola. After he untied her, she'd dressed quickly to be ready for whatever came next. The bank robber's eyes were beadier than ever as suspicion dawned in them. "You! What did you do to him? You put something in the food, didn't you?"
"No, no! He's just sleeping!"
"Goddamn it, he doesn't sleep like this! Get out to the kitchen and make some coffee-black." As she headed for the door, he added softly, "Don't forget the kid here. If anybody comes after us, he's the first to go. I killed a man in the bank, you know. I got nothing to lose now!"
Thoroughly frightened, Nola ran to the kitchen. Killed a man! Frank Hutchens hadn't said anything about that, she was sure. "Armed and dangerous," that was all. But there was hope, if she could only get Bobby untied and if Jake didn't wake up. With only Beetle to face, surely she and Bobby could get free somehow. She wished desperately she had more sleeping pills to put in the coffee, but they were gone and she didn't dare disobey.
Beetle did everything he could think of to wake his partner-slapping his face, shaking him, pulling him upright. At last he got the groggy man to sip a little coffee.
"Goddamn," Jake growled, knuckling his eyes. "What the fuck happened? Somebody hit me over the head?"
Beetle shot a venomous glance at Nola. Too late, it had occurred to him that he might be better off with his partner drugged and asleep. "The broad put something in our food." He noticed that while he'd been waking Jake, Nola had untied her nephew. He felt like a double fool, and it was easy to blame the pretty woman rather than himself. "I only got a light dose, and I got them tied up before it hit me."
Nola could see the vicious anger growing in Jake, fighting against the lingering effects of the pills. "No, I didn't!" she cried out. "Don't blame me if you can't stay awake!"
It was a nasty moment and Nola gasped with relief when the telephone rang. She ran to answer it, nodding her awareness to Jake's waving gun. "Hello ... oh, Frank, I'm sorry I didn't call you back. I was so tired, I took a nap." The lies came glibly to her tongue, while she wished desperately she knew Frank better. As practically strangers, she couldn't think of a way of clueing him in without getting herself and Bobby in deeper trouble. " ... King? Gosh, I forgot all about him ... listen, Frank, do you mind keeping him there? Just for the night? And I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"He found the dog wandering around," she said shakily, "but he doesn't suspect anything, honest!"
"That the old fart that was trying to screw you in the hallway?" Beetle asked coarsely. "Naw, he wouldn't know his ass from a hole in the ground."
Actually, both Nola and the two robbers underestimated the banker. With the bank closed for the weekend and his two young teenagers off with their friends, he had time to think about Nola. Most of his thoughts centered on her luscious body and what he'd like to do with it. He had been watching her for months and his lust for her grew daily. Frank knew that in such a small town, everybody knew everybody else's business. He didn't dare have an affair with the manager of the one hotel in town. In fact, he didn't think he dared even approach her unless he was serious, with his mind entirely made up. The buzz of gossip would make life uncomfortable for both of them! He knew he'd come close to raping her standing up, and the realization was painful.
I'm on the edge, he thought. I've got to have a woman soon before I crack up! And oh, Jesus, but she's a sexy female! Those tits and that big round ass of hers are driving me out of my head! The worst thing that ever happened to him had taken place that very morning. He'd accidentally walked in on his little daughter, Lisa, in the bathroom. The girl was only twelve, but her breasts were beginning to develop and her hips to swell in a womanly way. She was standing by the bathtub drying herself when her father opened the door. Her startled eyes stayed in his mind, along with the image of her lissome young body, only partly concealed by the towel. Did she have a sprinkling of pubic hair in that neat little pink triangle? He couldn't tell because she instinctively whipped the fluffy towel in front of her genitals. He hated himself for wondering but at the same time he couldn't keep his mind off it. The impulse to go into the bathroom, to touch that tender flesh and pull her up against his instant hard-on-the very idea was horrifying! He told himself that it was only because he was starved for sex, and then his thoughts turned back to Nola.
She sounded strange on the telephone, the first time he called. Naturally he blamed himself, for the rough way he'd grabbed at her the night before. But his analytical mind wouldn't let it go at that. She'd responded, hadn't she? He knew she had. She'd been married, she knew what it was all about. Even though Nola was careful of her reputation, he couldn't believe that she was such a prig as to be insulted. The aura of sexuality about her had been too strong. If he didn't know it was impossible, he'd have sworn she'd come to the bank party directly from the bed of a lover!
Then, finding the big collie wandering loose surprised him. Nola was conscientious about things like leash laws, and about caring for other people's property, as the dog was. So he'd called again, using the dog as an excuse. Her voice ... her request that he keep King overnight ... none of it added up.
Frank was also, as well as being interested in Nola, the one person in town those thoughts would go automatically to the bank robbers. The president of the bank in Cleveland, the one which'd been robbed, was a personal friend. All bank people were aware that bank robbery had gotten to be a very popular crime. Not even the two-man police force was as constantly alert as Frank.
He told himself he was being ridiculous, that his sex frustration had addled his brains, but his mind wouldn't let it alone. He turned the radio to the all-news station from Cleveland, and heard that the robbers had not yet been captured. "Police admit to being baffled. 'It's as if the ground opened and swallowed them up,' one unidentified spokesman said."
So, what if ... what if the criminals knew Nola was alone in the hotel-except for a child and a dog? What if they were holing up only twenty miles from the scene of their crime? It would be clever, too clever for most criminals, in Frank's opinion. Neither man had been identified, as they'd both worn gloves and Mickey Mouse masks. What if Nola was this very moment in danger of her life? One man, a bank guard, was dead already. What if Nola were to be the second victim?
His hunch wasn't strong enough, or backed by enough facts, to take to the police. He'd have to explain why he phoned Nola in the first place, and why he was sure her tone of voice sounded different. On the other hand, he couldn't let it alone. The only thing to do, he decided, was walk the dog back to the hotel. The afternoon and early evening had passed while he tried to make up his mind, and his instincts told him the later he waited, the worse it might be, for Nola. If it turned out she was only putting him off, it would hurt nothing but his pride. If, on the other hand, she was really in trouble, well ... he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.
Nola too noticed that night would be coming soon. The last few hours had dragged by, with Jake gradually coming out of his stupor. His mood was increasingly vicious, as the idea that she'd tricked him grew in his slow brain. She and Bobby sat side by side on the sofa, while the two men prowled the room and sometimes argued in undertones. They'd all heard the same broadcast as Frank did, and for a while it cheered up the two men. Jake wanted to leave as soon as it was dark, but Beetle thought they should wait until after midnight. "Don't you want a piece of that gash?" he whispered.
Nola shuddered and saw the black man's lascivious eyes on her. Damn Beetle, what was he trying to do?
They brought another bottle of whiskey from the kitchen and passed it back and forth, this time not offering any to Nola. It made Jake's mood worse, and fed his aggressive sexuality. For long minutes at a time, he stared at her legs and breasts and his eyes lingered heavily on her crotch.
"It's getting dark," Beetle said with satisfaction. "We can get out of this dump in a few hours now."
"Yeah," Jake answered. "We're not waiting for no midnight, buddy. Just let me have an hour or so with this lying broad...."
Beetle was nervous. "There's still people in the streets! If she hollers, we're both in trouble."
Jake showed an evil grin. "She won't make no noise." He pulled a red farmer's handkerchief out of his pocket. "Come with Daddy, you piece of shit. You're purely gonna be sorry you been bad."
When he yanked her to her feet, Bobby sprang up. Without taking his eyes off Nola, the black man backhanded Bobby. The boy fell back onto the sofa and, in an instant, Beetle's gun was pressed to his ear. "You're gonna sit right here with me," he said menacingly. Frustrated and angry though he was, the teenager had no choice.
A rough push sent Nola flying into the bedroom. Oh, God, she thought, somebody help me! This won't be like with Beetle-this black nigger hates women, specially white women! Oh, Jesus, he's gonna kill me before he's through! But she was helpless to defend herself as Jake made a gag out of the kerchief and tied her hands behind her. His powerful hand took hold of her dress and ripped it down the front. They get their jollies this way! They wouldn't let me undress, either of them! It makes them feel big and powerful to rip my clothes off! They probably don't like sex unless it's rape! She swayed as he reached behind her and pulled on the two sides of the bra. The hooks flew and the bra dangled from her elbows, unable to drop off with her hands pinioned as they were. Grinning evilly, Jake leaned toward her shrinking body. His thick rubbery lips closed around a sensitive tit. "Owww!" She shrieked as his teeth bit into her flesh. She saw satisfaction glow in his eyes as ruby droplets appeared on her milky skin.
My God, he's worse than I thought! A sadist or whatever you call it ... he gets off on other people's pain! Women's pain! MY pain! Dummy that I am, all I could think of was that I'd never had a black man! Yeah, admit it to yourself, stupid, you were halfway hot to trot! Getting black meat in you is something you could never do on purpose. But when he forced you, well ... you stupid asshole Nola! This serves you right!
His yellowish eyes alight, the Negro shoved her back on the bed. Forever wandering on the borderline of sanity, he'd abused and injured girls before-but always some animal instinct of self-preservation held him back. This time, though, the circumstances could let loose his worst behavior. She was his prisoner! She was gagged and tied! She was going to die anyway! Other girls might report him and set the fuzz on him, but not this one!
He undressed slowly while she lay, rigid as white marble, only her eyes alive with fear and her mouth contorted. His broad chest was glossy black, hairless. His shoulders and tattooed arms were ropy with muscle. Built ape-like, close to the ground, his legs were bowed and skinny. But she didn't take particular notice of his ludicrous build. Her eyes were fixed on the column of flesh that hung from his crotch. It was purplish black, crookedly misshapen. The length and width of it was enough to send icy chills through her ... and he didn't even have a hard-on yet. Her eyes widened as she thought of that cock, that fearsome weapon, trying to shove its way inside her. She'd been shocked at this size of Beetle's, but that was more than half pretense. She knew all the time that her elastic cunt would receive it, hold it, enjoy it. But she wasn't kidding herself this time. She was really afraid.
He climbed on the bed and squatted over her hips. Neither of them made a sound. Jake pulled his cock away from his hairy balls and laid the length of it in the valley between her breasts. Black on white, the crooked, wrinkled shaft, twice as dark in comparison to the pearly sheen of her skin.
In the living room, Bobby and Beetle sat tensely, listening and hearing nothing. Bobby was in torment at knowing his beloved aunt was being raped by that crazy nigger-and knowing there wasn't a thing in the world he could do about it. He tried desperately to think. He wouldn't even mind having a bullet in him if it meant saving Nola-but it wouldn't do any good.
Beetle's mind was full of lascivious images but he tried to shut them out. He felt a pain, an unwanted regret, at what was going to happen to the beautiful brunette girl. Only the thought of money and danger kept him in his seat, his gun still leveled at Bobby. This was it, the payoff. He'd kill the kid right this minute, except it might distract Jake and give the game away. No, better have it happen all at once-and fast. One shot for the kid. Timed right, when Jake was in the height of his sexual frenzy and unable to tear away. Then-faster yet-into the bedroom, and another shot into Jake's wooley head. One last bullet for the woman, and God knows she might be glad of it when the time came. Then, grab the two bags of money and take off, before anyone came to investigate the noise-if anyone did, in this hick town.
Money, freedom-he'd have it all.
Jake cupped his spatulate fingers around the white round breasts. Even with his calloused hands, he could feel the softness and fine texture of her skin. The contrast infuriated him, made him want to rip, tear, destroy! His cock was getting hard, pulsing with the hot blood that surged through it.
Its purple tip shoved up against her chin. A drop of semen oozed from it and he smeared it on her. The hate and hot sexuality were building up in him, like flood waters behind a weakened dam. He hunched his black ass and sent his mighty column plunging into the white, shadowed tunnel formed by her boobs.
"Like that, white girl? White scum, that's what you are! You sure do love it, don't you?" For some reason he was still quiet, almost whispering. His hands tightened their grip painfully as he dug into her.
Oooooh nooooo! She couldn't say anything but only whimper wordlessly. Her breasts hurt from his hands, her very skin hurt from the rasping pressure. His weight was heavy on her belly, driving the breath out of her. He was going to hurt her worse, rape her, kill her!
She knew better than to fight back because he'd love it if she did. He wanted to inflict pain, to humiliate even more than he wanted to fuck her!
He swayed crazily back and forth, his driving buttocks clenching and loosening. He loved the terror in her eyes. "I'm gonna get you, you white bitch! I'm gonna fuck you up one side and down the other. I'm gonna do you so good you ain't never gonna fuck anybody again!"
The pain wasn't yet unbearable but the knowledge of worse coming filled her with stark terror. She mumbled around the gag, "Don't, don't. Let me alone and I'll do anything you tell me, I'll do anything! Anything at all!"
"Sure you will," he grunted gleefully. He felt his nuts swell but he didn't want to cum yet, he wanted to go on and on and on. His hate was like a big round ball behind his eyes, a fiery ball sending red impulses through his strong misshapen body.
Nola had never felt so helpless in her life. Her arms ached from the strained position, and her own weight on her bound hands made them go numb. She could see his teeth marks around one tit, and a red stain where his cruel cock had rubbed her delicate skin.
She thought about Bobby, how he must be suffering. She thought about Frank, and bitterly regretted not having let him fuck her standing up in the hallway. Now, maybe, he'd never have any more of her. And she thought of herself, and wondered what new cruelty Jake would inflict. He was only warming up, she knew that.
She made a vow that she'd try not to scream and sob and make it worse for Bobby. Of course it wasn't easy to make any noise at all, with that awful rag in her mouth.
"Like black meat, white lady?" he mocked. "Want some more of it?" He scrunched his body up so his stringy buttocks covered her face. "Lick my ass now, lick it good! Lick it or I swear, I'll kill you now! Stick that little pink tongue out and lick it!"
His hand found one of her boobs and twisted cruelly. Nola, helpless, felt his balls and crotch covering her face, almost suffocating her. His asshole smelled of urine and feces, and it was pressed right down over her nose! It was so awful she thought she'd faint-and wished she could!
A face full of shit! And she couldn't move! "Urrfff!" she mumbled, trying to tell him that in his madness, he'd forgotten the gag that held her tongue back. She'd lick him if she could! She'd do anything to make him quit digging his broken nails into her tit!
"Where's that lying tongue? Stick it out and lick! Eat my shit!"
"Rrrrrarrrrfff!"
The dog's bark sounded so close, as if it were right in the bedroom! Jake stopped, startled, the hint of danger penetrating his insanity. "What's that ole dog doing?"
He moved and Nola found she could breathe again, although the horrible smells lingered in her nostrils. King! Was that King?
Outside in the alley, Frank Hutchens pressed his ear to the siding. The windows were too high and narrow to see through, but he felt as if Nola were very close to him. The big collie was agitated too, nosing the foundation and whining, then barking again sharply. Still Frank didn't have the nerve to go knock on the door. The long walk into town, watching King run and circle and investigate every bush and tree, had cooled him off. He'd been imagining things. Nola just didn't want to see him, and because his loins were so aching with needing her, he was making a federal case out of it. He'd just stroll down the alley, and maybe she'd see him or hear the dog. That way, it would be more casual and less embarrassing.
Jake listened for a moment, decided it was nothing; a stray dog, some kid going through the alley. He turned his attention back to Nola.
"I know you got a gash," he said and grinned, " 'cause I seen it. Right there, ain't it?" His thick finger poked between her dry, unready pussy lips.
"Got no juice in you, you white cunts. Looka that, dry as a bone! Poor whitey, is that all he gets? No wonder he's after black tail all the time."
Nola was fiercely glad she was dry and unexcited. Not yet aware of all the possibilities of her own body, she was afraid that even the pain might excite her, vulgar and sordid though the whole thing was. She winced when he poked farther, shoving his middle finger deep into her quaking slit. He crooked the finger, waved it back and forth. Nola groaned through her gag and closed her eyes. Her damn cunt! It was getting hot! I'll never forgive myself if he gets me hot! But the finger was already coated with her love syrups and she groaned again at his laugh.
It was too humiliating, almost worse than the pain she'd suffered! Tears flooded her eyes, and yet her hips moved a little, circling round the invading hand.
"Got some life to her after all!" The Negro drew his hand out suddenly, laughing again at the look of frustration on her face. With easy strength he flipped her legs up over her head and held them there, widespread, her heels almost touching the headboard. Her back hurt and so did the shaming knowledge that her whole vaginal area was wide open, exposed to him, completely defenseless. She knew, she didn't have to see to know, that her pussy lips were puffing and shining from their coating of slick juices. The miserably uncomfortable position was twice as humiliating, because her damn lewd body seemed to love it!
His heavy black cock slid up and down the ragged slick edges of her cunt, gathering up the sweet syrup that now flowed freely. Jake felt good, he felt powerful and on top of things. He'd show this stupid, lying broad a thing or two-her with her poisoned sandwiches and her tricky, flitty little ass! She wanted to get fucked, did she? He chuckled deep in his throat. He wouldn't put his good black prick in her lily-white box-that snapper might cut it right off! No, he had something better in store for her-better for him but worse for her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Urrrrrggghhh!" Nola worked feverishly at the gag, trying to get the filthy rag out of her mouth. With all her thrashing around the knot had loosened. If she kept rubbing her head back and forth, she knew she'd get it loose.
It wasn't easy to concentrate, though. Jake was examining every inch of her most intimate parts, with pinches and tweaks and cruel probings. He pushed a finger hard at her butthole and laughed to see her jump. He bit the inside of her thighs and it wasn't any love bite, either, because blood pricked where his teeth had broken the skin. God help me, she prayed, I've gotta keep my cool. Can't let him get to me. OOOFFF! That hurt! How can I be in such agony and be charged up at the same time? I must be crazier than he is!
Just as the gag finally fell loose, she saw and felt something that made her eyes bulge out. Ohmigawdddd! He was poised above her, his huge torso looking even bigger. His swollen purplish cock was like a blunt sword, poised in the moist valley between her buttocks. It pressed, it shoved, at the tightly puckered brown asshole! It was so big, so thick-at least four times the diameter of the tiny opening! When he pushed again, she screamed raggedly-her voice half drowned in sobs. He couldn't, he just couldn't do it! Even her slick wet pussy would have a hard time taking in all that hot pulsing flesh!
When she felt the tight elastic ring give way, she knew he must be ripping the delicate tissues, tearing her flesh right out of her. Agony shot through her tortured body. "Oh, noooooo! God God God NOOOOOO!"
He shoved forward. Somehow his heavy cudgel was entering her rear opening, somehow it was being sucked in, held, its passage slicked by her own blood. Throwing her head back, Nola clenched her hands behind her back. Her fingers were white with the strength of her grip. The pain was worse than anything she'd ever felt before in her entire life! The way he was holding her, practically upside down, she could only thresh her head and her hips vainly, unable to dislodge his cruel penetration.
She gasped for breath as the pain let up somehow. She could see his face, he was smiling! Smiling happily at her debasement and agony!
He brought her feet together so he could hold them with one wide hand. She was still tilted perilously, balancing on the small of her back and her tied hands. She felt his broad fingers reaching inside her fluttering cunt, roughly fingering her clit and poking deep into her vagina. The pain eased and Nola knew, with further self-hatred, that the log-like cock, sawing in and out of her asshole, was activating those nerves that only the collie had so far touched. It was bad, it was good, it was everything all at once! Her breath came hoarsely and her shoulders twitched against the damp sheet. Her whole body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. "Ohhhh. Damn, damn, damn," came mewlingly from her dry lips.
He gave an especially hard lunge and it was all hurt for a second, and she shouted again. Then the delicious excitement came creeping through her veins. She moved up toward him, pushing her round white asscheeks at his ebony, sparsely haired crotch. The smell of shit was stronger in the room and she knew it wasn't only from the scent which still lingered in her nostrils.
Nola didn't know it but her first shout had brought strong reactions from two inside the building and two outside-one of them the big collie. King didn't waste time in barking but raced around the building to the front door. There he whined impatiently and pawed at the wood, looking over his shoulder for the human who ought to be able to open it. Frank Hutchens turned the knob and pounded in vain; the door was locked and bolted.
In the living room, Bobby stiffened in shock. Nola was hurt, maybe dying! He was beginning not to care if he got shot or not-but what could he do against the powerful Jake? He kept still, watching Beetle and gauging his chances of grabbing the gun. The pounding outside grew louder and he hesitated, unsure what to do.
Beetle licked his lips. It sure hadn't taken Jake long to get to it! He knew what he'd find inside the bedroom door, and he had to nerve himself up to open it. Shooting the bank guard had been one thing. The man interfered, Beetle was desperately afraid and on edge, the gun seemed to go off of its own accord. But this, shooting his partner and the woman, was something else!
While they hesitated, Nola found she was getting worse than a cornholing. At the height of his ecstasy, and even while he kept pounding into her little ass like a pile driver, Jake was striking out. One hard hand caught her across the face, another landed stingingly on her tits. The man was out of his mind with rage and lust! Somehow he was keeping her legs in the air with his broad chest, pumping into her rear opening, and still reaching for her white round throat with splayed fingers!
"I'm cumming ... and you're going," the Negro chanted, his black fingers closing around her neck. "When I cum ... when I cum...."
He didn't finish, but through her buffeting and her terror, she knew what he meant. He was going to fuck her to death all right-strangle her in the depth of his orgasm! Her head bumping against the bedpost, her hands writhing underneath her, she was as helpless as a trussed pig. Even her voice failed her and she could only groan and gurgle pitifully.
Beetle opened the bedroom door. He saw what he expected, but the sight was both more frightening and more exciting than he'd had any idea of. Jake's black body gleamed and blurred with his frantic rapid motion. His swollen cock, looking as long and hard as a black iron bar, plunged in and out of the girl's bunghole. Blood streaked the satiny tight skin of her buttocks. The big black had his hands on the slender white throat-already Nola was pale and limp with a bluish tinge to her lips.
In his nervous excitement, Beetle made one fatal mistake; he forgot about Bobby. Instantly making up his mind that he needed help, the boy whirled and ran to open the locked front door. The man and the dog burst through.
"There-in there!" Bobby said breathlessly. "They're killing Aunt Nola!"
They raced for the bedroom. Jake, looking totally insane, was tightening his hands around Nola's throat. His ass still moved spasmodically, he was barely on the verge of orgasm.
Beetle had gotten up his courage. He stood back of Jake, popeyed but steady. His gun was almost touching the wiry black head of his partner.
King was there before them, crouching in the doorway, gathering his hind legs under him. His head moved from side to side, taking in the whole scene. The gun was a threat, he knew that instinctively. Ordinarily he'd have gone for the hand holding it with teeth bared. But Nola, his loving mistress, was in worse trouble and the dog knew it. He launched himself through the air just as the robber was pulling the trigger.
Everything happened so fast, they had to sort out the details later. But King, going for Jake's throat, knocked the black man's head aside. The bullet missed its goal and buried itself in the opposite wall. The dog must have knocked against Beetle's hand, too, because the gun went clattering to the floor where Frank quickly scooped it up.
All Nola knew was that the pressure was gone from her throat and the red mist in her eyes clearing. Frank, with courage he didn't know he possessed, lined the two intruders up against the wall. Jake seemed dazed and not even his eyes went to his own gun, still in his pants pocket, tossed aside on the bedroom floor.
Nola moaned pitifully while they waited for the ambulance, and the police. Bobby was still in shock but at a word from Frank, he found a clean sheet and pulled it over the ravished girl.
A lot of thoughts went through Frank's head as he stood there. Publicity-good for him, bad for Nola. But thank God he'd followed his hunch!
Thank God he'd been in time. He knew when he was home alone that night, he'd be seeing the beautiful young woman as she'd been in the climactic moment. Covered with blood and shit and sweat, the Negro's obscene black organ violating her precious little hole, his big-knuckled hands like carved ebony on her white neck. He didn't know himself how he was going to feel about it.
Bobby went with his aunt to the hospital, not even feeling the thrill of riding in an ambulance with the siren going. He was too shocked still, and full of loving compassion for Nola, whose hand he held.
Beetle went to jail, and Jake in another ambulance to the prison hospital in Cleveland. The doctors seemed to think his throat, torn by the dog's big white teeth, would heal enough for him to stand trial.
After it was all over, the police and reporters satisfied, Frank took the big dog home with him. "I'll get a steak out of the freezer," he promised the dog, "you deserve the best!"
Later the banker relaxed in his living room with a glass of brandy, the collie dozing at his feet. He had a lot to think about and he had to decide just what he did think. Nola's nude body, even in the terrible circumstances, excited his imagination. He had slowly realized that the papers wouldn't come right out and print the exact details. There might be some gossip, there probably would be, but he could live it down and so could she. All he'd really wanted in the beginning, he knew, was to get in her pants-to start a secret affair. His marriage hadn't been that thrilling, that he was ready to chance it again. But now-he stared in his brandy glass and discovered he wanted her more than ever-all of her, his for keeps. One small thought came unbidden. Sooner or later, would she let him fuck her in the ass too? After she'd healed, of course. Somehow he thought she would, and the very idea made him go in his room and masturbate like a young boy.
Marriage was the last thing on Nola's mind when she woke in the hospital room. She knew she'd had a very narrow escape. She should be thankful just to be alive, and she was. But she also remembered enough of what happened to know how Frank must have found her-being butt-fucked by a nigger. No matter that it wasn't her fault, what must he think of her now? She blushed with embarrassment and pulled the sheet up to her neck. She was hardly sore at all and somehow that made it worse. She wondered if her experience with the dog had made it easier when a man tried the same thing. If so, she ought to be even more grateful to King! He not only saved her life, he saved her ass!
Nola didn't really need the sedative they gave her; the events of the past forty-eight hours had worn her out. She settled in sleepily, hoping Bobby was okay. There wasn't anything she could do about him, or anyone else, at the moment.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Frank didn't waste any time. The town had hardly recovered from the excitement of the capture of the bank robbers, when it had a new sensation. Frank Hutchens was going to marry the manager of the hotel! Everyone knew Nola at least by sight, and there'd been a lot of speculation about what really went on while she and her nephew were hostages. But Frank's proposal set the seal of respectability on the young woman, in spite of her lush appearance and her recent adventures.
"You're making an honest woman of me," Nola said and giggled, running her hand down his sleeve and tickling his hand.
"It's the only way I can get to be alone with you."
After a quiet but attractive ceremony, the couple took off for a rented cabin on the lake.
Bobby and the collie stayed with the new manager of the hotel during the honeymoon. Frank suggested that he move right into the Hutchens' home, where an aunt was watching his two, but Nola vetoed that idea. She trusted Bobby but she'd trust him even more when she was there to keep an eye on things. She didn't want him sharing his newly acquired knowledge of sex with Frank's innocent children!
Frank was a good lover as well as a satisfactory, reliable husband. Seeing his bride-to-be butt-fucked by the big black man hadn't spoiled anything. On the contrary, as Frank said, it made life easier. "It broke down my inhibitions, and it certainly must have done the same to you." Nola wondered sometimes just how far his new attitudes would stretch, but she was reasonably content. Frank fucked her skillfully and with enthusiasm, but he had a special fascination with assholes. They quickly learned how to intensify their orgasms by sticking a finger deep in the other's rectum at the crucial moment. He loved to suck her tits and kiss her all over her lascivious body, and Nola's hot response more than satisfied the banker.
Lisa and Dave, the two Hutchens children, accepted Nola gladly as their new mother. Bobby was still with them and planned to start school there in the fall. As a surprise wedding present, Frank sought out King's mistress and bought the big collie for Nola. After all, the dog had saved her life and he seemed to be part of the family.
Bobby liked his new life too, but he pestered Nola whenever he had a chance. Sometimes he came up behind her when she was washing dishes, putting his arms around her, his hands cupping her boobs and his pelvis pushed into her behind. She could feel his hard-on and it always sent a little thrill through her.
"Cut it out, Bobby," she said, laughing but firm.
"Oh, Aunt Nola," he whined, "how can you be so mean to me?"
One particular day, not only Bobby teased her. King too shoved his beautiful long nose into her crotch and whined. His big brown eyes pleaded with her to let him lick her pussy the way he'd done before. Nola felt the heat rising in her and it was all she could do to turn them both down. After all they'd been through together, she felt especially close not only to her nephew but to the dog. Still, she wasn't ready to take the risk.
When Frank arrived home that evening, she met him at the door and plastered her luscious body to him as soon as he was inside. Nola was wearing only a sheer negligee and her milky white flesh and rosy tits showed through. "Where are the kids?" he gasped, running his hands up and down her warm curves.
"I sent them on a picnic."
Frank loosed one hand long enough to lock the door. Then he pressed his new wife down on the hall rug. Her lustrous brown hair was loose, spilled across the rug. Her warm inviting curves were sprawled in complete abandon. The pale blue robe fell open, displaying the naked protuberent hairy triangle.
Frank untied his oxfords and loosened his belt. His pants flew across the hall, change spilling from the pockets. His shorts went flying too, exposing the enormous hard-on he'd gotten the minute he touched her.
"Sweetheart! Darling!" There was no trace of the banker's dignity left when he fell on her, his pulsing fat cock sliding into her warm wet cunt. He fucked her so hard their bodies slid across the floor toward the living room entrance. Nola's inner muscles tightened and loosened with every stroke, as if she meant to milk the very last ounce of pleasure out of the moment. Their cums were even more spectacular than usual.
"Lord," Frank said and sighed, "but that was terrific! What got you all worked up, honey?"
"I dunno," she answered vaguely. "Just thinking about you, I guess."
Half an hour later Frank felt excited again. He persuaded her to lie face down across the coffee table. He ran his burgeoning prick roughly across her wet slit, picking up the sweet syrups that oozed from it. Then he poised his hard instrument at her asshole, and plunged. The elastic flesh gave way with a pop! and his dick was in.
Nola clutched the legs of the table, feeling his cock saw in and out painfully but knowing it would change to pure ecstasy any moment. Her mind wandered and for an instant it was the cruel Negro, Jake, who was plunging his big black prick into her back passage. She blinked and came to, with the bittersweet knowledge that even the crazy rapist had given her some pleasure, poor fellow! The tight intense knot in her suddenly loosened, and the waves of her climax swept over her shatteringly, just as she felt the first wetness spreading out from Frank's jerking, spurting prick.
Another evening Nola was alone in the house, or thought she was. Frank had gone to a meeting.
Dave, the fifteen-year-old, was spending the night with a friend. Lisa, a year younger than Bobby, went to a movie with her girl friends. Bobby had gone out after dinner with his catcher's mitt. She finished straightening up Frank's study and then flopped into a chair, her legs spread wide, her arms hanging loose. She didn't very often have time to think, time all to herself, but when she did her thoughts always turned back to that fantastic two days. She played it in her mind like an old movie, starting with herself fingering her clit while she looked at Big Mac's collection of sexy photos. After all, that forty-eight hours or so had completely changed her life! It was impossible not to remember it now and then. "Ohhhhh, Auntie!"
Nola jumped, suddenly aware that while she'd been day-dreaming, she'd pulled up her dress and inserted her hand into her panties. And there was Bobby in the doorway, his eyes wide as saucers, his tongue licking up the spit from the corners of his mouth.
"Ooohhhh, you sweet darling! Let me do that for you!"
Before she could move he was kneeling beside her, pulling her panties down her knees and off her feet. Her dress hiked up around her waist, her legs wide-it was an opportunity Bobby wasn't about to miss! The ecstatic boy shoved his face into that sweet triangle while his bold tongue probed her moist inner lips.
Oh well, just one more time-what can it hurt? God, I've missed the kid, I have to admit it. And ooooohhh, but it feels good! That boy has got real natural talent!
"Okay, Bobby," she said throatily. "One more time, huh? And if we're gonna do it, let's do it right! Take off your clothes like a good boy!"
The gleeful teenager tossed his jeans and the rest of his clothing into a corner, quickly enough to help his aunt unzip her dress. They lay on the floor naked, his head in her crotch, her wet sucking mouth around his smooth white prick. Her cheeks hollowing as she hungrily took in the swelling cock, Nola wondered for a minute if she should have closed the curtains and locked the study door. But they'd only be there a few minutes, she rationalized, it would be all right....
Lisa walked home through the warm night, thinking about the movie. It was rated GP and didn't actually show anything of the mysteries she and her girl friends wondered about, but the tender love story stirred her senses. What really happens after they close those bedroom doors? Is it really like what they taught us in Hygiene class? I don't believe it! Because it all sounds crude and horrible, not at all like the thrills I get when a boy kisses me. Golly, here I am almost thirteen and I don't know anything!
She found King waiting and let him in the back door. "Hi there, boy, what's the matter? Isn't anyone around to let you in?" She poured herself a glass of milk in the kitchen and tossed the collie some meat scraps from dinner. Everybody in the family liked their new pet, and of course he was famous for having saved Nola's life, even if Lisa had never really heard all the circumstances.
Heading for the stairway and her bedroom, she noticed light streaming from the open study door. Somebody's still up. She stood in the doorway, her little face peering in. "What?" she said, puzzled. She didn't understand what she saw. Then, as she began to understand it, she didn't believe it. "Oh my goodness," Lisa whispered. "Why, that's Nola and Bobby without any clothes on! There on the floor behind the desk ... they're doing-doing something ... oh my goodness! Is that what an erection looks like? The diagrams didn't show ... wow! Nola? and Bobby?"
Her mouth went dry and she bent forward to look under the desk for a better view. Her stepmother was holding Bobby's cock in her hands, looking at it as if it were the best piece of candy in the world. The fleshy smooth organ did look good enough to eat, Lisa thought. And Nola was licking it! Her red tongue looked a mile long, and it glistened wetly! That tongue was curling around Bobby's thing, lapping it like an ice cream cone.
The little girl's skinny ass was sticking backward out of the doorway and she wiggled it excitedly. She had such a funny feeling in her belly, right in the pit of it. Her miniskirt was hiked up, exposing her ruffled panties. King couldn't withstand the temptation. The dog crowded in, his pointed nose baffled by the ruffly fabric. But he was a smart collie and solved his problem. His long teeth delicately took hold of the waistband of her panties and eased them down off her little buttocks. He could smell the first faint odor of sexuality, too slight for a human to notice, and he was getting excited. Lisa was hardly aware of the actions of her pet because of the incredible things going on inside the den. Even when she felt the cold nose against the bare skin of her inner thighs, she only jumped a little and said, "Stop it, King."
Wowwww, Bobby had a big one! And looka that, Nola's putting it right in her mouth! That's where Bobby goes peepee, and she's sucking on it...! And what's that darn dog doing to me? Oooohhhh, you 're naughty, King, and so am I! But not as naughty as Nola and Bobby are!
The little girl discovered her panties were hanging around her knees while the collie licked drippingly at the crack of her ass and as far underneath as his tongue could reach. It was cool and nice. It helped soothe that desperate itch between her legs. Stretching the elastic as far as it would go, she spread her legs wide. More enthusiastic than ever, King got down to it and lapped her from stem to stern, slurping at the narrow pink crack that was only beginning to have a fuzz of golden downy hairs.
"What's-happening-to me?" Confused as much by her own feelings as by the shocking sights, Lisa decided she'd better get out of there. Whatever was happening on the carpet of the study, Nola and Bobby wouldn't want to be caught at it! And she herself would be desperately embarrassed if they looked up and saw her.
She put her panties in her pocket and backed out of the doorway, intending to go straight up to her own room. But she hadn't counted on King. The dog was wild with lust! He'd been trained long ago, just as Nola suspected, to service his mistress and he'd learned to love it. He wouldn't hurt the little girl for anything in the world, but his instincts told him she really liked what was going on. So, with every step she took, her slender thighs were pushed apart while his hot tongue kept up its fast wet action. Lisa, walking spraddle-legged, made it as far as the foot of the stairs. She stumbled and fell on the steps, her face against the thick dusty carpet. She grabbed one of the stair posts and hiked her slender body up a few more steps. The dog's paws grasped her around the shoulders, his long-haired warm body covering her back. His hind quarters began to move in and out, his red thick prick scraping up and down her backside.
"King, don't ... stop it," she gasped. "Besides ... that isn't where it itches!"
The dog seemed to understand. His hard shiny red cock found the crack between her asscheeks, and that was better, it was closer to the place that demanded attention. Hiking her skinny little butt in the air as well as she could under his pressure and weight, she found the cock in the right place after all-or near enough. It slid up and down her almost hairless slit, picking up her sparse girlish juices. The dog humped furiously, trying to find the hole in which to insert his needy organ. He tipped her farther on her face, so her slender rounded body was almost bent double. The tip of his cock pushed a little farther into the virginal cunt.
The sheer excitement of the physical assault had driven all other thoughts out of Lisa's mind. When her father drove into the garage and then opened the back door, she heard nothing but the pounding of her own heart.
Frank came down the hall and stopped, astonished and fearful. What the HELL was going on here? His precious little daughter was almost hidden behind the collie's big body, both of them sprawled across the bottom steps of the stairway! Lisa's face was red and her eyes streamed tears, but he could see-hard though it was to believe-that she was humping right back at that horny beast!
"LISA!" he thundered. "GET UP FROM THERE RIGHT NOW!"
"Oh, Daddy, I can't, I can't," she sobbed. "He won't let me up and-Oooooohhh, King! You got it! You got it!"
Frank strode forward and grabbed the collie's leather collar. Suddenly realizing he'd better keep his voice down, he muttered curses at the dog as he pulled him off. The fat red dog prick came out of Lisa's little fuckhole with a sucking slurping noise. Seeing that pretty little violated pussy gave Frank a sensation he couldn't describe or understand-halfway between lust and disgust.
"Now, Lisa," he said, yanking the tear-stained girl into the living room, "what's the meaning of all this?"
"Oh, Daddy, I don't know! I was just-it wasn't my fault! When I saw Nola and Bobby ... and then King came up behind me ... oh, Daddy, I didn't know it felt like that! They never told us in Hygiene class that it was so...."
"So what?"
"... so much fun. Don't be mad at me, please."
He tried to sort it out in his outraged mind. "What about Nola and Bobby? What have they got to do with it?"
"They're in the study ... they don't have any clothes on! And, Daddy, Bobby's got the biggest thing you ever saw! Nola was eating him, sucking on it! Golly she's so ... I wonder if I'll ever look like that." She looked down at her own little tits, barely showing their little pink buds. "Don't be mad at Nola either, will you? Pul-lleasse!"
My God, Frank thought, what kind of a madhouse is this? His wife screwing her nephew-or sucking him off, whatever-and his dear little daughter humping the family dog! He wanted to be angry and there was just one thing keeping him from it-his own cock. His very balls ached, he was so hot and lustful. He kept seeing Lisa's darling little ass, skinny yet but showing promise of womanly curves, flinging itself up against the dog's hairy loins. He remembered catching her naked in the bathroom that time, and knew he couldn't blame Nola, not really. Those sex drives are in all of us, it was part of being human. For years Frank Hutchens hadn't been sure he was really part of humanity but right then he knew for sure.
If his wife could fuck her teenage nephew, he could at least play around with little Lisa, couldn't he?
Couldn't he?
CHAPTER NINE
It was Nola's turn to eavesdrop through a doorway. Frank's first astonished yell had penetrated the haze that always seem to drop around her when she was sexually involved. Having heard enough to know she and Bobby had been caught out, she sent the frightened boy up to his room. "I'm the adult, I'm the one responsible," she said. "Don't worry."
Worry! Nola herself was scared stiff! Frank had never said one word about finding her in the bedroom with the black rapist, being fucked in the ass and strangled too. But that hadn't been her fault ... and this definitely was! She'd take all the blame, she'd beg Frank to forgive her. Belatedly she realized how much she loved her husband, and how much she had to lose.
Still pulling her clothes straight, she stood in the archway. But Frank didn't seem to notice her. All his attention was focused on his little daughter. Putting his arms around her, Frank drew her down on the sofa. His eyes seemed glazed and he was trembling-from shock? With one arm around Lisa and the other stroking her bare thigh below the bunched-up miniskirt, he talked in a low, soothing voice.
"It's all right, honey, Daddy's not mad. Not at you, and not at Nola either. I guess you were just having a little fun, right? Doing what felt good, hmmmmm?" His hand stole nearer and nearer to her bare crotch, almost visible under the edge of her dress. Frank noticed the panties sticking out of her pocket, and grinned. The dog didn't do it all, obviously!
"It did feel good, it really did," she said shyly.
"Sure it did ... people have been doing that since the beginning of time, sweetheart, so don't blame yourself. What was the trouble, you had a kind of funny feeling down there?" His hand slid up into the warm tightness of her crotch.
"Yes, Daddy, like an itch but it wasn't really itching. It was such a funny feeling." She scooted down farther so his hand was held a tight prisoner.
"It still feels that way, Daddy!"
"I understand," he soothed her. "Let Daddy help. There, let yourself relax. Daddy knows all about that itch ... doesn't that feel better?" As he spoke he ran his fingers along the ragged pink flanges of her almost hairless pussy, and felt a tiny amount of moisture coating his hand. What a little darling she was! So pink and sweet and fresh! It was a good thing this all happened, he told himself virtuously. What was a father for, if not to scratch the itches and soothe the feelings of his little girl? If she was going to learn about sex, better she learned at home and not with some pimply boy in the back seat of a car! And that must have been exactly what Nola thought about Bobby, since she was acting as a mother to him. He could understand it all.
"Ooohhhh, Daddy," she squealed. "That's such fun! Do it again!" She slid her pelvis harder and ground her crotch against his hand. "But, Daddy, when King actually got his thing up there, it was just marvie! That was when you pulled him off," she added reproachfully. "He just found my little hole, and you took him away."
Frank looked over to where the dog lay on the floor, licking his ruby red organ. "I'm not going to put my thing in you," he said and laughed. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you. But how about this?" He slid a finger into the tight young hole. "And this?" Waggling his finger back and forth, he watched the look of ecstasy on his darling's face. "Does that feel good? Does it? Can your Daddy make you feel as good as some ole doggie?"
Nola leaned on the archway, unbelieving. Frank hadn't even seen her! He was so busy sticking his daughter, finger-fucking the little girl, that he didn't even care about her and Bobby! Actually nothing could be better from her point of view, but it was hard to take it all in. Frank had more to him than she'd thought. Obviously he was afraid really to screw the girl ... yet. Her pretty mouth widened into a grin as she thought of what all this could mean. Her home and marriage were saved, that was the first thing. More than that, life was going to change, to take on new dimensions....
Frank had Lisa tipped back against the arm of the chair, her skirt around her waist and her crotch wide open. She'd had her first period ... or had she? Nola couldn't remember. Anyhow, her little pink pussy triangle had a few fine curly hairs on it, blonde like the hair on her head. The tucked-in vaginal mouth was split open, darker pink as the blood rushed to swell the virginal lips. She was like a rosebud in the morning, just beginning to open. The sweet little girl! Nola didn't mind at all that her husband was stroking that hot young pussy, and then slipping his middle finger back into it. The more Frank got into it, the better off they'd all be! The girl was lying back, her eyes squinched shut and her hands gripping a sofa cushion. Her hips made uncertain little circles, as if they hadn't yet gotten the word as to what was expected.
Nola could have stood on her head and screamed, and Frank wouldn't have noticed. His fat cock was swollen and pushing at the front of his trousers. The blood pounded thickly in his ears. His masculine hands looked so big and hairy next to his daughter's sweet young flesh! And her little cunt, small as it was, held an electric charge that shot right through him and galvanized him into action.
"Sweet baby," he said huskily, and slipped to his knees beside the sofa. He buried his face in the warm narrow opening, his nose right up inside the fluttering pink lips. His tongue tasted her sweet flesh experimentally. Ummmmhmmmm! He remembered the old line: If the Lord made anything better, he must have kept it for himself!
And that was the truth, he realized as his tongue pushed its way into the hot viscous opening. He sucked a mouthful of it inward, feeling her jerk and bounce. Could she cum? He didn't know, didn't have any idea. He'd try though, because she deserved it, the little darling! And what a thrill to be the first one to do it to her ever! She'd never forget that, her very first cum and it was her own Daddy who gave it to her! His tongue vibrated faster and his hands pushed her down toward his mouth.
"Wha-at!" Nola heard the gasp and felt a hand on her shoulder. She knew it was Bobby. "Sshhh!"
The boy had gone upstairs and put his pajamas on, but he couldn't just go to bed and sleep as if nothing had happened. He listened at the top of the stairs for a while, mystified because there was no quarrel, no raised voices, not even the hum of a conversation. Had Frank knocked her down, killed her on the spot? Bobby tiptoed down the stairs. Seeing Nola in the doorway, he came up and looked over her shoulder.
"Gosssshhhhh!" Uncle Frank, as he'd learned to call him, was messing around with Lisa! He heard the girl moan happily, and saw Frank bucking his hips back and forth even though nothing was touching his cock. "Jeeezzze!" Frank was gonna cum just sucking the kid's cunt! And Lisa, she was ready too! He studied the girl who'd become his cousin by marriage. She didn't have any tits yet to speak of, her hips were almost straight up and down. She was kind of pretty though, and he liked her. Bobby couldn't figure out how all this happened but like his aunt, he knew it was a good thing. Frank couldn't say much to him and Nola now!
He stood behind his aunt and ran his hands up under her dress. It was too tight so he unzipped it, and then could put his scrubby paws on her boobs, squeezing gently. He was getting a hard-on just watching. His sturdy cock poked out from the front opening of his pajamas. He let go of Nola's tits long enough to hike her dress up further, and poke his organ into the warm cleft. Then, hands back on her boobs, he tried to enter her. It wouldn't work until Nola obligingly bent over at the waist, and then her moist cunt was tipped toward him.
On the sofa, Lisa moaned and a surprised look spread over her face. "Wow, Daddy! I mean-WOWWW!" She sat up and looked at him, her blue eyes sparkling. "You won't believe this but the marviest thing just happened to me! I thought the top of my head was going to blow right off!"
Frank laughed and sat back on his heels, gratified even though his cock was still pulsing and hard. "I'd believe it!"
Lisa jumped, her gaze going to the far end of the room. "Nola! Look, it's Nola and Bobby!"
Frank turned and saw his wife, bent forward at the waist, her dress hanging and her body lewdly jerking back and forth. Bobby, his hair hanging over his boyish face, pounded his big hard boycock into her pussy from behind, regardless of his audience. His hands were clutching her hips and he yanked her body around as if it were a rag doll. Nola grinned lewdly, her long brown hair switching back and forth. "Attaboy, Bobby, way to go! Come on; kid, fuck me harder! Oh-oh, now, Bobby, now now NOW!" She sagged limply from the waist, while Bobby panted and leaned over her. The boy had cum too, and he was totally exhausted.
"Oh, Nola, guess what! First I saw you and Bobby and then King came along and knocked me down on the stairway-he was humping me, did you know dogs could do that to people?
Humping-that's what Daddy calls it!" The little girl was bubbling, trying to tell it all at once. "I had this awful feeling, I mean good, marvie but awful at the same time, you know what I mean?"
"And Daddy fixed you up." Nola adjusted her clothing and walked up to her stepdaughter. "How do you feel now, honey?"
"Super marvie!"
"I guess everybody around here feels great except me," Frank said in a peculiar voice.
Nola was startled. Had she gone too far? Was Frank going to back down and be the conventional man, the priggish banker, he'd been when she first met him? "What's the matter, Frank."
"This!" He zipped open his pants and they all stared at the huge erection pressing at his undershorts. "I seem to be the only one in this house not getting any and I can tell you, I don't like it at all!"
"Poor baby," Nola crooned. "Sit right down there, sweetie, and let your little wife help you out."
"Can I watch? And Bobby too?"
"Why not! It's part of your education." Nola gave her husband the very best blow-job she knew how. Holding his fat angry cock between her hands, she pulled back the foreskin and touched the tip of her tongue to the tiny eye. "Ummmmm," she said, tasting his semen and loving the strange acrid flavor. "Uuummmmmmm! Ummmmhhhmmmm!" She ran her tongue up and down the fleshy column and then curled it around underneath in the most sensitive area, with her own saliva smoothing the way. She held the hard cock between her hands and rolled it gently, and then moved up and down, the thin outer skin wrinkling as it slid over the turgid full organ.
Frank looked over at his daughter. She was watching, open mouthed and, he hoped, awed at the size of his cock. He felt like a king as he leaned back on the sofa and his beautiful wife knelt before him, doing all those wickedly exciting things to his dick and balls with her lips and her tongue.
Lisa was as impressed as he could have hoped. She held Bobby's hand, feeling very close to her step-cousin or whatever he was. She didn't need the grownups to tell her this was a secret, but at least it was a secret that could be shared with Bobby. She couldn't take her eyes off Nola and her daddy, but one slender hand pushed up in her own crotch. The funny tingling was back again! She tried to do to herself what her daddy'd done.
"Let me," Bobby said, pushing her hand aside.
"I don't know," she said doubtfully. "Will Daddy be mad?"
"He's not gonna be mad about anything right now," the boy answered and Lisa saw it was true. So she sank back on her haunches and let the boy insert his finger knuckle-deep into her moist cunt. "Yipes! It feels even better than the first time."
Nola sank lower and let the fat cock slide over her lips and into her mouth. She sucked it in, her tongue playing on the underside and down its huge length. It struck the back of her throat and she had to swallow hard for a moment to keep from gagging, but then her larynx adjusted itself to the big invader. Frank took hold of her head, urging her on as he bucked forward into her mouth. His tight balls were swelling and pushing him on to more frantic motion.
"Okay now," he said huskily. "Swallow it, baby. Swallow all of it!" His prick bobbed up and down in her suctioning throat. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled as she tried to get every drop of the steaming hot liquid inside her. "Jesus," he groaned, "you're sucking my balls dry ... but I love it. I love you, Nola, I do!"
The children were spellbound, hanging on to each other in an ecstasy of fearful delight. Without knowing how it'd happened, Lisa had pulled Bobby's boyish prick out of his pajamas and was trying to imitate her stepmother's expert touches, while he caressed her trembling pussy with his hands.
Frank pulled Nola up beside him and kissed her smackingly, his tongue shooting into her mouth so he could taste his own cum. His arms held her close while he looked at the youngsters sitting on the floor. He felt a moment's pang when he saw what they were doing to each other, but what else could he expect? He'd been the first, and there'd be many other occasions now that the family had this splendid new understanding. The family ... they were all there but one. While visions of daily orgies had been dancing in his head, he'd forgotten one thing. His son, Dave. Now Frank cringed as he remembered the boy. What would he say to all this?
As if reading his mind, Nola said, "What about Dave?"
They all looked at each other. Nola said, "Some boys that age are-priggish, I guess you'd say. Dave gets mad at me if I'm not all buttoned up. He told me my swimsuit was too skimpy."
"Me too," Lisa said mournfully.
"He keeps Playboy under his mattress," Bobby offered.
"Does he now?" Nola was thoughtful. "I think maybe I have a plan. If you'll all cooperate, maybe I can change Dave's mind about things. That's a difficult age but, it's better if we get him straightened out right now. Isn't it, Frank?"
CHAPTER TEN
Dave was the quietest member of the fucking family, and the one Nola knew least. The boy made good grades in school, he was active in Scouts, he collected stamps. He was quiet at the family dinner table, and spent most of his time with his friends. It was a difficult age, she knew. But he was human, wasn't he, and male?
Her plan was very simple: to seduce him herself, and then force him to accept the free and easy sexual scene developing at home. All she needed was a situation in which she was alone with the boy.
Dave always came home to change clothes after school. One afternoon he answered the phone, as the house seemed deserted. It was his father.
"Nola's upstairs in her room. She's hurt her back. Will you stay with her until I get home? ... No, Lisa and Bobby won't be there. King's at the vets having a bath. ... Don't leave her alone, you promise me, son? You know I worry about her....Maybe you can give her a back rub. Thanks."
Dave tiptoed up the stairs. If his stepmother was asleep, he could get his homework done.
"Dave ... is that you, honey? Come in here, please."
Nola lay on the bed with a satiny quilt over her. The curtains were closed and the room was dim. She held out a hand to the boy and drew him down on the side of the bed.
"Dad says you're sick."
"It's just my back, Dave, it does this sometimes. If I roll over, will you rub it for me?" Nola knew what an enticing figure she made, in the intimate atmosphere of the bedroom. She wore a pale blue chiffon robe that accentuated the creamy smooth skin and rosy shadows. The folds of the material barely concealed her luscious boobs and pink tits. Dave saw it all, because he quickly turned his eyes to the far wall.
The thought of rubbing her back, of touching her at all, turned Dave's hands to icy blocks. But he couldn't say no, when his dad had asked him to. "Sure, Nola, I guess so. I'm not very good at it, though ... whyn't you wait till Lisa gets home, or Dad?"
"Because it hurts now!" She moved her shoulders seductively as she rolled over, so the boy had a quick glimpse of her breast. "Just rub ... start with the spine and work out."
He carefully put his hands in the middle of her back and began to rub, feeling like a fool.
"Ooooh, that feels good. Your hands are so strong! But you're right, you're not very good at it. Let me show you." Nola sat up, the robe now dropping off the other shoulder. "Turn around, Dave, and let me show you."
Self-consciously the boy turned his back to her. It shook him when she pulled his shirt out and slipped her hands underneath. "Unbutton your shirt, this is too tight. Go on, Dave, do it."
Then her hands were all over his back, from the nape of his neck to deep in his waist. The heels of her hands dug in while the fingers played a light tattoo across his ribs. He felt a spreading warmth come over him. At that age, even the idea of being in a bedroom with a woman was exciting and embarrassing.
'But the most important part is the waist," Nola said, crossly, "and I can't reach yours. Pull your pants down lower, Dave, unbuckle your belt."
Dave obeyed, blushing. The slender strong fingers massaged his waist, reaching almost down to the crack of his ass. He sat in a dream, relaxing into the heavenly warm relaxation of it.
"There!" Nola slapped him briskly across the buttocks. "Now you know how ... you have been paying attention, haven't you? Now you can give me a good massage. Your hands are nice and strong, Dave, you'll fix me up in no time."
His pants still riding his hips, Dave turned in time to get a burning flash view as his stepmother shrugged the thin robe off her shoulders. Her breasts were huge, bigger than the girls in the magazine centerfold! Their lush round beauty started an ache deep in his groin.
"It's no good with clothes on," she said matter-of-factly, flopping on her stomach. "Okay, Dave, get with it."
His hands still felt big and clumsy as he began to massage her shoulders. He felt like a fool but he gradually forgot his awkwardness as her burning flesh smoothed under his touch. Nola made little murmuring sounds of pleasure which encouraged him.
So far so good, she was thinking. But how do I get him from this point to the next? He really is a doll, and so good looking, I wonder why I never noticed before? This may be for the family but it's a real labor of love! What a hot fucker he's going to be, so young and strong!
Dave's hands worked down to the waistline. He couldn't help seeing the crack in her creamy round ass, just above the line of the comforter. Little by little his hands moved toward those irresistible warm globes, even though he told himself it was wrong.
"That's good, Dave, keep it up. Lower down, please," she said drowsily.
He massaged harder, his eyes magnetized by her flaring hips. "You sure are pretty, Nola," he ventured, and she smiled into the pillow knowing it wasn't her face he was talking about.
She hoped he'd make the next move on his own, but he was evidently still too shy. Poor baby, he couldn't really believe what was happening to him! She'd have to take initiative. "Pull the cover down lower, Dave," she directed. "Rub my legs and fanny too."
The boy stopped and sat rigid, a burning column of shame.
"Dave! Do what I tell you or I'll tell your father!"
Still he sat there, unable to move.
Nola turned around and sat up, bare to the waist. "Aren't you going to mind me?" she said sharply. "Listen, honey, I see what the trouble is. You're shy, aren't you?"
He stared at the trembling white globes. "It isn't right."
"Nonsense! We're all one family, aren't we? There's too much prudery in the world, and I'm not going to have it in my own house. Our bodies are part of us ... it's silly to pretend they're not, that they don't even exist. While I'm not your mother, honey, I'm doing a mother's job with you and Lisa. Teaching you is part of that job, teaching you manners ... and about the world ... and about men and women too. Don't be ashamed of yourself, or of me, Dave. Look, I'm flesh and blood just like you." She took his hand and pressed it on the crest of one boob. The little tit took its cue and stood up against the palm of his hand. "There, doesn't that feel good?"
"But-but Dad! He'd be madder'n hell!"
"No, he wouldn't, you just wait and see." She noticed that his body was inclining toward her until she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. "Put your arms around me, Dave. You've learned to massage but there's a lot more you need to know!"
The boy couldn't stand any more. He grabbed with both hands, reaching for those tits that bobbed tantalizingly in front of him. "This is terrible," he groaned, hanging on tight. "You're gonna hate me, Nola, but I can't help it!"
Nola kicked back the cover and fell on her pillows, the boy's body warm and heavy on top of her. "Sweet baby," she crooned, "my sweet baby. Don't you worry now, everything's gonna be all right."
Dave's mouth clamped on hers and she let her lips open a bit. "Have you ever French kissed, Dave?" she whispered. "Go ahead, try it now." His tongue shot out instantly, circling in the warm red mouth, plunging deep in her throat.
"I-can't-help it!" He was still fighting his own natural sexuality as he writhed on top of her.
This kid's gonna cum in his pants if I don't hurry, she thought. I better get his dong inside my cunt right now or it'll be too late ... fuck him now, teach him later! Get him while he's hot!
She herself was more than ready! Her belly felt like a pit of molten lava, and her heart was beating like a kettledrum. All the fun things, the nuances and skills, could wait! Once she had his cock in her clutching cunt, she'd have his mind captured too!
Nola pushed at the jeans riding low on his hips, and he waggled his body and pushed them too. In seconds his bare flesh was burning hers, writhing uncontrollably. She could feel the hard lump of his tumescent cock digging into her hairy mound, without direction, and seeming ready to pop at any moment. This was no time for finesse! She arched her hips and reached for that hot fat prick, sliding it easily into the warm wet nest of her cunt.
"Sheeeee!" His jaw dropped as he felt hot pussy around his dong for the first time. "Wowwieeeee!"
Nola put her hands on his flat ass and guided his stroke-for about one minute. Then Dave exploded, his boiling sperm shooting into her clutching cavity, filling it and frothing as it ran down over her round white thighs and seeped into her pussy hair.
The boy started to withdraw, but she held him firmly by the asscheeks. "Hang in there a minute, honey," she said. Nola herself hadn't begun to get her rocks off! And she knew that, at the age of fifteen, the boy's dick could be hard again, and again, and again.
And it was. Between a quarter of four and six-thirty, Dave fucked her seven times. Even Nola was beginning to get tired, or at least to want a little variety. She told herself that he had to get it all out of his system first, get used to the idea of plain old fucking. Her idea was to give him so much pleasure he'd never be able to get along without it, and it looked as if it was working only too well! She'd cum too, more times than she could count, and she was happy to see that his skills were improving and he needed much less guidance from her hands and twisting body.
"Dave, honey," she coaxed, "let's take a shower now, hmmmmm?"
"Okay," he said reluctantly. But the minute he'd climbed out of the messy, smelly bed, all his fears came back to him. "Nola! What if Dad finds out?"
"You leave all that to me." She smiled sweetly at the boy. He really was a darling. How lucky she was, to have married Frank and have all this as well!
She longed to take a shower with him, but this was not the time. She'd never get out of the bathroom! So she sent him ahead while she quickly remade the bed with clean sheets. Dark had fallen, and the rest of the family would be home in an hour or two. She stretched luxuriously.
Dave stood in the tiled stall with hot water beating down on him. His body was totally relaxed from the sensual experiences, but he had worries on his mind. How could he face his father and sister after all this? Come to think of it, how could he walk out of the bathroom and face Nola? On the other hand, how could he not walk out and face her, grab her, throw her down on the rumpled bed? He grinned and decided this was one time he'd better let the grown-ups handle it.
He heard soft footsteps in the bathroom and then, a moment later, a tinkling noise. Someone was peeing into the toilet! Nola's voice penetrated the curtain of water. "Hey, Dave! Save some hot water for me!"
He stepped out dripping and stared. His stepmother was in the bathroom all right, straddling the stool while the yellow urine gushed out of her. Her legs apart, she looked down at her crotch and said thoughtfully, "I didn't realize how bad I had to go."
Dave's voice was thick. "Nola?"
"Yes?" She was so bright-eyed and calm as she looked up at him. "What's the matter, sweetie, you embarrassed again?"
"No, not at all," he lied. Trying to live up to her, he swaggered over to the toilet. "Spread your legs a little more, I have to pee too."
She giggled and widened the vee of her legs. "Be my guest."
He took hold of his prick and aimed it, jetting a steady yellow stream between her spraddled thighs. A few warm drops splashed on her satiny skin. " 'Scuse me, Nola, I didn't mean to get you wet."
"You already did." They both stared at the flaky white semen stains on her legs and belly.
"The least I can do," he said boldly, "is wash them off for you." He shook his deflated prick, sprinkling her again. "Into the shower with you, Nola, or should I call you Mom?"
"Mommie dear," she giggled, going from the bowl to the shower stall without bothering to wipe herself. "Give your dear Mommie a good scrubbing, now."
"You bet I will!" Dave adjusted the shower and got in with her. He picked up the soap and rubbed it between her shoulder blades, working up a thick lather. Scooping the suds up, he slapped them between her legs and carefully washed every inch of her loins. Her hairy crotch slathered with suds, the laughing woman turned to face him. "Pasties now, and I'll look like a stripper!" Obligingly he dabbed a handful of lather on each pink pointed tit.
"You see what fun sex can be," she said and sighed, looking fondly at her handsome new son.
"Yes, but-every so often I get freaked by it," he confessed. "Like, what's Dad going to say? How'm I going to face him? And worse, how'm I going to stand it around here, not being able to touch you whenever I feel like it?"
"You worry too much," Nola said. "It's natural, I guess, but just you wait and see. It'll all work out."
Dave shook his head, losing interest suddenly in the sexy, sudsy game. "I can't help it, Nola. I won't kid you, I love fucking you. I loved every minute of this afternoon. But-I can't stop worrying about it. I know my Dad too well."
You think you do anyway! It ought to be near time for Frank and the others to come home. The sooner we get this over, the better!
"Everybody out of the shower," she said. "Get dried and dressed, Dave, I think I hear your father's car."
That scared him, and he leaped out of the shower, towelled himself quickly and went to his own room to dress. He was still there, deep in his thoughts, when Nola knocked, telling him to go downstairs. "With me," she added. He opened the door to find his stepmother beautifully dressed and made up, her hair twisted into a chignon, her face sparkling-eyed and merry. "I have a surprise for you," she said, "yes, more surprises! You'll like this one even better than your massage lesson."
"Impossible," he said, linking his arm in hers.
They went downstairs arm in arm and into the shadowy living room. The draperies were pulled and only one soft light glimmered in a corner. "What's the surprise? Where is everybody? Dad?"
A soft sighing groan was his only answer. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the light and he looked around, dumbstruck. Nola stood with her arm in his, waiting for him to take it all in. She was pleased and proud of her family, and especially of herself. She'd brought Dave into the fold, just as she'd guided the others in the new and exciting way to live. She hadn't really intended it, but she hadn't drawn back, either, when different things happened. As always in moments of crisis, her memory took her back to that hot afternoon in Big Mac's vacant room. Poor Mac, back at work now, so she'd heard, and probably still looking at his lewd photos while he jerked himself off. Too bad the pictures hadn't changed his life the way they had hers! Because if she hadn't seen the pictures, she wouldn't have let Bobby get in her box. And if she hadn't already been aroused by her nephew, she might have acted far differently with the two criminals. Looking back, she knew that her life had hung by a thread several times. If she'd screamed and carried on, if she'd acted the outraged virgin, either of those men might have killed her without a second thought.
And if all those other things had not taken place, then she and Frank might still be shy with each other and with the children. Instead of which-she looked at Dave. He was beginning to realize what he was seeing. His incredulous face turned to her.
"It can't be a joke, but-but it can't be real either. Holy cow, Nola, is this my family? Or am I having the weirdest dream in the world?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Twelve-year-old Lisa lay on her back on the sofa. Her naked pale body glimmered, what could be seen of it. Her father sat astride her legs, knees down to keep his weight off her delicate frame. He was bare-ass naked too! His huge inflated cock arched out from his hairy loins, ticking the little pink vee of his daughter's cunt. "Are you comfortable, honey? I don't want to hurt you," he said.
Lisa was moaning softly, moving her head from side to side. Her piquant face was flushed with excitement, her mouth hanging open. "Don't tease me, Daddy," she said in a little-girl voice. "You promised! Bobby's fucked me but you haven't, and you promised!"
"You're so tiny," he groaned.
"That's not stopping you! You asked me to bring my girl friend Bettina over and she's no bigger! It's because you think it's incest and Nola says you got to get over those hang-ups!"
"All right, honey, all right." He used his thumbs to spread the ragged rosy lips of her pussy. "You sure are juicy," he complimented her.
"Get busy! Quit talking!"
The head of his prick began to slide into the narrow opening. Dave pinched himself. Yes, that really was his dad, about to screw his baby sister! And there the old boy went, sliding his dick in slick as a whistle! And there was Bobby too, sitting watching while he untied the laces of his shoes. Bobby shucked down in a hurry and went to the end of the sofa. Perching on the arm, he looked intently down at Lisa's rapt face. "Does that feel good? Do you like it when your Dad does it to you?"
"Yessss!" she answered blissfully. It seemed as if she could feel every wrinkle and corrugation of her tight little wet vagina, sensitively reacting from the mighty pressure in it. "Ummmmm!" She wiggled her hips. "Harder, Daddy, your dick's not all the way in yet!" He shoved again and she screamed and bit her tongue. It felt like it was going right through her! Her daddy must have the biggest cock in the whole world! Then the tightness and pain eased, leaving behind an indescribably warm and delicious feeling. The lascivious child moaned again. "Marvie, Daddy, you're super marvie."
Bobby's own prick was surging with blood and growing full and hard. Inching forward, he let it brush against Lisa's thrown-back face. The little girl gasped and begged: "Let me lick it, Bobby, please." He scooted farther and put his knees on either side of her head, so the smooth white organ bumped against her nose and chin. Her girlish hands clutched it and pumped rapidly, still trying to imitate Nola's expert touch.
"How long has this been going on?"
Nola loved the look on Dave's face. He was absolutely flabbergasted! "Not long, sweetie, just a couple of weeks. We were all afraid you'd disapprove."
"Right under my nose, for two whole weeks?"
"It wasn't easy." She giggled. "Now you know why we had that big seduction scene this afternoon. We figured you couldn't get upset at this, when you'd just finished fucking your stepmother."
"I don't know what to say. I ... I feel like an ass."
"Try mine," she invited wickedly. "Damned if I don't."
The conversation caught Lisa's attention. "Hi, Nola, Dave! Come join the party." Then she popped Bobby's long dick back in her eager sucking mouth.
Frank looked up too, and nodded. His face was red from exertion. He was trying to be kind to his daughter and pump his prick into her tiny twat easy, but her fast-moving hips made it impossible. She bobbed against him so fast, his stroke was rough and out of rhythm. He picked up the beat, deciding not to worry. She'd scream if she were hurt. He felt self-conscious about performing in front of his son, too. But he forgot about all those minor things when a sudden gust of passion caught him up. He pounded his prick hard and harder into the slick wet vagina, his eyes popping and his breath rasping. "Oh-Ohhhhh! Go, Lisa, go!"
Dave felt the first tumescent stirring in his loins. His clean jeans seemed tighter than a moment ago. His balls ached and he had an impulse to go over and yank his father right out of his cozy spot. What a pretty little body Lisa had! Would he get to try it too, in this new free-swinging atmosphere?
"David, why don't you undress me?" Nola smiled at him seductively. "Don't you think we're rather overdressed?"
"Ye-ah!" He looked at her, trying to figure out where to begin. Her dress had a wide front zipper with a metal ornament, and he pulled it down.
Nola wanted a change of pace. Earlier she'd stripped herself naked for him as she enticed him into her bed. This time she meant to make him work for it. Under the dress, which he was pulling off her shoulders, she wore a slip, bra, panties, garter belt and nylon stockings. Dave did all right with the dress and slip. They went over her head and were folded on a chair. Then he went behind her and fumbled with the bra hooks. Nola waited, feeling her full boobs swell heavily and her pussy grow warm and wet. At last the boy managed the hooks. She held out her arms while he pulled the bra off.
"God, you're so beautiful!" Dave was beginning to realize what a lucky boy he was. Without Nola, none of this would have happened. He'd have gone on having his wet dreams and swapping girlie magazines with the other guys. His father would have stayed the loved but remote head of the household, someone he respected but would never have a real conversation with. He'd have peeked at his sister in the bathroom when he had a chance, as he'd done before. He'd have grown up well enough, but only half alive, only using a portion of his warmth and sensitivities. He looked at Lisa, panting and gasping in the throes of her orgasm. Bobby's cock was spurting lewdly, spraying the girl's face and shoulders. His father was leaning on the back of the sofa, his shrinking dick slipping out of Lisa's cunt while he gasped and spluttered happily.
His heart overflowing with love, he put his hands on Nola's firm jellied orbs. "This is the most wonderful dream I've ever had!"
"Silly! Get busy on the garter belt."
He unhooked it clumsily. Taking pity on him, she released the garters and stripped off her nylons. She was dying to get in on the fun! And, she suspected Dave wanted to try his new knowledge on his sister. Who could blame him, the girl was so adorable!
"I want my big brother! Come here, Dave!" Lisa held out her arms. When the boy ran to her, she kissed him wetly on the mouth. The obscene smell of Bobby's jism was in his nose and the taste of it on his tongue. "Uhhhh!" He made a face. She wrinkled her nose at him and said, "What's the matter, you only like your own?"
Suddenly Dave realized he was the only one with clothes on. He was shy about undressing, but turned his back and stripped, taking the time to lay his clothes neatly in a chair, shoes lined up in front of it.
Frank watched his son and realized how difficult all this was for the boy. He couldn't be expected to take it all in at once. They'd ganged up on him and sooner or later he'd realize it. It was up to Frank to make this transition easier, for Dave and for all of them.
"Listen, Nola and kids. You too, Lisa, let go of your brother's balls. I mean it!" He paused. "Listen to me. We're a family now, a real family. We've gone this far on impulse, and I'm sure we've enjoyed every minute of it. But I think it's time to sit down and talk it over. This isn't the way a family normally behaves, at least I don't think it is. As far as I know. Anyhow, let's have a little discussion before we go any further ... Lisa! Quit goosing Bobby!"
The mischievous girl put her hands behind her back. "Yeah, Dad, and I'm thirsty too. How about a Coke?"
Eventually they settled down in the family room, the two adults with highballs and the youngsters with soft drinks. It was a pretty normal American scene except for the fact that they were all naked. The boys were rather self-conscious, but Lisa slung one leg over the arm of a chair, ignoring the way her pink, almost hairless pussy winked and pooched at them.
"Meeting's called to order," Nola said.
Frank didn't know how to begin. "We got into this situation by accident, you might say."
Dave wanted to know how it did begin, and they told him quickly. He turned a wise eye on Nola. Somehow he thought she was the instigator but he didn't love her any less for it.
"Anyhow, we've all been enjoying ourselves up till now. Now I think we should make a decision. Whether to go on like this or not. It would be hard to quit, I'll admit that. But if Nola or I thought it was bad for you kids, or if you yourselves didn't want to get this involved right in your own family ... I think we should talk it over."
"Why talk? Let's fuck!"
"Lisa, be serious."
"Don't pick on me, I am serious. You think I'm just a dummy, okay, maybe I act like one but I really have been thinking about all this. It's part of living, isn't it? Part of growing up? And they don't teach you one useful thing about sex in school. And then there's the boys I know, smirking and giggling and trying to get a quick feel. I don't think that's nice. Like Dave peeking at me in the bathtub."
Her brother's face grew red.
"I'm not blaming you, Dave, that's just the way it is. Or the way it was. It's natural for kids to be interested in sex and curious about it. Now that I've tried it, I can see why. You grown-ups wanted to keep all the good things for yourself!"
"Not me," Nola said smiling.
"What do you boys think?"
Dave was serious. "You know we won't dare tell anybody, Sis, don't you? Not anybody at all."
"There might be a few broadminded families in town." Frank was thinking of Lisa's girl friend Bettina. She was a lot more developed than his daughter, and he'd had a yen for her for a long time.
Lisa seemed to read his mind. "Yeah, Bettina's folks are swappers. Bettina and her brother fool around together all the time, no kidding."
Frank and Nola looked at each other. "Even so, we'd better take it easy. There's your father's position to think of," she said.
Dave was trying to think reasonably like his father said, but a couple of things were bothering him. One was the sight of his stepmother, drink in her hand, her beautiful lascivious body casually relaxed in a chair. It wasn't easy to look at her and not find his mind wandering, remembering the way he'd plunged his prick into her steamy cuntal depths so many times. The other thing, and it distracted him even more, was the female he hadn't had. His pert precocious little sister was enough to disturb anybody's peace of mind. She didn't seem to care what she showed, the way she was sitting! Her dainty toes flexed and loosened as she shifted her skinny bottom to get more comfortable. Her wide open pussy was blatantly obvious, the little pink opening gaping. Compared to her, Nola looked positively modest!
"Hey, Dad," he said, and blushed.
"Go on, Dave."
He blurted it out. "You guys are all sitting here talking about not doing it any more. And it's not fair! I mean, like you been doing it for two weeks, right? Doing it together, the four of you, and I guess Nola and Bobby for longer than that." Nola nodded as he looked at her. "Then you get me into it, get me all excited and give me a taste of how great it all could be ... just a taste! And now you want to turn it all off? Before I even had a chance to catch up with all of you?"
"Wow, Dave, you're right!" His impulsive sister stared at him, feeling sympathy for the tormented boy. "All you've done is fuck Nola while we've been ... and I always thought you were cute, Dave, even if you were my own brother. I mean, I never minded you peeking at me. Why do you think that bathroom door was open so many times?"
While the rest of the family watched, she went to her brother's chair and snuggled up to him. She held her flower-like face up to him. "Kiss me now, honey. And never mind what the rest of them decide, you and me are gonna have some fun. They can't watch us all the time."
"So much for family discussion," Frank said. He began to realize that while it was good to talk about things, to have it all in the open, he couldn't necessarily change what happened. He'd started something, at least he'd backed Nola and continued what she'd started, and he couldn't turn it off now. For better or worse, this was what his family was, and what his family life would be like. "What about it, Nola? Do you see anything wrong with going on as we are?"
She shrugged. "You can't change human nature, and I for one don't want to. And I think Lisa recognizes something I should have known from the first ... females are at a premium around here, aren't they? We're going to be the best loved wife and daughter in the county, maybe the whole state. I should complain about that?"
"You're so right! You feel in the mood right now, lover?"
"No," she said. "Right now, I'd like to sit here and have my drink and watch. Let's see how much Lisa's learned, huh? Won't it be kicky to see her and Dave together? Then ... we'll see what happens next."
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Spin the milk bottle!" Bettina was incredulous. "I didn't come over here to play kid games!"
"Don't get uptight," Dave advised her. "We don't just go off and kiss, you know. In fact, we don't go off in corners at all. If you just hang in here a minute, you'll see how it goes."
The boy had grown both physically and in emotional maturity in just a few months, Nola thought fondly. His shoulders were wider, his features gone from the formlessness of boyhood to handsome distinction. She looked around, realizing that all the children had matured in a very happy way.
Of course, there was no changing Lisa's mischievous personality even if they wanted to. The little girl, her breasts more rounded and hips beginning to flare, had sneaked up behind her brother and was just then dropping an ice cube down his back. So much for Dave's dignity!
And Bobby too was more grown up. He might have to go back to his own home some day, but he'd always be part of them. After all, he was the first of the younger generation to get into this delightful sexuality! He and his aunt had been through a lot together!
Frank came over to his wife and squeezed her tit gently. "Time to get your clothes off, sweetie." He smiled at her. He must have been thinking along the same lines, because he said, "It's all worked out fine, hasn't it? The kids are okay and so are we."
She giggled. "Know what I heard in the supermarket yesterday? Compliments-from the minister's wife, yet! She said we were the happiest family in town, the most successful in terms of family life. She said we were setting a good example for the rest of the town, because we did so many things together!" Nola stood up and began to unbutton her dress. "I felt like a fraud for a few minutes, and then I thought, why not? We do have the greatest family life of anybody I know!"
Bobby, Lisa, Bettina and Dave were sitting on the floor, waiting for the adults. They'd already stripped and their young bodies glowed with health. Lisa looked Bettina over critically. The girl had round young boobs like half grapefruits, and her tits stood out shiny pink. She was clutching her little cunny and giggling because she had so much hair already, and Lisa still was almost bare.
"Spin the milk bottle! You Hutchens' are the most! What took you so long to invite me over? I've been hinting for months."
Frank dropped down on the floor beside her. "It's more than just fun and games with us, Bettina. Our family is very precious to us. We wanted to be sure of what we were doing." His eyes caressed the girl's shapely body. Unlike Lisa, she still had a trace of summer tan. He could see the two white stripes where her bikini had protected her from the sun. Somehow it made her more erotic, as if they were seeing something which was meant to be hidden. "Of course we're awfully glad you're here now."
"So am I." The girl put her head on his shoulder and snuggled close. "I hope the bottle points at me, because I'm going to choose you if it does. You want me to?"
"Of course. But so do Bobby and Dave, I'm sure."
"That's okay," Bobby said. "We'll all get a chance at each other before we're done, won't we, Aunt Nola? That's the rules."
"Right." There were no secret jealousies, no ganging up, in this family.
Frank stroked Bettina's leg, his hand touching the cute blonde-haired triangle. It had taken long enough to get her here, he agreed, and he'd been lusting after the girl for months. It was Lisa and Nola who finally forced the issue, though. "We need another female," Lisa said. "I don't have time to get my homework done."
Dave gave the bottle a spin and sure enough, it stopped at the newcomer. Everyone watched avidly while Frank put his arms around the girl and kissed her open mouth. She may have been experienced to a certain degree, but she was sure to learn something from his expert lovemaking.
Nola lay back on the floor, her head turned so she could still see Frank and Bettina. "Come on, King," she whispered. "Warm Mama up!" The big collie wagged his tail and walked across the floor.
His tongue lolled lazily as he nosed between her creamy thighs. Ummmmmhmmmm! That's my good doggie. You 're the one started it all ... and I can't get along without my doggie! That's right, lick me good, get my pussy nice and wet and hot! You're my good luck charm, King, because you brought me the best and happiest family a woman ever had! Pretty soon you can hump me, too, when Frank's finished. I want Bettina to watch, I bet she's never seen anything like it before. God, what fun we all have ... Aaaaiiiii, King, lick me suck me do it do it DO ITTTTT!!!
