The process of growing up, of passing through the age of adolescence has, through the ages, been marked by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from family and peer group a-like. Certainly, in our society today, the problems of youth appear to be more marked than ever.
We hear constant reports of the pervasive use of drugs and alcohol in our schools. Of shoplifting and other petty crimes. Of promiscuity and dangerous VD epidemics.
This is the story of one teenage girl. Healthy, honest, and pretty, Anna is torn by the conflict between her mother's puritanical standards and her own awakening sexuality. With the help and understanding of her older sister, she not only comes to grips with her sexuality, but also becomes part of a plan to help her mother become a woman at ease with her own feelings.
HERE COMES MOM-the story of one girl's coming of age, and the effect it has on her family.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Quit that, Sammy," Anna said. Beverly stopped cold as she heard her younger sister's voice coming from the bedroom. She had decided to come home early that afternoon, without calling, but she'd certainly not expected to find anything going on. "Just let me have a little feel," Sammy pleaded.
"But Beverly might come home," Anna protested.
"Ahhh," Sammy said. "She won't be home for a couple of hours yet."
Beverly felt a warmth between her legs as she listened to their voices. She was filled with a desire to watch what was going on.
She walked softly to the door and peered through the slight crack.
Her sister was on the bed, her long red hair fluffed on her pillow. She wore a short skirt that had already been pulled up above her knees, revealing shapely legs. Anna still had the slight plumpness of a fifteen-year-old, but she was fast maturing into a young woman.
"Please," Sammy said.
"No," Anna said. "I don't think it's right."
There was something in Anna's voice that caused Beverly to wonder if she was teasing. Sammy didn't wonder, for his hand was already running up her leg.
"Now, Sammy," Anna said.
His hand touched her thigh and Anna closed her legs together tightly. Sammy rolled over and bent his head to kiss her young lips.
Sammy was seventeen and Beverly had often wondered about him. His eyes were older than he was, as if he knew too much for such a young boy. He was a good-looking boy with blond hair and a body that was conditioned by athletics. .
A few times Beverly had even found his eyes undressing her.
"My sister," Anna said again.
"I told you," Sammy said. "She won't be home for a couple of hours."
Now Sammy was kissing Anna's throat and the curve of her neck. Beverly could see that it was turning Anna on. In fact, it was turning Beverly on. She wondered if she should stop them but somehow she couldn't make herself enter the bedroom.
She wanted to see more.
Sammy had no intention of disappointing her. He was kissing Anna's lips and his hand was probing farther and farther up Anna's thigh. Anna parted her legs slightly and Sammy's hand went home.
Anna moaned as Sammy's hand started to rub her pussy. Beverly knew her sister was getting hot because Beverly was feeling the heat and she was only watching.
Beverly wondered how far it would go, and she knew that she really didn't want it to stop. She wanted to see her sister get fucked.
"You should stop, Sammy," Anna said.
"Don't worry," Sammy said. "I won't hurt you, baby. I just want to make you feel good."
Beverly almost laughed out loud over Sammy's line. How many times had she heard that one before? But it seemed to work, for Sammy's hand was still between Anna's legs.
Sammy grew bolder. He kept kissing her neck but he moved his hand up to caress her swollen titties. He touched them gently and then he began to undo her blouse.
It took Anna a moment to realize what he was doing.
"Oh no, Sammy," she said.
Sammy didn't listen. He got her blouse unbuttoned and he tugged it out of her skirt. He peeled back the blouse so that her large, bra-covered titties were exposed. He wasted no time. His hand went beneath her back to unsnap her bra.
"No, Sammy," Anna moaned. "Please, no." But Sammy was already lifting her back and unsnapping the white bra. "Oh Sammy," Anna said.
Beverly felt another warm flush as. she watched Sammy tug the bra away from her little sister's titties. She knew how Sammy must feel as he looked hotly down at her swollen peaks capped with hard pink nipples.
"You're beautiful," Sammy said.
"Oh, Sammy," Anna said again.
Beverly could stand it no longer. She parted her legs slightly and placed her hand between her legs.
She began to rub her hand on her pussy.
Sammy bent his head to Anna's firm, luscious boobies and he sucked some of her sweet flesh into his mouth. Anna began to moan loudly as he sucked on her. Beverly heard the sounds his mouth made on her flesh and it made her hotter.
Sammy put his hand to the zipper of Anna's skirt. This time Anna really did try to stop him. She rolled away and put her hand on top of his.
"No," she said.
But Sammy was stronger, both physically and mentally, and he spoke soft words to her as he forcefully removed her hand.
He slowly pulled her zipper down. She was still protesting with her words but she didn't try to remove his hand again. He got her zipper down and he tugged at her skirt.
"Lift your hips," he said. "Help me."
"Sammy, we shouldn't," Anna said, but she was lifting herself up so that he could pull the skirt down her legs. Beverly was getting really hot as she looked at her sister's naked body. Only flimsy panties blocked her view of her sister's pink pussy, and Sammy was quickly getting rid of them.
"There," Sammy said, as he got her panties down her plump legs and dropped them on the floor. "Now you really are beautiful."
It seemed like Anna's entire body blushed red as Sammy looked hungrily down at her. He once more pushed his hand between her legs.
"Sammy," Anna said. "Oh Sammy."
Beverly knew what was happening. She could see Sammy's finger going into Anna's cunt. Beverly could see the pink lips of Anna's cunt as Anna tried to escape from his probing finger.
"Stop that," Anna said. "Please stop."
Beverly could tell that Anna really didn't want Sammy to stop. Anna was beginning to feel good and her hips were already moving to the rhythm of his finger.
Beverly's hand slipped underneath her panties and she pushed one finger into her cunt. With the tip of her finger she found her hard clit and she started rubbing it. She could feel her large nipples well up under her bra to hard aching points.
"I want to fuck you, Anna," Sammy said.
"No, Sammy," Anna protested. "You can't."
Beverly cursed underneath her breath. She knew that Sammy was hard and she also knew that Anna was ready to be fucked. He shouldn't talk. He should simply go ahead and do it.
"Yes," Sammy insisted.
Beverly had to give him credit for making up his mind. He had a determined look in his eyes that said he was going to fuck her no matter what.
"You're not," Anna said.
Anna tried to slip off the side of the bed and Sammy caught her shoulders. He pinned her down as his lips touched hers again. All the resistance seemed to go out of Anna. She remained still as his finger entered her cunt again and his lips kissed her shoulders and neck.
Beverly's pussy was getting juicy as she pushed another finger inside herself. She could feel the heat growing in her body, aching for release.
Sammy got off the bed and Anna looked up at him with a puzzled expression on her face.
"What are you doing?" Anna asked.
Sammy didn't answer. Instead he showed her by undoing his shirt and pulling it off. Beverly gasped as she saw the thick mass of manly hair that covered his chest.
Beverly liked a man who was masterly, and Sammy seemed to be getting confidence as he went along. He unzipped his trousers and peeled them off his legs. Beverly could see the bulge underneath his shorts.
"Sammy," Anna said. "Please don't."
Sammy took her hand and placed it on his cock. She didn't remove her hand as he made her rub him through his shorts. Anna's eyes grew wider and her lower lip trembled.
"Please, Sammy," she said.
Sammy only smiled and tugged his shorts down his leg. Anna's delicate hand fell against his hot rod and she drew it back as if it had been burned.
Beverly found herself jealous as she stared at his beautiful prick. Anna didn't know what to do with a rigid prick, but Beverly would have. She could almost feel her fingers wrapping around his meaty staff, feel the trembling and jumping of his sweaty flesh.
Beverly wanted to be free of her clothes. She wanted to rush in naked and take Sammy's beautiful prick inside herself. She needed it, but she knew she didn't dare do anything like that. Ail she could do was stand and look.
Sammy lay down and once more took Anna's hand.
"Sammy, don't," Anna said.
"I want you to touch me again," Sammy said. "I want you to put your hot hand around my prick."
"I can't, Sammy," Anna said.
Go ahead, Beverly moaned. Go ahead and touch his prick. Do what he wants.
Sammy took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his stiff member. She drew her hand away but he put it back once more.
Sammy directed her in the movements of her hand and soon she was beating him. A little drop of white appeared on the end of his prick.
"Oh," Anna said, and jerked her hand away.
"It's all right," Sammy said. "It's only cum."
Sammy pressed his prick against the side of Anna's body and the white dripped off on her. Anna shivered, but Sammy was giving her little time to think. His hand was pressing her legs apart.
"Oh Sammy," Anna said. "Are you really going to do it to me?"
"Yes," Sammy said. "I'm going to fuck your hot little box."
"But Sammy," Anna said.
Sammy stopped her protesting by pressing his lips against hers once again.
She moaned as he slowly got on top of her. She tried to close her legs again but he got one knee between her thighs. He rubbed his knee against her pussy until she was gasping softly.
He removed his knee and pressed down on top of her. Beverly could see his balls hanging down as he began to press his cock into Anna.
"Oh no, Sammy," Anna said. "Oh no, you can't."
Beverly had mixed feelings as she watched her little sister become impaled on Sammy's cock. She was afraid that Anna would suffer pain but she also knew that Anna would learn what pleasure was.
Beverly saw his cock being sucked in by the pink pussy lips of her sister. Evidently her sister was a virgin, for suddenly Sammy met with obstruction. Sammy started rotating his hips to break his cock through Anna's hymen.
"Oh Sammy," Anna said, as his cock broke through and entered her up to his balls.
Beverly felt hot sparks all over her body as
Sammy's cock went into her sister. She knew she was getting close to her climax. She moaned a little too loud but she wasn't worried about them hearing her.
They were too busy.
"Oh God," Beverly moaned. "Oh God, I need a stiff prick!"
Her pussy flooded hot juices as she came. She kept pushing her finger against her clit until the last spasm of delight passed through her body. . She had her eyes tightly shut and now she opened them again. Her panties were sopping wet from her climax but she didn't care. She wasn't going to move away from the door until it was over.
Sammy withdrew his long prick from Anna's cunt.
Now his beautiful prick was covered with Anna's blood. He held it just outside of her cunt and rubbed his cock-head up and down her pussy lips.
Anna was getting hotter.
His large cock-head was once again pressed into her quivering pussy lips. She gasped as his long rod entered her and he began a rhythmic fucking.
"Sammy," she moaned. "Sammy, Sammy!"
Her voice sounded as if she was pleading with him to stop and pleading with him to continue at the very same time. Beverly knew how she was feeling. Beverly remembered how it had been when she had gotten fucked for the first time.
Beverly wished she had a picture of Anna. Anna's mouth was half open in passion and there was a sleepy look in her eyes. Her red hair was spread out on the pillow and her hips were jerking in rhythm to his fucking.
Then Anna's hips began to jerk in spasms of pleasure.
"Oh," Anna moaned. "Oh, what happened? I don't know what's happening to me. Oh Sammy, what's wrong with me? I feel something happening. Oh, oh, oh, ohhheeeeee!"
Beverly saw Anna's hands surround Sammy's shoulders and she pulled him down, mashing her titties flat. Beverly saw Sammy's hips jerking and she could almost feel his thick cum entering her cunt.
Finally it was done. Sammy quit pounding his cock into her sister's body. He rolled away and his prick went soft.
Beverly stared at the drops of white that leaked from the end of his prick. It seemed such a waste. She wanted to rush in and take his prick in her mouth. She controlled her impulse.
Instead she slipped through the room and back out the front door.
She looked at her watch. She wasn't due home for another forty minutes. She could walk around until then. She wanted to give her sister and
Sammy plenty of time to get dressed again.
Right now she didn't want them to know that she knew what had happened.
CHAPTER TWO
Beverly decided she would walk to the cafe for a cup of coffee.
Tim Adams served her and she shuddered at the way his eyes undressed her. Tim Adams was an ugly old man and she couldn't stand him. Every time he got near her he tried to touch her.
"I saw your sister in here earlier," Tim said.
"Did you?" Beverly asked.
"She's a pretty little thing," Tim said. "A real pretty thing."
Beverly gave him her proud look and he quickly left her table. Beverly sipped her coffee and thought about her sister.
Anna was a pretty little thing and it had only been a matter of time before some boy tapped her virgin cunt. Beverly was kind of glad it had been Sammy. Sammy was a good-looking boy who knew enough to allow Anna to enjoy it also.
Anna was different from the way Beverly had been when she was fifteen years old. Anna was shy and Beverly had never been accused of being shy.
Beverly smiled as she remembered her first experience with boys.
She'd been two years younger than Anna, just thirteen. But she already had the soft curves of a woman's body. Her titties were already drawing the attention of boys, and she delighted in being so admired.
She wore clothes that showed off her figure and she talked older than she was. All she'd actually done was kiss a boy and that had been on the cheek. But the boys thought she knew more and she did nothing to change their minds.
Perhaps if she hadn't put on such an air of being so wise then nothing would have ever happened, but the boys began to believe her stories. One afternoon while she was waiting for a bus, a car-pulled up beside her. She immediately recognized the four boys who were inside.
"Hey, Bev," Art Petrie said. "How about a ride?"
"I don't think so," Beverly said.
"I told you," Jimmy Douglas said. "I told you she'd be too scared."
Beverly could see her reputation disappearing right before her eyes.
"I'm not scared of anything," Beverly said. . "Especially not of you children."
"Then how about a ride?" Art asked again.
"Why should I?" Beverly, asked.
"Well, we've got a cold cooler of beer in the back," Art said. "Do you like beer?"
Beverly searched her mind for a way of getting out of the ride and still keeping her tough-girl reputation. The truth was that she was scared of going anywhere with the boys. They were nice boys, but even nice boys could get carried away.
"Come on," Joe Parks urged. "Come on."
Beverly sighed. There was no way out of taking the ride. She would just have to be careful.
"Okay," Beverly said. "But we can't stay out for long."
Beverly got into the back seat between Joe Parks and Jimmy Douglas. The fourth boy in the ear was the driver and his name was Charles Edwards.
Charles frightened her more than any of the other boys. Charles seemed to know his way around!
Charles drove the car out to the lake. It was a pleasant place in the early afternoon. It was warm and there was no one around.
"Take out the beer," Art said. "Let's get this party started."
"I didn't realize it was going to be a party," Beverly said. "I might have brought my dancing slippers."
Art gave her a leering grin and punched her in the arm. "You won't need your slippers for the kind of party we're going to have."
Beverly felt a little nervous at his words. She was starting to feel that taking the car ride with the boys might turn out to be more than she'd wanted.
Charles popped the cap on a beer and handed it to her. Beverly sipped a little but she didn't like it.
The boys did better on their beers. They had them opened and a couple finished off before Beverly had taken the third sip out of hers.
"Well let's get the party started," Jimmy said. "Who's fust, Beverly?"
Beverly turned around and looked at the expectant faces of the four boys. How was she going to tell them that she was a virgin?
"Oh no," Beverly said. "Not all of you. Oh no!"
"What's the matter?" Charles asked. "You chicken? Maybe you're just all talk."
"I'm not!" Beverly said. "But I'm not going to mess around with four boys."
"She's chicken," Jimmy said.
All of the boys looked disappointed except Charles. He had a smug grin on his face. He sipped again at his beer.
"So you're not going to take us on?" Charles asked.
"No," Beverly said. "Not all of you."
"I don't think you'd know what to do with a cock if you had one," Charles said.
All of the boys gasped at Charles's expression. They could hint around at doing it, but none of them would have ever dared to talk to any girl that way. It just wasn't done.
Beverly realized that she was getting in deeper and deeper but Charles had made her angry.
"Hell," Beverly said. "Probably there's not a real cock among you."
She regretted her answer the moment she'd said it. Charles smiled at her and lazily reached down and unzipped his fly. There was a deep silence in the clearing as Charles reached inside and pulled his cock out.
It was so sudden that it took Beverly completely by surprise. She had not expected Charles to be brave enough to do anything like that. Now she was confused about what she should do.
She was also interested. She had never seen a cock before, even limp, and she found herself looking at it harder than she should have. She wondered what a limp penis would look like hard. Even limp, Charles' cock was somewhat bigger than she'd imagined.
"What are you doing?" Beverly asked.
"You should do something for us," Charles said. "If you're scared to fuck then maybe you'll jerk us all off."
"I couldn't do that," Beverly said.
"Why not?" Charles asked. "You've seen a cock before, haven't you? Everybody says that you're a wise girl, so you must know how."
"Of course I do," Beverly said, "It's just that I never had an audience before."
"You know what I think," Charles said. "I think you're just a little girl who talks a lot about something she knows nothing about."
Beverly saw her reputation going before her eyes. It wouldn't take long for the word to get around school that Beverly wasn't the wise woman of the world that she pretended to be.
She looked once again at the slowly stiffening cock coming from Charles' trousers. The thing really didn't look so bad. She could do something like that, keep her virginity, and her reputation.
"All right," Beverly said. "I'll do that."
Charges looked shocked. Beverly gave him a soft smile that looked bolder than she felt. She could hear the hammering of her heart.
"You'll do it?" Charles said.
"Of course,'" Beverly said. "Why not?"
At least she had taken some of the wind out of Charles. But what to do now? She had no idea how to go about jerking a boy off. She decided she would do the best she could.
"What now?" Beverly said.
Charles sat down on a grassy place and undid his trousers. He pulled his trousers and shorts down to his knees and sat waiting.
None of the other boys were brave enough to pull their trousers down but they all gathered around expectantly to see what would happen.
"Sit here," Charles said.
Beverly sat down close beside him. Her heart was still hammering so loud that she was sure he could hear it. Charles finished off his beer and threw the can away. He leaned back on his hands.
"Go ahead," Charles said.
Beverly put her hand on him. She felt the hot skin. She opened her fingers and laced them around his cock. His cock started to grow. She watched it, wide-eyed, as it grew hard and stiff beneath the touch of her fingers.
Nobody said anything. Only the sound of their breathing could be heard.
Beverly wasn't sure what to do after that but she experimented. She laced her fingers tighter around his stiff cock and began to move her hand up and down. She was rewarded by Charles' loud groan.
She knew she was doing something right and she continued to move her hand in an up-and-down motion. She used her thumb to rub the sensitive part just under the large cock-head. She didn't know if that was helping, but it seemed to make him more excited.
"Jesus," Charles said. "Oh Jesus."
She started moving her hand faster as she knew he was getting more and more excited.
"Why don't you make it more interesting?" Charles asked.
"What do you mean?" Beverly asked.
"Let me see a little of your body," Charles said.
"No," Beverly protested. "This is all I said that I'd do."
"Just your titties," Charles said. "I want you to show your tits. Nothing else."
For some reason Beverly wanted her blouse off. She couldn't understand it but her skin was itchy and she was excited by the prospect of showing the boys a little of her naked flesh.
She wasn't so scared of rape anymore.
She knew the boys would settle for just getting jerked off. It would make things a little hotter for them if she showed her titties.
Besides, she was proud of her large tits. They were already bigger than her mothers' and certainly bigger than any of the girls she went to school with. She knew that her mother often looked at her with a little bit of alarm because of the hugeness of her titties.
"All right," Beverly said.
She jerked him off with her right hand but with her left she unbuttoned her blouse. There were a couple of gasps from the boys as she exposed her white skin and her full titties covered with a woman's bra.
"Damn," Jimmy said. "They're already bigger than the girls in magazines."
"They're not that big," Art said. "But God, they're nice."
Jimmy helped her with her bra. He knelt behind her and unbuttoned her bra and pulled it from her shoulders. She had to let go of Charles' prick for a moment so that they could pull it away.
"Jesus," Charles said.
She had not been looking down and suddenly she felt something hot and sticky on her hands. She looked down and she saw the stream of white shoot from the end of his cock.
"Jesus," he said again.
She looked down at the sticky cum that covered her hand. For some reason the cum made her sticky between the legs.
The rest of the boys were quick to strip down their trousers. They leaned against rocks, or trees, or just lay down on the ground. One by one she jerked them off, loving the feel of their hot, sticky cum on her ringers. She was tempted to go farther than just beating them, but she controlled her impulse.
The boys were well satisfied with what she did for them.
Beverly wasn't. Later that evening she lay in bed with her fingers between her legs. She thought of their hot cocks and she massaged her clit until the good feelings came.
Beverly had discovered that she loved cock.
CHAPTER THREE
"A pretty girl like you shouldn't sit alone."
Beverly looked up from her almost empty coffee cup into the face of a man. She didn't recognize him. He looked like a construction worker, or something like that, for he was muscled, tanned, and his blond hair was cropped short.
Tm not," Beverly said.
"You're not?" he asked, looking around. "No," she said. "Aren't you going to sit down here?"
"Of course," he grinned.
He sat down across from her and she felt his leg brush against her own. He did it again and she grinned at him.
"That's my leg," she said.
"It's a beautiful leg," he said. "I saw them when you came in. I like a girl who still-likes to wear a mini-skirt."
He wasn't a man who wasted time. A moment later she felt his rough hand on his knee.
"Why don't you finish your coffee," he said. "I've got an apartment just a few doors away."
Any other time she would have just laughed his proposition off. Men were always trying to pick her up, and she was no prude, but she was careful who she went off with.
But this time was different She had gotten hot looking at her sister fuck Sammy, and her thoughts had made her even hotter. She was ready for a good fuck session and this virile-looking man looked as if he could give her one.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Joe Rowers," he said.
"Flowers," she said. "That's a funny name for a man like you."
"L-like it," he said. "Now let's go." , He was so confident, so self-assured, that it really excited her. He was a man used to making women do what he wanted. Beverly nodded at him.
"All right," she said. "I'll look at your apartment."
Beverly thought about her husband as she walked with the strange man to his apartment. Her husband had been gone two weeks on a business trip. He was due back the next day. She told herself that she could have waited for Bob to come home. Bob was capable in bed and he could have helped the itch between her legs.
But she wasn't going to wait. Joe Flowers was too exciting a man.
His apartment was not what she expected. She had expected a rugged-looking place but instead she found it to be a soft and comfortable-looking room.
"like it?" Joe asked.
"Yes," Beverly said. "Very much."
She could feel his eyes on her as she sat down on his couch. He was undressing her with his exploring eyes. She admitted to herself that it was probably wrong to be here with him. Her husband wouldn't have understood.
"A drink?" Joe asked.
"No thank you," she said.
"I agree," Joe said. "We should get right down to business. The bedroom's that way."
She shrugged her shoulders as she got up and walked to the bedroom. She kept telling herself that she shouldn't behave this way. Yet she didn't try to leave.
Joe stepped into the bedroom behind her and she felt his strong arms go around her. The palms of his rough hands rubbed against her large titties and she could feel her nipples grow hard.
"Damn," Joe said. "I've wanted to feel those since I first looked at you."
His hands caressed her as he pulled her back against him. She felt his hard cock pressing against her buttocks. It made her feel a little weak.
"Feel that?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "I feel it"
"It's hard for you, baby," he said. "It's hard and ready."
"Oh Jesus," Beverly whispered softly.
She had never come close to a man who was treating her as Joe was treating her. Never had she felt a man so completely in control.
He picked her up, in strong arms, and carried her to the bed. She didn't fight when he put his hand underneath her short skirt and caressed her thighs.
"I'm hot for you, baby," he said.
She reached for his cock, fingering him through his trousers. She felt it grow even harder under the touch of her hand.
His hand went farther up her leg to rub her hungry pussy.
"Is it hot?" he asked. "Is your pussy hot."
"Yes," she admitted.
His hand left her cunt and went to her titties again. He caressed them until they were aching, and only then did he start to undress her. Joe got her blouse undone and he pulled it off her. Only her bra remained, covering her huge mounds that he wanted so much to see.
Beverly was glad he was undressing her. Her body was hot underneath all her clothes and she wanted to be rid of them. She lifted up so that he could unfasten her bra and pull it off.
"Beautiful," he said. "Really beautiful."
He kissed her nipples until they were harder than before, and then he began to suck her soft, sweet flesh into his mouth. Beverly groaned as she felt the delightful sensations.
"Oh baby," she moaned. "You're making me hot! You're making me so hot!"
His hand tugged at the zipper on her skirt until he had it down. He pulled the clasps of her skirt apart and pulled her skirt down her long legs. She kicked the skirt off and she had nothing on but her panties. He looked down her body with hot, appreciative eyes.
"You are beautiful," he said. "Is the hair down there the same color as what's on your head?"
"Why don't you find out?" Beverly suggested.
He laughed and his hand went underneath her panties. She jumped as she felt his fingers parting the lips of her pussy and one rough ringer going inside her cunt.
"Oh," she said. "Ohhh!"
"like that?" he asked.
She didn't bother to answer because he knew she did. Her ass was bucking wildly as his finger kept plunging in and out of her cunt. She was dripping juices down there and she wanted his cock. She closed her eyes and thought about what it was going to be like to have his big, thick pole in her hot cunt.
It didn't matter that she was being unfaithful to her husband. Her husband could go to hell. She needed a cock, and she needed one that moment.
She reached frantically for his zipper, trying to tug it down.
"Hold on there," he said, laughing.
"Please," she said. "Don't tease me. I need your cock, and I need it bad."
"You are a hot little bitch," he said.
"Yes," she agreed. "I'm a hot little bitch and I need a cock. I need one bad!"
He took his finger out of her cunt and she saw his head go down between her legs. She groaned as she felt his tongue licking away some of the juice on her red pussy hairs.
"Oh, baby," she moaned. "Baby!"
He pushed his tongue through the tangle of her cunt hairs into the sweet pussy. She jumped as she felt his tongue going deep inside her. His tongue felt good. She could feel her hot skin tingling.
"God," she moaned. "God, what are you doing to me?"
He raised his head. "Nothing you won't enjoy, baby."
"Oh yes," she agreed. "I love it! I love it!"
He licked up the rest of her hot juices and then his tongue began to rub the inner walls of her cunt. She shivered as spasms of pleasure went down her body. She put her hands underneath her head and then ran them nervously through her long red hair.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Oh Jesus!"
His tongue found her clit and he sucked it between his lips. He licked and caressed her hard bud until she thought she was going to be torn apart. He had her on the edge of her climax a couple of times, but each time he seemed to realize it and he stopped.
"What are you doing to me?" she screamed. "What are you doing to me?"
Tm going to make it good, baby," he said. "Really good."
She was much past the point where she could even act like a lady. She wanted his stiff cock and she begged and threatened to get it. Again he seemed to realize when she was at that point where she could get no more excited.
He drew back and undressed. She watched him with hot eyes as she fingered herself. She had never fingered herself even in front of her husband, but she had never been so hot before.
He stripped off his shirt and trousers until he was only in his shorts. His body turned her on even more. He had a well-muscled chest covered with tiny blond hairs. His belly was flat. She could see the huge bulge pressing against his shorts.
He grinned at her and stripped off his shorts. He had one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen. A beautiful, long, thick cock crowned with a huge red cock-head.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Your prick," she said. "I want your cock. I want your hot prick inside me."
"Kiss it," he said.
She was quick to comply. She got to her knees and kissed the huge cock-head. She tasted a little of his salty sperm and it had a good masculine taste. She opened her mouth and took the entire length of his cock into her mouth.
"Ummm," he moaned. "So you like a little deep throat"
He grabbed the back of her head and crammed his meat deep into her throat. She gagged at the depth of his cock but he wouldn't allow her to spit him out Instead he began to fuck her hard in the mouth.
He was choking her, but after a moment she began to enjoy the deep sensation of his cock. He was brutal with her, but it only excited her more.
He gave her a little more of his lubricating fluid before he released her.
"Get on your back," he said. "And lift your legs up above your head."
She had never been fucked in that position, but she didn't argue. She lay back and lifted her legs up above her head. She knew she was exposing herself completely to him but she didn't care.
He lay down on top of her, pressing her legs against herself. She felt his thick cock-head at the entrance to her cunt
He gave her no time to get ready. He plunged his large cock forcefully into her, deeper than any cock had ever gone.
She grunted as he drew his cock out and rubbed it all over her pussy lips. Then he plunged it once more back into her juicy cunt.
"Now move your ass, baby," he said. "Move it like you've never moved it I want you to be the very best fuck I've ever had."
She tried. She suddenly wanted to be the very best fuck he'd ever had. All thoughts of herself were gone. She only cared about his pleasure. She moved her ass like she'd gone crazy, moaning into his ear and begging him to fuck her harder.
She had never been so filled with a cock. Usually she wanted a man to go slow and easy and whisper sweet words to her. She only wanted Joe to bruise her, to put his swollen cock into her like he was beating her to death.
He began to fuck her faster, making loud noises each time his huge prick came out of her cunt. His balls slapped against her with each deep stroke and it excited her each time.
"God, Joe," she moaned. "Oh God, it feels so good. It feels so good!"
"You hot little bitch," he said. "You fucking hot little bitch. You like a cock, don't you. A big stiff cock right up your cunt!"
"God yes," she answered. "I like a big cock up my twat. I love it. I love your hot stiff cock in my pussy."
She had never talked like this before and she had never abandoned herself so completely to a man.
He was wild now, his hot cock sending sparks of excitement all through her body. He was fucking her so hard it was almost like she was being punished by his huge prick. It was a punishment she wanted.
"Jesus," she moaned. "Jesus, I'm coming. Oh fuck, I'm coming! Oh Jesus fuck I can't stop itttttttt!"
She felt her orgasm start and then she felt his hot cum pouring into her body. With each rhythmic stroke she felt his hot liquid enter her. He groaned and collapsed on top of her just as she flooded him with her hot juices.
She didn't move. She allowed him to lay there until his breath became normal and he pulled his cock from her tender cunt.
"Oh God," she said. "It's never been like that. Never!"
Beverly turned her head to look at this brawny man and she knew she was going to have to keep away from if she could. He was too much man. After a while, she would be living only for his cock. She didn't like a situation that she couldn't control, and she knew she'd never be able to control his man.
Quickly she got up and pulled on her clothes. She was still feeling tingly as she gave one last look at the man on the bed.
"You'll be back," he said. "Now that you know where I live."
Beverly hurried out the door. She had no intention of ever coming back there again. It had been too good the first time. She had a feeling that another session like that would end her marriage. She couldn't go home to her husband and leave this man a second time.
CHAPTER FOUR
Anna was dressed and cooking supper by the time Beverly got back to the apartment.
"You're late," Anna said.
"I had some things to do at the office," Beverly said. "What have you been up to all day long?"
Anna gave her sister a suspicious look and shrugged her shoulders. She didn't answer the question. Instead she said, "I'm going to miss the city when your husband comes home."
"You are?" Beverly asked innocently.
Beverly knew what Anna was going to miss the most, but Beverly wasn't going to mention Sammy's cock.
"Fm going to miss this apartment," Anna said. "And all the things to do. I'm going to hate going back to the country."
"Well maybe you can come up again some time," Beverly suggested.
"I doubt it," Anna said. "You know how mother is. She didn't want me coming to visit you in the first place."
Beverly sighed. She certainly did know how , their mother was. A very prim, proper woman. Beverly doubted that her mother had even kissed a man since their father died.
"I'm going to take a shower," Beverly said.
She'd hardly gotten the water running and stripped out of her blouse and bra when she felt someone in the room with her. She turned around quickly to see Anna standing in the doorway.
"You're very pretty, you know," Anna said. "I bet Bob loves those."
"Most men do," Beverly admitted. "Did you want something or did you just come in to watch me undress?"
"I wanted to talk to you," Anna said.
For the first time Beverly noticed that Anna's lower lip was trembling, and she looked as if she were about to cry. Beverly realized that it was probably the after-effects of what had happened with Sammy.
She knew that Anna was probably worried and feeling guilty. Beverly had lived at home long enough to know her mother's views on sex.
"What's the matter, Anna?" Beverly asked softly.
"Oh Bev," Anna cried. "I've done something awful. Really awful!"
In another moment Anna was against her, pressing her youthful body against Beverly's naked titties. Beverly was no prude. She had made love to another woman before and she remembered how Anna's body had looked without clothes. She felt her nipples start to get hard and she pushed her sister away.
"Come on now," Beverly said. "Nothing could be that bad."
"It is, though," Anna sobbed.
"Tell me what happened?" Beverly asked her sister.
Bit by bit Anna blurted the entire story out of what had happened between her and Sammy in the bedroom. Only Anna kept saying it was just a boy. Beverly tried to control herself as Anna came back into her arms once more.
"There, there," Beverly said soothingly. "What's so wrong?"
"You don't understand," Anna said. "We did it. I mean, I went all the way with him."
"Was it Sammy?" Beverly asked. "No," Anna said.
"You're lying," Beverly said. "I can always tell. Now was it Sammy."
"Yes," Anna admitted.
"Well he's a very nice-looking boy," Beverly said. "I don't see what the problem is."
Anna looked at her sister with unbelieving eyes. Beverly smiled and wiped away some of Anna's tears.
"If you enjoy it," Beverly said. 'Then it's right."
"But," Anna started to say.
"No buts," Beverly said. "Now get out of here and let me finish my shower."
Beverly thought about her sister as she finished her shower. Beverly knew what it was to feel guilty. She'd felt guilt the first few times a man had kissed her. She'd think about her mother and her mother's rules each time someone put his hands on her.
She got to the point where she couldn't enjoy sex, but then she decided that it didn't matter what her mother thought. It was Beverly's life and she was going to live it the way she wanted.
Beverly had never felt guilty about anything again. But she knew what Anna was going through. She knew the hell that her mother could put a person through.
Anna had supper on the table when Beverly came into the kitchen. Beverly had wrapped a robe around herself because she didn't feel like putting on clothes. She felt pretty good. Her skin still tingled from the loving that Joe had given her.
Beverly found out that she was really hungry as she started to eat. And the cooking was up to Anna's usual perfection.
"How about a drink?" Beverly asked.
"A drink?" Anna asked.
"Sure," Beverly said. "You're a woman now and a woman should know how to drink."
Anna looked a little hesitant, but Beverly finally convinced her. Beverly made the drinks and the two of them settled down onto the comfortable couch.
"Well?" Beverly asked. "How was Sammy? Was he a good lover?"
Anna blushed red. She sipped at her drink and felt the liquid warm her insides. She didn't want to talk about Sammy, for she could still feel the hot itch between her thighs. Sammy had been good. Damned good. Sex had-been everything her mother told her it wasn't.
But Anna, still felt guilty. She couldn't understand how her sister could take things so casually.
"I don't want to talk about it," Anna said.
"Don't be silly," Beverly said. "Sex is a perfectly normal topic for conversation. I'd tell you anything you wanted to know about Bob and me."
"You would?" Anna asked.
Beverly felt a little warm as she noticed how interested her sister suddenly became. Beverly had also noticed how Anna's eyes kept straying to the strip of flesh revealed by the parting of her robe.
Beverly decided to really give her sister a treat. She crossed her legs so that her robe fell away almost to her red-fringed pussy. She saw Anna look away guiltily and then look back again.
"Poor Anna," Beverly said softly. "She doesn't know what she wants."
"Could I have another drink?" Anna asked.
"Of course, darling," Beverly said. "But make it yourself. I'm kind of tired."
Beverly smiled as she watched her sister fumbling with the bottles. Anna gave herself a little more booze than Beverly would have given her. Perhaps Anna was trying to get her strength up for something.
"You don't have to be a nun," Beverly said. "What?" Anna asked, as she sat back down. "I mean you don't have to be a nun around me," Beverly said. "Don't be ashamed of what you do. So you fucked Sammy. Big deal."
"Oh," Anna said. She'd never heard her sister talk this way. She'd never heard her mother say anything but damn and that very seldom.
"Fucking is natural," Beverly continued. "I fuck Bob every chance I get."
"And others?" Anna asked.
There was a quick flicker of interest in Anna's eyes. Beverly decided to be truthful with her sister. There was nothing to be gained by lying.
"Of course there have been others," Beverly said. "A woman's needs are just as strong as a man's." Beverly moved closer to her sister and put a warm hand on her sister's knee. She squeezed her gently.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, sis," Beverly said.
"I don't want to be," Anna said. "I want to be like you."
"Give your sister a little loss," Beverly said.
Anna looked a little surprised and shocked as Beverly bent her head to kiss Anna. Beverly could feel her heart start pounding as she felt her sister's firm titties press against hers.
Beverly pushed Anna back on the couch.
"What are you doing?" Anna asked, shocked.
"I just want to teach you some other things," Beverly said softly.
She kissed her sister's mouth again. This time she pushed net tongue in between her sister's lips and into her sister's mouth. Anna quickly drew her head away.
"You shouldn't kiss me like that," Anna said.
"Why not?" Beverly asked.
"Because it makes me feel funny," Anna answered. "like when Sammy kisses me."
"That's how I want you to feel," Beverly said. "Just relax, baby sister."
Beverly realized that her sister was just a little drunk or she'd never have allowed Beverly to do anything. It had not been Beverly's intention to go so fast. She just wanted her sister to feel relaxed and understand that sex was not bad. But in the back of her mind Beverly had wanted to seduce her sister and now there was no way to stop herself.
Beverly moved her face to her sister's throat and began to kiss the soft flesh there. She sucked in some of her sister's flesh and used her tongue to tease it. Beverly knew she was exciting Anna because Anna's breath was coming faster.
Beverly continued to kiss her throat and then to run her tongue along the inner circle of Anna's ear. She blew very gently into Anna's ear and she could feel Anna start to respond.
Beverly realized that Anna was a hot girl just by watching her with Sammy. Now she realized that Anna was much hotter than even she'd thought.
Anna was a bubbling cauldron just waiting to explode.
"Oh Bev," Anna said softly. "What are you doing to me?"
"Just making my baby sister feel good," Beverly said. "Just making you feel good."
"But this isn't right," Anna protested.
"Of course it's right," Beverly said. "Anything that feels good is right." j
Beverly's robe had fallen open and now Beverly drew back so that she could untie it. She saw Anna's eyes go wide with shock.
"It's all right, baby," Beverly said, "it's just too hot in here." Beverly undid the robe and slipped it off her shoulders. She saw the guilt in Anna's eyes once again as Anna looked at her sister.
Beverly pressed her naked titties against her sister and put her mouth back on her sister's throat She moved so that her titties were rubbing against Anna. Anna groaned. Beverly knew that Anna couldn't help her feelings. Beverly remembered the first time a woman had seduced her. It just felt too good to stop, no matter how guilty she'd felt about it
Beverly put her hand on her sister's buttons and slowly undid them. Anna protested but she didn't try to remove Beverly's hand. Beverly got her Mouse off Anna's shoulders and reached beneath Anna's back to undo the bra. Anna's titties sprang loose like overripe melons. Beverly palmed one, slowly running her hand over the beautifully shaped tit.
"Bev," Anna groaned.
"Now I'm going to really show you something," Beverly told her sister.
Beverly bent her head and touched her lips to the soft flesh of her sister's titties. 'Beverly slowly opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to touch the hot flesh. Anna groaned and tried to move so that Beverly was not touching her.
Beverly noticed that Anna really didn't try that hard to move.
"Let me, little sister," Beverly said. "Let me touch and taste. And you can touch mine." Beverly opened her mouth wide and captured one of her sister's hard pink nipples in between her lips. She teased the nipple with her tongue before taking in more of Anna's sweet flesh.
Beverly enjoyed sucking her sister's titty. She especially enjoyed what it was doing to her sister. Anna was going crazy. Her hips were writhing against the couch and Beverly knew it was time to go farther.
"I want you to get naked," Beverly said.
"Oh Bev," Anna said. "I shouldn't. I couldn't. It isn't right."
"Get naked," Beverly said. Beverly made her voice hotly fierce and she knew her sister couldn't refuse. Anna didn't. She quickly unzipped her skirt and slid her skirt and panties off. With hungry eyes, Beverly devoured her sister's sweet body.
Big but still girlish titties. Flat tummy. White thighs centered with a mass of curling red pubic hairs. A truly beautiful girl.
"Now we're both naked," Beverly said. "Isn't this more comfortable?"
She didn't give her sister time to answer. She ran her tongue down Anna's neck to the hollow of her throat. She bit and kissed the throat while she fondled Anna's titties.
Anna got the idea. Beverly felt a timid hand creeping up her side and then a hot hand was pressed against her titty. She moaned and pushed her titty farther into the clutching hand.
Anna went crazy. She groaned, and both her hands were pressed flat against Beverly's titties. Her fingers caressed and massaged and tore deep gasps from Beverly's throat. Beverly could feel her pussy getting hot.
She went up her sister's body until her nipples dangled inches from her sister's mouth. Anna turned a pale white. She didn't know what to do. Beverly helped by pushing her right titty into her sister's mouth. Anna sucked reluctantly at first but then her mouth grew hungrier.
Beverly felt the hot shivers go up and down her body each time Anna's mouth touched her flesh. She knew that Anna was ready for more and Beverly gently pushed her mouth away from her.
"Now I'm going to love you," Beverly said.
Anna nodded. Beverly pushed Anna onto the soft carpeted floor and made Anna spread her legs. Beverly went down on her sister.
She felt Anna tremble as she touched her lips to Anna's pussy. Beverly gently licked all of the wet juice from the lips of Anna's pussy. She ran her tongue all over Anna's hot thighs and thick pubic hair. She had Anna almost begging for it before Beverly pushed her tongue inside Anna's hot cavern.
Beverly tasted the salty taste of Anna's pussy. She sucked the pussy walls and pushed her face deeper into Anna's warm muff. Anna groaned as she felt her sister's tongue trailing inside of her.
Now Beverly found the tiny hard bud of Anna's clit and she sucked it into her mouth. She began to suck on it very gently while teasing it with her tongue.
"Oh God," Anna groaned. "Oh Jesus, sis!"
Anna's hips started writhing again and Beverly tasted some of Anna's hot juices. Beverly knew she had Anna hot enough so that it would only be minutes before she came. Quickly Beverly changed position so that her juicy cunt was directly above Anna's face.
"I want you to eat me," Beverly groaned.
She lowered herself onto Anna, feeling her pussy invaded by Anna's tongue. It was a delicious feeling to be sucking her sister while her sister sucked her. She paid more attention to Anna's clit.
Anna screamed and Beverly tasted a flood of hot juices. Anna pressed her face deeper into Beverly's cunt and her wiggling tongue brought spasms of delight to Beverly's body.
Beverly knew she didn't have long left as she felt the hot fires building up. She ground her cunt down on her sister and felt her nipples swell up hard.
She pushed down as her hot juices flooded Anna's face. Anna didn't turn her face away as Beverly had expected. Instead Beverly heard her swallowing.
Beverly fell away from Anna onto the softly carpeted floor.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tim Adams felt a hot urge between his legs as he watched the two young girls walk into his cafe. He licked his dry lips as he looked at the bare flesh revealed when they sat down.
He recognized one of them as the girl who had left with Joe Flowers the day before.
Tim caught the waitress's eye and nodded that he would serve them. The waitress was used to Tim making that kind of request. She knew he was a dirty old man who tried to make the young girls.
Tim walked over to the girls' table.
"Did you enjoy yourself yesterday?" Tim asked.
Beverly looked up into the old man's dirty eyes and gave him a frozen smile.
"It's none of your business," Beverly said. "We'll have your breakfast special."
Anna turned to her as the old man walked away.
"Whew," Anna said. "He gives me the creeps."
"Me also," Beverly said. "But the food is good and quick and we need to get to the airport."
Anna sighed. There was a new look on Anna's face this morning. A look of smug satisfaction, as if she had come to some sort of decision about herself. Beverly could well imagine what the decision was. Probably the same sort that Beverly had made herself a few years back. Have a good time and to hell with mother!
In a few minutes Tim brought them their food. He stood over them as they started to eat.
"Do you have to stand there?" Beverly asked.
"No," Tun answered. "But I thought you might want to talk."
"Talk about what?" Beverly asked. "What could I possibly have to talk about with you?"
Tim Adams was feeling a little angry. He was tired of being treated as some reject when he knew that these two girls were fucking anything in pants. He wanted some action. God, how he wanted some action!
"Maybe you want to talk about that good friend of your husband's," Tim said casually. "Joe Flowers. I know he must be a good friend because you left with him yesterday."
Beverly froze as he walked away. She could feel Anna's eyes on her and she blushed red.
"Was he the one?" Anna asked.
"Yes," Beverly said. "He was the one. But I wonder what that old creep is getting at?"
"Blackmail," Anna suggested.
"Maybe," Beverly said. "It would be just like him to mention something to Bob."
"What are you going to do?" Anna asked.
"Well, you finish your breakfast," Beverly said. "I'm going into the back to talk with him. Maybe I can find out what he wants."
"I think I know what he wants," Anna said.
Beverly gave her sister a painful grin as she left the table. The waitress gave her a curious look as she went past the counter into the back, but the bleached blonde didn't try to stop her.
"I want to talk to you," Beverly said.
"I have an office in back," Tim said.
Beverly followed him to the office in back of the cafe. It was more of a live-in apartment than an office. She could see his bedroom and bathroom through an open door. He had his desk and chair in the front room.
Tim shut the door as she entered.
"It's not a lot," he said. "But it's comfortable."
"Sure," Beverly said. "Now tell me what you meant out there."
"Meant?" he said innocently. "I didn't mean anything."
Tim walked behind his desk and sat down in his chair. He only had one chair and there was no place for her to sit down. He didn't mind. He kind of enjoyed looking at her.
"You made certain accusations," Beverly said. "I want to know why."
Tim leaned back in his comfortable chair. He had just been fishing outside. He had been hoping for some sort of reaction but he hadn't expected her to react this way. She looked a little flustered. Perhaps something had happened with Joe Flowers and she really was worried about her husband finding out
Once more Tim licked his dry lips. She was such a beautiful-looking thing. She was almost like an actress. Tim decided to play it like something had happened.
"I didn't make an accusation exactly," Tim said. "I just wanted to know if you had enjoyed your afternoon with Joe Flowers."
Beverly sighed, there was no doubt that Tim was attempting to blackmail her. She hadn't tried to hide leaving with Joe Flowers, but somehow it hadn't seemed important.
Now she knew that it had been important. She shouldn't have had such hot panties.
"All right, Tim," she said softly. "What do you want to forget about my leaving with Joe?"
"I think you know," Tim said.
Despite her dislike for the creep Beverly felt a little tingle at her nipples. She was being blackmailed into screwing this guy and it was a little exciting.
Tim walked over and turned on his radio. He found a fast tune and he went back and sat down.
"Fast music," he said, "I like fast music. I like a little dancing."
"And you want me to dance for you?" Beverly asked.
"And take off your clothes," he said.
Tim was watching her delicate face. He expected stubborn resistance. He felt that she would get mad and walk out the door.
But he couldn't help himself. He was going to push her as far as she would go. He could feel his prick stiffening and he'd waited too long for such a chance.
He was surprised to see Beverly reach up and undo her hair clip. Her long red hair floated gently around her shoulders. She gave him a smile that made his prick stand up hard as rock. Then she started swaying to the music and taking off her clothes.
This was something he had dreamed about. Often, at night, he had beaten off while picturing this luscious redhead in his mind. He couldn't believe that it was finally happening.
Her blouse and bra dropped to the floor and he hotly ogled those twin peaks. Her tits were the size of half melons and they were capped with nipples of a tasty pink. As he watched, the nipples slowly became hard under the stare of his hungry eyes.
"Gawd," he said softly.
She smiled at him again and the music became faster and so did she. Those luscious melons danced temptingly before his eyes. He could see the outline of her swim suit where the tanned flesh melted into a soft white.
"Gawd," he said again.
With her hands she pushed her tits together and acted as if she was pointing them at him. She pouted, and he could already feel those hot red lips against the head of his cock.
She was beautiful as any of the girls he had ever ogled in the magazines.
"like me?" Beverly asked.
"God, you know I do," he said.
Beverly still looked at him like he was a creep, but she couldn't help the hot excitement between her legs. She couldn't help but feel excited at a man who obviously enjoyed her so much. Her husband always looked at her interestedly, and Joe had been hot for her, but neither man had looked at her as if she was some sort of goddess.
She tugged at the zipper to her skirt and got it down. She pulled her dress down her legs and kicked her skirt off. She wished she'd been wearing garters instead of pantyhose but she got rid of the pantyhose quickly.
Now she stood before him dressed only in her light blue panties. She could tell he was getting hotter by the moment. He was gasping as he watched her shake to the music.
Tim had already unzipped his trousers and he had his hand inside, rubbing his cock. He still couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Slowly Beverly was bending backwards, a heated expression in her eyes.
She pushed her hand downward, rubbing on her flat stomach almost to her cunt.
She started rubbing herself.
Tim had never seen a woman play with herself before and he thought it was the most exciting thing he'd ever seen. She backed up against the wall and started rubbing herself with both hands.
"Oh Jesus," Tim said.
He stood up and his hard cock jutted out of his trousers like an avenging sword. She stopped moving to the music as he approached her.
She knew what he wanted and she quickly fell down on her knees in front of him. He almost screamed out loud as he felt her hot breath against his sensitive cock-head.
She was experienced at sucking cocks. He knew that almost immediately. Her hot red tongue came out and licked just the tip of his cock. Then she ran her tongue down the shaft to his balls. Very gingerly she captured his balls in her mouth. She teased him with her tongue as she rolled the tight balls in her mouth. She coated each of his balls with her saliva before she released him.
She ran her tongue back up him again. He could look down and see the top of her red head kissing and licking his cock.
"Oh Jesus," he said.
She opened her mouth and popped just the crown of his jutting cock into her mouth. She chewed around the sensitive part, not really biting hard enough to hurt but just enough to be felt. She released him again with a loud pop.
"Jesus, suck me," he begged.
Beverly opened her mouth slightly and sucked his entire staff into her mouth. She quit sucking when she felt his balls resting against her chin. She didn't move her head. She allowed him to remain still until her throat muscles relaxed and she was able to bob better.
This time he did yell out loud when she started to bob her head up and down on his cock. He had had his cock in a woman's mouth before but it had never been like this. Never had he felt such hot, wet excitement Never had he felt a woman's throat muscles contracting on his sensitive cock-head.
He knew it would only be moments before he shot his wad into her willing throat. But he didn't want it to be that way. He wanted her pussy. He wanted to feel his rod going deep inside her cunt.
He pushed her head away.
"The bedroom," he gasped.
She nodded and allowed herself to be led into his dark bedroom. He hadn't made the bed, but at least the sheets were clean so he took good care of himself. She saw that he had a collection of pornographic magazines at the head of the bed. Somehow she had known that he would.
She had never looked at a porno magazine before. She got into the bed and reached for one of the magazines as his lips closed over one of her titties. She thumbed through it quickly, and she was more excited by the things she saw there.
She put the magazine down as he tugged at her panties. She helped him by lifting her ass so that he could slip the panties oft her legs.
He stared down at her body with lustful eyes. God, how he had dreamed of this moment. He climbed on top of her and pressed his cock to her pussy lips.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said, as if he couldn't believe it.
"Yes," she urged. "You're going to fuck me. Fuck me good!"
Her body was moving underneath him as he pushed his cock into her cunt. It was like being enveloped by a tight trap of muscle. His cock felt as if it were getting mauled!
"Oh shit," he moaned. "Oh fuck!"
"You like that?" she asked.
"Oh fuck," he said. "It's good. It's so fucking good!"
His lips crushed down on hers as his hard cock went all the way into her cunt.
Beverly couldn't help squealing with delight as she felt his hard cock fill her up. She met his short, savage strokes with a humping of her hips.
"That's it," she said. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
Tim shook with delight as her arms went around his back and she mashed him down against her titties. Her fingers ran up and down his spine as he fucked her.
"That's fine," she squealed. "That's wonderful! Fuck me, Tim! Keep fucking me hard!"
He was in heaven. He could hear the sounds his balls made as they slapped against her. He could hear the sucking sounds her cunt made as she pulled him into her. His balls ached for release and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was pouring his jism into her.
Without earning she pushed him back and her legs came up to circle his hips. She dug her heels into his hips as he drove his cock into her again.
"Oooooooh," she squealed. "It's so deep! It's so fucking deep! Oh, Tim, fuck me, honey!"
She wanted him deep and she'd gotten him deep. His cock-head was pushing deep into her cunt, almost into her stomach. She loved it. She wanted him to pump his load deep in her cunt.
"Oh, give it to me, baby," she begged him. "Fill me up with your hot cum. Give me your load!"
"Oh Jesus," he moaned. "You're going to make me come in you! You're going to make me come!"
"I want you to come," she screamed. "I want your hot cum in my pussy. I want it now. Give it to me!"
She knew how to make him give her his hot load. She reached beneath them and found his hanging balls. She wrapped her ringers around his balls and gave them a squeeze.
"Oh Jesus fuck," he cried. "I'm coming. I'm going to come! Oh shit and fuck I feel it coming out! Oh fucking Jesus! Oh Jessssssssoooooo!"
She felt the first hot spurt of his jism and she started rubbing herself up and down on his cock, milking his cock of every drop of his hot sperm. He collapsed and she quickly pushed him off and went down on his cock. She captured the last few drops in her hot mouth. Tim groaned.
She hadn't come, but she had enjoyed the session with Tim. She left him on the bed and walked into the office. Quickly she dressed but she left him her panties. It would give him something to remember her by.
She took one last look in the bedroom. He was lying on his bed as if he was dead.
"I still think you're a creep," she said. "That's all you get. Don't try blackmail again. It wouldn't be fun the second time."
She left his office. The waitress gave her a suspicious look as she went back to her table.
"I'm on my seventh cup of coffee," Anna said. "I had about given up on you."
"We had to work things out," Beverly said. Anna gave her a look that said she understood completely.
CHAPTER SIX
They got to the airport only to find out that Bob's plane had been fogged in and wouldn't arrive that evening.
"Let's have a drink," Beverly suggested.
"But I'm too young." Anna protested.
"They'll never ask you," Beverly said. "As long as you're with me."
Beverly was right. The bartender never even questioned Anna's age. He gave them their drinks and they took them to a comer booth.
"Mmmmm, good," Anna said, sipping at her drink. "If mother could see me now."
"Don't mention her name," Beverly shivered. "She'd have a fit."
Beverly noticed a tall, handsome man who was approaching them.
"Uh-oh," Beverly said. "Here comes the airport wolf."
"The what?" Anna asked. ' 'The airport wolf," Beverly said. "There's always one around."
As he drew closer Beverly saw that he was not nearly as handsome as he'd looked from far away. He had a rugged look about him, but it was one of those he-man looks that frightened Beverly. He was the type who liked to hurt women.
"Hello girls," he said.
"Why don't you buzz off," Beverly said quickly.
He pushed his way into the booth beside Anna. He immediately put his hand just above her knee. Anna looked frightened. She wasn't used to being accosted in airports.
'Take your hand off my sister," Beverly said.
"Why, baby?" he asked. "You two look like you could use some fun."
"Not from you," Beverly said. "Get out of here."
"Now," he said. "I don't think that's nice. I don't think that's nice at all. Especially when your sister is a little young for drinking."
"That's none of your business," Beverly said. "She's old enough."
"Maybe," the man said. "If she's old enough to be drinking then she's old enough to be played with."
"Get out of here or I'm going to call a policeman," Beverly said.
"You don't have to," he said, his voice suddenly hard. "I am the police."
He took a badge out of his pocket and showed it to her. She gasped. She didn't think policemen were supposed to behave this way.
"Now," the man said, smiling. "Just how old is the young lady?"
Beverly didn't answer. He smiled again and reached across the table and ripped Beverly's purse from her hands. He opened it and looked through it.
"You can't do that," Beverly protested. "I've got rights."
"Fuck your goddamn rights," he said savagely.
There was something in his voice that caused Beverly to stop protesting. She could see that aggressiveness in a woman only made him angry. Perhaps if they simply behaved helplessly he wouldn't stay long.
"Beverly," he said, looking at her driver's license. "That's a pretty name. Now how old is your sister, Beverly?"
"Fifteen," Beverly admitted.
The police officer sighed.
"Fifteen," he said. "Fifteen. Don't you think that's a little young to be drinking like a grown woman?"
"It was just one drink," Beverly said. "And then we were going home."
"I'm afraid not," the man said. "Afraid not. I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you both in. It looks to me like you've been contributing to the delinquency of a minor."
"I'm her sister," Beverly said.
"That doesn't make any difference," he said. "Take your purses, ladies."
Anna looked really scared. Beverly wasn't sure what to do. She was a little scared too. She couldn't imagine what her mother would say.
He guided both of them out through a door near the airport entrance and to a car in the parking lot. He reached in the glove compartment and took out two pairs of handcuffs.
"Oh no," Beverly said. "You're not going to put those on us."
His face was suddenly gentle.
"It's just part of the rules, lady. Everyone that's transported has to wear these. But don't worry. It's only a little way to the station."
Anna had started to cry. Big tears were running down her soft cheeks. Beverly put her arm around her sister's waist.
"You're not putting those on us," Beverly insisted.
"Lady," he said. "We can do this two ways. We can go to the station the way we're supposed to, or you can refuse. If you refuse I'm going to have to call for help and probably a few reporters will come around. It'll make a sweet story."
Beverly felt a little like crying herself. She couldn't believe that she was really being arrested. It was too impossible.
"What's it going to be?" he asked.
"The handcuffs," Beverly answered.
"A wise choice," he said.
He told them to turn around and he pulled their hands behind them. He handcuffed them and then he put Beverly into the front seat. He put the seat belt across her so that she couldn't move. He put Anna in the back seat and did the same with her.
Beverly was too humiliated about being arrested to think about which way they were going. Instead of driving toward the police station he turned toward the country. They were out of the city before Beverly realized that something was very wrong.
"I thought we were going to the station," Beverly said.
"You bitches are so stupid," he said savagely. "Now, do I really look like a cop? Just flash a tin badge and you get scared."
"You're not a cop," Beverly said.
"No," he said. He grinned at her. "I'm a rapist."
"Oh my God," Anna said softly, from the back seat.
Beverly just stared at him. She couldn't believe it was happening and yet she started to see things that she hadn't seen before. He had only shown them a quick glimpse of a badge. No police officer would spend all that time just to arrest a little girl. There was no police radio in the car. There had been no other police officer around, and he hadn't pulled out those handcuffs until he had them in the parking lot.
It had all been bluff. She could have screamed and he would have taken off. He couldn't have made them go with him. She had fallen for his line like an innocent kid fresh from the boondocks.
"Please," Beverly said. "Don't do anything to my sister. She's too young. It could harm her for life. Just take me."
"Sorry, bitch," he said. "But I want both of you. I enjoy two at a time."
He reached across and ran his hand under Beverly's skirt. There was nothing she could do.
"Hot damn," he said. "No panties. You are a willing bitch."
Beverly grunted as one bruising finger forced its way into her cunt.
She was dry and his finger hurt her. He moved it around until it was resting against her clit. He withdrew his hand.
"That's all right," he said. "I don't want you to get too excited."
"Damn you," she said.
He only laughed. He turned the car off into a wooded area and drove up an old dirt road until he was completely hidden from the highway.
"This is it, girls," he said. "This is the stopping place."
He relaxed as he stopped the car and turned off the ignition. Beverly realized that he had done this more than once.
He reached over and pulled up Beverly's skirt to her waist. He licked his lips as he looked at her exposed bush.
"Very nice," he said. "I like a sweet red pussy, and now I've got two of them."
Anna sobbed from the back seat.
"Please," Beverly asked him again. "Just me. I promise you I'll be good."
He grew angry and he clutched her throat
"You'll be good because you know what'll happen if you don't," he said.
"Yet," she croaked. "I'll be good. We'll be good!"
He released her and she took a deep breath. For a moment she thought he intended to choke her to death. His dark eyes frightened her.
"I'm going to start with your sister first," he said.
Beverly shut her eyes tightly and prayed as she heard him get out of the car. She heard him open the back door.
"Please no," Anna sobbed. "Please leave me alone. Oh please don't touch me there. Leave me alone."
"Oh God," Beverly moaned.
She opened her eyes as she saw him bring Anna around to the front of the car. He sat her on the hood with her arms still cuffed behind her.
"How about you, little lady?" he asked. "Are you wearing panties?"
He ran his hand underneath Anna's skirt and felt for himself.
"Well, you're not as hot as your sister," he said. "But I bet we can make you that way."
"Please," Anna said.
"Please, please, please," he mocked. "Go ahead. Beg me. I like it when they beg."
Anna tried to kick at him as he started to undress her. He slapped her lightly and pushed her off balance. The hood of the car was hot and Anna gasped.
"Hurts, doesn't it," he said. "Just keep still or I'll really hurt you."
"Stop struggling," Beverly warned her little sister.
Anna could do nothing to protect herself and she finally realized it. She stopped struggling as the man pulled open the buttons of her blouse. He dropped the blouse back off her shoulders and reached behind her to undo her bra. He undid it and pushed the bra up to her neck.
"Titties," he said. "I love a fine pair of titties. I noticed that about you right off. I said I was going to have to chew on them."
While Beverly watched helplessly, the man went down on Anna. His hot tongue ran all over her creamy flesh and licked at her pink nipples. Despite herself, Anna was becoming excited and her nipples got hard.
"There," he said. "That's the way I like it. Hard and hurting."
He ripped her skirt getting it off and then ripped her red panties off. She was naked except for the blouse hanging off her arms and her bra around her neck. Beverly thought that it really looked strange with Anna dressed like that. Strange and humiliating.
"Get down on your knees," he told her.
Beverly could no longer see what was happening.
The man seemed to realize it and he dragged Anna around so that Beverly could see. He took a handful of her hair and forced her down to her knees.
"Now I'm going to get my dick sucked," he said. "I like to control the action."
He reached down and unzipped his trousers. He reached inside and hefted his large cock out. He even lifted his balls out of his shorts. He was not getting hard and he rubbed his cock across Anna's mouth a couple of times to get it that way.
Beverly watched his cock become hard and she disliked the ugly look in his eyes. She knew he could easily choke Anna if he insisted on putting that big thing in her tiny girl-mouth.
"Please," Beverly said. "I'll suck your cock. I'll suck it and swallow your cum. I'll do anything you want. But please don't hurt Anna."
"You'll get your chance," he said. "I come a lot. I want to practice a little on your sister."
"Please don't hurt her," Beverly sobbed.
He lifted her face up to him and pressed his cock against her red lips.
"Now open up, little girl," he said. "Open up and take Daddy's present."
He gave a brutal laugh as she refused to open her lips. He bent down and squeezed her nostrils together. "You'll open in a minute," he said. "And you'd better not bite. You know what happens to little girls that bite?"
Anna shook her head.
"I take one of their tits home with me."
Anna sobbed loudly and her mouth came open. He pushed his cock into her mouth. He only got the cock-head in but he grabbed the back of Anna's head and slowly started forcing the rest of his rod into her baby lips.
"You'll kill her," Beverly screamed.
"She'll learn to take it," he said. "We've got all night A little dick never hurt nobody."
"Oh God, please," Beverly said.
But he wasn't listening to her any longer. He had the back of Anna's head and he had forced his' cock into her mouth almost to his balls. Anna was gasping for breath but she couldn't get any. Never had she been so choked.
"You ever tasted cum, bitch?" he asked. "I bet you have. I bet you've had it thousands of times. Well I'm going to give you a little more."
Anna kept choking as he started an in and out fucking with his cock. There was nothing she could do but hold her mouth open as a receptive hole for his huge cock.
"Use your tongue a little," he directed her.
He had his head thrown back and there was a look of deep pleasure on his face. He was in no hurry. He liked the sweet sucking sounds of her mouth, like sticking his cock into a warm sucking machine. His balls ached for release but he wanted it to last.
"Keep using your tongue," he directed her. "Keep licking me."
Beverly shut her eyes again. She had never wanted to see anyone so degraded, especially her own sister. She felt so helpless. There was nothing she could do but struggle against her seatbelt.
"Ahhhh," he moaned. "I'm getting close. I can feel my balls tingling. I'm getting close to putting a big load right in your mouth."
He released her head and she immediately drew back and gasped for breath.
But he wasn't letting her off. He took her by the head on both sides so that he could hold her steady.
His cock now dangled inches from her face.
"Now I'm going to come," he said. "I'm going to come right in your face. I want you to try to catch it with your tongue. You'd better try."
Beverly heard the warning note in his voice. He probably wanted an excuse to hurt her. She hoped that Anna got the message. Evidently Anna did, for-she kept her face upturned when he took his hands away.
He wrapped a hand around his cock and gave it a squeeze and a milky-white drop hit Anna on the lips. She took it in quickly, with her licking tongue, and then there were dozens of drops hitting her in her face and lips. She caught as much of it as she could in her mouth, but there was still cum on her cheeks and eyelids.
"Pretty good," he said. He took a lock of her hair and wiped the end of his cock. Then he picked her up and pushed her ahead of him, back to the car.
"What are you going to do?" Anna asked.
"fm not finished with you yet," he said.
"Oh Jesus," Anna sobbed.
He got Anna once more into the back seat. This time he got her on her back and made her pull up her legs so that her pink cunt was completely exposed. She watched with wide eyes as he slowly massaged himself back to hardness again.
"You didn't think I could do that, did you?" he asked her. "Well, you ain't seen nothing yet!"
Beverly could only look into the mirror, but she knew how uncomfortable her sister was, lying on her hands with her pussy so exposed. Beverly knew it had to be painful.
"Now for some real tucking," he said.
"Oh Jesus," Anna sobbed.
Beverly could see only glimpses of what was happening. She saw him come down and she imagined the penetration of that huge prick. She saw his back start moving as he fucked her little sister.
"Tight," he moaned. "Fucking tight. I knew she would be. Oh Jesus, this is fine!"
She could hear her sister's soft sobs each time he gave her a deep stroke. And then Beverly began to hear something else. Anna's breath was coming faster and the moans were a little less painful and more excited.
Beverly could imagine her sister's humiliation. Here she was getting raped by an animal and she was beginning to enjoy it. Beverly hoped it wouldn't cause any bad after effects for Anna. After all, a woman couldn't help her body responding.
"Oh God," Anna moaned. "I feel it. I can't help it but I feel it. Oh God!"
"Sure you feel it, you little cunt," he said. "All you cunts love a real man to give it to you. That's all you're useful for. To have a man sink his big stiff rod into you."
Beverly could see his back working faster and she knew he was getting close to his climax. She wondered what kind of man he was. He had already come one time and now he was going to come again.
"Jesus," Anna cried. "I'm coming! I don't want to but I'm coming. Oh help me. Help meeeeoooeeeeeee!"
At that same moment Beverly could hear the quick gasps being torn from the man's throat.
"That's it, bitch," he groaned. "Shake your ass.
I love it. God, how I love it. Here it comes, bitch. Here comes my load! Feel that, bitch! Feel that hot stuff squirting into you! Feel that!"
Anna moaned again as Beverly saw the man's back quit moving. He must have just lain there on top of Anna for a long while. Finally he got up.
"Pretty good pussy, too," he said. "Get out of the fucking car."
"Please," Anna begged. "Haven't you done enough to me?"
"Get the fuck out of the car!"
Anna painfully climbed out of the car. He pushed her ahead of him until he got her to Beverly's side of the car. He opened the door and unsnapped the seatbelt.
"Get the fuck out," he. said. "Now it's your turn, baby."
Beverly got out of the car. He squeezed her titty hard, until she grunted in agony.
"I'm going to really get a piece of ass from you," he said.
He pushed Anna so that she was sitting on the ground. Then he made Beverly get down on her knees. He grabbed Beverly by the back of her head and pushed her face into Anna's cunt
"Lick her," he demanded.
Beverly tried to get by with just making sounds but he slapped her hard on the ass.
"I want you to lick my cum out of her," he demanded. "I want you to lift your head and show me my cum in your mouth."
Beverly had no choice. She slipped her tongue inside her sister and tasted his salty cum. She stuck her tongue into it and lifted her head.
"That's right," he said. "Now put your goddamn head back between her legs."
He stood over her and directed her movements as she put her head back between her little sister's legs. It seemed like hours before he told her to come up for air. Her legs and back were cramped.
He pushed her back so that she fell on the ground. Then he moved to Anna again.
"Get me hard," he said.
"Please," Anna sobbed. "I've done enough. Please leave me alone."
"Get me hard," he demanded. "Don't worry. This load is for your sister."
Anna obediently opened her mouth and took his limp prick into her mouth. Beverly watched, almost fascinated, as Anna tongued his cock to hardness once again. Beverly couldn't believe it. She had never seen a man come so much.
He grabbed her by the head and pulled his cock from her sweet sucking mouth.
"Now you just watch, bitch," he said. "You just watch while I get a real piece of ass from your sister."
"He stood over Beverly holding his big cock in his hand.
"You want this, baby?" he asked. "I know you do. I can see it in your eyes."
"You're a pig," she said.
"That's right," he laughed. "I'm a pig."
He picked her up by her hair. He pulled her over to the car and bent her over it. Her titties were mashed flat against the hood of the car. She felt him position his cock between her buttocks. She had been afraid that was his intention. She was no virgin in her ass. She had been fucked twice there before but both times had been by a gentle man. This time she knew she was going to hurt, especially as cramped as she was, with no way to support herself, and her hands bent back behind her. She knew it was going to hurt.
"You're a little cunt," he said. "A fucking little cunt. Just like all women."
He pressed his cock against her anus. She felt his cock-head slowly work into her. She tried to relax but it was almost impossible.
"Feel that, baby," he said. "Just think about it deep in your ass. You're going to love it."
Anna was sobbing again.
Beverly tried not to think about it at all. She tried to will her body to accept his hard cock, but her body was refusing.
"Ohh," Beverly said, as he gave an extremely hard push and his cock went partly into her.
"Fuck, I'm tired of messing around," he said.
He pumped savagely and his cock went tearing deep into her ass. She screamed as she felt his balls rest against the curve of her ass-cheeks.
"God," she moaned. "Oh God, you've killed me!"
"A little cock never killed a good woman," he said. "And your ass is good and sweet, baby!"
He began to fuck her savagely, punishing her more than fucking. He was enjoying it. She could hear the loud slap of his balls against her ass.
"Move your ass, baby," he screamed. "Move it or I'll do it to your sister."
That convinced her. Beverly began moving her ass, trying to make it as good as she could. He seemed to be satisfied, for he quit talking and just continued to fuck her deeply and savagely.
She didn't know how long it went on. Again it seemed like hours before he gave a cry and she felt his hot jism pouring into her ass. She moaned as he emptied his load completely into her.
"Fuck," he said. "Fuck!"
He withdrew his cock. She lay across the fender, feeling his hot stickiness running down her legs. She remained still until he moved her. He took her by the hair and pulled her away.
"Sit down," he said.
He went through the car and got out their clothes. He dropped them on the ground. He buttoned up his trousers.
"You were both pretty good fucks," he said. "I'm not going to bother you anymore. Here's the key to those things. Be seeing you," he said.
He got into his car and drove away. Beverly waited until his headlights disappeared before she searched for the key. She had to undo Anna first and it was tiring and complicated, but finally she got Anna undone. Then Anna easily undid hers.
"Let's go home," Beverly said.
"But the police," Anna said. "We got raped."
"To hell with the police," Beverly said. "Do you want to go to court?"
"No," Anna said.
"Then let's find a ride and go home. I'll pick up my car later on."
CHAPTER SEVEN
By seven o'clock the next evening Beverly was feeling much better.
Again her husband's plane had not made it in because of fog.
Anna had slept a long time but even Anna was beginning to feel better. Especially after Anna and Beverly had talked far into the night. Anna had finally been made to understand that she didn't have to swear off sex, or get hysterical, just because she'd been raped.
Beverly breathed a sigh of relief as she mixed herself a drink. She felt good. At first she'd been a little sore but even the soreness had left. And Beverly was beginning to get horny again. It was hard for even Beverly to believe. She'd thought that she wouldn't feel sexy for at least a month, but already the hot itch between her legs was starting back.
It was damned frustrating for her always to be this hot and Bob always to be away. She hadn't blamed things on Bob when he'd first started going away. She realized that Bob had certain business ventures going and he needed the time. That was the reason she'd gotten herself a job part-time working as a secretary. It wasn't a very interesting job but it kept her busy. But damn Bob, anyway. He had now made his name in the business world. Why couldn't he stay at home more?
She sipped her drink as she wondered about Bob. Perhaps he had another woman? It was not unthinkable. Bob was a handsome man and he did have a strong sexual appetite.
Perhaps he'd simply found someone else he liked better.
That would account for all his long business trips, and the fact that his sexual appetite seemed somewhat duller than it once had. She knew it wasn't her, for she damn well knew that she was as pretty as she'd ever been. She hadn't allowed two years of marriage to change her perfect figure. She still looked like the high school cheerleader Bob had married.
"Damn," she said out loud. "Why couldn't Bob be at home tonight?" She realized that she really didn't give a damn who Bob was fucking as long as he came home and fucked her sometimes.
Beverly thought about Joe Flowers. He had told Beverly she would be coming back. Perhaps she would. Perhaps it would be sooner than he thought.
She heard Anna sigh in the bedroom and Beverly looked in on her. Anna had thrown off the covers and her thin nightgown had risen above her waist.
She was a pretty thing. It was no wonder that Sammy had the hots for her. Beverly doubted that any man would be able to turn that little girl down if it was offered.
Sammy.
Beverly sipped her drink again as she thought about Sammy. He was a good-looking young man. She shivered as she remembered how his youthful cock had looked, jutting out proudly before it entered her sister.
She told herself that she shouldn't be thinking of Sammy that way. Sammy was too young for her. It would be almost like rape to turn her charms on a boy like Sammy. He wouldn't know how to react. He wouldn't know whether to scream or beg for mercy.
Still, he was a good-looking boy.
He wasn't arrogant like Joe Flowers. He didn't have that manly approach to women. He looked at women with need and hunger, but he didn't look at them as if he was challenging them. He would be willing to learn things if she took him to bed.
She realized she needed someone like him. Someone loving and tender. Someone who could make her feel really beautiful.
She finished her drink and made herself another, as she thought about this.
Her problem would be to get him down to her apartment without making his parents suspicious. It was late for a boy to be coming to a married woman's apartment.
There had to be some way.
She looked at her television and smiled. Sammy was taking some kind of electrician's course in high school. It would, be perfect.
She picked up the phone and dialed Sammy's number. Her heart was beating wildly.
She was lucky. It was Sammy who answered the phone.
"Hello," he said.
"Sammy," she said. "I'm having some problems with my television. Could you come over and help me?"
She had not told him her name but somehow she'd known that he would recognize her voice.
"Right away," Sammy said.
The phone went dead. Beverly walked over and unplugged her television. That was all she intended to do.
She was wearing a soft blue gown that accentuated the curve of her gorgeous ass, and showed her pink nipples straining to be free. He couldn't see a lot but he could see enough.
She smiled at herself in the mirror. She wasn't bad for an old lady of twenty-three.
She jumped as the doorbell rang. Sammy had gotten down here faster than she would have imagined. He was probably hoping that he would see Anna. He was in for a big surprise.
She opened the door. As she expected, Sammy stood there. He was dressed in a T-shirt and tight jeans that revealed the bulge at his crotch. Beverly had a feeling that bulge was going to grow quite a bit before the night was done. He carried his tools to fix the television, and Beverly waved him inside.
"I don't know what's wrong with the thing," she said. "It just won't come on."
Sammy knelt by the television set and fumbled with the knob. He looked around back and found the plug. He plugged it in and the television came on.
"Oh no," Beverly said. "I'm so ashamed. I just didn't think to look at the plug. I don't know what's the matter with me lately."
Sammy looked up and looked quickly away again. She had noticed his frustrated eyes, and she knew that he really wanted to do was stare at her.
"What do I owe you, Sammy?" Beverly asked.
"You don't owe me anything," he said.
"But I must pay you something," she said.
"No," he said. "I didn't do anything."
"Well, how about a drink, then?" Beverly asked. "I can give you something."
She knew that Sammy was going over the possibilities in his mind. He wanted to stay there. A drink would allow him to stay a little longer.
"Okay," he said.
Beverly fixed the drinks and handed one to him. She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. She saw his eyes stray guiltily to her nipples and then shyly away again.
"Sit over here, Sammy," Beverly said, patting the couch beside her.
Sammy wasn't stupid. He knew it wasn't proper to be sitting beside a married woman when she was practically undressed for bed and her husband wasn't home.
There was a flicker of interest in his eyes, but he hid it He still wasn't sure of his ground. He stood up and walked to the couch. He sat down close beside her, but not close enough to touch.
"Tell me about yourself, Sammy," Beverly said.
"There's not anything to tell," Sammy shrugged.
"Sure there is," Beverly insisted. "Tell me about school."
"It's just school," Sammy said. 'There's nothing great about it."
"Well, do you have girlfriends, Sammy?" she asked. "I bet you do."
"A few," Sammy admitted. . Beverly moved over so that her thigh was touching his. Sammy was swallowing rapidly as if he had a lump in his throat he couldn't get out. Beverly was amused as his shyness.
"Tell me about your girlfriends, Sammy?" she asked. "Are any of them as pretty as me?"
"Gosh no," Sammy said quickly. "I mean . . . well.. . they're just little girls and you're a woman."
Sammy's head was reeling. He didn't know what this beautiful woman wanted from him. It couldn't be what he thought.
Or could it?
She was so close and he could smell her sweet perfume. He could almost feel her titties touching his arm. He crossed his legs because he didn't want her to notice the growing bulge in his trousers.
"Sammy," Beverly asked him. "You know, don't you, that my husband is away a great deal?"
"Yes, ma'am," Sammy answered.
"You know a woman can get lonely when her husband is away?"
Beverly put one hand on his thigh and started to rhythmically squeeze his leg.
Sammy didn't know what to do. If it had been a girl his own age he would have jumped immediately. But he didn't know what this woman wanted.
"I want to do something for you, Sammy," Beverly said.
Beverly had been thinking about his cock ever since she had seen it going into her sister. She had been thinking about how it would taste.
"I'm going to do something for you, Sammy," she told him.
She ran her hand up his thigh until she was touching his bulge. His eyes got wide and his face flushed a bright red. He had heard about young boys being seduced by older women but he had never even dreamed that something like that might ever happen to him.
Especially with a good-looking woman like this one. A woman he had often had fantasies about. Beverly went down on her knees before the boy and she pulled his zipper down. She reached inside for his hard prick. She found it bunched in his shorts. She fumbled with his shorts before she was able to draw his thick and throbbing cock through his trousers.
"My," Beverly said. "That is pretty."
"Jesus," Sammy moaned. "Oh Jesus, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to suck your cock, Sammy," she said. "It's a beautiful cock and I'm going to suck it up. Would you like that, Sammy?"
"Oh yes," he said. "Oh God yes."
She brushed her red hair back from her face and turned her eyes up to him. His face was lustful, but scared. He wanted it badly, but he was also frightened because he didn't understand why she was doing this.
That was all right with Beverly. She wanted him to be just a little nervous. It made things more fun.
She turned her attention back to his cock. She laced her hot lingers around the stem and examined his rod. He had a large cock. It was not as large as Bob's, but it was thick and excited for her. A little drop of white appeared on the end of the knob and she licked it away. He groaned loudly.
She opened her lips and closed them around the blood filled cock-head. His hips bucked excitedly as he felt the woman's mouth suck him in.
"Oh God," he moaned. "That feels real good! Oh, that feels good! Good!"
He couldn't help the desire that rose in him. He suddenly wanted to feel her naked body underneath his hands.
He reached down and undid the top of her gown.
Beverly pushed her mouth farther down on his thick rod. She was working him into her mouth slowly, savoring every inch of his delicious prick.
She was aware of his hands undoing her gown, aware of the hot hands that were creeping down the front of her gown. Her nipples stood up hotly erect as his fingertips brushed against them.
"God," he said. "Let me get you naked, please. Please let me get you naked."
Beverly adjusted her position so that he could peel her blue gown farther down her body. He uncovered her titties and he pressed his fingers against them. He squeezed the flesh as if she were the first woman he had ever touched.
His hands excited her, and she was able to draw his entire cock staff into her mouth. He started moaning again as her mouth worked on him. She wanted to suck his seed out. She was hungry for it. She used her tongue and lips on him.
She had to push her hair out of the way again, as she came up off him. His entire pole was drenched with her saliva and now she used her tongue to work around the sensitive crown.
He started to squeeze her titties harder as the passion grew in him.
"Jesus," he said. "I can't stand this. I'll have to come. I can't stand this."
He wanted to come. She could ieel the nervousness of him, feel the way his body tensed.
She opened her mouth wide and once again took his entire shaft into her mouth. She licked his hanging balls and lifted him up so that her hands could finger him.
It was too much for Sammy.
He almost squeezed her titties off and his hips started to buck wildly.
"Oh God," he moaned. "I'm coming. I'm going to come. Oh Jesus, I'm coming. I'm coming!"
Sammy had had his dick sucked by a girl before but this had been the point where the girl moved her head instead of taking his seed into her mouth.
Beverly didn't move her head.
He felt his balls ache for release, and he felt the hot climax come up his cock. He felt the first surge of jism pump, into her mouth.
Beverly tasted his first spurt and she immediately started to swallow. She took every drop deep as she could. He spurted only a couple of times but his cum was thick and filled her mouth.
"Jesus," he moaned. "Oh Jesus!"
Beverly licked his cock-head clean and lifted her head. There was a drop of cum at the corner of her mouth and she licked it away.
"Oh God," Sammy said. "I loved it. That was the best suck I ever had."
"And it's just started, Sammy," she said softly.
"What do you mean?" Sammy asked.
Beverly stood up and let her gown fall to the floor.
"I mean it just started," Beverly said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Beverly's pussy was burning hot.
She had no reservations about Sammy's being able to perform again. She knew a young boy like Sammy would be able to go for hours.
"My God," Sammy said.
"Do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked.
Sammy's hot eyes went down her lush body. He had thought Anna beautiful, but her sister had her beat. Beverly's pussy hair was fuller, and her titties were larger. And Beverly had a look that said she knew what to do with her body. Sammy wouldn't have believed it possible, but he could feel himself getting hard again.
"Now that I'm all naked," Beverly said. "It's time for you to do the same."
Sammy was all nervous fingers as he tried to undress himself. Beverly had to help him get his shirt off over his head. She had to help him undo his belt and pull his trousers down. She had to help him take off his shoes and socks. She had to help him get his shorts off. But finally he was naked and he was worth waiting for.
A young boy's body could really be beautiful.
Beverly pushed him over on his back and leaned over on top of him.
"You really are a pretty boy," she said.
"Boys aren't pretty," Sammy said.
"But you are," she said. "A pretty boy with broad arms and chest. Do you do a lot of exercises?"
"Yes," Sammy answered.
"I thought so," she cooed. "I knew you felt so strong. And your chest is so broad. Ohhhh, I love to run my fingers over your chest."
She lowered her body until she was lying on top of him. She felt his prick growing hard between her legs. It was a good feeling.
Beverly decided she would experiment and see how brave Sammy was. Turning around, she placed her mouth back at his prick again and her pussy was right over her face.
Sammy was braver than she realized or else he had eaten pussy before.
She didn't have to lower herself. Sammy grabbed .her and pulled her hot cunt down against his face. Beverly cried out loud as she felt his hot tongue going up into her pussy. His hands caressed just above her ass cheeks and then he tightened his grip to bring her crotch harder into his face.
"Ummm," Beverly moaned. "You certainly know what you're doing, Sammy."
His eager tongue once again parted the folds of her cunt and went deliciously into her hot box. He tasted her flowing juices, sucking them up loudly.
Beverly began to move gently as his tongue kept moving inside her. He pushed his tongue in as far as he could until Beverly shivered in delight.
He found her clit and he flicked his tongue against it. She started writhing as he continued to flick her clit. He would lap her juices up, for a second, and then go back to her clit.
Beverly moaned. She knew she wasn't going to be able to stand much more of this. She was burning hot and her pussy ached for some good cock to fill it.
"Oh Sammy," she screamed. "Oh Sammy, baby. You sure know how to eat cunt. You know how to make a woman feel good!"
Sammy gave her a loud sloppy kiss that was too much for Beverly to take. She turned around quickly so that his hard prick was caught between her silken thighs.
"Oh God, Sammy," she moaned. "I want to fuck you. I want to do the work."
"Yes," Sammy moaned. "I'm so hard. I want to be inside you."
"Yes," she said. "I want you! I want your cock inside my cunt. I want you to fill my burning pussy with your rod!"
Sammy had never heard a woman talk this way. It excited him. His balls ached and his throbbing rod wanted to feel cunt. He had never had pussy this way before, with the girl on top. He had always had to work to get pussy and mostly the teenage girls pretended not to enjoy it.
Doing it with a grown woman did have a lot of advantages.
Beverly spread her thighs and reached between them. She grasped his prick between hot fingers and guided his cock-head to the opening of her cunt. She worked her hips gently, slowly sucking his cock inside her cunt. It was good. She felt his cock-head between her pussy lips and she rotated her hips to draw the rest of him in. .Sammy suddenly gave a violent shove upward and his entire cock plunged into her cunt.
"Oh, Sammy," she said. She wanted to feel him deep and she knew just the way to do it.
She slowly sat up, feeling his thick cock go deep into her itching pussy.
"God," Sammy said.
He had seen pictures of this, but he had never had it happen to him. He was really turned on by this beautiful woman riding his prick. He reached up and grasped her titties.
"That feels wonderful, Sammy," she cooed. "Just let me ride your ccck. I'm going to make you feel better than you ever have."
"Oh yes," Sammy agreed. "Ride me. Ride me!"
"I'm going to make your balls ache," she said.
"They already ache," he said. "I've never had a woman like you."
She smiled at his compliment. Her pussy juices were flowing hotly and provided plenty of lubrication for her to start working on his cock. She bounced gently up and down on his cock. She saw Sammy's eyes widen. There was a look of pure animal lust on his face.
"Jesus," he moaned. "It feels so good, it almost hurts!"
He was right about that. It almost did hurt as Beverly moved up and down on his throbbing cock.
Sammy's movements were speeding up and she realized that he was getting too excited. She didn't want him to come yet, so she got off his cock.
"No," he protested.
"Yes," she said. "I want you to fuck me now. I want you to really give it to me! I want you to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked anyone!"
Sammy was willing. He got off the couch as Beverly got on her hands and knees. She turned so that she was supporting herself against the back of the couch and Sammy was able to fuck her standing up.
"This is how I want it." she said.
Sammy positioned himself behind her and plunged his hard cock more into her burning hole.
Beverly pushed herself back so that he was in as deep as he could go. She shivered as she heard the slap of his heavy balls against her.
"Do it, baby," she cried. "Do it to me! Fuck me hard. Fuck me good!"
"I will," Sammy promised. "I'm going to fuck you good!"
Sammy had lost his shyness as he began to slam his cock into her cunt. It was like plunging his cock into a burning lava bed. He was almost afraid that she would burn it off. Sammy had never fucked anyone who was so hot. This lady was really in need of it.
He placed his hands against her ass as he continued to drive his cock into her. He fucked her with short, savage strokes and his balls slapped against her in a rhythmic tune.
"Fuck, Sammy!" she screamed. "Oh fuck! It feels so good. Your cock is like a poker in me! It feels like it's burning my insides. I love it, Sammy!"
Sammy's balls were aching again and he knew he wasn't going to be able to continue at this pace. He tried to slow down, but it was too late for that.
"Don't stop, Sammy," she moaned. "Keep doing it to me. I'm going to come. I'm going to come. I can feel my insides tearing apart! Oh Sammy, it feels so good! So Jesus fucking GOOOOOD!"
She ground her cunt against him as her climax exploded all over her body in hot pleasure.
Sammy increased his rapid strokes. She reached between them and cupped his balls.
"Oh fuck," he said. "That's too much. That feels too good! I'm going to come! I have to come! Jesus, it feels FINE!"
She felt the tension of his balls and then his jerking cock spurted his hot cum into her pussy. She kept grinding herself against him until every drop had been drained from his cock.
"Oh," Sammy moaned. "That was fine. That was really good!"
Sammy slowly withdrew his cock from her cunt. He moved so that his cock was inches from her mouth. She knew what he wanted. She sucked his cock in and slowly licked all the sperm away from it.
"You are a fantastic fuck," Sammy said.
She moved her mouth off his prick and gave him a soft smile. "You'd better go on now," she said. "Your parents will be looking for you."
Sammy seemed to realize, for the first time, that he had been there for quite a long time. Hurriedly he started pulling on his clothes. He grabbed his tools.
"Maybe we can do this again?" he asked her nervously.
"Maybe," Beverly said sweetly. "I'll keep you in mind the next time I feel sexy."
Sammy seemed to be satisfied with that promise and he hurried out of the apartment.
Beverly turned over on her stomach. She felt good. She felt really good. There was nothing like sex to take the tension out of a person.
"Sweet Sammy," she said softly.
She knew she should get up and get dressed, but she didn't seem to have the energy.
She lay like that for a long while until she became aware of someone standing over her. She opened her eyes and looked up into the angry face of her sister.
"You bitch!" Anna said.
"What are you talking about?" Beverly asked.
She didn't understand the hurt and angry look on her younger sister's face.
"I said you're a bitch," Anna said.
Before she could move Anna was upon her. For a moment Beverly thought she was having a fight with an animal. Anna clawed and bit and Beverly had to use her quick reflexes to protect herself. Anna tore a piece of skin from Beverly's shoulder and managed to sink her teeth into Beverly's arm.
Beverly had enough. She balled up her fist and punched her sister in the stomach. Anna coughed and bent over. Beverly escaped from the couch to stand over her sister. She was out of breath and bleeding from her shoulder.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Beverly asked.
She looked into her sister's angry eyes and she trembled. Anna was mad. Really mad. Her face was flushed red.
"You're a bitch," Anna sobbed. "You knew I loved Sammy and you had to take him. You knew!"
"Loved," Beverly repeated the word.
She realized what her sister was talking about. Evidently Anna had really had a thing for the blond youth. It had been more than a simple fuck.
"You really did like him?" Beverly questioned.
"Of course I did," Anna said. "I loved him!"
"I see," Beverly said.
Her sister had probably awakened and walked in on the two of them. Beverly was sorry that Anna had seen them. She hadn't realized that Anna cared that much for the boy.
"I'm sorry, sis," Beverly said gently.
So much had happened to Anna in the last few days, Beverly was beginning to be afraid that it would damage her emotionally.
"Are you, really?" Anna asked.
"I am," Beverly said. "I'd do anything to make up for it!"
Anna gave her sister a look that made Beverly's blood run cold.
"Would you give me your husband?" Anna asked. "I mean, just for a little while."
Beverly was incredulous. "Bob! You want Bob?"
"Yes," Anna said. "I want to fuck Bob, just like you fucked Sammy."
Beverly couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her little sister was asking to fuck her husband. And to think she had been worried about her emotional stability! Beverly gave her sister a wide grin.
The idea excited Beverly.
"Only if you let me watch," Beverly said. "Just like you watched Sammy and me."
"Hell," Anna said. "You can join us. But I want to fuck your husband. I want Bob's cock in me."
Beverly realized that Anna had grown up quite a bit.
CHAPTER NINE
Bob's plane finally came in the next afternoon, only one day before their mother was supposed to come for Anna.
"It doesn't give you a lot of time to work your wiles," Beverly pointed out.
"I'll work them," Anna said.
Beverly had no doubt that Anna was going to use every weapon she had to get her husband into her bed.
Bob was the last one off the plane.
"I was about to give you up," Beverly said, as she gave him a brief hug.
"You know how it is, hon," he said. "You can't leave if the planes don't fly."
"Don't I get a hug too?" Anna pouted.
"Of course," Bob said. Bob intended to give her a brief hug but it didn't work the way he had it planned.
He put his arms around his sister-in-law's waist and he suddenly felt her young body molded against his and her lips against his throat.
He blushed when he saw his wife looking at them. He had to turn away when Anna released him because he didn't want his wife to see the bulge in his tight trousers.
Boy, he said to himself. What is wrong with me? I've spent a week away from home with a different girl every night and here I am getting the hots for my wife's sister. What the hell is wrong with me?
He didn't know the answer. He didn't see the look that Anna gave his wife.
"I have a nice meal planned for us tonight," Beverly said. "Wine and everything."
"Good," he said. "But what is this everything?"
Beverly giggled and punched him in the arm.
"Shhhh," she said. "Do you want my sister to hear you?"
"I'm sure she knows what married people do," Bob said.
Beverly didn't answer that one. Beverly was even surer that her little sister knew everything that married people did.
Bob drove. He got into the driver's seat and Anna got in the other side. She snuggled close to Bob.
"What is this?" Bob asked.
"Oh," Anna said. "Beverly's got you all the time. Right now I want to be close."
Bob didn't think of it as anything but a young girl's desire to flirt with older men. But he wished she wouldn't. She was a little too close. He could smell her sweet perfume and feel her warm thigh pressed close to his.
"Damn," he said softly.
"Is anything wrong?" Beverly asked, as she got in the car.
"No," Bob said.
But there was something very wrong. He wanted to throw this girl down in the seat and rape the shit out of her. He wanted to look at her titties. He wanted to kiss them. Damn right, there was something wrong.
He started the car and drove home slowly. All the way he could feel the pressure of her young thigh.
He thought about the penalties for messing with young girls.
He tried to think about the other girls he'd had in the hope that it would relax him.
He was a good stud. He could get almost any woman he wanted badly. Then why in the hell couldn't he keep his mind off this young stuff?
Especially the young stuff sitting next to him, who was his wife's sister.
He was glad to stop the car in the driveway and escape the pressure of her young body.
He walked around the car quickly so that nobody could see the hard-on he had. He didn't see Anna and Beverly giggling together.
"Damn," Beverly said. "He had a hard-on just sitting next to you."
"I notice he has a big one," Anna said.
"Big enough to satisfy," Beverly said.
Anna giggled. "Well I hope he lives up to your advertising for him."
"You may not find out," Beverly said. "You haven't gotten into his pants yet."
"I will," Anna said.
The two girls got out of the car and followed him into the house. Beverly was wondering if Anna really would get into her husband's trousers. In a way she hoped that her sister would be able to. If she did, then Beverly wouldn't ever have to feel guilty about fucking somebody else.
Bob had gone upstairs to take his shower and Beverly started getting supper ready. She had a couple of big steaks, and she knew Bob could eat both of them. For a skinny man, Bob had an incredible appetite. She took out two smaller ones for herself and for Anna. She already had the salad made and the wine chilled. She turned on some soft music. The scene was set for seduction. She wondered if it was going to work.
Anna had gone upstairs. Bob was taking his shower when he heard her come into the bathroom. He thought it was Beverly so he stepped out of the shower without hesitating.
It was not Beverly. Anna stood there grinning at him, while his cock grew hard just looking at her.
"Anna," he said. "You shouldn't be here."
"Why not?" she asked.
"It isn't right," he said. "What if Beverly should walk up?"
"But I'm her sister," Anna said. "We wouldn't be doing anything."
Bob had to think about that. What if Anna was so innocent that she didn't think anything about being in the room with a naked man.
He wasn't sure how to handle the situation and he reached for his towel. He wrapped the towel around his waist but he still bulged suspiciously out in front.
"I know why Beverly-likes you," Anna said, with her voice dripping innocence. "You are a very beautiful man."
"Men are handsome," he corrected.
"Then you're a handsome man," she said. "You really are."
"Thank you," he said.
He stood there grinning like an idiot, hoping that she wasn't aware of his hard prick but not seeing how she could help but notice it.
Beverly called from downstairs.
"Well," Anna said. "That's supper. You'd better get dressed."
"I'll be down in a minute," he said.
Anna gave him a slow smile and left the bathroom.
"Damn," he said out loud.
His prick was so hard it was hurting. He knew he was going to give Beverly a fucking that night that she would always remember.
He dressed hurriedly and came downstairs.
Beverly had the steaks on the grill. He didn't realize he was so hungry until she took them off the grill. He ate like a hungry animal.
Twice he felt someone's leg pressed up against his underneath the table. At first he thought it was Beverly, but it happened once when Beverly was away from the table.
He stared at Anna and she gave him a sweet smile. no
His cock started getting hard again. He wanted this little girl. He wanted her very badly.
He finished off his steak and salad and took his glass of wine into the living room. Anna followed him, but Beverly remained behind to clear the dishes up.
At least, that's what she said. He didn't see her peeking through the kitchen door at the two of them.
"Well," Bob said. "How have you liked your stay in the city?"
Anna sat down on the couch so that her leg was pressing against his.
"It's been nice," Anna said plainly. "But you could make it nicer."
"How could I make it nicer?" he asked.
"Don't be stupid," she said. "You know how."
He did indeed, but he couldn't believe that she meant what he thought she did.
He sipped his wine as he felt his head spin around like a top.
What did his wife's little sister want from him? Couldn't she tell that she was getting to him?
"I think I'll get some more wine," Bob said.
"Is that how you prove your manhood?" she asked. "By sipping wine?"
She made him angry. Her face was all innocence, but her words were stabbing him like a knife.
"What do you know about men?" he asked.
"Enough," she shrugged.
"And maybe you don't know anything at all," he said. "Maybe you're in for a shock."
"I doubt it," she said.
Her attitude drove him crazy. Suddenly he was bending over her and capturing her face between his hands. He dropped his wine glass on the floor.
His lips crushed against her, but she didn't react the way he'd expected. Instead of turning away, her arms went around his neck and her soft mouth opened to admit his tongue.
He felt as if he was being pulled into a hot lava bed. He seemed to feel the heat of every part of her young body. He tried to control himself, but he had already gone too far.
She tugged at him until he was stretched out on top of her. She started rubbing her young pussy against him, as if she were trying to fuck him with her clothes on.
Maybe he was crazy, with her obviously wanting it so bad, but he had to pull away from her.
"What's the matter?" she moaned. "I want you to love me."
"Are you crazy?" he asked. "My wife is in the next room."
"It doesn't matter," she said.
"It does to me," he said.
He started to pick up his wine glass and he was startled to see Beverly in the door looking at him.
He looked down at Anna. The way she was sprawled, with her dress up to her thighs left no doubt as to what was going on.
"Oh my God," he said softly. "Beverly, there's nothing really going on."
"Of course there is," Beverly said. "Of course, it looks sort of uncomfortable down here. Why don't we all go up to the bedroom?"
"Beverly," he said. "You don't know what you're saying."
"Be honest, Bob," Beverly said. "Do you want her?"
Bob looked into his wife's direct eyes and he had to admit to her that he certainly did desire her little sister.
"Then help yourself," Beverly said.
He couldn't believe his wife was offering him her younger sister as if she was some sort of pagan sacrifice. Well, he wasn't going to argue.
Once Bob made up his mind, there was little hesitation on his part. "Upstairs, baby," he told Anna. "Now we're going to come to an understanding about my manhood."
Anna giggled as she got up from the couch. She hurried up the stairs ahead of him.
Bob wondered what Beverly was going to be doing, but he didn't have to wonder long. In their bedroom, Beverly got a chair and placed it near the bed.
"I'm going to watch," Beverly explained. "I may be able to pick up a few pointers."
Bob just shook his head. He would have to think about her actions later.
Anna sat down on the bed and started to pull off her shoes. Bob decided it was about time for him to take control of the situation.
"Leave the shoes on," he said. "I think they're attractive. They'll look good with your naked legs wrapped around me."
Anna looked up, but she didn't have time to answer. Bob was on top of her again, his fingers pulling at her clothes. He easily got her blouse undone and her bra off, exposing her firm, luscious titties.
"Nice," Bob moaned. "Very nice." He put his strong arms around her back and pulled her against his chest.
"Ummm," she said. "You have a strong chest."
"I have a strong cock, baby," he said.
"Ummmm," she moaned.
Bob leaned forward and closed his lips around one tender pink nipple. His wet tongue licked at her sensitive flesh, causing her young-girl titties to become swollen with lust.
Bob enjoyed licking tits. He enjoyed the sweet taste of titty flesh, but he enjoyed much more the effect it had on women. Already he could feel Anna's tension growing. Her hips were rotating very slowly and he knew he was starting a fire in her pussy.
He worked on one titty and then the other. He loved the way it caused little gasps to be torn from her throat. He loved the hard feel of the pink nipple in his mouth.
"You're getting me hot," Anna said. "You're really getting me hot."
He continued to suck on her tits while he unzipped her skirt. She helped him to kick the skirt down her plump legs. He pushed his hand between her thighs and started to rub her pussy.
"Oh," she said. "Ooooooh."
His cock was standing up hard and Anna reached for it. She ran her fingers lightly over it through the cloth of his trousers.
"You find something you like, baby?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she said. "Take it out. Please take it out."
He released her and fell over on his back with his legs dangling off the bed. "You take it out, baby," he said.
Anna was hotly willing.
Her nipples were aching where he'd kissed her and her pussy was hot.
She got off the bed and knelt between his dangling legs. She quickly undid his zipper and reached a tiny hand inside for his prick. She found it easily and tugged the hot member out from his trousers.
He really did have a beautiful prick. Big and hot and trembling, it was a kissing prick. A caressing prick. A sucking prick.
She brushed a strand of red hair from her eyes and bent her head over the large crown. She touched her tongue to his trembling flesh.
"That's the way," Bob complimented her. "You're just like your big sister. A cocksucker."
She covered the entire crown with her quick, darting kisses. She even pushed apart the hole in the crown and pushed her tongue in. She could taste his salty sperm, cum that would soon be filling her. The taste made her hotter.
She opened her mouth and captured just the sensitive cock-head in her mouth. She used her lips and tongue on his flesh until she felt him tense.
She lifted her head and looked at him.
"I want to come in your mouth first," he said. "I want you to swallow my cum."
She nodded because it was also what Anna wanted. She had been delighted by her first taste of him and now she needed more.
She bent her head again and sucked his hard cock into her mouth. This time she went down on him as far as she could, and then slowly, deliriously started moving her head up and down the length of his cockshaft.
Bob had been sucked before. Both by his wife and by other experts. But he had never before enjoyed it so much, because he had never been sucked by such a young girl. He lay back, out now and then he would raise his head to look at her. Her lustrous red hair, her girlish titties bobbing with her head, the sight of his cock disappearing into her throat, combined to turn him on more than he had ever been turned on before.
"Oh Jesus," he moaned. "You have such a sweet mouth, Anna. Such a sweet, sucking mouth. Use your tongue on me a little more. Ahhh, that's it. Sweet cocksucking sister is what you are. Ahhh, Anna."
He tried to control his climax, to make it last. But he couldn't. Her mouth was as hot as lava as it closed around his stiff prick. He could feel his balls tightening and knew he was going to explode with more force than he had in a long, long while.
Anna could feel his excitement and she began to move her mouth faster up and down his rod.
"Jesus, I'm coming," he moaned. "I'm going to come, Anna. Oh suck it, sweet sister! Take my cum. Oh God, I'm going to blow it right in your sucking mouthhhh!"
As she felt the first tensing in his cock she went down on him as far as she could. She felt the first hot spurt hit the back of her throat.
He exploded in her open mouth with a geyser of jism and she took in every drop, sucking and swallowing noisily.
She continued to run he tongue all over the length of his cock until she had licked him dry.
Then she half stood and undid his belt and tugged his trousers down. She knelt to pull off his shoes and he kicked his trousers off.
Then she pulled his shorts off. She undid his shirt and slid it off his broad shoulders.
"You're a handsome man," she said.
He pulled her up so that she was lying on the bed with him. He ran his hand over her body, squeezing her fine titties and cupping her ass-cheeks. He slipped two fingers underneath her panties and traced a path along the lips of her pussy. He found her already wet with her own juices.
Anna laced her fingers around his limp cock and began to jerk him off. He very quickly became hard again.
"Take my panties off," she begged him. "I'm so hot and wet. I want you to fuck me."
He looked over at his wife. Beverly had her legs parted and one of her hands was inside her panties. He had never realized his wife was such a hot woman.
He tugged Anna's panties down her legs and off. He still didn't allow her to take her shoes off. He liked the look of her shoes and he knew she'd look good in the large mirror across from the bed.
"I'm so hot," she said. "Fuck me. I want you to please fuck me."
"You don't have to beg," he said gently.
He pushed her over on her back and parted her plump thighs. He opened her legs wide enough so that he could look into her pussy.
"I'm going to lick some of this juice away," he said.
"Ummm," she moaned.
He bent his head and started running his tongue around the lips of her cunt. He sucked some of her wet juices away from her curly red pubic hairs.
"Ummm," he said. "You taste good. Nectar of the gods."
He continued to lick her as he felt the hot passions grow. He knew she was ready for some real fucking. Some slow and gentle fucking.
He got on top of her and pushed his prick at her pussy. Her ass came up to meet his throbbing cock and her pussy sucked his prick in easily.
"Ahhhh," she moaned. "That's fine. That's really fine."
He started fucking her gently, the only sound the rhythmic slapping of his balls against her flesh. Anna could feel his lovely cock filling her with every deep stroke. She had not been fucked in such a satisfying way before. Sammy had been young. The rapist had been impatient But Bob was a real man who knew exactly what he was doing with his thick, trembling cock.
She bit his ear gently and then she whispered into it. "Oh Bob," she said. "It's better than I would have ever thought. You know how to use your cock. I love it, Bob. I really love it!"
"I'm glad, baby," he said. "You have a tight pussy. I can feel it rubbing against all the parts of my cock. Your pussy almost wants to suck my big balls in. You can feel those big balls. They're full of cum for you. I'm going to fill your cunny."
"Oh yes, Bob," she squealed. "I can feel them slap against me. And I want you. to fill my pussy up with your juice."
His rhythm was getting faster as he felt her hot, slippery body tensing up underneath him. Her breath was coming faster and she was wiggling under his deep strokes.
"Raise your legs," he grunted.
She raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips. He had to lift her up and move her up farther on the bed so that he could look into the mirror.
It was an exciting picture.
He could see both their bodies on the bed. He could see his cock going into her cunt, and he loved the view they made together.
"God," he said. "You look good, Anna."
Anna turned her head so that she could also look into the mirror. Immediately she felt the hot spasms of pleasure rocking her body. She had never seen anything that looked so sexy.
"Oh baby," she moaned. "Oh, I think I'm going to come!"
"Go ahead, baby," he grunted. "Come. I want to fill you up."
"Jesus," she cried. "Jesus, I am coming! Oh I can feel you squirting. I can feel your cum. Oh Jesus, I'm exploding inside. You're tearing me apart! Oh CHRISTTTTT!"
They collapsed together on the bed. The only sound was their heavy breathing. Suddenly he was aware of someone else on the bed. His wife had joined them!
He looked down to see his wife's face buried in Anna's muff. He could hear her licking tongue taking Anna's juices and his cum into her mouth.
"Jesus," Bob said.
Things were certainly changing around his house.
CHAPTER TEN
Beverly heard the groaning coming from the bedroom, and she realize her husband and Anna were back at it again.
"Damn," Beverly said.
She'd been willing to share her husband with her sister, but this was getting out of hand. Their mother was due that afternoon and her sister and
Bob had spent most of the afternoon in bed.
"Oh well," Beverly shrugged. "It's what makes the world go around."
Beverly's problem was that she was getting horny herself and she wanted a man to herself. Her husband hadn't given her a good fucking since he'd come home. He'd been too busy with Anna. Beverly remembered Joe Flowers with a hot surge of desire.
He'd told her that she'd come back and she hated to let him be right. Yet she knew she had to get a man, and just any man wouldn't do. She had to have a man who knew how to use his cock. A man like Joe Flowers.
She didn't say anything to Anna and Bob. They'd be busy for a while.
She took a purse and went outside. She took a taxi right to his apartment. She didn't want to waste any time. She was halfway up the stairs when two teen-age boys came out of a room. She felt a little nervous at the way their eyes followed her. She got up to Joe's apartment and knocked on the door. There was no answer. She heard footsteps behind her and she turned.
"Joe sure knows how to pick them," one teenager said admiringly.
She may have liked teen-age boys like Sammy, but she certainly didn't like the looks of these two. They wore tight jeans and sweatshirts that looked as if they hadn't been washed in a long while. Their hair was long and curly. They looked much like hoods of the fifties, except this was the seventies, and they looked much more dangerous.
"My name's Tommy," one boy said. "This here is Jackson. Won't we do?"
"I don't think you'll do," Beverly smiled.
She tried to smile and keep the conversation easy and light. She didn't want any problems with these two boys. Getting raped once in a month was enough.
"Excuse me," Beverly said.
Tommy caught her arm and ripped her purse easily out of her lingers. He pitched it to Jackson and Jackson emptied it out on the floor.
"Nothing much," Jackson said.
He picked up her wallet and went through it. He took out what money there was.
"Fifty dollars," Jackson said. "That's a good haul, anyway."
Beverly was getting frightened. These boys were behaving as if they did this sort of thing often. Tommy had let go of her but he was standing in her way on the stairs. She couldn't go around him.
"You got good pussy?" Tommy asked, grinning.
Beverly started backing up. Tommy was rubbing the front of his crotch.
"I bet you do," Tommy said. "I bet you got real good pussy."
"Look," Beverly begged. "Just take my purse. I won't say anything. But don't hurt me."
"Hurt you?" Tommy asked. "Why, I wouldn't hurt you. I just want to try you out."
"I'll scream," she said.
Where the knife came from she would never know, but suddenly it was pressed against her throat and she had backed up as far as she could. Her back was against the wall. Tommy was still grinning.
"You still want to scream?" he asked.
"No," she said. "I won't scream."
"That's better," he said. "Now lift your skirt and take off your panties."
"You want me to take off anything else," she asked. "My boots or anything."
"Nah," he said. "Your panties are enough."
She was really scared, now. The boy had a mean look in his eyes.
"Please don't hurt me," Beverly begged him. "I'm doing what you want. I'll do anything you want, but please don't hurt me."
She quickly lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties down. She couldn't get them off so she left them at her knees. He pushed one rough hand between her thighs. She winced as she felt his finger brutally forcing her cunt lips open.
"You do have a hot pussy," he said. "Hot and tight. Do you fuck a lot?"
Beverly didn't answer.
He pressed the knife closer to her throat.
"Now I asked you a question," he said. 'Do you fuck a lot?"
"I guess so," Beverly answered.
"Then one more hard cock ain't going to hurt you any," he said. He reached down to undo his zipper.
Tommy didn't know what happened. One minute he was standing up and the next minute he was falling down the stairs.-
Jackson had been looking down at the money and he looked up to see a hard fist slamming into his face and knocking him down.
Jackson was tough. He got up quickly and got knocked down again. This time he stayed down.
Joe Flowers picked up the knife and folded it up. He handed it to Jackson.
"Pick up your friend," Joe said. "And get the fuck out of here."
Jackson nodded and hurried down the stairs to pick up Tommy. Tommy had hurt his leg in the fall and he limped away. Neither boy looked back.
"Pull up your panties," Joe told Beverly. "You can wait until you're inside before you take them off."
It had all happened so fast that Beverly had been slow to react. She had seen Joe coming up the stairs and how easily he had put both boys out of action. It made her hot. She couldn't help it.
Something about his. manliness made her hotter than she'd ever been. She pulled up her panties as Joe opened the door to his room and let her in.
"Don't ever come here unless I'm with you," Joe said.
"All right," she said.
"It's a dangerous place. Next time those boys might finish what they start."
"Okay," she said.
"This time I get to finish what they started. You know where the bedroom is."
Beverly did indeed know where the bedroom was, and she hurried in there. There was something about Joe, Flowers that excited her as no other man ever had. She wondered how other women reacted to him, if they were as strongly attracted. Somehow she knew they would be. All women would love Joe Flowers.
He came into the bedroom stripping off her shorts. She looked at his stiff cock.
"I'm glad you stopped by," he said. "I needed to get a little exercise."
She stripped off her clothes as hurriedly as she could. Her pussy was so damned hot that she was afraid sparks were going to jump from it. She knew it was going to be rough, and she wanted it that way.
He grabbed her and forced her down to her knees. His thick rod waved in front of her mouth. He grabbed her by the hair and tilted her head up.
"Suck me off," he commanded.
She realized he was punishing her for staying away so long, but she didn't give a damn. Just the commanding tone of his voice was making her cunt juicy.
He gave one hard thrust and filled her mouth and throat with his huge cock. She could see herself in the bedroom mirror and she grew even more excited watching his huge prick disappear into her red lips.
She forced her hungry mouth farther and farther down on his throbbing prick. She pushed two fingers into herself and fingered herself as she sucked him. She shook her head from side to side as he began a steady fucking of her mouth.
"Sweet bitch," he moaned. "Sweet sucking woman!"
She realized that Joe was a lot like the man who had raped her at the airport, except that Joe would never need to rape a woman.
He could have any woman he wanted at just the snap of his fingers.
She knew that she would never be able to stay away from him now. Coming back one more time had conquered her forever.
Joe's balls were throbbing as he kept cramming his huge sausage into the woman's hungry mouth.
He had known she would return. They all returned once they had tasted his cock. He didn't know why he had this attraction for women. It was a strange thing, but he had always had it. Even back in school the teachers would go after his cock like a hungry fish goes after a worm. He didn't know why but he was damned glad he had it.
He reached down and started squeezing her luscious titties as he fucked her mouth. He remembered this woman's sister as he fucked her mouth. The little girl was as sweet-looking as her sister. He would get into her candy box before he was done.
"God," he moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to shoot my load."
She opened her mouth wider and gulped down his full load. She could see her neck bobbing in the mirror as she swallowed his stuff.
He pushed her away.
'That's fine," he said. "That's sweet. Now I want to get my camera."
He always liked to see their faces when he talked about his camera. All the sweet little fucking housewives and secretaries who realized they were going to get their picture taken.
He never took their pictures the first time he was with them. He was never sure about them the first time. He always took the pictures on their second trip to his apartment
He took his camera out of the closet and .motioned for her to get up on the bed.
"I don't know about this," Beverly protested.
"Get up on the fucking bed," he said. "I want a picture of your pussy."
She looked into his hot, dark eyes and she knew there was nothing she could refuse him. And perhaps it excited her, just a little, because hot juices were running between her legs.
She got on the bed and allowed him to take his pictures of her cunt.
"What do you do with these?" she asked.
"I keep them," he said. "Kind of a scrapbook."
She knew he probably showed the pictures to his friends, but she didn't care. The only thing she cared about was getting that hot cock inside her pussy and getting it there quickly.
"On your hands and knees," he said.
She knew what he wanted. She got up on her hands and knees and bent so that her head was resting on the bed. She knew she was quite a sight to his hot eyes.
He knelt behind her on the bed and drove his already hard cock deep into her pussy. She had not expected him to be so hard so soon. It was a shock to feel his cock go so deep inside her.
"Now move," he demanded. "Move as fast as you ever have."
And she moved.
Her hot juices were flowing between her legs as he punished her with his trembling cock.
"That's it," she cried. "Fuck me. Beat me with your cock! Punish me! I love it. Do it to me!"
He did. His hard cock filled her in a way she had never been filled before. She could feel his hard knob rubbing her pussy walls as he gave her each stroke. She felt his lubricating fluid making his cock enter her a little easier.
He withdrew his hard cock and pressed the tip of it between her buttocks.
She knew what he was after and she prayed that he would be gentle. She knew that she could never stop him from doing anything he wanted.
He pushed one finger into her bottom and started to loosen up her asshole.
"In your ass," he said. "I'm going to put it in your ass."
"Go ahead," she said. "But be gentle. Please be gentle."
He massaged her for a few minutes before he pushed two fingers into her. He was impatient to get his cock in and he thought he had her loose enough. She screamed as he pressed his cock-head against her anus and started forcing it inside her. He pushed harder and his entire cock went into her hot, tight ass.
"Ahhhh," she cried.
He paid no attention to her screams as he started to move his big cock easily in and out of her ass.
After a moment, Beverly started to get the rhythm and it didn't hurt so bad. In tact, she found herself starting to enjoy it. Especially when he reached beneath her and pushed a finger into her cunt. His searching found her tiny clit and he began popping his finger against that hard bud.
"Jesus," she breathed
She started pressing against him with each stroke and felt her hot juices flowing again. She knew she was so hot that it wouldn't be long before she came.
"Do it," she begged him. "Do it hard!"
He started ripping into her with deep, savage strokes and it was exactly what she wanted. Low moans escaped her throat as he continued to drive his hard cock into her ass.
She could feel the fire in her pussy that was growing wilder with each stroke. She couldn't help herself. He had complete control and he was driving her crazy.
"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "I'm going to come. Oh Jesus, I'm coming. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, JESUSSSSS!"
She felt his prick drive deeply into her and then his hot load emptied into her bowels. She loved it. She loved every hot spurt of his cock.
His prick pulled out of her and they fell together on the bed.
"You are fantastic," she breathed. "Simply fantastic!"
He stroked her downy fur between her legs.
It was then that she began to get an idea. An idea that both shocked and intrigued her. She wondered how her mother, her proud mother, would react to Joe Flowers. It would interest her to find out.
In fact, it would interest her very much.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Joe had been crazy about her idea. Beverly had the feeling he mostly wanted to meet her sister, but Beverly didn't mind that.
She was not afraid to bring Joe home with her. She knew that she and Bob had a new relationship. But she was surprised to find that Bob and Joe liked one another. They had dinner and Beverly finished the dishes about two hours before her mother was due to arrive.
The others were sitting in the Jiving room drinking wine. Beverly was aware of how Joe kept looking at her sister. Anna was more beautiful tonight than Beverly had ever seen her. She was dressed to go home. She had on a short skirt and blouse that practically caressed the curves of her girlish body.
"It's going to be a shame to see you leave," Joe said.
"I hate to go," Anna said. "But mother is a funny person."
"Maybe we can do something about your mother," Joe said.
"You mean, try and get her to let me stay and maybe go to school in the city."
"It might be arranged," Joe said.
"Oh," Anna squealed. "If you could do something like that, I'd be really thankful."
"How thankful?" Joe asked.
Anna crossed her girlish legs and gave him a little smile.
"As thankful as you'd like," Anna said.
Beverly came back into the room in time to hear the last part of the conversation.
"That'll be enough of that kind of talk," Beverly said. "At least, until we can get mother to let you stay here."
"And then?" Anna teased.
"Then?" Beverly shrugged her shoulders. "Then, dear little sister, all holds are off."
Anna's eyes were shiny as she looked at Joe. Beverly could tell that Anna was hot to trot. Her little-girl tits were already obviously getting swollen and sensitive.
"Did you tell her about our little plan?" Joe asked.
"No," Beverly said. "Not yet."
"What plan?" Anna asked eagerly.
"We decided that one problem with your momma might be lack of sex," Joe said.
"Momma?" Anna asked incredulously. "You're going to try and lay Momma."
"That's it," Joe said. "That is, if she's worth looking at."
"Oh Mamma's nice-looking," Anna said. "But you'll never be able to do anything with her. She's stubborn and she doesn't like men."
"All women like men," Joe said. "Some are just more of a challenge than others."
"Well, mother will be a challenge all right," Anna said. "I wish you luck."
Anna's tone left no doubt that she doubted the wisdom of their plan.
Perhaps it was a stupid plan, Beverly thought. But if anyone could get her mother's panties off, it would be Joe.
Beverly went over and sat down close to her husband. She put her hand on his thigh. Her fingers traveled upward until she touched his cock.
"And has hubby been having fun with my little sister?"
"Yes," Bob said. "Anna's been very nice to me. Very nice."
They all laughed as the doorbell rang. Beverly looked down at her watch.
"She's early," Beverly said.
"She usually is," Anna said.
Joe leaned back in his chair so that he could watch the door as Beverly got up to open it. Joe wanted to see what this woman looked like and why her daughters were so afraid of her.
He was surprised at the woman who stood in the hallway. She wasn't ugly at all. She was a little shorter than Beverly, a plump-faced woman who looked as if she was just coming back from the church picnic.
She was definitely a motherly type, even though her figure was good. Her hair was reddish blonde and there was a prim look on her face. She looked at her daughter with just the faint hint of distaste.
"Hello, mother," Beverly said.
"How are you, Beverly," she said. "You're looking well. Is Anna ready to go?"
Beverly sighed. Her mother had always treated her with contempt ever since that time she had walked down the boiler room steps and found her sucking a boy's cock. Her mother had screamed at her for being disgusting and a tramp and said that doing that sort of thing would soon lead to her spreading her legs for some boy.
Beverly didn't bother telling her mother that she'd been spreading her legs for boys for a year.
"Anna's ready," Beverly said.
"Good," she said. "I want to get back to the town before dark."
She stepped briskly into the room and Joe got the impression of a woman who always got her own way, a woman who was used to making men feel off balance.
Joe felt a surge of heat for the woman and he shifted his position in the chair.
She was icy and cold, but he had a feeling that there was a volcano underneath her exterior. She couldn't be completely cold and have such hot daughters.
"I thought you might want to stay a while, mother," Beverly said. "Have some wine."
"Wine," she snorted. "I don't know how you can drink that stuff. Your soul will burn in hell for the things you do. I don't know why Anna wants to stay with you."
"I'll say what I like," she said. She looked around the room at the two men and her daughter. She didn't like what she saw. She especially didn't like the rugged-looking man who sat on the couch. She had always felt ill at ease around men like that.
"This is my mother, Emma," Beverly said. "Emma, this is Joe."
"How do you do," Emma said. "Sony, I have to run. I don't have time to sit and chat. Are your bags packed?"
"Yes, mother," Anna said.
"Well, let's get started," Emma said. "I want to get back early."
Anna gave Joe a sad look, but she allowed her mother to grab her by the hand and lead her out the door. Emma didn't say good-by. She just let the door slam quickly shut behind her.
"Whew," Bob said. "It's always the same. I thought you two had a plan."
"We do," Joe said.
"But she's gone."
"Don't worry," Beverly said. "She'll be back."
* * *
Tommy and Jackson stood on the corner. Jackson was whistling softly to himself. "Here they come," Tommy said. Jackson lifted his head. He narrowed his eyes as he saw the two women come out of the building.
He rubbed his crotch.
"Are you sure this is okay?" Jackson asked.
"Sure it is," Tommy said. "All we got to do is scare them a little so they'll go running back. That ought to be easy."
"Fifty dollars," Jackson said. "She gave us fifty dollars."
"Sure," Tommy said. "Now let's go earn our money."
Tommy swaggered around the corner with his hands stuffed in his pocket. Jackson walked close behind him.
There was no cops around. He had made sure of that before he'd pulled the cap off the lady's distributor. The lady was inside turning the key, but the ignition was getting no fire.
Tommy looked in the window. He liked the younger one. She had her skirt pulled high and he caught a glimpse of pale thigh.
"Having trouble?" he asked.
Emma looked up and a cold shiver ran down her spine. She didn't like the tools of this. She didn't like the two boys.
"Nothing I can't handle," Emma said.
"Maybe you can," Tommy said. "Then maybe you can't. Why don't you let Jackson try? He knows a lot about cars. A lot."
"No thank you," Emma said.
"No thank you," he mimicked her. "No thank you. What's the matter? Don't you like us?"
Jackson had gone around to Emma's window and Tommy still stood by Anna's window. Anna had her window down and Tommy reached suddenly in and put his hand on Anna's titty.
Feeling Anna wasn't part of the deal he'd made, but he figured he might as well get some excitement out of it.
"Stop that," Emma yelled. "You stop that, you crazy animal."
He grinned at her and kept squeezing Anna's titty. Anna looked shocked, as if she could do nothing to protect herself.
Actually Anna was enjoying her mother's confusion and obvious disgust.
"You animal," Emma screamed. "I'll teach you to touch my daughter."
Emma pushed open the door only to be faced by Jackson. He was grinning and rubbing his crotch.
"You got good pussy?" he asked.
"Oh my God," Emma moaned.
Tommy was opening the car door on Anna's side and he was getting in with her.
"You're a pretty thing," he said. "Prettier than your sister."
He started to undo the buttons of her blouse.
It was more than Emma could stand and she was faster than Jackson would have ever believed. She kicked Jackson between his legs and he folded over in pain. She ran around to the side of the car where Tommy had Anna's blouse undone almost all the way.
"Stop that," Emma cried.
She went in the car after him, scratching and clawing like a tigress. Tommy felt his face scraped raw by her sharp fingernails.
"Goddamn you," he screamed.
She kept clawing at him and finally he had to give up the task of getting Anna undressed.
He turned his full attention to Emma. He socked her hard in the face as he crawled from the car. It didn't seem to stop her. She tried to kick him. He socked her again and she started crying.
"Old bitch," he said. "Old bitch."
Emma saw Jackson getting up to come after her and she knew there was no way to whip both of them. She had to get back upstairs and get help. She made it to the front door before Jackson caught her.
"Don't hurry, lady," he said. "I want you to see something."
Jackson was very strong. He held her and made her watch as Tommy turned his attention back to Anna.
Emma wondered why Anna didn't fight, but she attributed it to Anna's being shocked.
Tommy undid the rest of Anna's blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. He reached behind her and undid Anna's bra.
"Look at them knockers," Tommy said. "She's got a nice pair."
"Oh Anna," Emma sobbed.
There was nothing Emma could do. The more she struggled the tighter Jackson's grip became.
Tommy pushed Anna down in the seat and his mouth went to work on her pink nipples. Emma couldn't believe it was happening. Not in broad daylight on a city street. It couldn't be happening. Emma could hear his mouth making sucking sounds against Anna's nipples.
"Oh God, Anna," Emma cried. "Fight him. Fight him hard!"
Anna had no intention of lighting. She didn't know what was going on except that she was enjoying this sucking mouth at her titties. She cooed softly as she stroked his hair.
"Don't you listen to her, honey," Anna said. "You go right ahead."
Tommy almost laughed out loud. Evidently Momma didn't know just how hot her little sweet thing was. Tommy slipped one hand between her legs and found that she was wearing no panties.
"Stop ft," Emma cried. "Oh my God, stop it."
Tommy undid his zipper and jerked his cock out. He was so hot he was afraid he was going to blow his nuts before he got it in.
"You ready to get fucked, baby?" he asked.
She answered by biting his ear. He jerked her skirt up and placed his thick cock between her legs. He pushed against her tight pussy and he felt his cock going in.
"God, God, God, God!" Emma screamed. "Oh please stop!"
"Now don't go ruining their fun," Jackson said.
Tommy began to fuck her in slow, deep strokes and he knew she was enjoying it. She was gasping into his ear, making little cries of pleasure each time his cock went home.
"That's it," she kept saying. "I needed that. Fuck me, darling. Fuck me!"
Tommy was beginning to suspect that she was fucking him instead of it being the other way around. Actually he didn't give a damn who fucked who. He was enjoying the tight pussy too much to care.
"Oh Goddamn," Tommy said. "I can't keep it up. I can't."
"Don't come yet," she pleaded softly. "I'm not ready."
"I can't help it," he said. "You're so hot and tight. I can't help it. Oh Goddamn, I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh FUCKKKK!"
Emma gasped as she saw Tommy's buttocks jerking as he spent his cum into her daughter. She cried out loud.
"My turn," the other boy said.
Emma twisted away from him and hurried up the stairs. She had to get help. She had to get the men to stop her daughter being raped a second time by those animals. She was already up the stairs, so she didn't see Anna raise her legs so that she could wrap them around Jackson's backside and suck his cock up with her hungry cunt.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was the perfect plan, except for Anna getting raped. But Beverly didn't believe that Anna minded too much. They brought Anna back up to the apartment, pretending she was hurt, and put her into bed.
Emma sat in the living room and cried.
"Now don't you cry, Momma," Beverly said.
"She'll be all right."
"It's this neighborhood," Emma said. "It's this place."
Somehow Emma found herself alone with Joe Flowers. She didn't know how it happened, except that Beverly and Bob had left the room.
She didn't know that Bob, Beverly, and Anna were all peeking through the cracked kitchen door.
Emma didn't like being alone in the room with a man like Joe Flowers. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel undressed.
"A little wine would help," Joe said.
"I told you that I don't drink that stuff," Emma said.
Joe sighed. This was going to be harder than he'd figured. She certainly wasn't going to be an easy lay. A round-heels she wasn't.
But he was aware that he was having an effect on her. He decided to take a chance about the wine. A little masculine forcefulness might be in order.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
He had crossed the room and picked up a glass. He poured some of the red wine into it and brought it to her.
"Drink it," he commanded.
Emma was a little taken back. She had always been the forceful one in her family and in her town. Her husband had been a mousy little man who had done just what she'd told him to do.
Perhaps that was why forceful men frightened her.
"No thank you," she said coldly.
He smiled. "Drink," he said softly. "Drink it down, little lady. It'll make you feel better."
She took the glass. Her hands trembled. She was surprised at herself. There was something dangerously commanding about this man. She sipped at the wine and it did make her feel a little better.
"Just sip it," he said.
"I'm not much of a wine drinker," she said. "I really don't know why I'm drinking it."
"Because I told you too," he said.
She looked at him apprehensively. Was she really drinking it because he told her to? It gave her a funny feeling that she couldn't quite understand.
"What kind of woman are you?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You rule your youngest with an iron hand," he said. "And your attitudes are prudish."
"I don't think so," she said quickly.
He came over and sat down beside her. Again she felt apprehensive. His thigh was almost touching hers. She didn't want him so near her. He almost took her breath away.
"I think so," he said. "Prudish attitudes went out with Prohibition."
She jumped up, almost spilling her glass of wine.
"I didn't come here to be talked to like that," she said. "I won't listen. Where are Bob and Beverly?"
"Sit down," Joe said.
He said it so low that she almost didn't hear him. She lost her temper. She had been manhandled, insulted, and her daughter had been raped. What right did he Have to talk about prudish attitudes?
"I will not sit down," she said. "I don't know who you think you are. And I don't drink wine."
She threw the wine into his face. She started out of the room. Joe decided he would have to use stern measures.
He was still sure that somewhere underneath she had the body of a hot woman just waiting to be released.
"You are a pissy bitch," he said:
"What?"
Emma stopped cold. She was not willing to admit that she'd just heard him say that.
"It's time someone taught you to be a woman," he said.
He got up and she felt her blood run cold. She wanted to run. She wanted to scream. She found she could do nothing but stand there stupidly.
"Leave me alone," she said.
"You've been rigid too long," he said. "A proud, stuffy bitch. You remind me of a teacher I had once in high school. She's real sweet now. She got dicked a few times and now she really loves the boys."
"You stay away from me," she warned. "I'll scream."
"Go ahead and scream," he said. "But I don't think you will. I think you're wondering right now what it's like to get fucked by a real man."
"You animal," she said. "You pervert."
"Admit it to yourself," he said. "You want a real man for a change. Before you get too old and ugly. You want a man who'll make you see stars, who'll make you beg for love."
"You pervert," she said softly.
Joe was enjoying himself. He knew now that he was right. Her eyes were frightened, but hungry. A woman who didn't want to hear those things would have left the room by now or she would have started screaming.
He knew that Emma would fight but what she really wanted was to be conquered by a real man.
And he was that man.
He came closer and she started backing up.
"I'll claw your race," she threatened.
"You'll try," he said.
She did try. He caught her hand and bent it down until she cried out in pain. He twisted her arm around her back and bent her double. He pressed himself up against her ass so that she was feeling his hard prick.
"Feel that," he said. "That's what you're going to get. Did your first husband ever give you a good fuck? Even one?"
"Goddamn you," she squealed.
He let her go and she came at him with the same fury in her eyes that Tommy had seen. He slapped her lightly on the face and sidestepped her charge.
"I'm getting tired of this," he said. "Why don't you take off your clothes so I can see what kind of body you have."
"Goddamn you," she said. She came at him again and this time he planted his feet and punched her solidly on the side of her mouth.
She went down flatly, bleeding from a cut Up. She looked up at him, dazed. She touched her fingertips to her bleeding Up.
"You made me bleed," she said.
Her voice had taken on a softer tone and he could see that most of her fight was gone.
"Get up," he said.
Emma felt her heart pounding as she looked up at him. She was afraid but she also felt a kind of excitement she didn't understand. She felt as if he were some kind of god standing before her. Screaming or fighting would do her no good. She had to do exactly as he wanted.
She stood up and he came close to her again. He knew a woman like Emma was Uke a horse that had never been really broken. She would only be ridden by a man who could break her hard.
It was kind of strange, but he had the sudden feeling that she was a virgin.
Emotionally she probably was, for she had never really given herself to any man.
He could see that in her eyes.
He bent his mouth to hers and tasted her blood. He could feel the tension drain out of her and suddenly her lips were as hungry as his own. Her red tongue pushed into his mouth and her body pressed against his.
In the kitchen Anna turned to her sister.
"I don't believe it," she said.
"I don't either," Beverly said. "I was worried, about Joe's tactics for a moment there, but he sure knows what's the way to get to a woman."
"He's quite a man," Anna sighed.
"Hey," Bob said. "What about me?"
Beverly squeezed his cock and Anna gave him a hug.
"You too," both girls agreed.
They all turned their attention back to what was going on in the living room.
Joe broke the kiss off and stood back. He realized he had awakened a deep hidden desire in this woman. Now her eyes were fiery little pits and he knew she was hot between her legs. He had beaten her to his will, which was something her husband should have done a long time before.
"Take off your clothes," he said.
Emma felt a hot surge of desire go through her body. She wanted to do anything this man told her to, and she didn't know why. She only knew she had never felt this way before about anyone.
She reached for the top buttons of her blouse. Her fingers trembled. What was she doing? She kept telling herself that she was a good member of the church, a person of character. What would her friends say if they could see her now?
Goddamn, but she couldn't help it. She just couldn't help it.
She got her buttons undone. He was still smiling as she peeled her blouse off her shoulders. Her bra" was a deep black that contrasted with the white swell of her titties.
"What am I doing?" she said out loud.
"Finish taking your clothes off," he said. "I'm going to fuck you."
She had never been talked to that way before. Her husband had always begged her for it. He had never simply told her he was going to do what he wanted.
She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. No other man but her husband had ever looked at her naked flesh. She was sobbing softly as she pulled off her bra. "Please," she said. She closed her eyes. "Please what?" he asked. "Please what, Emma?" Oh God," she said. "I don't want to do this.
I'm a good woman!"
"Of course you do, Emma," he said. "You want to fuck and fuck and fuck until you go out of your mind. You want to beg for it."
"No," she said.
"Yes you do," he said. "And you will. You'll beg for it."
She opened her eyes and looked into his strong face and she knew she would beg him for it. She knew she would do whatever he wanted.
He walked to her and put his hands against her large titties. He liked her titties. They were soft but firm under the touch of his fingers. They were a little plump, but he could tell that she had tried to take care of her body.
"Nice," he said. "I think your titties feel nice."
"Please," she said. "Can't you just do it without talking?"
"No," he said. "I want you to feel and hear everything. You're going to be a better fuck than the sweetest whore before I'm through. Don't you want to be a sweet whore for all men?"
"Oh God," she said.
"Answer me, Emma. Don't you want to be a whore? Don't you want to fuck until you're out of your mind?"
"No," Emma sobbed. "No."
He took her by the head and bent her head back. She could see his savage face above her. She began to feel pain. "Tell me the truth, Emma," he demanded. "Yes," she said.
"That won't do, Emma," he said. "I want the truth in words. I want you to tell me."
"I want to be a whore," she admitted. "I want to fuck and fuck." She had said it and it didn't hurt as bad as she'd thought.
He pulled her against him and his mouth searched for hers. She gave him a hungry kiss and she felt him rubbing his chest against her titties.
She felt herself get more excited as he rubbed against her. Her nipples started to stand up hard and she felt extremely sensitive between her legs.
He stepped back again and stripped off his shirt. She gasped as she saw his muscular chest. She felt weak-kneed as he unzipped and pulled his trousers down and kicked them off.
"What if Beverly should come in?" Emma asked.
"Don't worry about it," he said.
She couldn't help but stare at the rising bulge in his shorts. She licked her dry lips. She had never seen any man's cock but her husband's. She didn't know what to do.
'Take it out," he said.
She held her breath as she reached her hand into his shorts. She felt his rigid hot flesh grow and jump at the touch of her fingers.
"Pull it out," he said.
She pulled his shorts down and tugged his prick out. She gasped as she stared at the size of it. It was bigger than her husband's. Bigger than she thought one had a right to be.
"God," she said. "I'm so afraid."
"Don't be," he said. "It's only a cock."
He pulled at the buttons of her skirt and he got it down. He now put his hand between her legs. He had a rough hand that made her quiver at his touch.
"I'm scared," she said again.
She kept repeating the same phrase over and over again as he finished undressing her and himself. She crossed her fingers over her auburn bush but he made her move her hands.
"On the couch," he said.
She leaned back on the couch and he stretched out on top of her. She was already hot and juicy as he began to force his hard prick into her.
"Tight," he gasped. "You're fucking tight enough to be a virgin."
She cried out loud as he gave a hard lunge and his cock buried itself in her cunt.
"Now move," he said. "Move your sweet ass. I want this to be a sweet fuck."
"Oh God," she moaned.
A delicious shiver of excitement swept over her entire body as he began to fuck her with his slow, deep strokes.
She felt filled up by him, filled up in a way her husband had never been able to manage.
She knew that she would never be able to tear herself away from Joe. He had conquered her completely and she was his to do with what he pleased. She thought about all the things he would probably want and it made her even more excited.
"Oooooh," she moaned. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard! It feels so good!"
Joe laughed as he began to plunge his cock in and out of her cunt. She was hot now, just the way he had known she would be. Hot and ready.
"My dearest Jesus," she moaned. "Oh you fill me up so much!"
She was aware that others were coming into the room. She looked up into her daughter Beverly's eyes. She wanted to stop; she was ashamed. She couldn't. She saw Anna and Bob standing behind Beverly. She saw Beverly bend over and reach behind her so that she was clutching her husband's prick. She heard Beverly moan as she gently guided his prick into her dripping pussy.
"I'm coming," she screamed. "I'm coming. OH GODDAMN, I'M COMINGGGGG!"
She came in a burst of pleasure that was un-like anything she had ever known. Hot fires seemed to be burning all over her body.
Then she felt the hot salve of his cum pouring into her hot cunt.
"Oh Jesus," she said. "What have I done?"
Anna knelt beside her and placed her mouth on the curve of her titty.
Emma couldn't believe it.
Anna licked for a moment and then looked into her mother's eyes. A deep understanding suddenly came between mother and daughter.
Beverly was screaming and her ass was wiggling wildly as Bob's cock poured cum into her. Beverly felt cum dripping down her leg as she pulled away from Bob's cock and dropped to the floor beside her mother. She had not come yet, but there would be plenty of time for that. She kissed her mother's other nipple and her mother stroked her hair.
-Plenty of time to come, Beverly thought. Because things were really going to be different from now on. She could see from her mother's relaxed expression that fucking was going to become a family habit.
From now on, everybody was going to have a fine time!
