Things were happening faster than he could fully comprehend them. He seemed to be a half-second late, behind reality. He was still thinking about slipping off the couch when he felt something warm under him, something moving between his legs. It was Sharon... upside down.
She shoved her head between his thighs, locked her arms about his legs and lifted her head. Instantly, a fantastic heat washed over his groin.
CHAPTER ONE
Vince Carruthers grunted as he swung the heavy pick axe up over his head and grunted again as he brought it down, leaning into the falling weight, driving the clawlike blade into Mrs. Louella Moore's front yard. The jarring impact of steel upon compacted clay made his elbow and shoulder joints ache and caused the sweat to run down his bare back and into the seat of his jeans. He immediately tried to wrench the blade free, but his weary muscles would not obey him. Groaning with impatience, the tall, rangy teenager paused to rest on the butt of the axe handle. He surveyed the fruit of his Saturday morning's labor with disgust: four hours of work and he'd only managed to break up a fifteen by fifteen foot plot of earth... less than a quarter of the yard.
"Damn dichondra!" he said to the hard brown clods jumbled about his boot tops, for the reason for all his back-breaking labor was to prepare the soil for the planting of dichondra. Dichondra which would spread forth from small plugs set a few inches apart to cover the whole lawn with a short, lush green nap, and which, in turn, would make Mrs. Moore the center of conversation at her garden, bridge and tennis clubs.
"Damn rich bitch!" Vince said to the sprawling redwood and brick ranch style house on the knoll above him.
On the broad sundeck, behind the curtains on the french doors, inside the house, something moved. He was sure of it. She was watching him again. Watching him sweat.
"Go ahead, Widow Moore, peek all you want," he said, straightening up to his full six foot six inch height, squaring his broad shoulders. Vince was very proud of his body and his pride went beyond mere adolescent narcissism. He was proud of what his body could do. He was a high school athlete and he'd been nominated to the All-City Basketball squad two years in a row. Like most basketball players, his body was long and lean and hard. The muscles of his arms were wiry and well defined, flexing cables under his smooth boy's skin as he strangled the axe handle. His stomach was very flat and again the musculature was so developed that the individual muscle groups stood out clearly against his flesh, giving his belly a decidedly "washboard" appearance. His was a body made for running, jumping, a body made for speed; not a body made for busting dirt clods, for the repetitive drudgery of the chain gang.
Vince pushed his thick chestnut brown hair out of his eyes with the back of his dirt speckled forearm and licked dry lips. For the hundredth time he thought about Mrs. Moore, about the way she'd looked this morning when he reported for his first day of work. If she had turned out to be some frumpy old bag. in a worn out house coat, her hair all mousy and rolled up in pink plastic curlers, her skin sallow and eyes ringed with dark circles, he never would've taken the job... regardless of what he'd promised that moron, Gary Warburton. But, as it was, he found that he couldn't say no to her, not even after she'd told him exactly what kind of slave labor she had in mind for him.
Vince closed his eyes and tried to recall Louella as she'd first appeared to him. It was not a difficult task. Her marvelous physiognomy was burned into his retina, branded upon his highly impressionable gray matter. He'd rung the bell and after considerable time had elapsed, the door opened and there she was, framed by the dark wood of the door jamb and the red of the bricks, backdropped by the warm, luxurious depths of her house. She was only about five feet tall, but put together so deliciously that from a distance she could've been five foot seven or eight. Her straight shoulder length hair was straw blond and parted in the middle; her eyes were pale blue, her lashes long and thick.
Perhaps her mouth was a trifle wide, the lips too full, too soft, too sensuous, and the smooth cheeks too round, but it was impossible for Vince to concentrate on her individual features, to judge them apart from the whole. She was wearing an off-white peignoir, a silky, barely opaque confection that fell all the way to the floor. The negligee was open at the throat and in the lacy "V" it showed a good deal of creamy skin, slender neck, and the deep valley between her ample and obviously unharnessed breasts. Her waist was high and narrow and the curves of her round hips, the line of her long legs, were shadows against the slippery fabric. She kept her arms folded about her waist, under her bodice, and they served to push her full breasts up and out of the dipping neckline.
Vince could barely tear his eyes away from the tips of those proffered tits, from the sight of her nipples, so clearly visible against the silk, so small and taut, jutting points of carmine red. She had smiled at him then and a horrible lump had risen in his throat.
Vince shivered at the memory. There was something about that smile, about the vibrations that she gave off. It was not only that she had just awakened and that her face and body were still relaxed and warm from sleep, although that, and the musky-sweet odor of her perfume were quite disturbing to him. There was something familiar about the smile... not familiar in the sense that he recognized her face, but that he recognized the meaning behind the expression. It was the very same look he'd seen on a few other female faces before; it was a look that presaged delight.
It was the look that Ginger Thorns, the stacked cheerleader, had given him after his team's tragic overtime loss to arch rival, Brunswick High... and later, after they'd parked at an out of the way spot, she not only allowed him to slip his hand inside her slick panties, to feel her soft fur, the moist lips of her sex, but she also proceeded to unzip his fly, to draw out his huge, engorged cock. She was no stranger to a stiff penis and her incredibly hot little hands wrung him out expertly. Then, while he watched her face, illuminated by the occasionally passing car's headlights, she stuffed the flaring head into her mouth and began to suck and lick his cock passionately, pumping her fist up and down the thick base in short, brisk strokes. Her short, "Dorothy Hammill" style hairdo bobbed as she thrust the drool drenched knob deep in her gullet, her velvety soft lips sliding down over the rigid shaft. And then he was coming. He gripped her small ears and held her head still while he bucked his hips, flipping his spurting cock rapidly in and out of her mouth, her tightly clamped lips, sending gobs of thick white jissom splattering over her throat.
And it was also the same look that Patty Melonze had given him when they were alone and "messing around" in her parent's house. A slap and tickle session had ended up with Vince pinning Patty to the spare bed in the den... and then with his tying her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Suddenly things were no longer so innocent. She smiled at him in that soft, yielding way and then he was stripping her, fitting his hard cock to her sloppy wet pussy. When he rammed his way into her tight little box, they both lost their cherries simultaneously. Patty cried a bit at first, but then her smooth buttocks started lifting up from the bed, driving his cock into her pussy faster and faster. Vince had pulled out just in time and his glistening cock had sprayed sperm all over her moist, downy pubic hair and her sweaty tummy.
Vince thought about fucking Mrs. Moore, about having a "real" woman who knew all the tricks under him, about having her long, smooth, woman's legs wrapped about the small of his back while he pushed up on his hands and watched his dripping red bone flip in and out of her hairy, juicy, woman's cunt. Instantly, his penis surged to life: throbbing, twitching, inching its way down the inside of his thigh, all hot and sticky against his skin.
"Damn!" he said, looking down at the monstrous bulge in his pants leg, slitting his eyes against the ache in his groin. He shifted his weight, trying to ease the pressure of the tight fabric on his erection. He tried to will his cock down and found that he could not, so he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and thought hard about something else.
He thought about how weird it was that Gary Warburton had given him the job in the first place. He and Warburton were classmates, fellow members of the basketball team, but that hardly made them friends. For two years in a row they had both gone out for the same position on the team and only one of them could play, only one of them could make All-City. Even though Warburton was not first string, he generally got to play out the closing minutes of a game when the team had a big lead. But for the last five games, he had seen no action at all. He seemed exhausted all the time, unable to keep up, to make even a pretense at doing the job.
After a practice session, when the whole team was in the locker room showering off, Warburton approached Vince with surprising friendliness.
"Man, I am beat," he said, toweling off his naked form. "... Dead tired... "
Vince nodded noncommittally, taking a seat on the bench in front of his gym locker. Beside him sat Thad Allen, the team manager, who, although he didn't work out with the team, liked to shower with them.
"I got this after school job... gardening," Warburton continued, eyeing with distaste Thad's obvious interest in the dangling male parts he was toweling off so gingerly. "The bread's great and all, but it's just too much. I'm practically flunking out of all my classes and I'm too wasted to play ball... "
"That's a shame," Vince said, smirking at the way Thad kept looking at Warburton's limp cock and then quickly looking away. There were lots of rumors about what Thad liked to do with other boy's cocks.
"... How'd you like to take over the job for me?" Warburton asked, adding quickly,"... just until I get my grades back up, of course."
"What does it pay?" Vince asked.
"Two and a half an hour for five or six hours a week, plus some Saturdays. It's working for these rich women up in the Ridgecrest Hills."
"Hey, wow," Thad piped up, "I'll take it if you don't want it, Vince."
Warburton glared at him. "You couldn't cut the work, Thaddy," he said. "And besides, your old man is a judge... "
"What does that have to do with anything?" Thad asked, looking hurt.
"It means that he's loaded and you don't need the extra bread, Buckwheat. How about it, Vince? Just for a month or two... to help me out?"
Vince shrugged and said, "Why not?"
Had Vince known that the job entailed his becoming a human roto-tiller, his answer would've been different. He looked around at the ground yet to be broken and shook his head. It was little wonder that Warburton had no energy for basketball. And then Vince got very mad... and his erection went down. He'd been conned and then some.
He jerked the pick axe from the dirt and swung it in a wide circle over his head, slamming it back down, chopping off a dense chunk of earth and then another and another. He worked furiously, taking his anger out on the unfeeling clay, imagining that it was Warburton and not clay under the bright steel. He kept up the frenetic pace until his arms felt like they were about to fall off, until the small of his back ached horribly, and then he sat right down on the clods, dripping with sweat, panting from the exertion. He didn't hear the front door open behind him.
"Uh, Vince?" Louella Moore said softly.
Vince rose to his feet and turned and saw, much to his surprise and delight, that she was still clad in her flimsy negligee. In the bright sunlight, the garment left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He could see the full, conical shape of her breasts, the dark, mysterious triangular patch between her thighs, and wherever the peignoir touched her skin... her thighs, her nipples, her tummy... it became transparent. Vince wiped the perspiration from his brow with a grimy hand, his pulse pounding up under his chin.
"I saw that you didn't bring a lunch with you today," she said, her eyes slipping from his face to take in his gleaming chest, arms, stomach, and, for the briefest instant, to glance lower, at the crotch of his jeans before snapping back up to his face again, "so I fixed you a little something to eat. You must be starved after all that hard work... "
Vince just stood there for the longest time. The widow made no effort to conceal herself from him; her hands hung limply at her sides. He had seen enough bad movies to know that when a sexy young widow pranced around half-naked in front of the handy man, it meant that she wanted him to do more than just prune her rhododendrons. The trouble was: this was not a "B" movie and he had sudden serious doubts that his previous experience with Ginger and Patty prepared him for a sexual confrontation with a "real" woman. Vince felt both very young and very stupid.
"Gee, that'd be great, Mrs. Moore," he said, cringing inwardly at the sound of his own voice, which reminded him of nothing so much as the adenoidal tones of one of the teenage twerps from the "Leave It To Beaver" show.
It didn't seem to bother Mrs. Moore, though.
"You'll want to clean up first, won't you?" she said, raising her arm, turning to the side and gesturing that he should follow her into the house.
"I'd appreciate that," he said, his eyes taking in the delicious silhouette of her left breast, perfect supple dome, pert nipple nubbin; his penis going into its twitching act again. He carefully kicked the clods from his boot heels and stepped up onto the low brick porch beside her.
"I hope you don't mind tuna salad... " Louella said.
Vince looked down at the dark brown triangle between her thighs. His mouth went dry. The tips of the soft, curly hairs actually poked through the weave of the silk and Vince had a powerful, unprecedented urge to press his face into her fork, into that lush muff.
Then Louella turned her back to him and started through the door. He could see the plump full moons of her ass right through the negligee. The cheeks were round and sassy and not at all flabby and they were divided by a deep, silky crevasse. He could actually count the small buttons of her spine and see, on either side of its base, the twin dimples in her buttocks.
"Don't blow it now... not now... " he told himself as he stepped into the foyer behind her, cramming a hand in his pocket and trying to adjust his rapidly growing hard on.
The inside of the house was opulent to the point of garishness. On the floor was a deep, white shag carpet and the place was full of furniture, ornaments and assorted bric-a-brac. All the furniture was ivory colored and touched with gilt and there were lots of other touches of gold throughout the house, on picture frames, fireplace tools, decorative pottery.
Over the fireplace was a large oil painting of Louella and a big, slightly overweight black haired man. His hirsute arm was thrown across her slender shoulders in a decidedly proprietary gesture.
Louella noticed Vince's interest in the portrait and paused to explain: "That was my husband, Jack. He was killed in a traffic accident about six months ago... "
"Oh, wow, uh... I'm sorry," Vince said, somewhat taken aback.
"It's nice of you to say that, but I'm pretty much over it all now. At first, of course, it was very difficult. It was hard to adjust to life without him. Jack was such a forceful man. He ruled this house with an iron hand," she said, smiling a wistful smile.
The smile bothered Vince. "Uh, from the painting it looks like he was pretty strong, too," he said, trying to make appropriate small talk while feeling terribly light-headed. The proximity of her nearly naked body, the scent of it, sent his blood pressure skyrocketing.
"Very strong... " she said, beaming up at the portrait, "... he always made me feel like a little toy, a doll in his arms." Then she sighed and turned to Vince. "But the past is gone, isn't it? We can't go on re-living it over and over. I try to keep myself active to keep my mind on other things." Again she smiled, but this time there was a twinkle in her eyes. "My club work really helps... " she said.
"Oh, yeah. Warburt... I mean, Gary mentioned that all of the ladies he worked for belonged to the same group," Vince said.
He tried not to look at her tits... and failed miserably. Those hard buds begged to be tugged upon, to be tweaked, to be sucked. His mind was full of conflicting desires, both violent and tender. He wanted so much to just jump on her, to drag her down on the plush carpet and rape her while she kicked and screeched... but he also wanted her to guide him, to seduce him.
"Yes, it started out as just a bunch of us girls getting together over coffee once a week, but it's turned into so much more. I know it's been therapeutic for me... "
"You mean like 'group therapy'?"
"Something like that. Now let me show you to the bathroom so you can wash up," she said, leading him down a short hall. She entered a door and he followed on her heels.
The bathroom was long and narrow, ending in an enclosed bathtub-shower stall. The walls were mirror tile shot with veins of gold and the white sink and tile counter stretched practically the whole length of the room. In the bright light of the bath room, Vince could see even more of her body, even a bit of bright, bubble gum pink below the curly pubic bush.
"There are towels right there," Louella said, moving towards him, reaching around his side to indicate the rather obvious towel rack.
Vince ground his jaws together as he watched those smooth breasts almost touch his naked chest, as her hard nipples almost made contact, through the peignoir, with his flesh. Then her perfume inundated him and he thought his skull was going to explode. His cock was no longer content to merely twitch idiotically in his pants... it chose that moment to surge to full, straining erection.
"There's soap in the dish there," she added, tipping her well-upholstered hips into him. Her upper thigh grazed the rigid and red hot rod crammed down his pantsleg. "Oh!" she said, drawing back from him, her eyes wide with apparent surprise.
Vince blushed from the neck up, blushed clear to the tips of his ears, while his penis commenced to jerk spasmodically against the confining fabric.
Louella looked down at the bulge in his jeans, at the shape of his cock head outlined in blue denim, at the outlandish length and girth of the shaft that supported it and she seemed to be mesmerized by the sight. It took a long time for her to speak and when she did, she kept her eyes downcast, locked upon the stiff prick, and her voice was very soft, very small.
"Jack used to make me wash him... " she said, breathlessly, pausing, waiting for Vince to respond.
But the teenager was too confused, too embarrassed, too aroused to understand what was expected of him to catch the subtlety, the nuance of her simple statement.
"... Vince," she said, her voice thick with emotion, a flush of excitement creeping into her cheeks, roses under her smooth skin, "my husband used to make me wash him... all over... "
The meaning was not lost on him the second time around. For a dizzying instant, he imagined the diminutive woman meekly laving Jack's bull cock and balls. He tried to speak, but could not because of the basketball that had formed in his throat.
"... everywhere... " she added, raising her eyes to meet his gaze and then dropping them quickly back co his distended crotch.
"Back to where they belong," Vince thought. Where they belong? She wanted him to think that and he was stunned by the implication. This beautiful woman some kind of sex slave? Trained by her hairy bear of a husband to submissively obey his every demented whim, to literally worship at the altar of Penis?
"Y-you uhh want to w-wash me?" Vince asked incredulously, and was instantly sorry.
Louella said nothing, made no responsive gesture, but looked terribly disappointed, almost crushed.
Vince was about to break into a babbling, adenoidal apology, but caught himself as it dawned on him what he had done wrong. It was not the suggestion itself that had brought the Widow Moore to the verge of tears, but the mealy-mouthed manner in which the suggestion had been voiced. She didn't want to be asked; she wanted to be told. Louella craved a substitute for her domineering husband; she needed another "iron hand" to submit to. She was, in fact, Vince realized, not so much different than Patty Melonze who was a prim and proper prig on a double date to the Drive-in, but hot stuff indeed when she was quite alone, tied up, naked and helpless in the face of a horny man. Patty needed the excuse of being "helpless" in order to do all the naughty things she wanted to do... that way, the aggressive man was responsible and she was guilt-free, free to enjoy herself. The difference between her and Louella was that Widow Moore's bonds were all in her mind. She was truly his for the taking, anyway he wanted her... if he was only man enough to command her.
"Stop that sniveling!" he said, his voice breaking on the last syllable.
Louella jerked as if he'd struck her, looked up at him meekly... and a broad, ecstatic grin spread across her face.
Encouraged, Vince said, "Wash me!!" as forcefully as he could. His legs were trembling so badly that he had to lean against the counter or fall down.
Mrs. Moore dropped to her knees before him and reached up for the zipper on his pants.
Vince twisted his hips away from her fingers. "No!" he admonished her. "... Strip first. I want to see you... "
Obediently, the small woman slipped the negligee from her shoulders, exposing for Vince's pleasure, the full mounds of her breasts.
Vince groaned softly. They were so big and soft and sexy... such silky slopes, such taut little nipples, such deep, inviting cleavage... and they were his. He reached down and brushed the back of his hand across her nipples, making the hot nubbins bump over his knuckles.
Louella sucked in breath through her clenched teeth as the waves of pleasure rippled down over her stomach and a similar thrill raced up Vince's arm and down his body, straight to his gonads, which began to tingle and glow with tumescence.
He cupped her right tit in his hand and squeezed it tenderly. He'd never felt such a big one and he delighted in the way it filled his hand, the way it moved under his caress, the way the erect nipple teased his palm.
"Stand up," he said with difficulty, his mouth filling with hot slobber.
When Louella dutifully rose from her knees, the peignoir fell down over her hips, her thighs, down to her ankles and she stood in front of him completely naked, her eyes downcast.
"Oh, wow... " he said softly, taking a ripe breast in either hand and feasting his eyes on her body, staring down at her smooth belly, at the swelling of her pubis and the fluffy brown muff that shadowed it.
Louella stood there, silent except for heavy breathing, her arms at her sides, while the boy manipulated her tits, mashing them up against her chest, massaging them, pinching her nipples. When he lowered his head, when he took one of her nubs into his hot mouth and began to tongue and suck it lovingly, her fingers, her hands fluttered at her sides as if she wanted to embrace him, to stroke his head, to urge him to do it harder, to use his teeth, but she remained passive.
As she watched him nurse at her breast, watched his wet lips smooching at her nipple, sucking it, stretching it far from the snowy globe, making it turn dark red from the friction, her stomach began to ripple in earnest; the flurries of joy raced from captive nipple to clitoris and she made a soft moaning sound low in her throat.
"God, your skin is so smooth... " Vince croaked, bending lower, spreading her tits, pressing his face into their hot cleavage. While he continued to fondle her breasts, he slowly knelt, letting his lips slide down over her belly to her deep navel. He knew that he was going to go further down, that he was going to put his face right into her pussy fur; he knew that she wouldn't stop him. His heart was beating so wildly in his chest that it scared him... he'd never been so turned on in his whole life.
His hands slipped from her tits, over her ribcage, down to cup the firm, round butt cheeks. His mouth brushed the feathery top fringe of her pubes. They were super soft and fragrant, smelling of expensive perfume and something else... something musky and raw, something feral, something that aroused Vince even more. He nuzzled his face into her fork, rubbing the brown fur over his nose, cheeks, mouth, chin, feeling the well-padded mound under the hair.
He opened his mouth and tentatively thrust out his tongue to touch the hair. Louella jerked violently at the feel of his tongue on her sex and he held her buttocks tighter, fitting his fingertips deep into her blazing asscrack, kneading her cheeks, pulling her closer to him. Then, moaning with excitement, he began to lick every square inch of the top of her pudenda.
Louella stood there submissively, shivering as she watched the boy bathe her pubis with his tongue.
Vince wasn't satisfied until he had saturated her hairs with his drool, until they were sopping. When he finally pulled back, panting, to examine his handiwork, he saw under the summit of her mound, just where it turned under between her thighs, a pair of pouty, hot pink lips, lips dewy with his dripping saliva. He pressed forward and lapped at the puffy slit with his tongue.
"Uhhh!" Louella cried, snapping her hips into his face reflexively, digging her fingernails into her thighs.
The tangy, foxy flavor of her sex filled his mouth and he licked her again, harder, feeling the pair of soft lips part, feeling under the tip of his tongue the small rigid pea of her clit.
"UHHH!!" Louella whimpered as orgasm engulfed her. She started to shudder violently and, as the top of her head came off, as the powerful seizures wracked her body, she momentarily forgot herself. On an excess of exuberance, she quickly swung her leg up over Vince's shoulder, tipping her slippery pussy up into his probing tongue, making his mouth slide across the sodden fur that rimmed her cunt, slide over the swollen lips and into the gaping slot that begged to be filled.
Vince was too stunned at first to react. Nothing like that had ever happened to him before. The scent was mind boggling... keen and rasping on the palate... and the feel of all that hot, juicy meat mashing into his mouth, slipping over his extended tongue, those silky thighs brushing his ears was devastating. It was much more action than he had anticipated and it was more than he could handle.
"No!!" he said, pushing her pussy off his mouth, removing his tongue from her slit and then standing up.
Louella slumped against the wall, her cheeks flushed, breathing ragged, eyes full of fear, and her crotch dripping with a mixture of his slobber and her own flowing juices.
Vince leaned back against the counter, folded his arms across his chest and said, "Wash me now." He felt like a complete stud.
The blond woman instantly dropped to her knees before the great lump in his crotch. As she struggled to unzip him with trembling fingers, her breasts swayed pendulously, deliriously. And then she was peeling both his jeans and his underwear down over his hips.
She only got them half way down before she got a big surprise: Vince's hard cock lurched free of the wadded-up jockey knit briefs and snapped straight up, narrowly missing her chin, to smack moistly against his chest. It remained there, aimed directly at his chin, quivering slightly.
Vince grinned at the gawking Louella. He knew he had a big dick and he'd heard that older women especially liked big dicks. Louella was no exception. She knelt not a foot away from the rigid, up-curving cock and ate it up with her eyes.
The whole thing was more than eight inches long, tapering from a very thick base, where bowstring tight tendons stood out against the skin, to a slightly narrower shaft, laced with bright blue veins and a sprig or two of dark brown hair. The head was broad and quite swollen, the size of a large plum but with a very un-plumlike rim of extra flesh on its top side. The color was pale pink like the skin of a new baby. In the cleft in the head of his cock was a narrow slot festooned with a single drop of pearly goo, and below it, on the underside of his shaft, was the trail of the drop's predecessor... a line of milky white running from the cleft, down over the fat folds of skin, his nerve bundle, directly under it, down over the straining shaft and onto the pebbly, sparsely furred skin of his uptight balls. Topping and surrounding the massive organ was a fringe of dark fuzz.
"Well?!" Vince said impatiently.
Louella shivered, tearing her eyes away from his cock, and rose, turning to the sink. She opened the tap, adjusted the temperature and picked up the bar of soap. Then, much to Vince's surprise, she immersed the ends of her hair in the water and rubbed them with the soap.
"Hey, you're supposed to wash me, remember?" he told her.
But Louella hadn't forgotten. She was merely lathering up her "washcloth."
"Goddam!" Vince squawked as the nude woman commenced to wash off his shoulders and arms with her hair. His dick thumped wildly against his sternum, spewing thick pre-cum left and right. Vince fought against the urge to unload completely. He was pushed right to the brink of orgasm and it wasn't just the cerebral kick of having a female attend him in such a servile manner; it was the physical sensation of having her face, neck, breasts, slippery from the flying soap suds, brushing against him, sliding over him... coupled with the crazy sound of her moaning.
Slowly, she worked her way around to his chest, rubbing her hair over his nipples, pressing her slick tits into his belly, bumping her moist pussy into his thigh.
Vince watched her reflection in the mirror tile, his eyes slitted from the pleasure she was giving him. She mopped her soapy hair up and down his chest, moving her head, her face, her mobile mouth very close to the stiff joint that divided his torso... but not quite touching it. The tension was unbearable. He could feel her breath on his balls.
"Come on, you Bitch! Come on!!" he said, moving his cock into the path of her sopping hair. Warm, sudsy joy engulfed his pudcap.
"Oh... ooooh," Louella crooned as the searing meat grazed her forehead, her nose, her lips. Without further delay, she carefully wrapped her wet locks about the base of his root and, clasping hair and hard on in her hand, began to masturbate him.
Warm suds dripped down over his balls; flurries of ecstasy ran the entire length of his cock. Her beautiful face was a scant half inch away from the underside of his cock and then, unable to bear the temptation any longer, she pressed her open mouth to his nerve bundle, licking at the heavy folds, swirling her tongue about the drooling dome while she pumped and pumped his root through the ring of silky hair.
Vince watched her go down on him... pink, pointed tongue snaking over tumescent bulb, smearing hot slobber over the cap, making it gleam in the artificial light... and his knees went to jelly as she took the entire head of his dick into her mouth and gave it suck. The knob was way too big for her mouth. Her jaws were overtaxed and her cheeks terribly distended. He could actually see the outline of his cock head against the drumtight flesh of her cheeks.
"Ummmm... " she said, slurping and sucking up the residual pre-cum that lingered inside his cock.
The sounds of her lovemaking, sloppy, hungry, underpinned by a frantic whining, and the feel of her lips, her tongue slipping down over the rim of his cock, bathing it in slick heat, was too much for Vince to bear. He wanted to cum in the worst way, but he wanted to cum inside that hairy pussy of hers. Groaning, the teenager grabbed Louella by the damp hair and -pulled her off his cock.
"God, I want to fuck you so bad," he said, swinging around behind her, pushing her belly up against the edge of the counter. He mashed his cock into her asscrack and reached in under her armpits to capture and milk her swaying tits. "So bad... " he murmured.
His hands slipped down from her breasts to the front of her thighs and then he was lifting the pliant woman belly up onto the counter so that her tits were hanging in the sink and her long, smooth legs dangled over the counter's edge.
As soon as she realized what he was doing, Louella began whining like a bitch-in-heat, squirming around, rubbing her ass into his stiff manmeat. She threw her thighs wide apart, showing him not only her pussy, which was a gaping pink furrow, the lips all peeled back and glistening with lubricant, but the tight, puckering ring of her anus as well.
Vince had his choice of orifices, but he was far too excited to make a rational decision.
"Uhhh!" he grunted, driving his cock head in the general direction of her bottom. His dick struck her between cunt and ass... they both yelped in pain... and then the bulb slid down into her hot gash.
The tip of his cock buried itself in hot buttered velvet and Vince's reflexes took over. His hips bucked, driving the heavy rod right up Louella's tipped up cunt. He leaned way over her back and put it all to her, ramming every inch up her pussy until those puffy lips smooched around the base of his cock, until his pubes rasped her winking pore.
"YEEEE!!" Louella howled into the sink as he began to whip his cock in and out of her cunt in wild, tip-to-root thrusts. In a matter of seconds, he had her cuming all over herself. Her pussy started to sputter and fart and the muscles of her box clamped down on his flying prick, slowing it down, stretching out her pleasure, milking it rhythmically, teasing the orgasm up from his balls.
"Oh, wow! WOW!!" he cried as the feverish joy washed over him, as the teeming gobs of sperm rushed up his cock. He knew there'd be no pulling out of this pussy. Locking his arms about her waist, he drove his cock through the constricted ring of her cunt, sending spurt and spurt of hot cum deep into her body, filling her with his stuff until it overflowed, until it came belching back out of her box on every back-thrust, belching back and drenching his pubes, her asscrack, his balls, her thighs with bubbling white goo.
CHAPTER TWO
It was Louella Moore's turn to "rap" at her club's bi-weekly get together and, as usual, she felt very keyed up and jittery. The other women had dropped over to her house around 3 p.m. and, after some loosening up cocktails and a bit of unimportant chatter, they were anxious to begin the session.
"Don't you think it's time you let us in on it?" Sharon Beasely said, taking a seat beside her on the couch. Sharon was a tall, slender woman of 34 with straight auburn hair that fell to the middle of her back, pale green eyes, and lots of freckles. She was wearing a halter top that showed off her magnificent bust and a pair of short-shorts that made her legs look impossibly long.
"Come on, Louella, tell us... " Bonnie Freeman chimed in, drawing up an ottoman and sitting down in front of the two. Bonnie was nearly as short as Louella and very young looking. With her slim, girlish figure, she could've easily passed for a teenager. She wore her short, curly brown hair in an afro and was clad as Louella was in a skimpy string bikini.
Jessica Wainright, who was at age 40 the eldest member of the group, sat down on the other side of Louella and put her hand on the woman's bare thigh. Her salt and pepper hair was cut in a short, mannish shag and her body was covered from neck to ankle in a stylish, burnt orange caftan. She stroked the inside of Louella's thigh gently from knee to an inch or so below the fat pubic mound in black acetate bikini panties.
Louella's cheeks flushed at the intimate caress but she made no move to close her thighs or to push the fondling hand away. She looked up into Jessica's gray eyes adoringly, and then quickly averted her gaze, unable to meet the older woman's stony stare.
"What was he like?" Jessica said, sliding her hand right up against the slippery crotch band and holding it there.
"Tell us... " Sharon begged, teasing her by dragging the long, red nail of her forefinger lightly down the back of the blond woman's arm.
Louella shivered and glanced up at Jessica hopefully, as if she were pleading for some kind of reprieve. There was no mercy in those gray eyes. Louella looked down at the female hand, the proprietary hand, so close to cupping her pussy and said in a near-whisper, "He seems to be a very nice boy... "
"Oh, for crying out loud!" Sharon exclaimed. "You know damn well we aren't interested in things like that... "
"Tell us how big his dick was, Louella," Bonnie said, scooting forward on the footstool. "Was it as big as Gary's? What did he do to you? What did he make you do to him?"
"Tell us now," Jessica said.
Louella nodded meekly, took a breath and began, "I'm sure his cock is bigger than Gary's was. I still hurt inside from it. It was even bigger than that black boy's we had in March... "
"Bigger than Rodney's?" Bonnie cried in delight. "God, remember how we used to make him do us in front of a mirror so we could watch all that big black cock going in and out?"
"Are you sure?" Jessica asked Louella.
"Uh-huh," the blond woman answered, her eyes as big as doorknobs. "I was real shocked when I first saw it. I mean it's like this... " She made a ring of thumb and forefinger to give her fellow club members an idea of its girth.
"I bet you couldn't even get it all in your mouth, could you?" Sharon said, giggling.
"Let her tell it," Jessica said.
"... and the color was real bright pink and brand new looking, so velvety soft... " She looked at Jessica. "Like you said your brother's was... "
Jessica's eyes widened a bit.
"... when you first started fucking him," Louella said.
"Real pink all over?" Bonnie asked.
"Well, the head was a little darker than the rest, but still pink and so were his balls. He had real big balls, too."
"So what happened?" said Bonnie.
"Remember how I told you what Jack used to make me do to his cock and balls?"
Sharon groaned. "How could we ever forget it?" she said. "It ranks right up there with the other major traumas of our time... with Jessica making it with her brother and driving him looney, with Bonnie and her dickless hubby, with me and my bottomless cunt, with the kidnapping of Patty Hearst... "
"Sharon!" Jessica said, glaring at the redhead.
"Anyway," Louella continued, "I invited him in for lunch and showed him into the bathroom so he could wash up. He's got some lovely muscles, did I tell you? I was showing him the towel and the soap when he sprang this gigantic hard on... "
"And you had nothing to do with the hard on, I suppose?" Sharon said.
"Well, I was in my negligee... "
"... and nothing else, I'll bet... " Sharon quipped.
"... and I did kind of brush up against him once or twice," Louella admitted. "But when I saw how big he was hung I nearly fainted. I just couldn't take my eyes off of him... or it. I kept thinking about Jack and all and I got real dizzy and then I was telling him about what Jack liked for me to do and he decided that he wanted some of the same... "
"So you gave him the hair treatment, huh?" Bonnie asked.
"Yes, but not before he made me strip and stand there while he played with my tits. He has wonderful hands, very smooth and soft. He sucked my nipples until I thought my knees were going to give way and then he started to go down on me... "
"A high school kid going down on you? Come on!" Sharon said.
"No, not exactly, well... he started to. He put his face right on my bare pussy, his mouth right on the hair, and kissed and licked at my fur until I was dripping wet and ready to climb the walls. I guess I sort of got carried away and... well... "
"Yes, go on," Jessica said.
... well, I put my cunt right on his mouth and mashed it down. He didn't like it at all. He pushed me away."
"A kid that young has to be taught to like to eat pussy," Sharon said authoritatively.
"Then he made me wash him," she said ecstatically. "I undid his pants and his cock sprang out all hard. It came all the way up to his breastbone, I swear. After I had his chest and arms all soapy, his cock started spitting white stuff... not real cum but the stuff that comes out before. I could tell that he was getting more and more excited because my face was pressed against his ribcage and I could hear how his heart was pounding and pounding. When I started washing his cock with my hair, he nearly squirted right in my face... "
"Ooooh!" Bonnie groaned.
"... but he tightened up all his muscles and he stopped himself. His cock was right under my nose and it looked so sweet and smelled so fresh and good that I had to suck it a little. I did get the whole head in my mouth but it hurt my jaws something awful. His cum was delicious. Real thick and salty... thicker than Jack's was even. And then he made me stop blowing him and said he wanted to fuck me quick. He turned me around, pushed my stomach up onto the bathroom counter and shoved his cock up me from behind... "
"How did it feel?" Bonnie asked.
"Like a tree trunk. The head was so big that it took most of my pussy lips and hair and everything right up my cunt with it. But he didn't seem to care. He pressed his belly down on my back and pushed all of his meat right up me. As I was taking it, I watched his face in the mirror, watched his excitement grow as he went deeper and deeper inside of me. Then he sort of went crazy... started fucking me so hard and so fast that it scared me. It felt like he was turning me inside out with that big dick of his. And his balls kept swinging, bumping right into my clit and before I knew it I was cuming and my tits were dragging in the sink and my pussy was squeezing his cock hard. He kind of moaned and threw his arms about my waist, pulling me back onto his cock root, rubbing his pubes right into my asshole, and his hips started bucking real hard. Oooh, I could actually feel him squirting. I mean he had that much cum in him and it shot out in hard, hot spurts. He just kept on cuming and cuming and his stuff poured out of my box and all over my ass and thighs... "
The recounting of Louella's little tale had a decidedly stimulating effect on the women. Jessica was no longer merely resting her hand against Louella's bikini clad mound... she was actually cupping it, grinding the heel of her hand down on the hummock, pressing her fingertips into its suddenly very juicy center. And Sharon had undone her own halter top and pulled out her mammoth, globular tits. While Louella spoke, she tugged at her own nipples, turning large, pink bulls eyes into stiff, inch-long, red stubs. Then the horny redhead proceeded to undo the blond's bikini bra and began nuzzling tits with her, making hard, tender nipples touch, tease over each other, making smooth domes slide together. Bonnie, too, seemed caught up in the general orgiastic mood. She had slipped out of her bikini bottoms and, legs widely spread, was in the midst of rubbing the sparse, light brown fur at the top of her angry little pussy with paired fingertips.
Jessica slipped a finger in under the moist crotch band, dragging the digit over silky hairs, over the hot mound, searching for and finding the slippery gulley and hard little clit.
"Oooooh!" Louella cooed, her hips bucking up from the couch and into the probing finger.
"Go on... go on," Sharon entreated her. "Finish the story."
"Then... then... oooh! Oooh, yes!!" Louella cried, pulling up her legs, making the wriggling finger slide down the slick trough to the entrance to her cunt. "... then... uhhh!... then everything got real squishy what with all that cum dripping out and his cock just flew in and out of me... and it stayed hard, like he hadn't cum at all. He kept his arms tight around my waist and lifted me up off the counter like I was a toy. He held me up right there in front of the mirror... OOOOH!!"
Jessica's finger slipped up her pussy and began to flip in and out, in and out, making the slick juice well out of her snatch, out around the black crotch strap and slip down over the inside of her thighs.
"... Uhh-huhh! Uhh-huhh! Ooh, then... uhh-huh... I put my feet up on the counter and we both watched in the mirror while he fucked me. His dick was all red from the friction and so was my pussy. He kept sliding the whole thing up me... I mean, he pulled it almost all the way out on every backstroke... I could even see the head of it, all swollen and red and shiny before he slid it all back up inside me. All of our sex hair was sopping with juice and come and my cuntlips were so loose that they hung down like a little pink tent. Oooooh! And the way he held me he made his cock sort of slide over my asshole on its way up my cunt... I came again, looking at myself, looking at his face as he looked at his cock going up me, as he looked at my face to see how I was taking the fuck... "
Bonnie's fingers were very busy at her fat little mound. They peeled back the practically hairless red flaps, exposing a slick slot and, at its base, a round, flexing orifice. In a wink, the paired digits dipped into the enraged pussy clear to the knuckle and began flipping about, pulling the entrance to her sex out of shape on the backthrusts, making it pucker and pout away from the silky skin of her fork, the smooth curves of her buttocks. She whimpered softly, eyes almost closed, nostrils dilated, fingers pumping.
Jessica, too, started to make soft noises. Her hand, in under the black bikini bottom, did frantic push ups, making fingers dart in and out of Louella's sloppy wet cunt. The feel of hot, slick tubeflesh about her digits, the feel of viscous juice slipping between them, the scent of aroused pussy, addled the gray-haired woman's pate, made her groan and shudder violently. With her free hand she began to pluck at the single tie that held the bikini panties together.
Sharon, also effected by the powerful odors wafting up from the diddle-action under her nose, gave up rubbing tits with Louella and set about licking and sucking the blond woman's nipples. She nibbled and nursed, all the while squeezing, massaging the resilient, liquid filled globes.
The combined assault on pussy and nipples sent Louella over the brink. She could not speak, could not think, but could only writhe ecstatically as orgasm racked her body. She revelled in the knowledge that she was at the "mercy" of two horny women, that she was a mere plaything for them to vent their sexual energies on. The yielding to two people made her feel as if she were being torn apart, ripped right down the middle; it made her feel horribly wicked, unspeakably naughty, and, therefore, completely wonderful.
Jessica leaned down and pressed her lips to Louella's. The younger woman immediately opened her mouth to receive the hot, juicy thrusts of Jessica's tongue. While their tongues swirled over each other, lips pressed tightly together, while Jessica's fingers teased out Louella's orgasm to the limit, while Sharon nipped the sweet red buds of her breasts, Bonnie slipped from her footstool and proceeded to kiss and lick at Louella's toes.
The Widow Moore felt as if she were being eaten alive. Her joy peaked again before Jessica drew her tongue from the depths of her throat. Louella looked down and saw Bonnie at her right foot, sucking on her big toe, masturbating it like a tiny cock. And then Jessica was removing the twin pair of triangles that made up the string bikini. Louella shivered as her hot pussy, still full of diving fingers, touched the naugahyde.
"Finish the story... " Jessica said hoarsely, fondling first Louella's breast, then Sharon's.
It was very difficult for Louella to concentrate. After-flashes of orgasm kept illuminating her brain pan, obliterating all thought. "Uhh... uhh... UHHH!! she said, sliding her ass over the vinyl cushion, watching Jessica's glistening fingers fly up her swollen pussy, watching Jessica and Sharon tongue kiss over her nipples. "Uhh... uhhh... since I was sort of... uhh... holding myself up on the counter, he let go of my waist with one arm, still holding it with the other... and while he stuffed his cock up me, he started feeling me all over... pinching my nipples read hard, feeling my wet hairs, putting his hand right down on my pussy to feel his cock going in and out. Even I could see what that big root was doing to me... I mean in the mirror. Everytime he shoved it up me, my stomach would push out... from the size of it. Then he took my hand and made me grab hold of the base of his dick. It was so super-sticky from clotted cum and dripping cuntstuff... and so very hard. The tendons felt like they were made of some kind of metal. He stopped moving his hips and told me to do it for him, to finish it for him. I gripped his cock real hard and started moving it in and out of my pussy like a great big dildo. I couldn't help but start moaning and squirming again. It felt so good to give it to him like that. And then he gave out a yelp and bit me on the back of the neck and his cock started jerking in my fist. As soon as I felt that twitching, I knew it was all over. I got so excited that I started cuming again myself. I gave him another quick shove up my cunt, just to make sure he was off and running and then I jerked his cock out of my box. Just in time! As the slippery head cleared my cuntmouth, a big gob of come spat out and landed right on my clit. God! Did I ever start cuming then!! I just held that big cock of his and made it spray cum all over my pussy, my thighs, my belly... "
Bonnie, tired of sucking foot, shifted her attention to the hem of Jessica's caftan. The tiny woman pushed the hem up over Jessica's slim, pale legs, exposing shapely thighs, milk white thighs.
Jessica moaned into Sharon's mouth as she felt moist pebbly tongue on her calves. She lifted her knees up and spread her legs.
Louella, Sharon and Bonnie stared into Jessica's crotch. She wore no panties and her fork was covered with a super lush carpet of salt and pepper hairs. The dense swatch of pubes fanned out in a wide triangle over the well padded hummock of her pudenda. It was twice as striking against her pale skin... sort of grizzled looking, but at the same time very inviting. Her fuzz began just below her deep navel, grew much thicker and longer over the summit of her mound, where it stuck out from her flesh in a big spit curl, and still thicker down over the slightly purplish lips of her sex, lips that were almost hidden by the dense fur. The gray hairs feathered out over her large, round buttocks, ringing the pouting brown hole of her anus.
Bonnie scooted forward, dragging her tongue up the inside of Jessica's thigh. Jessica caught her by the hair and hurried her with a sharp tug, hurried the moment when her lips touched pussy.
"Mmmmm... " Bonnie crooned, showering the hairy cunt with kisses, pressing her lips to the musky purple labia, delighting in their heat, in the sudden copious moisture that escaped from between them. Bonnie's tongue flipped out, lapping at the swelling slit. The flavor of pussy exploded upon her taste buds and she went wild, licking and sucking at the turgid flaps, pushing them aside with the tip of her tongue to get at the juicy trough that lay between them.
"Bitch! Bitch!" Jessica said, raising her knees to her tits, tipping the entrance to her pussy up into Bonnie's swirling tongue. "Get it, Bitch!"
Bonnie mashed her mouth down upon that sloppy hole and slipped her tongue up it. Instantly, Jessica's knees came down, her legs locked about the woman's craning neck, forcing the tongue even deeper up her snatch.
In the smooth sandwich of Jessica's thighs, Bonnie was trapped. Her cheeks puffed in and out as she thrust her tongue into the seething sex tube, and she whimpered balefully as the hot, funky hummock repeatedly bashed into her nose, driving the slippery cunt down around the root of her tongue, milking it with febrile spasms.
Even as Bonnie gobbled her pussy, Jessica withdrew her fingers from Louella's gushing cunt. Gray eyes smouldering with the sex heat, she smeared the unctuous goo that coated her digits over Louella's mouth, nose, cheeks.
Bathed in her own slick effluvium, Louella commenced to shudder violently, licking at the goo-daubing fingers. Then Jessica pressed her lips down on Louella's shining countenance, slurping at the gleaming lips, chin, cheeks, lapping up the funky residue she had painted there.
"Oh, Christ! Christ!" Sharon groaned, frantically fumbling with the zipper on her short-shorts, trying desperately to get out of them and get something up her cunt.
Jessica pulled back from Louella's face and, smiling wickedly, began to kiss her way down the woman's body. When she reached Louella's tummy, she lifted the interfering leg out of the way, hoisting it up over her own back, giving herself perfect access to the gaping pink slit.
"Uhhh!" Louella said as hot lips kissed down her thighs, down over the cheeks of her ass.
Jessica appeared to be heading straight for her pussy, but appearances were deceiving. Just as her mouth was about to close upon that musky drapery, that juicy flesh, it made an abrupt detour.
"YEEEE!!!" Louella screeched, as hot lips swarmed over her anus.
Jessica pressed her mouth directly upon the wrinkled pink hole, whining at the amazing heat, the keen perfume, and began lashing her tongue across the flexing orifice, teasing the tightly clamped hole, the little floral adornment above it.
Sharon ripped at her shorts, finally succeeding in getting them off. She yanked them down around her ankles, and then stood on the couch to do the same to her skimpy panties. Her cunt, a red-bearded, pink fleshed beauty, hung not five inches from Louella's upturned face.
"Ooh, Baby... " Sharon said, kicking off her panties, and rubbing herself lasciviously. She parted her slit and tweaked the tiny pink pearl that lurked in the folds at its apex. "Ooooh! Ooooh, yes!!"
Jessica soon tired of trying to penetrate Louella's super-tight pore and switched her attention to the hot gash above it. Using wild, lapping strokes of her tongue, she caressed the tender flesh, pushing the flaps aside so that she could taste deep of that juicy box.
Almost simultaneously, Louella found herself being tongue-fucked and was given the opportunity to do some tongue-fucking of her own. Sharon swung her cunt right down on Louella's face and the blond woman went to town, grabbing the big smooth buns and hauling that hot cunt, that crisp fringe of red fur onto her tongue.
Under the humping onslaught of the four women the couch began to creak and complain, to actually teeter on its legs. Sharon, perched high atop Louella's head, tried to compensate for the arrhythmic motion of the others by leaning backwards... and, like a veritable house of cards, everything fell to the carpet.
The moaning and groaning, not from pain, but from sex hunger, was spine-chilling. In seconds, the women had reformed their group, only the second time in a manner that was much more satisfactory to all. On the deep pile, white shag carpet, they formed a circle, a lesbian daisy chain. Bonnie sucked mightily upon the convulsing entrance to Jessica's pussy, her nose snuggled right into the older woman's asshole; Jessica furiously tongued Louella's cunt, snorting and snuffling, likewise into her anus; Louella traced crazy circles about the seething maw of Sharon's twat, occasionally sending a darting thrust deep in her tube or swirling over the funky ring of her butthole; Sharon was engrossed in some earnest pussy eating of her own: she had her lips locked down upon Bonnie's tight little, slit and was pumping rhythmically with her neck, driving her tongue in and out of the spasming cunt.
For fifteen minutes, the women remained in the same general, circular configuration, pausing occasionally to switch partners, to sample the joys of a different vagina, of a different rectum. During the entire period, there was no time when at least one of the women wasn't having an orgasm. The shrieking was unending, as was the babble of sloppy, sucking sounds, the sounds of cunts sputtering, of tongues diving, of lips smacking against slippery flesh.
Then, one by one, the exhausted club members ceased their labors of love and the circle fell apart. Jessica rolled to her back, her legs spread wide, her cummy pussy all peeled back and glistening amid the damp fur. Bonnie snuggled up against the larger woman's side, her own little pussy just as distended, just as dewy.
"The new boy sounds too good to be true," Bonnie sighed, throwing her leg up over Jessica's thigh and rubbing it up and down sensuously. "I wish it was my turn to have him next," she said wistfully.
Jessica put her hand down on the woman's open pussy and gave it a tender squeeze. "You'll get your turn, Bonnie," she said, "... after me...
CHAPTER THREE
The night before Vince was to come and trim her hedges Jessica Wainright got little sleep... and what sleep she did get was tainted by dreams, erotic dreams, of Robert, her younger brother. Over and over she kept re-living the fateful afternoon when it all started, when she made the sexual advance that put them both on the road to ruin.
She was fifteen at the time and he was only ten. It'd been raining steadily for a week, as it often does in Oregon even in the summertime, and both of them were terribly bored. They were sitting on the screened-in porch, mulling over an interminable checker game, while outside it was gloomy and moist, perfect weather for snails or ducks, and everything was so green that it almost hurt to look. Jessica was dressed in a long pleated skirt and a short sleeved blouse and Robert was wearing seersucker shorts and a t-shirt. He was a bright, tow-headed kid with a frightfully curious nature and, to his eternal misfortune, he trusted his older sister implicitly.
"I saw Mom and Dad doing something funny," Robert said, playing with a captured king while Jessica pondered her next move.
"Really?" she said, not even pretending to be interested.
"Uh-huh. Last night. I had to go to the bathroom and the door to their room was open a crack. As I walked by I heard this funny noise... "
Jessica stopped staring at the dripping awning and looked at her brother. "Like what?" she said.
Realizing that he had the limelight, Robert narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice in an attempt to make his tale more dramatic. "Like squeaking and funny breathing," he said.
"Funny, how?"
"Like... 'heh-heh... heh-heh... hehhhh.' So I peeked in... "
"You snooped on Mom and Dad?!" Jessica said aghast. "Why, I'm going to tell Mom... right now!!"
Robert caught her wrist. "Don't you want to know what I saw first?" he asked.
Jessica made a face and sat back down. "Your telling me isn't going to keep me from telling Mom," she said.
Robert grinned at her, showing her the gap where his right front tooth should have been.
"Sure, sure," he said. "But you aren't going to believe it when I tell you... "
"Try me."
"... Well, I peeked in the door and Mom and Dad were sitting on the bed and the lamp on the nightstand was on."
"So?"
"So, well, I guess I didn't tell it right. Dad was sitting up on the bed with his feet on the floor and Mom was kind of laying on the bed, across his lap... "
"If you're just stalling so I won't tell... " she threatened.
"No, honest... the funny part comes now. Dad didn't have any pajama bottoms on, just the tops, and Mom didn't have anything on at all. She had ahold of his peter... "
"No!"
"Uh-huh, and it was real big, like it was all swollen or something. And Mom was making it slide through her hand and Dad was making the funny breathing noises and kind of squirming on the bed making it creak."
"What else?" Jessica asked, suddenly very interested in Robert's story.
"Well, and this is the truth, cross my heart, I saw Mom take the head of it in her mouth and kind of suck on it... "
"What did Dad do?"
"He started groaning and squirming more. And then he put his hand on her head and pushed down and more of his peter went in her mouth. I thought it would choke her, but she seemed to like it. Her lips went down and she got almost all of it inside her... "
"Then what?" Jessica asked, a strange excitement coursing through her.
"Then... and this is even funnier than all the rest... Dad closed his eyes and his hips started kind of rolling, making his peter go in and out of Mom's mouth real fast, and she started coughing and choking something awful. I thought he might've peed or something, but all of a sudden all this white gunk started slipping out of Mom's lips and running out her nose... "
"No!" Jessica protested, the excitement localizing right between her legs. She swished her thighs together trying to make the feeling go away, but the movement only made it worse.
"Yes! It was coming out of his peter. I know because Mom let the head slip out of her mouth and I saw some of it spurt out and hit her on the face. Honest!"
Jessica shivered, not from the cool, moist air around her, but from the odd, glowing warmth that spread out from her fork. She knew that men and women did certain things together in the privacy of their bedrooms, things that made babies... her Mom had told her as much, but had refused to further elucidate, telling her that she would be told all about marital matters when she needed to know... right before her wedding night.
"And then, Mom started eating the white stuff... licking it up off his peter... and she was groaning, too, like it tasted real good... or real bad... and she didn't stop until she'd gotten up every last drop... "
Jessica closed her eyes. She felt terribly feverish, dizzy. She felt on the verge of some bottomless pit.
"What do you think? Huh?" Robert chirped. "Do you still want to tell Mom on me?"
Jessica shook her head. "Come here, Robert... ". she said, her voice strained, husky.
"Are you all right?" he asked, rounding the table. "I didn't mean to scare you... "
Jessica put her arm about his small waist as he stood by the arm of her chair. She hugged him to her, pressing her face into his belly. It was very warm. Even as she did it, Jessica knew that it was terribly, terribly wrong.
"Hey! That tickles!" Robert said, squirming.
Her hand closed upon the firm little bump in the front of his shorts. She palpitated it gently in her palm.
"What are you doing, Jesse?" he said. "Why are you doing that?"
Jessica released his pre-pubescent gonads and tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of his shorts. "I want to see what it's like... " she said softly, putting her lips to his silky tummy.
"Oooh! You mean you want to do what Mom did to Dad... you want to do that to me?"
"Does this feel good?" she said, putting her mouth down on the bump in his shorts and breathing, blowing hot air onto his limp parts.
"Ooooh!! Yes!!" he croaked, pushing his groin into her mouth. "Something funny is happening to me... "
Jessica could feel it against her lips. Something was growing in his crotch; something hot and hard. "Let's see... " she said, taking hold of his shorts and pulling them down to his mid-thigh. In his white underwear was a stiff member. It pushed at his briefs like a tentpole.
"Ooh, it kind of aches," said Robert.
Jessica peeled down the underwear and Robert's hard little cock flipped out. It was only about four inches long and it wasn't very big around, but it was the first erect penis she had ever seen and therefore it was most beautiful to her.
"It's so pink. I want to touch it. Let me touch it, Robert," she said.
Robert was all for her touching it and told her so.
She grabbed the hot little sausage in her fist, shuddering at how wonderful it felt in her hand, how smooth, how hard. "Is this what Mom did?" she asked, pumping on his cock, making the velvety head pop back and forth out of her fist.
Robert sucked in air in rapid little gulps and his knees sagged.
Jessica's mouth filled with an alarming amount of hot slobber as she contemplated what she was about to do. "I want to kiss it, Robert," she said, leaning forward, putting her lips onto the blazing bulb. It tasted fresh and sweet and yet tangy, too. Without asking his permission, she began kissing the hairless pecker all over, over arching shaft, over the pebbly gooseflesh of his pink balls.
"Ooh, Sis! Sis!" he cried, putting his hands on her head, as he had seen his father do. "Go on, put it in your mouth... "
Jessica let the soft knob push between her lips, felt the smoothness with her tongue, her cheeks. It was at that instant that she had her first orgasm. All of a sudden the heat in her pussy blossomed and the bottom dropped out of the world. She thrust the rigid meat all the way down her throat, taking every inch of it, clear to the base where downy, golden fuzz tickled her nose, her lips.
Robert started flipping his hips, making his cock dart in and out of her mouth, all the while pushing down on the back of her head, making her take it all on every thrust.
Jessica prayed that it would never end, that the joy between her legs would go on forever, that the hard dick in her mouth would keep on pumping and pumping, bumping into the back of her throat, sliding over her tongue, her lips, filling her mouth with the sweet-tangy taste of penis.
Then Robert jerked as if he'd been struck by lightning and his small boy's hips went into triple time. He whimpered as he had his first orgasm, whimpered but gamely kept right on flipping his cock to his sister's hungry mouth.
Jessica awaited the promised sticky tide, the fabled deluge of "white gunk," but there was none forthcoming. Nothing at all spewed forth from the head of Robert's cock even though he was obviously at the point when it should've.
It was another three years before Jessica had her first taste of sperm from Robert's cock... by that time his cock was much longer and thicker and it had a crisp nest of brown hairs above it... by that time their lovemaking had become a long established habit and she not only performed orally on him but also allowed him to mount her, to insert his hard boy's penis into her pussy and fuck her until he was completely drained, until she had come countless times.
But once Robert learned that the delicious things they did together were horribly wrong and something to be ashamed of, he began to feel terrible guilt... much more guilt than his sister. He tried to break the relationship off for the first time when he was only fourteen, but found that he just could not stay away from her. Everything all came crashing down when Robert turned seventeen. Racked by guilt, by the inability to end the incestuous affair, by constant fear of discovery, he tried to commit suicide. Even though the attempt was unsuccessful, his behavior after the incident was so bizarre that the family had no choice but to commit him to an asylum.
Jessica sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She hoped that she'd made the right choice in clothes for Vince's seduction. It certainly showed off enough skin. It was a white, backless halter top that was a trifle too translucent for street wear; her dark reddish brown nipples were very obvious in the snug cups. They did push her breasts up nicely, though. Not that she needed too much help, but still, time had taken its toll... her tits did droop just a bit at the tips and instead of pointing saucily up, they pointed drowsily down. Her tummy was still smooth and flat, except where it dipped into the front of her white, pleated shorts... there it had a decidedly womanly swell to it, a swell punctuated by her deep navel.
To check out the effectiveness of the shorts, Jessica took a seat on the edge of the bed in front of the mirror. Casually, she lifted up her leg until she could rest her chin on her knee. The legs of the shorts were quite loose fitting; in fact, they flared away from her thighs. Jessica smiled at what she could see inside the gaping leg hole: a thick thatch of iron gray hair, her pussy hair, and, as she moved a bit, she could also see the tight lipped slit itself, waiting, beckoning for a young man's cock to split it.
When the doorbell rang, Jessica jumped; her heart leapt up into her throat. She always was excited over a new boy, but not that excited. She told herself to calm down, to relax... and could not. What Louella had said about his cock being so pink, so fresh... like Robert's... kept playing over and over in her mind like a scratched record.
She opened the front door and looked up at Vince. She hadn't fully realized how tall a boy he was. "Hello, Vince," she said, smiling.
Vince smiled back, his eyes darting down over her exposed, silky cleavage, over the shadows of her nipples in the flimsy cups, over the darker shadow that fanned out over the fork of her white shorts. His eyes travelled back up her body slowly and then he said, "Hi, Mrs. Wainright."
"It's Ms. Wainright, Vince," she said, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. She liked the way he sized her up, liked it very much indeed. Perhaps he was not so naive after all? Perhaps he was already thinking about the possibility of getting his hands on her ripe body?
When she said nothing for a second, trying to gather her wits about her, Vince shot another quick look at her tits, shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, call her attention to the masculine bulge that lurked there, and said, "Mrs. Moore said you had some work for me?"
A shiver rippled up Jessica's spine. She was positive that he knew what the score was. That look in his eye, the tone of his voice. She had planned on waiting until after he'd started work to begin the seduction, but now she felt that there was no need to wait, to build him up.
"I suppose you'll be wanting to get right to work?" she asked.
"That's what I came here for... " he said, smiling.
"The hedge is in the backyard... the one I want you to trim for me... "
Vince started to turn, to go around the house. "No... come this way," she said, "through the house. It's faster. I'll show you... "
Jessica led him into her living room, past the carefully arranged props... a pair of very skimpy panties flung on the couch, a fresh drink sitting on the coffee table, even though it was barely 8 a.m., and the door to her bedroom wide open, showing the huge, circular bed, the fur throw pillows, the mirror on the ceiling.
"Wow!" Vince said behind her.
When she turned, he stood staring at the doorway to her bedroom, gawking at the round bed.
"You like it?" she said, all her juices beginning to flow.
"I've never seen one like that before," he said.
"Come on, I'll show it to you," she said, taking him by the arm. Louella had been right about Vince's "lovely muscles." Jessica hoped she was right about his cock, too. She kept her hand on his hard bicep as she pointed out the bed's salient features.
"This switch turns on the 'Magic Massage' vibration unit," she told him. "Go ahead, sit down and I'll turn it on for you... "
Vince sat down carefully on the furthermost edge of the bed, placing his hands on his knees. Jessica hit the switch and the bed and Vince commenced to jiggle. He smiled in an obviously pained manner.
"No, no," she said, looking at the uncomfortable boy, "you've got to lay back to get the full effect of it... " She put her hands on his broad shoulders and pushed him back onto the palpitating bed, following through by literally climbing into his open... and very surprised... arms.
"Huh?!" Vince said as he felt her breasts mash against his chest, her hot pubis grind against his crotch, as he felt the warm, perfumed weight of her body come down on him.
Jessica pressed her body onto his, revelling in the almost instantaneous lurch of his cock as it felt her plump pudenda upon it.
"You want me. I can tell," she whispered, her mouth inches from his, her eyes locked on his. "You want me as much as I want you... " Her hand slipped in between them, slipped over the great bulge in the crotch of his jeans. "See?"
"Oh, wow!" he croaked, going rigid as the woman began groping his cock and balls expertly. His boot heels flailed on the deep pile carpet. "Wow! Hey! Stop it!" he cried, turning, rolling Jessica over on her back and himself on top of her. Immediately, the woman spread her thighs as far apart as they'd go and for a heart-stopping moment he lay right in the saddle, his cock separated from her blazing hot hummock by a quarter inch of fabric.
Her hands slipped up to grip his buttocks, to pull his groin tight against hers.
"No! Wait!" he groaned, pushing off her and rolling away. He blushed clear to his ears and there was anger in his voice when he spoke: "I don't know what the heck you think you're doing, Ms. Wainright... really, I don't... "
She smirked at him. "Come on, Vince, don't give me that," she said. "You know exactly what I'm doing... and from the size of the hard on you're sporting, you've got some ideas on the subject, too... "
Vince looked down at himself, at the tent pitched in the front of his pants and blushed a shade deeper red.
"... You and I could have a lot of fun today," she told him, reaching back and untying the halter. She peeled the garment off her breasts and thrust them at him, soft, milk-white mounds capped with hard, red stubs.
Instead of him falling all over them with hungry mouth, sucking lips and greedy fingers as she'd hoped, the boy drew even further away from her and stared at the proffered, naked tits with shock... and to Jessica's dismay, considerable disgust.
It suddenly dawned on her that perhaps the boy was more stupid than she'd thought, so stupid, in fact, that he didn't anticipate a repeat performance of the "work" he'd done for Louella Moore. He was so ignorant that he figured it was some kind of isolated, freak occurrence, unconnected with the group, with his "job."
Regardless, it was far too late for Jessica to turn back. She'd already made her play and she had to follow through. Not only was she far too sexually aroused to back out, but it was plain to her that if she did not capitalize on her position then and there, she'd probably never have another chance. The thought of actually failing to seduce him and having to admit that failure to the rest of the group was tantamount to an admission of unattractiveness, of her advancing age and it filled her with full blown panic and made her even more overtly aggressive.
"Don't you like tits?" she asked him, cupping hers in her hands and squashing them up against her chest until they appeared as two succulent full moons. "I thought all men liked tits... "
"Please, Ms. Wainright, I'd... " Vince began.
"... Or are you a pussy man?" she said. "I bet that's it. That's what you like to see, isn't it?" Without waiting for the young man to respond, she stripped out of the white shorts and stood completely naked in front of him.
"I... uhh... " Vince stammered, unable to keep from looking at her fat, hairy mound.
And Jessica didn't make it easy for him to miss it. She put her foot up on the bed beside him and spread her thighs wide apart, showing him every square inch of her sex. She watched with satisfaction as the boy gawked at her cunt, at the wild mane of gray hair, at the dark lips of her sex.
"You do like it, don't you?" she said, running her finger tips over the tight slit, tugging at the salt and pepper curls. The she put her forefinger on one side of the slit and her middle finger on the other and pressed down, while at the same time spreading her fingers... opening up the gash for his inspection. She showed him the dark red pearl of her clit, the slick pair of inner lips, the heavy flaps fringed with fur, and the glistening entrance to her twat.
"Go on, kiss it if you'd like," she said, scooting forward, tipping her mound towards his face. "It's yours... "
Vince seemed to get hold of himself for a second. "No way!" he said, starting to move off the bed.
"Don't you dare move an inch!" Jessica said, pushing him back into a sitting position in front of her. "If you know what's good for you, you'll do everything I say... "
"Look, lady," Vince said miserably, "you hired me to do gardening... to cut your hedge or whatever. I want to do the gardening or I want to go home. You can't make me stay here. This is stupid... "
"You're going to fuck me," Jessica told him, sitting right down on the long bench of his thigh. Her bare pussy mashed into his leg and he could feel the heat of it through his jeans. Then she began moving her hips forward and back, dragging her swelling, juicing cunt over his thigh, leaving behind a snail's trail of unctuous goo.
Vince couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that it was happening to him: a naked and very horny woman was masturbating herself on his leg. Her stuff saturated his pants and the scent of musk was overpowering. He wanted very much to flee, and yet he also wanted to stick around just a little bit longer to see what was going to happen next.
"Mmmm, you're getting me awfully hot, Vince," she said, ceasing her forward-back movement and raising herself up off his leg. "See?" She showed him the angry flaps of her pussy, all pasted back with copious lubricant, the hairs so wet that they looked black and sparse. Her buttocks were also slick with dew.
"I don't want to fuck you," Vince said.
Jessica put her hand down on the lump in his crotch. She massaged his turgid meat with a sure hand. "Not much you don't," she said, grinning, taking hold of his zipper.
"I won't fuck you," Vince said.
Jessica laughed when his cock flipped up out of his fly. And then she stopped laughing. It was truly as Louella had said. His cock was tremendous. A perfectly sculpted work... so rigid, arching, so insolently proud. And the color was soft pink, tea rose pink; the same color that Robert's cock had been that rainy afternoon. She stared at that broad, blind face, that bulbous, clefted head and she knew that she was shackled to it; she knew that she was slave and it was master.
"Ooh, Lover!" she moaned, bending down and popping the knob into her mouth.
Vince shuddered as the delicious, moist heat engulfed his cock, as the pebbly tip of her tongue lashed about wildly at his nerve bundle, swirling over the slot in his dickhead. She knew exactly what to do to a man's cock, exactly how hard to suck, how quickly to bob her head, how far down the thick shaft to drive her lips. Vince writhed under the onslaught, but made no move to push her lips from his penis, to remove her fist from the base of his shaft.
Jessica was in heaven. She gobbled his fragrant meat, delighting in the way it filled her mouth, forced her jaws apart to the point of pain, stretched her cheeks. She crammed the head in past the rim and proceeded to suck, popping her lips back and forth over the knob, over the flaring crown of flesh. She could sense his excitement, feel it right through the tightly stretched skin of his cock, feel the pounding of his pulse upon her lips. From all the times she had sucked Robert to the point of orgasm and beyond, she knew that she already had Vince precariously close to coming.
"Mmmmm," she said, letting the slobbery bulb pop from her lips, while continuing to pump its shaft with her fist. "You like that a lot, don't you?"
Vince, torn between the urge to spurt and the urge to express his own personal dignity, said nothing, but jerked his head to the side, averting his eyes from hers.
"I like it, too," she said huskily, opening her mouth wide and stuffing his cock down her throat, hand over fist, until her lips touched her fingers which were wrapped about the thick base. Then she relinquished him again. "You're going to do me now," she told him, swinging her leg over his lap, straddling him, hunkering over the juicy, pulsing knob.
Vince looked down and saw her take his cock in hand, bending it down, fitting the head to her pouting lips, to the slippery opening of her cunt.
"Ooh, uh-hah!" she crooned, rubbing the hot snout into her folds, preparing to drop her entire weight down on the point, to drive his cock up her pussy in one fell swoop.
"NOOO!!!" Vince cried, lurching up from the bed, knocking the startled Jessica off his lap, off his cock and onto her ass on the rug. He towered over her, his cock thumping hard against his chest. "No way!!" he said.
"Oooh, come on. Come on, Lover, don't make me wait. Don't make me beg you for it... " she whined.
Vince glared at her, at her hands which feverishly rubbed his thighs and fluttered about his uptight scrotum.
"I want your cock inside me... Now! Come on and do it! Please!!"
Vince spoke clearly and distinctly, and his words cut into her like a whip: "Lady, you couldn't pay me enough money to make me do that to you. Can't you understand that? I don't want to screw you. If you want to finish blowing me, go ahead... but I'm not going to ball you... "
Jessica flinched. She understood. Every bit of it. And she hated Vince more than she'd ever hated any man. It was like the old saying about "Hell hath no fury... " She could've gladly murdered him then and there... but for the fact that she hated herself even more than she hated him. Hated herself for her weakness, for the thing that she was about to gladly do, the thing she had to do.
Rising to her knees, Jessica Wainright took hold of Vince's cock and drew it down to her lips. The sweet taste of his pre-cum, the tang of his youthful male musk was ashes in her mouth. She made a round "O" of her lips and pushed the hard meat straight down her gullet, not pausing until her lips touched the hair on his balls. She held him still like that, deep in her throat and reached around to grip his buttocks in both hands.
Moaning at the terrible pressure of his cock on the walls of her throat and at the terrible pleasure she felt, Jessica pulled his cheeks towards her, making his cock slip in, then out of her throat a little bit.
"Wow... " Vince muttered, realizing that she did indeed want him to fuck her throat, to screw it like he would have screwed her pussy.
She kneaded his buns, forcing his cock to take longer and longer strokes, until finally his ass and cock started moving of their own accord.
Vince put his hand flat on top of her head and slid his meat to her, watching the slobber drenched base bump against the tightly stretched ring of her lips, watching the bulb, so red from friction of lips and teeth and throat, appear and disappear, appear and disappear. And then he was beyond the spectator stage. He hunkered over her face and flipped his ass hard, whipping his cock to the back of her throat again and again.
The instant Jessica tasted salty brew, her pussy went into orgasm. She was certain that he was going to come, to come right in her mouth.
But Vince denied her even that simple joy. Holding her head firmly between his hands, he ripped his spurting tool from her throat and held it aimed an inch from her face.
"God! Noooo!" Jessica wailed as the blind, enraged face spat white tendrils into her open mouth, onto her tongue, over her lips, nose, cheeks, chin, eyes. Wave after wave of sperm splattered over her captive face, garlanding it in pale, sticky streamers.
Vince had made himself an enemy.
CHAPTER FOUR
As Vince walked up the winding, red brick steps to Bonnie Freeman's Tudor style home, he felt considerable anxiety. What kind of crazy deal had that asshole Warburton gotten him into anyway? For his two dollars and fifty cents an hour, he had done little or no yard work... and for the "work" he had done, he felt miserably underpaid.
He hadn't minded the session with Louella Moore so much, but the job he'd done for Jessica Wainright, or, more correctly, the job he'd let her do on him, troubled him a good deal. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy being sucked off, or that she hadn't done an excellent piece of work on him, but, in her clutches he felt exactly like some poor young bull in an animal husbandry experiment, being milked for his sperm by a technician in a white lab coat. Also, he didn't like the idea of being expected to want to ball every old bag in the Ridgecrest Hills, not that Jessica was all that bad looking... her naked body had put some bone in his cock mighty quick... but still, he couldn't stand her attitude; her vibes were sick, sick, sick.
He rang Bonnie Freeman's bell and waited. And then he rang it again.
A female voice from around the far side of the house called to him: "Come around to the back gate, please... "
Vince walked down the brick path on the shady side of the house. There was moss all over the bricks and it was very cool. As he rounded a corner, he got a view of the tall redwood gate that led into the back yard and a very tiny woman standing against it. A very tiny woman in a black string bikini. Vince instantly stifled his attack of after-the-fact scruples... Bonnie Freeman was a stone fox.
For one thing, she looked like she wasn't much older than he was, like she was a high school senior as opposed to his being a junior. Everything about her was super-tasty. Her small body was very tan and it gleamed from a recent application of suntan oil. Her tits were very firm and high; not huge, but perfect little handfuls. Her waist was slender and her hips jutted out from it at an acute angle that was quickly rounded into a smooth curve. The bikini bottom just barely managed to cover the fat, sexy little mound between her thighs. Her legs were long and slim in comparison to the rest of her. Her face was not beautiful, but "cute": small, upturned nose, small round chin, big brown eyes, dimpled cheeks, plump lips. Her light brown hair was cut in a short afro.
"Good morning," Vince said, grinning broadly as he stepped up to her. This was one "job" he wasn't going to mind doing at all.
"Hi, I'm Bonnie," she said. "You must be Vince. Have I ever got some work for you. honey. Right this way... "
Vince followed her into the back yard, his eyes glued to the seat of her bikini panties, watching the incredibly firm buttcheeks, round and small like a teenage girl's, grind against each other as she walked. The bottom of one, smooth and supple, would peep out of the triangle of black as she took a step... then the other one would do the same. Vince fought a powerful urge to put his hand on those teasing cheeks.
The prime attraction of the back yard was a huge, kidney shaped swimming pool. On the far side of it was a low retaining wall and on the slope above the wall was a mass of weed-choked juniper bushes.
"Do you think you could get the weeds out of there and then trim the bushes a bit?" she asked him.
"Sure," he said, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. Of all the times for "work" to turn out to actually be work.
She showed him where she kept the gardening tools and then returned to poolside, to stretch out, cat-like, on a lounge chair in the sun.
Vince began doing the wretched stoop labor, bending down and ripping out clumps of weeds and cramming them into a large plastic bag. Just like he was picking cotton. At least he had some better scenery than the ordinary slave. He worked his way across the hillside, parallel to the pool, and every so often he would straighten up, to stretch his back, and take a quick peek at his boss.
Bonnie lay on her back on the lawn chair with big, lollipop shaped sunglasses shielding her eyes. Her arms were thrown up over her head, exposing her shaven armpits, and smooth, silky curves. The raising of her arms made her breasts flatten out on her chest and sort of squeeze together, emphasizing the sweet cleavage that divided them. She kept her knees and heels slightly apart and Vince could see how the black triangle snuggled up to her mound and her ass, conforming to the saucy, sexy curves.
After about fifteen minutes of work, Vince got so hot that he had to remove his t-shirt. He twisted his torso about, flexing, showing off his muscles, but if Bonnie was paying him any attention, it was hidden behind the sunglasses. He began to have serious doubts about the outcome of the day's endeavor.
Vince decided, as the sweat on his arms mixed with the astringent oil of the juniper branches and caused him to break out into a fit of itching, that when it came right down to it, he sort of liked the idea of being paid to make love to older women... he liked it better than getting paid to pull weeds. It appealed to his "professional athlete" style, his machismo, his narcissism. It also was a hell of a lot easier way of getting laid than trying to seduce the girls his own age. These older broads didn't mess around with stupid games beforehand. But he-couldn't really figure Bonnie Freeman out. She didn't seem to fit into the horny bitch pattern of either Louella Moore or Jessica Wainright. He began to wonder if she was ever going to come on to him, or if she expected him to come on to her. t "Oh, Vince... " Bonnie called to him.
He looked up from his work to see her sitting up in the chair. She'd tipped her sunglasses way down her button nose and was smiling at him.
"... you look awfully hot," she said. "If you'd like to take a quick swim to cool off... "
"I didn't bring any trunks, Miss Freeman," he said.
"There's a pair in the cabana. Help yourself... "
Vince gladly put down his plastic bag, doffed his work gloves and headed for the bath house. "Gee, thanks a lot... " he said as he walked past her.
"That's quite all right, Vince," she said,"... I think the trunks will fit you just fine... "
The only pair of swimming trunks Vince found in the cabana were of the variety known around the high school as "tourist tidies." They were skimpy, stretchy bikini style, OK on some beach on the Italian Riviera; but in California they spelled "faggot" with a capital "F." It was either put on the despicable trunks or forego the pleasure of a swim, so Vince stripped and climbed into them. He could not help but groan as he saw himself in the mirror. The trunks were not made for a man with as much penile heft as he. His cock and balls stuck out lewdly against the acetate fabric and no matter how he tucked them, they were blatant. He shuddered to think about what they'd be like once they were wet.
He exited the cabana with his jeans and shoes held over his bikini clad parts. Not that he had to worry about her looking at him. She was already back in a supine position, sunglasses in place.
"Do they fit?" she asked, moving only her lips.
"Uhh, I guess so," he said, putting down his clothes and stepping into the pool as quickly as possible. The water was cool all right, so cool that it made him shiver, but it did mask his indecent exposure. He dove under water and swam the length of the pool that way in a lazy crawl.
He surfaced by the diving board and wiped the water from his eyes, hanging on to the splash gutter with one hand.
"How's the water?" Bonnie asked, sitting up and stretching.
"Fine... just fine," he said, watching her smooth tummy, her svelte ribcage. His cock jerked inside the tight trunks; he felt the tell-tale tension in his balls: he was about to spring a boner. He showed off from the wall with his legs and started swimming laps until the tension in his groin went away. When he had suitably exhausted himself, he stopped and took a seat on the pool ladder in front of Bonnie's lounge chair.
"How are you doing?" she asked. "Getting tired yet?"
Vince looked over his shoulder at her... and nearly swallowed his tongue. While he had been doing his laps, she had been removing her string bikini top, and now she lay on her back as before, except that the only thing keeping her tits from his scrutiny was her hands. Actually, most of her tan mounds were visible to him, while her fingertips discreetly hid her nipples from his view... or at least that was what they were supposed to be doing. Between her brown middle and forefingers, there was a definite band of pale pink. Vince stared so hard that he gave himself a headache. And when she moved!! Her luscious boobs jiggled and swayed like jello on a plate. Vince's cock skipped the tension stage and sprang into a full blown hard on, pushing the ridiculously small trunks way out of shape before snaking out the right leg hole. His meat was hot, stiff and ready against his thigh.
"Are you thirsty?" Bonnie asked, sitting up, cupping her breasts in her hands. "Come on out of the water and I'll get you something to drink... "
Vince saw a rose pink bud between the fingers of her left hand. "No, that's ok... " he croaked. "I'm fine... "
"Are you sure?"
"Yep, I'm sure... "
"Well, in that case... " Bonnie said, turning over onto her stomach on the chaise lounge, "... would you put some more suntan oil on my back, please... " Just before she flopped her belly down on the chair, she let go of her tits.
Vince's cock thumped violently against his thigh. He got a clear look at her unencumbered breasts in the instant before they touched the chair. They were perfect, conical beauties, tipped by dainty confections of pale pink.
"Vince?" she said.
"Oh... uhhh... let me swim one more lap first, ok?" he asked, shoving off from the ladder and sprinting across the pool for all he was worth. Much to his dismay, the violent exertion didn't make his boner go down.
"Will you do me now?" she repeated, turning her face away from him.
Vince stuffed his cock back into the trunks, stuffed it across his lower stomach. The engorged head stuck out beyond the line of his hips like some kind of growth and the swollen shaft was very, very obvious. He got out of the water and hurried over to the chair where Bonnie lay. She kept her head turned away and he managed to take a seat on the edge of the lounge without being embarrassed.
"The oil is... oh, I can't reach it," Bonnie said, groping about under the chair... and in so doing, showing him in the curve of her right armpit, the sweet dome of her breast.
"Hey, I'll get it," he said, feeling more than a tad giddy. Things were definitely looking up: there he sat with a great hulking hard on in his shorts and a foxy, half-nude woman by his side. Her back was exquisite, too. The skin was satiny smooth and the bones of her ribcage and spine sleek under it.
As he poured the warm oil into his palm and contemplated smearing the slippery stuff over her body, the tip of his cock started to tingle terribly and he was suddenly afraid that his body was really going to betray him... that his cock was going to start shooting come left and right. Small talk! He had to make some small talk.
"You sure have a nice house here, Miss Freeman," he said, putting his hands on her back. His cock lurched against the crotch of his trunks, trying to flip up and out into the air.
"Thanks, Vince. But it's Ms. Freeman... " she said.
"Like Jessica Wainright, huh?" he said, carefully spreading the oil between her shoulder blades.
"Do it harder. Oooh! That's it. That feels fantastic!" she said, wriggling her shoulders sensuously.
For a crazy instant, Vince wondered if those pert pink nipples of hers were poking out the bottom of the chair, peeping through the plastic meshwork.
"... No, not like Jessica, honey," she said. "She's never ever been married. I'm a divorcee... "
"Oh, I'm sorry... " Vince said, swallowing the thick drool that filled his mouth as he worked his fingertips down over the small of her back, into the hollow at the base of her spine. He wanted so much to keep on going, to reach into the skimpy black bikini bottom and scoop out her sassy buttcheeks, to smear them with oil and massage them greedily.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, honey," she said, giggling. "How do you think I got this house for my very own?"
"I... uhh," he stammered, staring at the fine, golden hairs that adorned the top of her ass crack.
"In the settlement, silly," she answered for him. "My ex-husband wasn't much of a lover, but he sure knew how to make money hand over fist. He's a realtor. His idea of a good time was unloading a sub-standard condominium on a group of retired grocery checkers. That's how he liked to fuck... in the ass, in the mind, and most of all, in the pocketbook."
"Oh... " Vince said.
"Hey, honey, I don't mean to offend you with the foul language, but the truth is the truth, right?"
"Sure... "
"And the truth was that Walter couldn't fuck his way out of a paper bag," she said, chuckling. "The only time he could ever get it up was right after he'd closed some big shady deal. And then it was wham-bam and he was rolled off me and snoring before I could even begin to think about Robert Redford."
"That's a shame," he said, uncertain if that was an appropriate response.
"Oh, aren't I terrible!" Bonnie said, pushing up off the chair and looking at him over her oiled shoulder. Because he was sitting on the opposite side of the chair with his legs pointed out, she couldn't see how the rubdown had affected him. "Here I go talking a mile a minute about Walter and me, just like I was at the group meeting... "
"You rap about your problems there?"
"We sure do, among other things," she said, smiling. "It really helps to get some things off your chest... "
Vince caught a glimpse of free swinging tit and winced.
"... the trouble is, sometimes you don't know when to stop. I mean, here I go prattling on to you about our sex life, as if you'd be the least bit interested... "
"I don't mind listening," Vince said, sliding his hands up her silky sides. His palms ached with longing. He wanted to slide them around her chest, to capture those supple tits, to squeeze them.
"That's very sweet of you, Vince," she said. "Now why don't you do my stomach... "
With that, the tiny woman turned over, again shielding her nipples from his gaze with her fingers.
Vince looked at the woman's upturned face. Through the sunglasses he could see that her eyes were closed. Her face was impassive, lips slightly pouting, glistening with some kind of sunscreen balm. His eyes traveled down her neck to the succulent mounds of her tits, to the flatness of her tummy, to the fat pudenda not a foot from his well-lubricated fingers. The fever rose in his face and his penis flexed ominously. He knew he was going to blow it. He could feel the pressure of thwarted libidinal urges backing up, building to the danger point. He poured more oil into his palm and then put his hand flat on her stomach, just over her navel. Using slow, sweeping strokes, he spread the oil in an ever widening circle over her tummy.
"Mmmmm," she said, smiling. "That's wonderful, Vince. You have very talented fingers... "
As his talented fingers brushed closer and closer to the waist band of her panties, closer to ,the bottom of her tits, Bonnie let her leg slip off the edge of the chair, causing her fork to open up wide.
Vince bit his lower lip as he looked right into her sex. Down between her legs, where the crotch band narrowed directly over her pussy, he could see a fringe of soft, brown fuzz and skin of a slightly darker hue, skin that had a strange, satiny patina to it. He poured more oil onto his hand and rubbed it on... it was no longer possible to rub more oil in... her stomach from the base of her tits to her pubis were supersaturated with lubricant, gleaming in the sun.
"Oooooh... " she said, softly, and her fingers came apart just a bit.
Vince saw, against the webs of her middle and forefingers, the hard stubs of her nipples. She was giving him a peek! Unable to further restrain himself, Vince moved his hand up over her ribcage, pushing in front of it, a tiny wave of suntan oil. His fingers slipped up to the base of her right tit, encircling it, then gently, cautiously squeezing it.
Again Bonnie moaned, and to Vince's delight, her fingers came apart still more, showing him the wrinkly, pink flesh of her aureole. Emboldened, he let his hand close upon her breast, pushing her shielding fingers out of the way until he held her tit firmly in his hand, until the fiery stub protruded from the ring of his thumb and forefinger.
Bonnie's other hand slipped from her tit. Through the sunglasses he could see that her eyes were still closed tight, even though now both her tits were bared to him. He leaned down and put his face to her tit, licking at her nipple with his tongue.
"Ooh!" Bonnie said, her lips making a sexy pout, her hips shifting on the chair.
Vince sucked the hot, sweet-tasting nub of flesh into his mouth and, pressing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue, began to rub his tongue back and forth over it. His slobber rushed from his mouth and slipped over the peak of her tit in a shining wave.
"Oh, honey... "
He let her nipple pop from his lips and paused to examine his handiwork: the stub was dark, dark red and much longer than a moment ago, and the aureole had shrunk, had wrinkled up to become part of the stiff nubbin. Then he tipped the oil bottle over her tits, sending a splash of clear oil cascading over her boobs.
"OOOOOH!" she cried, her hands reaching up to stroke the backs of his arms.
He took her tits in both hands and started to work them, to knead them like living bread dough, to flatten them out against her chest, to draw them far from it, to make the hard nubs dig into his slick palms. He rotated her tits in great circles, squashing them together and hauling them apart, and all the while Bonnie lay there, moaning softly, gently touching the backs of his arms, the underside of his forearms.
The poor teenager was near-terminally tumescent. His breath was coming in harsh, ragged gasps; his cock lashed out at the confining tourist tidies and vaulted up and over the waistband to thump impatiently upon his sternum. If she'd opened her eyes then, she would've seen that gross, bloated knob hammering against his chest, drooling quantities of pale, sticky fluid... and he, frankly, didn't give a damn. He was bound and determined to shove his arching tool up her tender snatch, to feel the marvelous heat of her body about its throbbing head, its distended shaft. He released her left boob and tugged at the single bow knot that held her bikini panties in place.
"Oh, honey, no!" Bonnie said, huskily, her hands slipping down to cover his, to keep him from undoing her.
Vince, inspired by the heat of the moment, caught her hand, turned it palm up, poured some oil in it, and then wrapped it about the neck of his penis.
"Honey!" Bonnie whimpered, as her fingers closed around what was unmistakably the head of an enraged cock. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at the thing in her grasp. "Ooooooh-mmmmmm," she crooned, her upper lip curling back in a naughty little sneer. She energetically pumped her well-lubed fist up and down his cock, watching with delight as the gobs of pearly pre-cum rolled down from the dicksnout and over her flying fingers.
Wave after wave of pleasure coursed up Vince's cock as the tiny woman twisted and turned his meat, wringing the joy from his balls. He grabbed the string that tied her bikini bottom on and gave it a hard jerk. The panties came off in his hand and he stared at her naked sex.
"Doesn't it make your mouth water, honey?" Bonnie said, mischievously, holding her thighs far apart for him.
Vince swallowed hard. It did indeed make his mouth water. She had a truly tasty looking snatch. For one thing, there was no tan line anywhere. She was the same tone of golden brown all over. Her pubes were concentrated at the very summit of her mound. They were a little tuft of light bi-own fuzz. Over the actual lips of her sex, down between her thighs, over her buttocks, the hair was practically non-existent. What Vince had seen peeking out from under her crotch strap had actually been hair from the top of her mound that had been pulled forward by the tight panties. Her cunt was an angry red color and the double pair of lips pouted out from her hummock. At the base of their wet folds, Vince could see the entrance to her tube, creamy, dripping, winking. Also winking was the tight, pink ring of her anus, which was nestled just below her pussy between the lush curves of her buns.
"You are going to fuck me, aren't you?" Bonnie said with concern in her voice, as she watched the boy ogle her naked cunt.
"Huh?" said Vince without looking up.
"Well, you didn't seem to want to do it to Jessica... "
Vince looked up. "How'd you know that?"
"We talk about things in our group. All kinds of things."
"Oh, wow... "
"Well?" Bonnie said, giving his cock an extra tasty tug.
"Ooh! Well what?"
"Are you going to fuck me?"
"Shee-it! Shee-it!!" he growled, suddenly dumping the entire contents of the oil bottle into her wide spread crotch. The fluid soaked her hairs and drenched her flaps. Then he put his fingers down on her pussy, rubbing the oil into her labia.
"God! Oh, God!" Bonnie whined, her hips swiveling about under his touch.
Vince gurgled his joy into her belly button as her pussy came open in his hand. Like the petals of some hot house plant, only super slippery, super alive, it parted and gave him access to the dewy gulley, to the sloppy entrance to her cunt. Without pausing, he thrust his paired fingers, his oil soaked fingers, right up her twat.
Bonnie stiffened and then her hips jerked up from the chair, driving her cunt up over his digits to the knuckle.
"You like that, huh?" he said through an ocean of drool. He threw an arm across her tits, pinning her to the chair and began to diddle her cunt with a vengeance.
"Uhhh! Oooh! HONEY!!" she squealed as the wide, flat, pseudo penis flipped in and out of her, as her cuntmouth sucked and sputtered over the darting fingers.
Vince felt like El Primo Hungstud. Not only were his fingers sliding over some mighty slick tubule, some mighty fine and juicy ridges and valleys, causing some intensely moving fumes to waft up to his nose, but his cock was belching gobs of pre-cum all over her heaving tummy. White pools of man goo on gleaming brown skin. There was only one thing that would make him feel more macho, more Primo, and that was to place his cock in the juicy channel where his fingers dared to diddle.
"OOOH, HONEY!!!" Bonnie wailed as he climbed into the saddle, as she felt the great, blazing knob of his pud brush up against her fuck-ready cunt.
He fitted the head between the red lips, sliding it up and down to lubricate it with oil and pussy juice. The tiny slit was dwarfed by the girth of his pudcap, but that was no deterrent for either of them. Vince gripped his cock by the neck and, while he leaned his weight into her, he pushed his dick down, forcing her cuntmouth to part, to receive the searing bulb.
"Owwww! NOOOOO!!!" she yelped as she felt herself tearing, yielding to the power behind the prick, the power that drove it willy-nilly right up her cunt.
Vince winced at the pain-pleasure of spitting her, winced at the agonizing tightness ripping at his dick head, the delicious bumpety-bumpety as his knob bounced over the slick ridges and folds of her box.
"So deep!!" she warbled, thrashing beneath him, tossing her head from side to side, making her oiled tits shimmy and shake. "You're in me so deep!!!"
That was just the way that Vince wanted it: hair deep, balls deep. He didn't stop his manic lunging until he had the tight ring of her pussy mouth sucking at the root of his cock, until his balls were banging upon her asshole. Then he drew back, tugging his meat back over the wonderful corrugations, listening to the sputter-fart of her pussy as it gave him up, seeing the red, glistening root of his rod as it emerged from her depths.
Bonnie reached in under her thigh and gripped his heavy balls in her well-oiled palm. "Ooh, you Devil!" she hissed, Fuck me! Fuck me!!"
Vince tossed his hips, driving his tool back into her to the root. And, as his meat slammed home, he could feel the ecstatic contraction of her cunt clasping at his pudcap, muscles spasming, rippling inwards, towards the center of her being, insistently milking his buried cock. He didn't wait for the seizure to end, for the tightness behind the head of his cock to diminish. Instead, he immediately snapped his ass back, dragging his cock through the narrowed opening, against the sucking pull of her tube.
"Jeeeez!" he howled as her fingers clutched his balls in response to the rapid retreat of his rod.
"Honey... honey... honey," she babbled, bouncing his gonads in her palm, lifting her leg up from the chair and throwing it over his shoulder, giving him total access to her snatch.
He started pumping on her in earnest, making his cock flip in and out of her pussy at breakneck speed. He could see it down there, amid the blubbering, flapping labia, as a shining red blur. Bonnie could not even begin to hump him back at the same rate of speed... at least not with her leg locked over his back... so she just lay there and moaned deliriously. Her wail broken up into a series of rapid yelps by the impact of his pubis upon hers.
As he screwed her, Vince let his hands roam over her body, her tits, thighs, buttocks. He put his fingers around the point of their joining, around the slogging shaft of his cock and the jibbering maw of her cunt, and felt the way her whole lower body jumped every time he lunged home, the way her pussy kind of smooched out, the way the smooth strip of skin between cunt and anus rose and fell. He touched the red hot ring of her asshole and she flinched violently.
"God, oh, God, oh, God," she cried, tugging passionately at his scrotum.
Vince put his lubricated thumb to her tight sphincter and prodded. The ring convulsed, trying to keep him out. Undaunted, he fitted the tip of his thumb to her pore and pushed hard.
"GOD!!!" she wailed. "GOD, NO!!"
Her mouth said "God, no!" but her anus said "God, yes!" It opened under the pressure of his finger easily and his thumb popped into her bottom. Vince kept right on fucking her, reveling in the feel of his own cock, through the thin membrane of anus and cunt, sliding over his thumb, reveling in the steady, pulsing rhythm of sphincter tugging on the base of his finger.
Then he felt Bonnie's hand slip from his balls and caress the hand whose thumb lay buried in her ass. To his delight, and ultimate undoing, she took hold of the base of the probing thumb and began to move it about, to use it like a miniature dildo, to force it in and out of her ass in a crazy syncopated beat to the hammering of his cock. The top of Vince's head came off, skyrocketing, spiraling up out of sight. He took control of his own thumb and started corkscrewing it around in her bottom, shivering violently at the thrills that activity gave him.
Bonnie, wild with the fuck fever and on the v verge of orgasm, put her hand back up on Vince's juice-drenched nuts... but only for a second, only to find her place. Her fingertips slipped over those swollen orbs, behind them, and a single, long-nailed fingertip reached out, stretching, to slash across the tender skin of his sweating rectum.
"JEEEEZ!!!!" Vince bellowed, slamming both cock and finger into her so hard that the lawn chair screeched across the concrete. That single scratch, that stinging pain upon supersensitive flesh, transformed itself instantaneously into Joy. Nut joy. One second he was cool, calm and collected and the next he was shooting his rocks off, flipping his spurting cock up her cunt as fast as he could.
"UHHH! UHHH! UHHHHH!!" Bonnie screeched as the waves of hot man chowder shot into her, as she, too, went over the edge.
Both of their pudendas jerked together, drawn into each other by the frantic magnetism of orgasm, and sperm and cunt juice sprayed out from her convulsing orifice, to coat her tuft of pubes with gobs of milky white, to rain down upon his hand, still pumping furiously on her rectum.
Slowly, the intense pleasure ebbed, leaving behind a marvelous afterglow and Vince with a still-hard penis. He took her leg from his shoulder and slipped his cock in and out of her sloppy pocket.
"You've got one hot little pussy," he said, grinding his pubes into her clit.
"Oooh!" she groaned. "And what about this?" Her anus clamped down on his buried thumb, tugging at it.
"My thumb likes it a lot," he told her.
"How would your cock like it?" she said, her eyes full of the hunger once again.
"Why don't we ask him?" Vince said, his voice quaking. He pulled his cock from her cunt and knelt there as she rolled over, rolled over still impaled on his thumb.
"Ooooh, baby... " she murmured, coming up into a knee chest position before him. She stuck her sweet ass high in the air and mashed her tits into the back of the chair. "Come on, Lover, do it!"
Vince removed his thumb from the wrinkled hole. It was so very tiny that he doubted that he could fit any of his dick into it. Well, it was her ass...
"No! No, honey, not so fast!" she complained, reaching behind her ass and taking hold of his cock. "Stretch me first... " She took hold of his hand, straightened out two fingers and shoved them right up her pore. "Mmmmmm," she said, "Nice and easy... "
Vince's cock flipped up into his chest, arching into a deep bow, as he watched his digits dive into her hot little ring. He really got excited when she added a third finger to the others. Her anus squeezed down hard on his knuckles, but accepted all three fingers, allowing them to slide in and out with more and more ease.
"Now, honey, now... " she said, unplugging her pore.
Vince didn't need to be asked twice. He worked up a good spit and applied it to the head of his cock, and then, thinking that what was good enough for his dick ought to be good enough for her ass, he bent down and spit right on her rectum.
"Oooh!" Bonnie whined as the heavy knob mashed into her fundament, smearing the saliva over her sphincter. Then the pressure began and she went totally limp, accepting the red hot probe that demanded entrance.
"WOW!" Vince cried as he watched her ass suck his cock head up... and then continue to swallow every inch of his shaft clear to his balls. The heat was even more intense than her pussy, and the sensation was out of this world. Her sphincter tugged at the root of his cock as if trying to suck even more meat within. He put his hands on her round hips and pushed her ass away from him, causing her pore to flutter down his pole, teasing it unmercifully.
Bonnie groaned from low in her belly as the mammoth rod once again slid up her ass and Vince felt a movement, a scurrying of fingers down below. Even as his cock rammed up her bottom, Bonnie was pinching her clit, fingering her cunt, readying herself for another orgasm.
His cockhead was almost out of her ass when it hit. Bonnie's whole body jerked under him and her sphincter locked down upon his bulb, holding it there, half in and half out of her hole, fluttering, dragging the sticky tide from his nuts.
"UHHH!!" Bonnie wailed. "Shove it in!! God, shove it in!!"
Vince pulled her hips towards him and pushed his spurting bone past the red hot ring. He held her anus tight to the base of his cock and let her suck the come from him. When she had completely drained him, when her own quivering had finally subsided, she unplugged herself from his amazingly still-erect cock.
"Oh, honey, you got a real winner there," she said, stroking the great arching choad, now slightly browner than before. She put her glistening lips to the besmirched knob and made her tongue swirl round and round it.
"Ooh-wee!" Vince groaned, pulling his cock back from her greedy lips. "Gee, uhh, I can't uhh work anymore today, Ms. Freeman. I'd like to really, but I can't... I've got a big basketball game tonight and I still have to go to practice... "
Bonnie looked at his rigid meat and sighed. "Well, if you've got to go, I guess you've got to go... " she said. "You'll want to get paid before you go, so wait just a minute while I find my coin purse...
A little later it was one bone-tired, ball-sore high school basketball star who limped down the red brick stairs, his three dollars in change jingling merrily in his jeans.
CHAPTER FIVE
After the chilling defeat of Vince's team that night, Vince began to sort of half-way hope that his idyllic, Answer-To-A-Teenage Prayer sex life would come to an end. It wasn't that he was too tired to shoot or dribble after the sex scene with Bonnie; it was that he kept on seeing furry mounds nestled between tan thighs, dripping cunts all pink and puffy, hot orifices diving down over glistening, rigid cocks... in other words, his mind was not on his game. The coach gave him a super hard look as he left the court... and Warburton, sitting on the bench, biding his time, gave him a big, shit-eating grin.
He knocked on Sharon Beasely's door, trying to think like a monk, hoping that she would be thinking like a nun. No such luck. The door opened and out stepped a tall, willowy creature with long auburn hair, big tits and the greenest eyes he'd ever seen.
"You must be Vince, right?" Sharon said, extending her slim hand to him.
"Uhh, yep... " he said, taking her fingers and holding them, unsure if he was supposed to shake her hand or kiss it.
When he didn't kiss it, she took it away from him. She was wearing a tennis outfit, a super short, white skirt and a tight, knit, sleeveless top. There was no bra holding up those immense breasts of hers. Vince could see her nipples poking out, huge pink bulls eyes covering the soft peaks of her boobs.
"The work I have for you isn't really gardening," she said with a strange lilt in her voice. "I hope you don't mind... "
"No, of course not," Vince said quickly, ready to service her every whim... his prayer for celibacy notwithstanding.
"... Good. I want you to do some straightening out in my garage. I've got some storage bins that need cleaning out badly... " Sharon said, breezing past him and heading right across the lawn.
Vince followed the long legs, watching the way the short skirt swished back and forth, powered by the swing and sway of a sweet, heart-shaped bottom.
Sharon took him into her three car garage and showed him a row of big, wooden lockers built into the back wall. She opened one and wads of stuff slipped out... old toasters, lamps, newspapers, clothes. "I want you to sort out what things look usable and set them aside for the Good Will," she told him. "The rest I want you to pitch in the trash can. Ok?"
Vince nodded and sighed deeply. From gardener to junk man in one easy lesson. He watched her ass twitch away, then shook himself out of a very un-monklike reverie and applied himself to the task at hand. He decided to make the salvageable pile in front of the steel gray Cadillac Seville parked on the far left hand side of the garage and the junk pile right in the middle of the concrete floor, between -the Cadillac and a white Triumph 7 parked on the right side.
At first the job was pretty easy. All he had to do was separate the appliances from the newspaper and cardboard, the serviceable cast off clothes from the greasy rags. It took him about half an hour to work to the bottom level of the storage bin where he found an entire layer of overstuffed cardboard boxes. He tried to move one and groaned. They were incredibly heavy. So, he opened one up to find out which pile they should go in.
As it turned out, Vince was unable to put the contents of the box in either pile. He sat there on the edge of the bin and gawked at what he held in his hand. They were photographs. Wads and wads of color pictures: 8x10 glossies, 3x5 polaroids, slides. And they all were of Sharon Beasely. Vince's cock began doing frantic pushups against his thigh. There were pictures of Sharon Beasely and "friends" doing just about every conceivable sex act under the sun, individually and en masse. The very first photo he picked up showed Sharon nude and on her back with her smooth thighs widely spread and a large, hairy man between them. His gross cock, a purplish sausage that looked to be about as big around as Sharon's wrist, was crammed half-way into her juicy, red-bearded snatch. He had both her succulent tits in his hands. Over her head and coming at her from the side was another stiff cock. A black one. Sharon had the lewd thing deep in her throat, her lips a tightly stretched oval about the shaft, her pink tongue visible as it strained to tickle the uptight, fuzzy black balls.
Quickly, Vince began leafing through the treasure trove of illicit photos. From the number of different guys... a new bunch in every picture... Vince decided that his employer had one hell of a sexual appetite. She also indulged herself in myriad forms of sexual activity. Some of them, Vince had never even heard of. One shot showed her naked and trussed up like a chicken with nylon rope. Coils of it was wrapped round and round her body, cutting across the globes of her tits, making dimples in the flesh of her legs. She hung suspended from a ceiling by some kind of pulley contraption. A burly man of latin descent lay on his back under her, holding onto the rope that controlled her elevation. His prick, a long, crooked tree limb of angry red, stuck straight up from his belly and into her open cunt. As the man jerked on the rope, Sharon's body would raise and lower, thereby causing her pussy to slip up and down over his cock.
Another shot showed her tied to a brass bed, tied at the wrists and ankles. All around her head, like a crown of seething red spikes, were hard cocks... cocks being masturbated, cocks shooting pale white stuff all over her face, showering her with egg flesh.
And yet another photo showed her naked and on hands and knees, her butt stuck up high in the air. A young man of Vince's age was assaulting her from behind with his mouth. His jaws were open wide and his cheeks were concave and his lips were swarming over her slobber-drenched cunt.
Vince's ears burned something awful and his cock was painfully erect. He needed some relief and fast. Taking a quick look towards the house to make sure no one was coming, he whipped out his straining pud and began masturbating while flipping through the pile of pictures. Things had just gotten rolling good when he was rudely interrupted.
"That'll put hair on your palm, Vince," Sharon said, giggling.
Vince froze there, cock-in-hand. She'd come up behind him and caught him in the act. What on earth was he supposed to do? Apologize? Go ahead and finish it?
Sharon walked around to face him. She eyed his fat pudcap with considerable interest. "Oh, you do have a big one, don't you?" she said, leaning up against the fender of the Seville. She raised her left knee and put it on the side of the tire, making the hem of her skirt hike way up.
Vince gawked at what he saw under that skirt.
"It seems like such a waste to put all that energy into your own hand... " Sharon said with a sigh. "Can't you think of anyplace else you'd rather put it?"
Vince stared at her naked pussy and ass, naked under the skirt. Her pussy hair was a brassy red, thick and sexy and her mound was pale pink, split by a pair of soft pink lips, lips that puckered at him invitingly. Under the slit, hanging just above the curves of her buns, was the tiny ring of her anus, a ring decorated with a flower of hot pink flesh. Vince's cock lurched in his grip and a big drop of pre-cum broke free from the slot and rolled down over the back of his hand.
"I bet you can think of someplace else," she said, opening her knees a bit more, making the lips of her pussy come apart, showing him the creamy pink flesh of her tube.
Vince scrambled to his feet and lunged at her, bending his cock down, ready to slip it right up her snatch.
"Wait a minute! Just a minute!" she said, holding him at arm's length. "Now what makes you think that you can just go barging in anywhere you please?"
Vince blinked at her rapidly.
"You've got to be polite, Vince," she said, pressing down on his collarbones with her thumbs.
"Hey! Owww!!" he said, unable to keep from dropping to his knees before her... it was either that or have his collarbones snapped.
"That's better," she said, smiling, stroking his neck with the back of her hand. She gathered up the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist, keeping her knees far apart. "Well, Vince?"
"Well, what?" he said, looking up into her hot fork.
"Well, don't you think you ought to kiss it?"
Vince made a face and swallowed.
"I know you've never done it before... "
"I have too!" he said.
"You mean to Louella?"
"Sure, to Louella... "
"Vince, Louella told us all about it in the group meeting and you've never really done it before. Don't you think it's time you learned how?"
"If you think I'm going to put my mouth on that, you're crazy... "
"Why don't you want to? Are you afraid that it'll taste bad? It won't. And it won't bite back, either," Sharon said, gently pulling his head towards her snatch.
Vince resisted her. "No!" he said, shaking her hands off his neck. "There's no way you can make me do that... "
"Don't be silly," she told him. "There are a million ways... "
"No way!"
"What if I start hollering 'Rape'? Then what are you going to do?"
"Rape?!!!" Vince croaked, his mind suddenly full of flash backs from old television shows, of terminally psychotic gardener boys being gunned down by this bald-headed detective or that fat one, being turned into hamburger by a whole army of quasi-sentient S.W.A.T. team members in their risque, black satin fatigues.
"No," she said, shaking her hips at him, waggling her cunt enticingly, "RAAAAA-APE!!!!!"
Vince jerked forward without the prodding of her hands, animated by his own fear of electron tube violence. His hands slid up the inside of her long legs, to cup her perfect silky buns.
"Ooooh, that's better! That's the way!" she said.
Vince, his face flushed with shame at his own cowardice, put his mouth onto the crisp nest of her pubes. The scent, the flavor of her pussy exploded in his mouth, racking his brain. It was tart and tangy and very, very musky and keen. He began kissing the fat mound passionately, smothering the red bush with his lips, his tongue, exactly as he had done to Louella.
"Ooooh, yesssss!" Sharon hissed, letting him do to her as he wished, delighting in the feel of his hands clutching her ass, his lips so close to her clit.
Vince snorted and snuffled into her fat pudenda, his cock twanging there between his legs like a plucked bow string.
"Lower, Vince," she said huskily. "Do me lower... "
Vince, his nose pressed into the summit of her mound, shut his eyes tight and swirled his tongue lower, over the top of her slit. The tip of his tongue touched super hot, super slick flesh.
"YESSSSS!!!" she whined, taking hold of his ears and pulling down hard.
Even as the flavor rasped his palate, a taste so much stronger that that of her hummock, a taste that set his mouth slobbering and his heart pounding, his mouth was drawn down over the swollen lips of her sex. They were so soft, so moist! Hot buttered velvet. They parted about the tip of his nose and smooched out over his mouth, smearing a viscous, musky lubricant over his lips, his cheeks, his chin. He stabbed out with his tongue and touched the slippery gulley, the seething trough that led to her tube.
"Get it! GET IT!!" Sharon cried, slinging a leg up over his shoulder, tipping her cunt up against his chin.
Vince's tongue slid down the juicy, funky valley and found the entrance to her cunt. It lay there amid the foxy folds like a moist little cave. Moaning through his nose, the teenager thrust out, driving his tongue into her cunt. The dripping drapes parted over its tip, as did the sexy rippled walls. In an instant, he had shoved all his tongue to her and was lashing it back and forth, twisting it wildly inside her, sweeping it across the hot corrugations, the febrile ridges, grinding his chin down on the red hot bud of her ass.
Sharon stiffened as he spitted her, throwing her head back, making her long hair fly. "Ooooh! OOOOOH!" she wailed, hauling his face into her snatch harder, her hips falling into a sensuous, rolling rhythm.
Vince could not believe the sensation as her pussy began to slide up and down his tongue. Her tube was so hot and dripping with juice that he thought he was going to flip out then and there.
"Oooh, Vince... Vince suck it! SUCK IT!!" she bawled, her knees clamping down on his head, holding him tight against her cunt.
Vince sucked at the flexing hole while he drove his tongue through it. Cunt juice filled his mouth and ran streaming over his chin and down his neck.
"UHHH! UHHHHH!!!!" Sharon yelped, her ass jerking from his grip and bashing violently into his mouth.
Vince could tell she was cuming. He could feel the convulsive spasm upon the root of his tongue, feel the rippling movement of her cunt muscles milking the length of it. He hung on to her buttcheeks for dear life while the orgasming pussy sprayed juice and slobber all over his face.
And she kept on cuming and cuming like she'd never stop. Her hips churned and pumped; her stomach rippled with contractions. Kneeling there with a face full of tumescent pussy, Vince decided that he liked it a lot. He liked the way it felt on his face, the way it tasted, the way it smelled. He liked it so much that even after Sharon's seizures had passed, after he had removed his tongue from her tube, he continued to lick and gnaw at the distended labia, at the pink chick pea of her clit.
Sharon shivered as she watched him perform on her, watched his boy face, smeared with her goo, decorated with her stray red pubes, burrowing into her flaps, his tongue flipping over her cunt, drawing teasing circles around it. "You learn quick, Lover," she said. "Oooh, yes, you do... "
Vince looked up from his funky feast and grinned at her.
"But don't you think it's time that we gave... " She bent down and took hold of the head of his stiff cock. "... him a home?"
Vince let her use his cock like a leash to pull him to his feet. He stood there, separated from her only by the length of it, as she passionately masturbated it.
"Such a big cock, Vince," she moaned, tugging him closer, brushing the wide head against her clit. "Ooooh, and so soft... "
He took hold of the bottom of her sleeveless shirt and peeled it up over her tits. Her nipples were no longer round and soft; they were hard red stubs. He grabbed both her tits and squeezed them, capturing her nipples between his fingers, rolling them, pinching them.
"Harder, Lover. Pinch them harder," she said, slitting her eyes against the pleasure he was giving her.
Vince obeyed, giving her nipples a much rougher treatment than he would've thought could be pleasurable. He tugged them far from her heavy globes and shook them, causing the pale domes to quiver and tremble deliriously.
Sharon's right leg locked about his waist and her fingers pushed his dickhead towards the entrance to her cunt. "How does that feel?" she asked, her eyes blazing.
"God!" Vince said, shutting his eyes, gritting his teeth as the amazing heat and slipperiness of her pussy gobbled his pudcap.
She sort of leaned against him, throwing her knees out further, driving his cock up her already cum filled pussy.
As the first, marvelous ridge slipped down over the head of his cock, tugging deliriously at his nerve bundle, Vince's world disappeared behind a glowing red mist, behind a curtain of fuck fever. His entire consciousness was centered in his groin, in the tingling of his dickhead, in the ache in his balls, in the seething Need that coursed through his veins. All he could think about, all he could visualize was the whipping of his prick about inside her until he peaked out, until the febrile nut joy consumed him, until he washed her cunt with sticky waves of white. His hips flipped, slamming his heavy cock to the back of her cunt, bottoming out with a painful thump!, with an inch of greasy cock root still showing outside her snatch, between the distended lips.
"YEEEEEE!!" she warbled as the dickhead bashed into her back wall. She attempted to push him back, to push his cock out of her a bit, but he would not be moved. She only succeeded in getting herself pushed back, laid out with her bare ass on the gleaming fender of the Cadillac.
Vince drove his hips into her and, thanks to the new and improved angle of attack, was rewarded with an audible squish as the remainder of his cock surged up her. Then he was in total control. This was going to be his orgasm, his pleasure. His hips went berserk, causing the thick tool to fly in and out of her pussy, causing his sweating pudenda to jackhammer upon her drooling mound, upon the hard little clit that lay between the gaping, peeled back flaps.
As the exorbitantly priced motor vehicle bounced about on its suspension, squeaking like an old bed under the humping onslaught, Sharon lifted her legs and locked them about Vince's back. He buried his face in her perfumed cleavage, mashing her boobs about his cheeks, pumping on her cunt for all he was worth.
"Uh-huh! Uhh! UH-HEEEEE!! UH-HEEEEEE!!" Sharon squealed as the second orgasm of the morning lifted off the top of her lovely head. Her hips started rolling in a fantastic, churning motion that was just a tad slower than his dick thrusting and therefore, just a bit out of phase. The end result was that her cunt sort of sucked on his darting choad, sucked as the tool withdrew and sucked as it entered.
Vince withstood the marvelous treatment for only about a half-dozen tip-to-root lunges. Then the flocks of snow geese circling anxiously deep in his ass made their bid for freedom. One by one, the great white birds flapped through his convulsing asshole, feathery wingtips brushing the rim. And Vince was coming. His balls exploded in joy and the sperm shot out of his cock in high pressure pulses.
"OOOOOOHH!" Sharon groaned as the white hot bullets spattered deep in her cunt. Her pussy went into terminal spasm, rippling muscles urging another and yet another spurt of man juice from his lunging cock.
Vince kept pummeling her, even after his initial joy had faded, after the last pulse of jissom had exited his pudcap. As his cock slogged in and out of her sputtering, fuming pipe, the turbid load he'd deposited in her was drawn out. It ran down over her smooth buttocks in a pearly rivulet, pooled upon the fender of the Seville and then commenced to stream down its side, hanging there upon the edge of the wheel well in pale, yo-yoing gobbets.
Sharon hung there, too; her legs wrapped about his waist, her arms wrapped about his neck, like some strange, hairless, and exquisite arboreal creature... an enchanted sloth or lemur... while he pumped and pumped. When finally he withdrew himself from her, she let go of him and slumped back on the hood of the car, her legs so wide apart that the outside of her knees touched the gray metal.
Vince leaned against the gooey fender, panting raggedly. His cock, still rigid, red and slimy, stood at full attention, aimed at his chin. He looked at what he'd done to her cunt and his cock flexed. The pale pink drapery was red and swollen from the repeated impacts of his crisp bush; it was a gaping maw that was fringed with sopping red hair. The entrance to her pussy still retained the shape of his cock... a huge circular hole at the nadir of her folds. And there was white goo everywhere... smeared all over her buns, her thighs, hanging in streamers from her hairy pubis, drooling out from the distended mouth of her cunt in a steady stream.
"Here, Lover. Here," she moaned, beckoning him to come around the front of the car, and turning onto her side. She made him step up on the bumper so she could take hold of his cock. "I want to eat you," she said hoarsely, scooting forward a bit so she could get her lips on the head of his dick.
Vince nearly fell off his perch when he saw how greedily she went after his meat, when he felt those hot lips of hers swarming over his cockhead.
"Mmmmmmm," she crooned, kissing and sucking at the slimy bulb, licking up the tepid goo that drenched it. Her tongue scrubbed over the cap, bathing it in her hot drool.
Then her mouth opened wide and, instead of taking his pudcap inside as Vince had expected, it dropped lower, to capture both his aching nuts at once.
"Oh, wow!" he said, as his gonads were engulfed in slick heat, as her lips nursed at the joining of bag and body. He could see her face, half-hidden under the mat of brown pubes, see the wild hunger flitting across it. Round and round her tongue swirled, caressing the tender orbs, making his cock thump crazily against his chest.
She relinquished his balls with a wet smack and then set about licking at the base of his cock, where cum and pussy juice had formed tangles in his curly hairs.
"That's incredible! Incredible!" Vince said, shuddering with pleasure as she lapped her way back up to the head of his dick.
"I love to suck cock,"-she said, taking his by the neck and bending it down to her parted lips. She pressed her mouth to the slot nestled in the deep cleft and her cheeks went concave as she started to show him what she meant. She kept right on sucking while she pushed more head in her mouth.
Vince could feel the throbbing knob being drawn out of shape by the power of her suction and wave after wave of joy coursed down his cock.
For an instant her juicy lips popped down over the broad, flaring rim and she had his whole bulb in her cheeks, but then she drew back and let him slip from her mouth. She pulled her skirt up around her waist and opened her thighs, showing him her ravaged cunt once again. "Don't you want to suck on me, too?"-she said.
"Down there... after I... when its all...?" he said, aghast at the suggestion.
"Did it taste bad before? Was it so terrible?" Vince shook his head.
"Well, then, what are you afraid of? A little cum?" she teased, reaching down and dipping a fingertip into the gooey morass of her twat.
Before he could react, before he could pull away, she daubed the dollop of spunk on his mouth, his lips, his tongue.
"Jeeeeez!" he whined, jerking back, starting to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand.
"Wait!" she said, authoritatively.
Vince paused and all was lost. It was too late to wipe the stuff from his mouth. He could already taste it. It wasn't the taste that was so bad... it was merely salty... it was the texture, like uncooked egg white, that bothered him. Still, it was not so horrible as he thought.
"Well, what do you think, Lover?" she asked him. "Don't you want another little taste?" She rotated her mound at him provocatively.
Vince groaned and crawled up on the hood with her. He wanted to eat some more of that pussy and he didn't care if it'd been dunked in sheep dip. As he knelt on the hood, Sharon rolled flat on her back and bent her head back, arching her neck so that her chin pointed up at the ceiling. When she opened her mouth, Vince knew what she had in mind. He kneeled on either side of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth, and then lay down on her belly and put his face between her widely spread thighs.
Simultaneously, his cock slid down her throat and her thighs came up from the hood to lock about the back of his head. Vince was smothered in hot flaps and sticky effluvium. And he loved it. He only gave her twat a single clit-to-hole tongue swipe before he thrust that wriggling tool up her tube. He locked his mouth down on the sloppy orifice and sent wild, darting tongue thrusts deep inside. The rank, salty taste was powerful, but not so powerful as the scent of the tiny wrinkled pore that winked under his nose, nor was it so compelling as the ring of juicy lips that sucked furiously at the base of his cock.
"Unnnnff! Unnnnff!!" he said, grinding his hips, fucking her throat like it was a pussy, boring his tongue as far as it would stretch, bumping her clit with his chin, prodding her anus with his nose.
Sharon made a gurgling sound and her cunt clamped down on the root of Vince's tongue. The sudden constriction sent a wild spray of cunt juice and slobber flying up in his face. She was cuming! Determined not to be left out in the cold, Vince double-timed his cock thrusts. Fingers palpitated his uptight balls and then he, too, was over the brink.
Hot spunk sizzled out of his dick. Sharon's body was racked by a violent coughing seizure as the copious charge surged down her throat, choking her. Vince gobbled her spasming pussy and gave her another volley. She jerked even more violently than before, gargling the pay-load deep in her throat.
Fearful that he might be doing her bodily harm, Vince pushed up off her pussy and sat back, pulling his still-spurting cock from her lips. "Uhh!" she said, frantically, twisting her head, trying to capture the orgasming bulb with her tongue. "Uhh!! Uhh!"
Vince held the knob aimed at her mouth and let the remaining gobs fall where they may. Hot sperm bathed her face, fell into her open mouth, festooned her nose.
She squealed in ecstasy and pressed her fingers into her gooey cheeks, smearing the stuff everywhere.
When he'd unloaded his last drop, Sharon rolled over and put her messy face next to his. "Ooh, Lover, kiss me," she said, throwing her arms about his neck.
Vince looked at the shining dollops on her mouth and, despite himself, shivered. "What the hell," he told himself, "it's all in a day's work... "
CHAPTER SIX
Vince marched up to Louella Moore's front door full of resolve: he was going to quit the gardening job. One week of "work" for the Ridgecrest Hills ladies had netted him all of twelve dollars and thirty-five cents and had nearly gotten him bumped from the basketball team first squad. The coach had drawn him aside after a particularly lackluster practice session and laid it on the line... either he straightened up and started playing ball, or he warmed the bench for the duration. That was enough to make up his mind for him. He'd had it.
And it was pretty obvious to him why Warburton was so anxious to unload the "good job" on him and why Warburton, while gainfully employed for the aforementioned ladies, had suddenly gone to pot in the middle of the season.
It was damn hard to concentrate on footwork and passing when your nuts ached from an overdose of love. And it was even harder to concentrate on tossing the ball through the little hoop when every time you inhaled, despite countless soap and water scrubbings, you smelled that unmistakable, foxy, funky, musky odor of aroused pussy.
What Vince was hoping was that he could just quit once... that is, make one resignation do for all four ladies. He had his speech all planned, rehearsed, ready to pour from his lips when the front door opened.
"Hi, Vince. Come on in," Louella said.
He hadn't wanted to actually go into her house. He wanted to recite his speech on her doorstep... far from the temptations of her bathroom... but he didn't want to be rude, especially since he expected that she'd be very disappointed over his announcement.
"Thank you," he said, stepping through the door. He knew right away that he'd made a big mistake.
"Hello, Vince," Bonnie Freeman said from the couch.
Both of the women were dressed in bathing suits. Louella in a minuscule bikini that barely covered nipples and cunt and Bonnie in a slinky tank suit that followed every contour of her body... nipples, tits, even the fat, horseshoe shaped mound of her pussy.
"Hi," he said, taking a deep breath and plunging in with both feet. "I just dropped by to tell you that I won't be working for you ladies anymore... "
"Oh, what a shame!" Louella said, making a little face at Bonnie.
"We're really going to miss you, Vince," Bonnie said with a giggle.
This was hardly the response he had expected, but if they weren't unhappy, that was ok, too. It just made it easier for him to slip out the door... or so he thought.
"... I'm sorry, but my school work is starting to fall behind and my basketball is hurting, too," he said, shuffling for the door. "It was really nice of you ladies to give me the job, but... uh... uh... "
He reached behind his back for the doorknob and found another hand already there.
"You can sit down for a minute, can't you?" Louella said, putting herself between the door and Vince.
There was no getting around it, not without knocking the woman down, so Vince reluctantly sat down... in an armchair as far away from the couch and Bonnie Freeman as was possible.
"You know, Louella," Bonnie said, "I think Vince is afraid of us... "
Louella looked hurt. "How could he be afraid of us?" she said. "What have we ever done to him?"
"Don't ask me, honey. Ask him."
"Well, Vince?" Louella said.
"I... uhh... well... " he stammered.
"I know what it is," Bonnie said, grinning. "It was that horrible Sharon Beasely, wasn't it?"
"Huh?" Vince said.
"Didn't she make you lick her... uh, right here?" Bonnie said, putting two fingers on the top of her sexy little cunt.
"Did that scare a big boy like you?" Louella said, unable to maintain a straight face.
"Aww, heck!" Vince said, turning red at the ears.
"It's funny, Vince," Bonnie went on gleefully, "but from the way Sharon tells it, you weren't very scared at the time. She said you went down on her like gangbusters, that you had your tongue up her pussy before she could even catch her breath... "
"I really have to go... " he said, rising from the chair.
"Sit!" Louella said.
Vince, ever humble in the face of authority, sat.
"... She said that you kept sliding your tongue up her and feeling her ass until she came right in your mouth," Bonnie said. "I told her that it didn't sound like the Vince-boy that I knew... "
"Me, either," Louella chimed in.
"... Then she said how you got up on her, right there in the garage, right on her damn' Cadillac, and fucked her silly, filled her up with your cum... "
Vince sat there and fidgeted.
"Now does that sound like our Vince-boy?" Bonnie asked Louella.
"Well... " Louella said, raising her eyebrows and smiling lasciviously.
Vince groaned and nervously scratched his chin.
"... Then she said that after he took his cock out of her pussy... " Bonnie said.
"And when it was still all gooey with his cum," Louella added merrily.
"... that our Vince went down on it again and slurped up the mess he'd made," Bonnie said. "According to Sharon Beasely, he polished her tube and buffed it to a mirror shine and left not a speck behind... "
Vince turned red from the neck up.
"Now does that sound like our little Vince-boy?" Bonnie asked Louella.
Louella shook her head "no" while saying, "Yessirree, that's our gardener... "
"Look, uhh ladies," he said, once again rising to his feet, "I really have to go... "
"He probably has an appointment with his clergyman," Louella said.
"Is that it, Vince?" Bonnie asked, leaning forward in her seat.
"Uh, no. No, actually... " he began.
"Good!" Bonnie said, cutting him off. "Then it couldn't be very important, could it?"
"Look I want to leave!" he said.
The two women glanced at each other meaningfully and then Louella said, "All right, Vince. We'll let you go... on one condition... "
"What's that?"
"That you sit right there in that chair for just five minutes. That you don't budge a muscle... "
Vince made a sour face.
"Aww, he thinks we're going to attack him while he's sitting there, Louella," Bonnie said.
"No one is going to even touch you, Vince. We promise. All you have to do is sit still for five minutes and if you can, you walk out that door a free man... "
"How 'bout it?" Bonnie said.
It sounded too easy to be true, but Vince decided that he had nothing to lose, so he agreed.
Bonnie and Louella looked at each other and giggled.
"Not a muscle now, Vince," Louella warned him as she walked over to the couch and Bonnie.
Then Louella bent down and kissed the tiny woman right on the mouth. No mere peck, either. This was a full-blown, open-mouthed, tongue-stabbing, scorcher of a kiss.
Vince stared at the two female mouths locked together, twisting against each other, cheeks fluttering as tongues fought back and forth across the point of the joining, and his heart began to pound horribly in his chest. This was the thing he had to sit still for? This lewd exhibition of lesbian love? He squirmed in the chair uncomfortably. Already, one of his muscles was moving.
Louella pulled back at the insistence of the seated Bonnie, who then proceeded to suck and nurse on Louella's out-thrust tongue.
More alarming to Vince than the visual spectacle, was the audio accompaniment. While Bonnie masturbated Louella's tongue, the two of them whined and screeched and growled like a pair of alley cats about to mate. The piercing sounds raised the short hairs on the back of his neck and made him clutch at the arms of his chair.
Bonnie pushed Louella away from her, turned to Vince and said, "She's a hot little bitch, isn't she? Show him how hot you are, honey."
Dutifully, the submissive woman turned around to face Vince. She opened her thighs.
Vince groaned. The crotch of her lime green bikini bottoms was a dark, kelly green color. It was sopping wet with her own viscous juice. She truly was a bitch-in-heat.
"Me, too, Vince," Bonnie said. "Look at me." The tiny woman threw her legs apart, showing him the narrow band that formed the crotch of her tank suit. The band was a very dark brown, a good three shades darker than the rest of the suit... and around the edges, her silky flesh had a distinctly slippery look to it.
"Mmmmm," Bonnie said, putting her fingers to her cunt. When she pushed them up and down over her sex, a definitely moist, squishy sound emanated from her pussy.
Vince crossed his legs, hoping to cut off his erection in the bud, so to speak, to keep it from surging into full rigidity.
"I think we're bothering him, Louella," Bonnie said. "Come here and I'll bother you... " Louella stepped towards her and allowed herself to be turned to the side so that none of the action would escape Vince's scrutiny. Bonnie reached up and grasped the larger woman's breasts, kneading them with great skill through the bikini bra.
"Oooh!" Louella cooed, closing her eyes, reaching behind her back to undo the clasp that held her bra in place.
Bonnie pulled the cups from her tits and started massaging the full globes with passionate strokes, squashing them up against her chest, causing the nipples to stiffen and pucker from the round peaks.
"Some tits, huh, Vince?" Bonnie said, rising to her knees, taking a carmine nipple in her mouth. While she continued to rub the other tit with her hand, she started to practically devour the one under her lips. She sucked the nipple and a good deal of the supple dome into her mouth and nursed feverishly.
Louella cradled the woman's curly head in her hand, pulling it tight to her tit, while with her other hand, she began a careful reconnaissance of Bonnie's tits through the flimsy fabric of her swimsuit.
Vince watched as the two women played with each other's boobs, listened to them moan, and no matter how hard a pressure he put on his cock, he could not keep it from growing to full erection. Clearly, the only way for him to maintain his composure was to close his eyes, to refrain from looking altogether. That was easier said than done. Every time he tried to shut his eyes, or to look away, he found his gaze inexorably drawn back. He wanted to see what was going to happen next, wanted to see these two female perverts in action, wanted to see all the horrible-wonderful things they did to each other with fingers, tongues and foreign objects. Realizing that he was in fact attracted to the spectacle made it all the more difficult for him to control the strange and powerful urges that were welling up in his mind. Urges to participate.
"Oooh, Louella!" Bonnie said, "Oooh, my little pussy is ready for a nice, hot tonguing... " With that, the tiny woman shrugged out of the shoulder straps of her suit and stripped right out of the garment. She sat back completely nude on the couch and spread her legs. "Come and lick me, honey... "
Vince struggled against the desire to lurch up out of the chair, to crawl across the rug, and do the licking himself. He leered at Bonnie's tight, fat little cunt, at the mop of brown fuzz that sat atop it, at the pouty red lips of her sex. Now that he had once sampled the delights of a woman's sex on his mouth, parting under the thrusts of his tongue, he couldn't help but wonder, fantasize about how Bonnie's would taste, would feel.
Louella slipped to her knees between Bonnie's thighs, and carefully, so that Vince would not miss any of the crucial action, she lowered her open mouth to the apex of the pudgy twat.
"Uhhhhhh!!!" Bonnie wailed, snapping her hips up into the warmth of the mouth than caressed her.
"Mmmmmmm-nummmmmmm," Louella moaned, pressing her lips to the turbid gash, lashing her tongue back and forth, forcing the heavy, sleepy labia to squish apart, to give her access to the hard little clit that lay hidden between them.
Vince saw her tongue snake out, saw it dart in under the canopy of brown fuzz to lap at the tiny nodule. The flavor of pussy-remembered burst over his taste buds, singed his palate. He inched forward in his chair.
"Eeeee!" Bonnie squealed, as the searing, moist tip of Louella's tongue fiddled with her clit, knocking it about like a tiny, scarlet punching bag. Then Bonnie's peals of delight dropped an octave and she was scooting forward to the edge of the couch, grabbing hold of her knees and spreading them, while at the same time tipping her cunt up into Louella's face.
Louella buried nose, lips, chin into the fragrant maw, her cheeks puffing in and out as she drove the tip of her tongue against the swollen flaps, down the slippery trough, and into the hole itself.
"YEEEEEE!!! YEEEEEE!!!" Bonnie howled, clutching Louella's head and snapping her bare buns up into the kneeling woman's chin, forcing the tongue to fly in and out of her pussy like the "skinned" looking, rough surfaced cock of a lower primate.
The room was choked with the scent of pussy-in-heat and everytime Vince took a breath he had to swallow a bucket of libidinally induced drool. He could feel the hormones pumping into his veins, readying him for the sexual combat that was now inevitable. He could no more hold himself back from a scene of this erotic intensity than a starving man could pass up a plate of char-broiled filet mignon. It rankled him, however, to know that these wild, cunt-lapping lesbians, these smug rich bitches had him figured so well... they knew that he couldn't just " sit there and not jump in on the action, regardless of his avowed intention to quit "working" for them. He felt like some kind of pawn, like a sexual puppet, a complete jerk, but still he reached for the zipper of his pants and took out his cock.
Meanwhile, Louella had begun to out-moan the woman who was getting the benefit of her talented tongue. She held her lips tight against the mouth of Bonnie's cunt and sent thrust after thrust surging up the tight, wet channel, all the while whinnying through her nose like a mad woman.
Bonnie, distracted by the general din between her legs, was determined to give Louella something to moan about. She lifted her right leg and pulled it up to her tit, compressing her body and contorting it, so that her whole bottom was tipped further up, so that directly under Louella's chin lay her winking pore.
"Oooh, honey," Bonnie wailed, digging her nails into the other woman's neck, "go down on my ass. Do my butt, honey. Do it!"
Vince could not believe his eyes. Louella removed her tongue from Bonnie's snatch, and, putting her thumbs inside the full cheeks of the tiny woman's ass, she opened up the tight crack, exposing the puckering ring of pink. Without so much as a "How do you do," Louella swirled her tongue over that funky font, bathing it in hot slobber.
"Ooooh!!! DO IT!!!" Bonnie screeched, lifting her ass, mashing her hole up against Louella's mouth.
The larger woman's lips fastened onto the round hole and then her cheeks went concave as she began to suck and lick at the captive rectum. Bonnie squirmed and squealed her delight as Louella gave her a magnificent rim job.
It was too much. It was too damn much for Vince to take. Crazy lesbians sucking on each other's cunts and asses, driving him out of his mind with fuck need. He lurched from his chair, staggered and slipped to his knees, and then crawled the rest of the way across the room.
Bonnie saw him crawling towards them and her eyes lit up, but she said nothing to her busy lover.
Vince threw himself on Louella's back, ripping the lime green bikini right off her body.
"Uhhhhhhmmmmm!!!" she groaned... but she didn't even look up from the cunt and anus under her face.
Vince didn't pause to ponder the smooth round buns he found under the bikini. Instead, he gripped them and spread them and thrust his mouth between them.
Louella stuck her ass up high in the air, giving Vince primo access to the orifice of his choice.
Vince chose the greater of the two evils. Driven by an urge that he didn't begin to comprehend, he pressed his mouth right on her red hot rectum. He shivered at the amazing heat, at the velvety soft skin on his lips. And then he tasted it. To his surprise, it didn't taste like much of anything... but it felt fantastic against his tongue. Wheezing with the sex chucks, he swirled his tongue over her asshole, polishing it, buffing it. His ministrations had a rapid and violent effect on Louella.
"UHHHHH!!!" she howled, arching her head up, backing into his lashing tongue... and in so doing, knocking him completely off balance.
Vince, his head bent at a terribly awkward angle, had to either fall on his back... or break his neck. He fell on his back.
Instantly, Louella dropped her bottom on his face, pinning him to the carpet with ass and cunt. He tried in vain to push her off, but soon gave up as he felt her squirming, trying to get the proper orifice seated over his mouth. The proper orifice in this case was the one that he had so recently polished.
Vince winced as her cheeks mashed into his cheeks, as the pouting ring of her pore prodded his mouth, pushing his lips apart. Things were moving about above him... he could barely hear over the rustling of thighs across his ears. Then something hot and wet closed about the head of his cock. Lips! Bonnie's lips? Vince's hips bucked up from the floor as those lips dove down over the head of his cock, down over the straining shaft, down to the thick base... and back to the head again.
"Do it to her!" Bonnie yelled from a million miles away.
Vince allowed the protuberant ring to slip into his mouth. He surrounded it with his lips and poked the hole tentatively with the tip of his tongue.
That was all Louella needed. Her sphincter, well-trained in such matters, came apart easily at the touch of his tongue, letting it slip inside, and then, with powerful muscle contractions, sucked it all right up her ass.
Vince struggled to pull free of the suction, but could not. Moaning, he lay trapped with an ass on his face, an asshole sucking at the root of his tongue, and a pair of lips doing swan dives down over his hard cock. In a fleeting moment of lucidity, he cursed himself for ever setting foot in the house, for listening to their stupid game. Then the red mist closed in and Vince began sliding his tongue in and out of the tight flexing passage.
Louella immediately started moaning like a banshee. Vince could actually feel the vibration in the buttocks in his hands, in the sphincter on his lips. Then the weight on his cheekbones lessened... and, with a rustling of silky thighs, the body, the ass, the asshole that pinned him began to move, to lift and rotate at the same time.
Vince felt his tongue being pulled from his head and twisted and for a second, he was afraid that it would be ripped out by the roots. But then, quite suddenly, the pore that held him relaxed and his tongue slipped free of its nasty grip. Above his head, a hairy cunt was turning, preparing to lower itself upon his open mouth. He glanced down at his cock and shuddered. Bonnie was straddling his hips, holding his gross cock in her tiny hand, fitting the bulb to her loose and fuck-ready slit. Then the lights went out.
The scent of hot pussy assailed his nostrils and then the taste, the feel of it was mashing down on his mouth. He stabbed up with his tongue and speared a dripping hole, a seething hole, and then the hole began to move. Louella was actually humping his head, fucking his tongue! Her pussy mouth slipped up and down his stiffened tool, squeezing it gently.
And there was a terrible pressure on the head of his cock. A pressure that slowly gave way to delicious heat, to slippery tube, to moist cunt sliding down over the head of his cock. Bonnie spitted herself on his meat and then began to ride it like a pogo stick, making it dart in and out of her cunt with brisk flips of her hips.
Vince lay there, oblivious to everything but the joys of the flesh, a veritable sea of them, that engulfed him. The pussy that slipped up and down his cock was very tight and very hot... and it seemed hotter still, when, after rising to the top of his rod, it would pause, ponder, and let the slippery trail of lubricant dry for an instant, cooling off his turgid meat, before slipping back to encompass it, to devour it with its tight, blazing channel, to make a final, passionate twist upon its base, making cuntlips smooch down, dripping hot goo over his balls. The pussy on his face kept on pumping, humping, making his tongue surge to the depths of its being again and again. It felt like his whole face was being sucked up into that funky, musky morass. He wallowed in the sensation.
Oh, somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that he was being used... and rather ruthlessly at that... but he could not bring himself to be shocked by that. After all, aren't all "professional" athletes used? Aren't they all mere fodder for the all-consuming deity of Sport? He couldn't kid himself that he was being held there "against his will," that he was "only obeying orders," either. He dug it. Dug being the centerpiece in a sexual tableau. Dug having the foxy broads pushing their pussies at him, over him, on him.
The pussy on his cock made its quick trip back up the throbbing shaft... and slipped off. Vince felt Louella lean forward and her cunt tipped up so that he could drive his tongue much, much deeper inside her. As he was greedily exploring her inner recesses, a different pair of lips fastened onto his cock... Louella's lips. In a single, mind-boggling lunge, she bottomed him, took every inch of his cock down her throat and ground her lips down onto his scrotum.
Vince's tongue darted frantically as those searing lips travelled back up his shaft, sliding over the tender, tumescent folds of his nerve bundle. And then the lips were gone. Only to be replaced once again by Bonnie's red hot cunt. She slipped all the way to the base of his dick like a shot and began scooting her ass against his nuts, bashing her clit into his pubes, making his cock head do lunatic figure-eights deep in her pussy.
In Vince's mind's eye, he saw the frenetic activity above him. He saw the two naked women seated on either end of his being, like he was a living seesaw. He saw that the fulcrum of the human teeter-totter was the slippery knob atop the arching, aching shaft of his penis. As Bonnie's cunt left his friction reddened bulb, Louella's lips caught it. He could see her shove the pussy juice drenched cock down her throat, her jaws straining, her cheeks distended, her lips blubbering about the sticky, icky base. And, as her mouth retreated, as soft palate and uvula thumped over the tip of his knob, a seething wave of her drool rushed down his cock, cascading over the tender spheres of his gonads. Then she was gone and Bonnie was clambering back onto his cock, sliding down the greased pole to hump wildly upon his stump. The sensation was unending; it was truly the fabled "rutting madness."
Vince was certain that this was how it was going to finish, that his cock would go off in one or the other of the two channels... and very, very soon. Already, he could feel the tingling, tickling radiance in his testes, feel the movement of the great snow geese flock high in his ass. Vince was right about his orgasm coming very, very soon, but dead wrong about it happening inside Louella's mouth or Bonnie's cunt.
Without warning, the moist pussy on his mouth lifted off, dragging his tongue from its dim depths. Vince blinked at the bright light, trying to focus on the tiny woman who slid up and down his raging boner. Before he got his eyes adjusted, she was gone. His cock snapped back down into his stomach with a soggy thwack!
Vince closed his eyes and grimaced. He was so close to cuming that he could almost taste it. Hot fingers closed on his dick and he looked down to see both of the women kneeling over his meat, one on either side of his waist.
"Yummmmmmm," Bonnie whined, gripping his cock by the root and making it stand up. She opened her mouth and gave the slimy head a big, juicy lick, as if it were a strawberry flavored ice cream cone instead of turgid man meat.
"Mmmmmm-nummmm," Louella countered, leaning in and lapping at the other side, wrapping her fist about his cock just above Bonnie's hand.
Then both of the women gave his cock a pump.
Vince jerked up from the floor, his back arching, his fingers clawing at the carpet. "Uhhhh!" he said, shuddering at the insane power of the double fisted grip, the insane pleasure flurry it sent crashing into his balls.
Louella, her mouth hanging open, tongue lolling, mashed her lips about the right side of his dickhead. Bonnie did the same thing from the left side. They held his tumescent bulb trapped between their scorching lips.
"Oooh! OOOH!!" Vince warbled as their tongues began to dart, to slide over his pudcap. They were frenching each other around the head of his dick. The sucking, slurping din of their lovemaking vibrated up and down the length of his choad, causing the tickling in his nerve bundle to suddenly expand, to go nova.
"Mmmmmmm," the women hummed in unison, giving his cock another mighty pump.
Vince's back snapped up from the floor again, and as it did, as the flapping geese made their hasty exit from his rectum, as his balls glowed incandescent, a gusher of milky white spewed up from his slot... a pale comet of semen arching towards the ceiling.
Moaning like maniacs, Louella and Bonnie gave his root another stroke, fighting with tongue and lips to get a taste of his sperm as it shot forth. Even as the second gooey salvo was coursing up the inside of his dick, the first returned to splatter upon the heads and faces of the delirious women who had summoned it forth.
Vince watched through his orgasmic haze as the females went wild, licking and sucking the gobbets from each other's faces. Then his cock pulsed again and sent the second wad spraying over their chins, up their noses, over their lashing tongues.
"Uhhhhnngghh... " Louella groaned as her partner in perversion stole the tepid treasure from her very lips.
Bonnie was truly a fiend for the stuff. She butted Louella back with the top of her head and fastened her lips on Vince's dicksnout just as the third and most voluminous charge exploded. It filled her mouth, rushed down her throat, choked her, backed up into her palate and came running out of her nose.
"Uckk!" she cried, wrenching her mouth off the fountaining tool.
Louella then took on the role of the human Handi-wipes as she licked off her lover's face and proceeded to clean Vince's cock in a similar manner.
It was another hour before Vince was able to get his hand on the knob to the front door.
"Drop by anytime you feel like quitting," Bonnie quipped. She lay on her back on the rug with her head on Louella's tummy.
"Anytime at all... " Louella said, giggling.
"Sure. Very funny," he said, turning the knob.
"... And don't forget that you're supposed to work for Jessica Wainright tomorrow," Bonnie told him.
"Unless, of course," Louella said, "you want to try quitting again... "
Vince closed the door on their peals of demented laughter.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Vince dreaded another confrontation with Jessica Wainright. If the group of women was as close as they made out, she had to know that he'd already fucked and sucked all of the others; she had to expect that the same treatment was her due. And Vince had no intention of making love to her. He was prepared to avoid it at all costs. The very idea made him sick to his stomach... after all, she was old enough to be his mother.
Not that she looked, dressed or acted like anybody's mother he'd ever known. Whose mother answered the front door in a see-through, pink, shorty negligee with a red satin cut-out bra and red, frilly, crotchless panties on underneath? Whose mother, without so much as a "hello," would throw herself bodily at the boygardener, mashing her tits into his chest, lewdly groping his cock and balls, catching his thigh between hers and rubbing her bare, hairy mound up and down on it?
"Wow! Wait a minute, Ms. Wainright!!" Vince said, shoving the horny woman off him and holding his arms outstretched to keep her at a safe distance.
"I've already waited too long," she told him. "You're just playing with me, teasing me, and I won't have it! Come on now, let's get down to business." She lifted the hem of her nighty, showing him the salt and pepper mane of her pubes, the fat, wide mound of her pudenda, and, under the dense fur, the swelling purple-tinted horse shoe of her pussy. "For openers, you can lick my cunt... "
Vince looked down at her hairy sex and his mouth immediately filled with thick, anticipatory drool. No! He wasn't about to do anything of the sort. Not to her. Not ever. "Hey, look," he said, "I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything, but... well, you're just not my type... "
"What?!" Jessica said.
"... You're not my type... "
"But all of the others are?!!" she said.
Realizing that he'd taken the wrong approach, Vince tried another: "Ms. Wainright, the vibrations between us just aren't there... "
She smirked at him. "I don't want to hear a bunch of hippy double talk, Vince. I'm tired of excuses. I want some action... "
Vince swallowed hard and played and played his hole card... a very pathetic hole card at that... "You just don't turn me on," he said.
Jessica's eyes widened and then she broke into a broad smile. "Ha!" she said. "That's a laugh. Why don't you take a look at yourself, dummy. What is that bulge in your crotch... a couple pair of extra socks? Come on! I turn you on all right and you know it."
Vince didn't have to look down to know that his dick was standing up at full attention. He'd sprung a boner the instant he saw her, the instant she'd opened the door. She turned him on and then some, but that wasn't the point. What then was the point? Was it really that she was "too old," that she was old enough to be his mother, that making it with her would be some sort of quasi-incest... or was it simply that he felt he had to draw a line somewhere, at something, that there had to be something he would not do, some depravity that he would not sink to, some sexual act that he would not indulge in, for fear that he... the Vince Caruthers that he thought he was, athlete, moral human being, former Cub Scout... would slowly dwindle away, would melt down to feed, to give mass to his insatiable gonads, until all that was left of him was a six foot six inch cock and a pair of fifty pound balls?
"Look," he said, his voice suddenly choked with emotion, "I just need a little more time to think... "
"More time?!" she said, aghast.
"... Just a couple of hours, that's all. Just to get my head together about everything. I mean, things have been moving so fast that... "
"All right, Vince," Jessica conceded, letting her negligee slip back down. "But in two hours you'd better be ready to make some love... "
"Sure," he said with considerably more certainty that he felt. "Sure I will. Thanks."
Jessica sighed and said, "Well, I guess I could go out and do some shopping I'd planned on doing this afternoon. Michelle, my maid, is going to be cleaning the kitchen today... scrubbing the floors. You can think about getting your head together while you help her do that... "
"Oh, wow... " Vince muttered under his , breath.
Jessica took him into the kitchen and introduced him to Michelle, the black maid.
"Oh, wow," Vince said again under his breath, but with an entirely different intonation.
Michelle was something else. She was about five foot six in her regulation, black patent leather, spike high heels. Her skin was very dark brown, like bitter sweet chocolate and her face was very much like a kitten's... small pointed chin, wide cheekbones, slightly slanted eyes. Her eyes were almost black in color and they twinkled as she looked him over. Her mouth was full-lipped, generous; the dark brown of her face giving way to a deep, burnt red on her lips. When she smiled, she showed him lots of white teeth and gums that were the color of caramel. She was wearing a cute little maid's outfit, the standard black short dress with white lace collar, apron and cuffs. And she was packed into it. The bodice of the dress was pushed way out by her big, firm tits and the fabric was stretched tight across their peaks. Her waist was so slender that it was down right unlikely and the swell of her more than ample hips was truly amazing. She had a big, round bottom that was very apparent under the short skirt and on her long slim legs she wore black nylons.
"Michelle," Jessica said, "Vince is going to help you with the kitchen this morning... "
"Mmmm, that be pretty good," Michelle said, grinning broadly to her mistress, "I sho' could use me the he'p... "
Jessica then turned to the leering Vince and said, "I want you to do whatever Michelle says, understand? While I'm out she is the boss... "
"I understand," Vince said, beaming down at the black woman.
"Do he be a good worker?" Michelle asked, sizing him up with a half-smile on her lips.
"He's a bit slow," Jessica said meaningfully, "so watch him."
"Ooh, I'll do that, ma'am. I'll keep him on his toes," Michelle promised. "Now, Mr. Vince, I think you'd better start filling up my buckets with hot water... "
Vince carried the empty containers out to the laundry room and turned on the hot water. When he came back to the kitchen with the first pair of filled buckets, Jessica had gone upstairs to change.
"Put them down anywhere, Vince," Michelle said. She gave him a sexy wink. "And take your time. We aren't about to kill ourselves, now are we?"
"No, ma'am," Vince said, grinning.
By the time Jessica came back down to the kitchen, fully dressed and ready to do her shopping, Vince had just managed to get all the buckets filled. They stood in a steaming line across the Solarian floor.
"Is that all you've accomplished so far?" she demanded of Vince.
"Aww, it's mah fault, Mizz Wainright," Michelle piped up. "I had to sweep first befo' we could get ourselves started... "
Jessica smiled at the black woman maternally. "That's all right, Michelle. Just make sure that he doesn't goof off behind your back... that's not what I'm paying him for... "
Vince barely restrained a giggle.
"He won't be doin' no goofin' off while I'm 'round, ma'am. Count on that," Michelle reassured her.
"Good. Well, I'm going now," she said, looking at Vince. "I'll see you in two hours."
As soon as Jessica's pumpkin colored Porsche Targa peeled off down the horse shoe shaped driveway, Michelle said to Vince, "You aren't fucking her, are you?"
"How do you know that?" Vince said, more than a little surprised.
The black woman brushed a bit of imaginary lint off her sleeve and flashed him a big smile. "Because when she isn't getting what she wants, she goes through a lot of those expensive, imported, steel belted radials. She must've put down two hundred dollars worth of rubber on that driveway last week... "
Eager to change the subject, Vince asked, "What happened to your uhh accent all of a sudden?"
"Oh, I jes do dat fo' Mizz Wainright. She expects it of me and it makes things go a lot smoother between us."
"Hmm," Vince said, shaking his head.
"You don't approve of a little foot shuffling?"
"It seems kind of dishonest... "
"You got a lot to learn about Ridgecrest Hills, baby," she told him. "You and me are wage slaves and we have to play ball to get along... "
"Not me," he said. "I don't really need this job." He was sorry the instant the words left his mouth because they implied that he was "better" than her. He didn't want her to think that he meant "better" because he was white.
But Michelle didn't seem to think anything of the sort; in fact, she put aside his statement of honky independence with a wave of her hand. "That's got nothing to do with it. Whether you 'need' the job or not, you got it. She had herself another young boy from the high school a while back who wouldn't play ball, either. I think his name was Freddie Sokol... Sokololov... Soko-low?"
"Fred?" Vince said, recognizing the name of the school's all star football line backer and the Valedictorian of the senior class.
"Uh-huh," Michelle said. "He put up a good fight... kept old Jessica hopping for almost two weeks, but she got him in the end. She always gets them in the end... and when she does, Mr. Vince, you'd better believe that she makes them pay for making her wait... "
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know, I don't have to spell it out."
"Spell it out."
"There are things that a woman can do to a man when they are making love that don't do too much for his ego, his head. Do you want me to list them?"
"No," Vince said. He began to feel like the whole thing was really hopeless, that he'd never get out of the mess that Warburton had got him into, not without some permanent scars, either on his person, or on his criminal record, or both.
Michelle started pouring the cleansing powder into the first bucket of water, humming softly to herself.
"You aren't one of them, are you?" Vince asked.
Michelle looked up from the bucket. "Me?!" she said, wide-eyed with shock. And then she started to giggle. "Oh damn!" she said, looking down at the quantity of powder that had gone into the bucket. "I put too much soap in for sure... "
"You're really not one of them?"
Michelle giggled again. "Not quite," she said, looking at the backs of her hands. "This kind of suntan doesn't go over too well at the Country Club... "
"And you don't ever... uhh... fuck with them, either?"
Michelle shook her head. "I am not only the wrong color to be admitted to the Ridgecrest Bridge Club, but I am the wrong sex to be fucked by them, too... "
"Huh?"
"If I was a big black stud, they'd fall all over themselves to get at me. You'd better believe that. But as it is, I am doubly discriminated against... and that's fine with me. It's one of the few times that being shut out of Whitey's World is a blessing. Doing stoop labor for them is bad enough... being a whore for them, well, you know... "
Vince swallowed a painfully large lump. "Is that what I am... a male whore? Is that what you think?"
"You said it, Mr. Vince. Not me."
"But dammit, I didn't start doing it with them for the money. Christ, at two-fifty an hour... "
"Two-fifty?!" Michelle gasped.
"... I'd have to be crazy."
"That's the truth, baby. You'd be selling yourself short and then some... "
"How can I explain it to you?"
"Look, Vince, you don't have to explain anything to me."
"I know. I know. But I want to. It's important that I explain it all to somebody. I guess it's like this: you know a kid my age doesn't get all that many chances to get laid... "
"A kid your age and your color... "
"I'll have to take your word for that. Anyway, maybe the big chance will only come up a couple times in a whole year... at the Drive-in or at a beach party. And it's never ever a sure thing. And even if you make it, there's all the guilt afterwards and the fear about the chick getting pregnant. I guess, when you get right down to it, it's not a whole lot of fun... "
"Not the way you tell it."
"Doing it to older women is really much better. Especially when you think about time and hassle and results. I mean, they don't worry about the same things a young chick worries about... like what her girlfriends are going to think if word ever gets out, or what her future husband will think when he gets up on her for the first time and finds out that he isn't the first. And then there's also the fact that they've got all that experience with men and sex and all. They know just what to do to make a guy feel horny... "
"If you think it's so wonderful, why aren't you doing it with Ms. Wainright?" Michelle said, dipping her mop in the soap bucket.
"I don't know... " Vince said. "... for some reason I just don't want to... "
"Well, if you believe what you said about 'experienced women' being the best," the maid said, slopping the mop onto the floor, "then you should want to because she is experienced with a capital 'E.' I've been working here for three years and I swear that every other week she's had some new stud... young stud... walking in."
"Maybe that's it," he said, "maybe I don't want to be some face in a long line, just a hunk of meat... "
"If you're thinking about getting two-fifty an hour and love, too, you can just forget it," she said. "Damn, look at all that suds! Vince, grab that brush and kind of go along behind me and sweep it up... "
Vince did as she asked, getting down on hands and knees and scouring the tile.
"No, not like that," she told him, putting down her mop and taking the brush from him. She knelt down on the floor in front of him with her back to him and showed him how to do it.
Vince stared straight ahead, but his eyes weren't on the brush action. Michelle was bent way down over the brush, practically dragging her tits on the floor, and her ass with stuck up high in the air. Vince looked right up under her short skirt at her smooth brown thighs, the black garter belt that held the nylons up, at the ridiculously tiny white lace panties that covered her full cheeked ass. Through the white fabric he could see the deep crack between her buns and a bit of shiny black pubic hair curling about the crotch band. It was pubic hair the likes of which he had never seen before. It was super kinky stuff, coiled like tiny springs, and very dense, if the shadow on her fork was any indication.
"Now what are you looking at?" Michelle said, peering around her ass at him. "Are you looking up my dress?"
Vince grinned sheepishly.
"And I swear, if you haven't gotten yourself all excited in nothing flat... "
The lump in his jeans was not only blatant; it was flexing ominously.
"Well, you can just put those dirty thoughts out of your mind, Mr. Vince," she informed him, "because they aren't going to do you a bit of good."
"Aww, Michelle... " he said, reaching up and sliding his open hand against the inside of her thigh.
She let him get all the way up to her cunt, let him actually clutch her plump, fuzzy mound, before she slapped his hand away. "Now, you stop it! I mean it!"
"Are you afraid of getting pregnant, Michelle?" Vince teased.
"Get pregnant from your hand? Not likely!"
"What about getting pregnant from this?" Vince said, jerking open his zipper and pulling out his hard cock.
Michelle looked at it for a long time. "For a white boy you sure have a big one... " she said, giggling.
"Why don't we have some fun?"
"Now, now," she said, waving her hands and shaking her head, "we can't have none of that... "
Vince reached out and grabbed her left breast, squeezing it hard, trying to make her feel his caress through the intervening bra.
"Oww! You hurt me," she said, slapping his hand. "If you don't stop it, I'm going to tell Ms. Wainright... " With that, Michelle started to stand up. She got about half way when the soapy floor slipped out from under her. She landed ass first on the wet floor with her legs spread wide.
"Are you all right?" Vince asked.
"Uh-huh, I think so," she said, somewhat dazed.
Vince stared down into her spread fork. "What the hell," he said to himself and lunged.
"Ooooh! OOOOOH, STOP IT!!" Michelle wailed, pounding on Vince's back. He had rushed headlong between her legs and fastened his mouth right down on her crotch. "Oh, Baby, don't do that to me! Please!!"
But Vince was eagerly exploring the hot fork under his nose. He squashed his nostrils to her pussy and took a long sniff. It was strong stuff, indeed. More musky and moving than any snatch he'd had the pleasure of inhaling so far.
"Uhhhh!" Michelle moaned as she realized what he was doing between her legs. "Ooh, you'd better not do that cause that stuff doesn't ever come off... "
Vince put his mouth down on the top of her slit. It was blazing hot through her panties and almost instantly a heavy lubricant seeped through the fabric and into his mouth.
"BABY!!" she cried, clamping her knees behind his he-id.
Vince had curled his finger about the damp crotch band and dragged it off her juicing cunt. Then he had mashed his mouth down on her bare pussy. As the powerful flavor exploded on his tongue, he went wild, licking and sucking at the mass of kinky fuzz, at the blue dark sex lips. Her whole pussy came apart at the first touch of his tongue and he was lapping furiously up and down the dewy valley that led to her hole.
"OOOOH, BABY!!! BABY, DON'T!!!" she bawled, her thighs squeezing tight around his head, hauling his face down on her meat harder. "DON'T DO IT UNLESS YOU MEAN IT!!"
Vince showed her that he meant it. Putting his hands behind her knees, he forced her thighs up, forced her to curl up like a pill bug until her knees touched her tits. Then, with her slippery cunt tipped up, with the dark lips peeled back, showing the creamy pink sex flesh within, he rammed his tongue deep in her snatch.
"UHHHHH!!!" she cried, snapping her hips reflexively to meet the thrusts of the tongue that spitted her.
It was all Vince could do to keep his mouth on her cunt, so violent was her squirming, her writhing, her humping. Her juice smeared all over his face, from forehead to chin; her pubic hair was sopping with it, as were her jutting asscheeks.
"OOH, GET IT!!" she beseeched him, grabbing him by the hair and making his face grind into her gash, his nose twiddling her clit.
Her pussy squeezed on his tongue and he knew she was coming. He held on for dear life while the maid thrashed out her joy, dragging the both of them across the floor in her excess of enthusiasm.
Finally, she lay still and Vince pulled himself up from between her legs. She took one look at him and started giggling.
"You sure are a mess, Baby," she said. "You got my stuff and hairs all over that pretty face of yours. Come here... "
Vince let her pull him on top of her, taking his cock in hand and bending it down as he did so. While Michelle licked his mouth, his tongue, his eyes, Vince prodded around between her legs with his hard cock.
"To the left," she prompted him. "No, Baby, here... "
A warm hand caught the head of his dick and stuffed it into an even warmer pocket. Her cunt was incredibly juicy, so juicy, in fact, that his cock practically slid up it of its own accord.
"Ooh, you so big!" Michelle squealed, throwing her thighs about his waist.
As the blazing ring of her pussy tugged at the root of his cock, he was ripping at the top of her dress, trying to get at her tits.
"Ooh, wait... don't tear it," she said, grabbing hold of the bottom of her bra cups and lifting, causing the huge brown boobs to spill out under his very nose.
Vince threw himself on the chocolate nipples, nursing and chewing on them as he slowly began to slide his cock in and out of her.
"Uhh! OOOH! You're doin' it! Doin' it now," Michelle whined, falling into the rhythm of his fucking. Her pussy made loud, hot-to-trot sounds as it gobbled up his cock.
"God, you're so wet!!" Vince moaned, feeling the hot, viscous lubricant rush down over his balls.
"Ooh, fuck me, Lover. Fuck me hard!" she begged him, grabbing his small ass in her hands, digging her fingers into the tight furrow and pulling his dick into her.
They screwed like that, mind-bogglingly slow and rhythmic, for a long time and then Vince had an inspiration of sorts. He pushed up off of her and dragged his cock from her pussy.
"Turn over... quick!" he said, helping her with his hands. He made her get into the same knee-chest position that she scrubbed floors in and threw her skirt up over her back. He pulled her panties down around her knees and swung it behind her.
"Ooh, Baby, come on!!" she said, waggling her bare ass at him. Between the big, dew-drenched cheeks was a small, round, very dark brown ring. Below the puckering pore, hung a shaggy mass of wet hair and the parted drapery of her cunt.
Vince tore his gaze away from those creamy depths and, without pausing, put his index finger to her anus. In one deft movement, he corkscrewed his digit up her ass to the knuckle.
"YEEEEEE!!!" Michelle screeched, pressing her cheek flat to the linoleum.
Vince looked down one last time at her pussy. He swore, as he twisted his finger in her ass, that he could actually see her start to cum, see the mouth of her cunt begin to convulse. Then he stuffed his cock in her pussy hand over fist.
"Unnnff! Unnnff!" she huffed as the dual probes bored into her.
Vince made a dozen or so tip-to-root lunges and twice that many fingertip-to-knuckle thrusts before Michelle began to scream. If he thought he had a wild woman on his hands before, he was sure he had one then. She started shaking her head all around and dragging her tits across the floor and flipping her ass back into his cock thrusts so hard that he had to hold on to her hips or be bucked off. Then her pussy went into terminal spasm and the powerful milking seizures put Vince over the edge.
As the steam heat of orgasm hit him, as the pulses of sperm sped up his cock, he jerked his cock free of her cunt, tore his finger from her ass.
"BABY!!!" Michelle cried, reaching behind her ass, trying to grab him and stuff him back in.
But it was too late. Vince held his slimy cock as the spurt session started, held it aimed at those big brown cheeks of hers. White goo splattered on brown asscrack, dribbling over brown asshole, dripping onto hot brown pussy.
"Oooh, YESSSSS!!!" she squealed, taking her own crack in hand and spreading it, so he could spray her everywhere.
Vince had launched a second volley directly at her winking rectum when a door slammed behind him.
"What is all the racket a... " Jessica began.
Vince turned from the gooey brown bottom just as the third salvo spat forth, missing brown bottom and landing across the inside of Michelle's knee.
"YOU BASTARD!!" Jessica shrieked, grabbing the nearest weapon, which, luckily for Vince, happened to be no more deadly than a wet mop. "DIRTY LITTLE BASTARD!!!"
The first swing missed by a mile and Vince didn't give her a chance for a second. He broad-jumped over Michelle and bolted for the door, stuffing his still-squirting cock down his pants, and then proceeded to run the fastest half mile of his entire life... an incredible accomplishment when you consider that he was laughing hysterically the entire time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Vince figured he had a good reason to laugh. He was sure that he had grossed-out Jessica Wainright, that she wouldn't ever want to have anything to do with him again, that he was rid of the Ridgecrest Hills Group Grope Society once and for all. As it turned out, however, he was a bit premature in his assessment of the situation.
Later that same evening, he got a phone call from Sharon Beasely and had another chance to laugh... this time out of the other side of his face.
"Vince?" Sharon said. "This is Sharon Beasely... "
"Oh?" he said without interest.
"Something's happened and I have to talk to you... "
Vince had heard that one before: get the kid alone and flash the snatch at him and he'll do cartwheels all night long. "I don't want to talk to you," he said.
There was silence. Then Sharon said, "Look, this is very important and I have to talk to you right away... "
"Go ahead and talk," he told her. "I'm listening... "
"No, it has to be at my place. We have to be alone."
"I don't think so."
"Oh, Vince, it's about what happened this morning... "
"Huh?"
"About you and Michelle and Jessica... "
"What about me?"
"Oh, I really don't think I should discuss it over the phone," she said. "Then forget it... "
"No! All right, I'll tell you. Jessica has convinced Michelle to swear out a complaint against you... "
"A complaint?!! About what?"
"She's ready to say you raped her... "
Vince nearly swallowed his tongue. "What?!!" he croaked. "Me rape her?!! Why that's crazy! She wanted it at least as much as I did. Why would she say something awful like that? She seemed like such a good person... "
"Jessica paid her a lot of money from what I understand," Sharon said.
"And just why are you telling me all this?" he demanded.
"I don't want you to have to go to jail because of Jessica's spite. No matter what else I am, I'm not that terrible a person."
Vince sat down on the couch. It was either that or fall down. His head was spinning.
"You've got to come over here so we can figure some way out for you," Sharon said. "Maybe we can talk to Michelle and get her to take it all back? Maybe we can go to the police first? Oh, I don't know! We've got to try and do something before it's too late!!"
Vince shivered. "Too late" was when the cops came to his house and, before the eyes of his astounded parents, handcuffed him and took him away in a squad car. "Too late" could be any minute.
"It'll take me about a half an hour to get over to your house," he told her.
"I'll be waiting for you," Sharon said. "Please hurry." Then she hung up.
Vince made the half hour trip in twenty minutes, his mind full of visions of his own doom. There was no doubt about it... his whole future was on the line. Even a hint of some kind of rape scandal would wreck his chances for a college basketball scholarship at a Bigtime University, which would in turn wreck his chances of making a professional team, which would eliminate the possibility of his doing foot deodorant spray endorsements or of his opening his own fast food restaurant franchise after he retired. Who was he kidding? If word of this got out, even if it was later proved to be a mistake, they wouldn't even let him sweep out the gymnasium as a janitor.
When Sharon answered the door in a floor-length, black lace peignoir and nothing else, he knew he'd been suckered. He just didn't know how much... yet.
"You made it over here so quickly!" she said, standing there with her red hair piled up on top of her head, showing her long, graceful neck, her lush body backlit by the flames from her fireplace, her womanly curves outlined in brilliant technicolor.
"Yeah," he said, wiping his brow, "I pedaled as fast as I could."
"Come in, quick, before you get a chill," she said, stepping aside to let him pass.
As Vince brushed past her, he looked right through the black mesh of her negligee. He could see the heavy globes of her tits, the big, pink, bull's-eye nipples, and, between her thighs, even the red hair on her cunt. For an instant, he remembered quite vividly the smell of her body, the taste of it, the feel of it on his mouth, his tongue, his cock. The memory, despite all intentions to the contrary, stirred certain unmistakable throbbings in his crotch. Vince bit the tip of his tongue.
As he stepped into Sharon's living room, he realized with a start the full extent of his suckerdom.
"Hi, Vince, honey, Bonnie said. Dressed only in white high heels and a pair of strawberry colored bikini panties, the tiny woman was curled up in an armchair with a glass of something that looked like champagne.
"Hello, Vince," said Louella, who was seated on the leather couch, sipping a glass of the same beverage. All that Louella wore was scarlet lipstick on mouth and nipples and a black velvet choker.
Vince hadn't seen this picture before, but he knew the storyline by heart. Hoping to make a quick exit, he turned on his heel and ran right into Sharon, bumping into her resilient tits.
"Ooh! Easy, Lover," she said, taking her breasts in her hands, lifting them, and squeezing them tenderly. "They bruise... "
"I'm leaving now," he told her, stepping around her and heading for the door. To his surprise, no one made a move to stop him. It was almost like he was a free man. Almost. He stopped with his hand on the knob and turned back for a last look.
"He's leaving, Sharon," Bonnie said, sticking her tongue into the champagne and lapping at it like a cat.
"So he said," Sharon said. "I guess he's not afraid of the police... "
"Why should he be?" Bonnie said. "His father has a lot of pull with the department... he's in the restaurant business."
"Herbie's Burger-licious, isn't that it, Vince?" Louella asked.
Vince said, "All that stuff about the police and Michelle and all, that was just a trick to get me over here, wasn't it?"
"Was it?" asked Sharon.
"Just like it's a trick now to try and get me to stay here," Vince said.
"And why, pray tell, would we want you to stay here against your will?" asked Bonnie.
Vince smirked. "You know. You know damn well why. To get me to fuck you and do all that other stuff... "
"What makes you think we're interested in you?" Louella said.
"Conceited little man," Bonnie said.
"How do you know that we're not waiting for some real men to drop over?" Louella said.
"Come on!" he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Or maybe we're just having a little sisterly get-together?" Bonnie said.
"That I can believe," Vince said. "You are plenty weird enough for that."
"I think the boy is getting nasty with us," Bonnie said.
"And he thinks we're tricking him about the police," Louella added.
"Vince," Sharon said, "would you like for me to call the police and tell them you're here? I'd be more than glad to... and it certainly would lay to rest any nagging doubts you may have about whether any of this is true... "
So, there it was. The quandary. Vince could only play things one of two ways. He could call their bluff and tell Sharon to go ahead and make the phone call... or he could quietly go along with whatever fun and games they had planned for him. The first way he risked the unknown... may be nothing, maybe everything; the second way... well, he knew pretty much what he was risking there.
"Why are you doing this to me?" he asked. "What have I ever done to you?"
"No, Vince, not us. To Michelle. You did it to Michelle," Louella reminded him.
There was no point in talking to them about his "innocence." He wasn't even sure that he was actually accused of a crime.
"If I stay, then what?" he asked, looking at Sharon.
"What do you mean?" Sharon responded.
"I mean what happens with this Michelle thing? If I stay, what are you going to do about that?"
Sharon exchanged meaningful glances with the other women and then she said, "If you stay until we say you can leave, then we'll see what we can do about making Michelle change her mind."
"That's all?"
"It wouldn't be fair to make a promise that we couldn't keep, now would it?" Sharon said.
They were taunting him, teasing him, goading him and he knew it. He also knew that in all probability the whole thing was a giant hoax, that Michelle had made no complaint, that the police weren't after him, that they were blackmailing him with nothing. But he wasn't prepared to risk his livelihood to find out.
"Ok, I'll stay," he said.
"What's that?" Bonnie asked. "I'll stay!" he said.
"That's very kind of you, Vince," Sharon said, smiling. "It's always nice to have a young man around. Now, why don't you take a seat anywhere and have a glass of champagne with us?"
Vince sat down on the other end of the couch from Louella. Her nipples, stiff little tubes of lipsticked meat, gleamed greasily in the firelight, and the brown, fluffy hair between her legs looked very, very soft. He shifted about uneasily as his cock began doing frantic push ups against the inside of his zipper.
"Here you go, Vince," Bonnie said, handing him a broad brimmed glass full of the pale golden liquor.
"A toast to the man of the hour!" Sharon said.
As the women tipped up their glasses in sarcastic salute, Vince did the same. The acrid bubbles burned the inside of his nose, but the booze tasted marvelous. He downed his glass and Bonnie instantly re-filled it.
"I think he likes it," Louella said, turning towards him, her smooth breasts looking even smoother in the flickering light, in the mellow atmosphere. She put her hand right on his cock.
Vince didn't knock her hand away. What was the point? His cock bucked up against her palm and the delicious heat that filled his stomach began to shift to his gonads.
"Hey!" Bonnie said, "None of that, Moore!"
"She's right, Louella," Sharon said. "It's not time for that yet."
Louella drew her hand back.
"Ummmm," Bonnie cooed, drinking deeply from her glass. "Champagne is a treat for the tongue, isn't it Vince?" She waggled hers at him. "It makes it ever so much more sensitive... "
Vince watched as the tiny woman leaned down and flicked said tongue over Louella's painted nipples. The Widow Moore sat there on the couch, eyes tightly closed, nostrils flared, fingernails digging into the leather, as her taut little buds were knocked about by Bonnie's tongue.
Sharon, not wanting to be left out of the fun, put down her glass and sat down on the couch on the other side of Louella. Then the redhead lifted Louella's right breast and popped the scarlet nipple in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," the tit-licking, tit-sucking women moaned in unison.
The object of all their attention began to breathe in ragged little gasps, began to sigh with growing passion. Her nipples were being sucked quite hard... both tits were drawn into an oblong shape by the lips tugging at their tips.
Vince drank some more champagne. Louella's nipples had become even harder than before. They stuck out from her supple domes like red pencil stubs and the lipstick that had adorned them was smeared all over their peaks. As he watched Bonnie and Sharon's tongues swirl round and round those pert buds, he got a terribly dizzy feeling. He'd been drunk before and he knew that what he was feeling wasn't an ordinary alcohol high. Had they drugged his champagne? And if so, why? He'd agreed to do whatever they asked.
The two women finally ceased their licking of Louella's nipples and sat back to admire their handiwork.
"Such tasty nipples," Sharon said, reaching for her glass.
"You're almost out of bubbly," Bonnie said, picking up the bottle. Then her eyes lit up. "No, honey, hold your glass down here... "
"Ooooh!" Louella cried as Bonnie took the glass from Sharon and placed the rim against her hairy cunt. The widow immediately opened her thighs as wide as they would go, scooting her bare buns to the edge of the seat.
Sharon held the glass by the stem while Bonnie tipped the big, green bottle over Louella's pubis. Pale liquor splashed over the fluffy brown pubes and down over the fat lips of her sex.
"OOOOH!!!!" Louella shrieked, clutching her tits and snapping her hips.
The champagne flowed down over her snatch and into Sharon's glass. The entire time the liquid flowed over her crotch, Louella shuddered and moaned and gasped in ecstasy. When the glass was full, Bonnie stopped pouring and Sharon held the bubbly brew up to the light.
"Marvelous!" Sharon said. Then she looked down at Louella's damp fork, spread out so nicely before her, little glistening droplets of liquor hanging in the curly hairs, clinging to the lips of her sex. "But we mustn't waste any of it... "
Sharon bent down and put her mouth to Louella's cunt. The seated woman jerked as if she'd been given a galvanic shock. Sharon's tongue flipped out and began sliding over the mat of hairs, sweeping up the drops of booze, slipping down over the puffy lips of Louella's cunt, teasing them.
"Uhh! Uhhhh!" Louella groaned as the redhead's tongue squirmed between her flaps, searching out the red hot nub of her clit.
Sharon's forehead rubbed into the brown down, her nose slipped into the ever-widening gulley, her lips smooched their way to the nadir of the hair-rimmed gash.
"UHHHH!!!" Louella cried, her hips flipping from the couch as Sharon's tongue found her hole and stabbed up it. "Oooh, it tingles so!!!"
Bonnie smiled at the gawking Vince and said, "That's the champagne, honey... those magic bubbles."
Vince's mouth was bone-dry. He took another swig of his drink. It was very hot in the room, uncomfortably hot, and his face felt flushed, as if he'd just played an entire quarter of non-stop basketball.
Sharon, her mouth fastened to Louella's pussy, proceeded to do a primo tongue job. Vince could see the glistening root of it darting back and forth, surging up the juicy tube; he could see how Sharon's moist lips sucked upon the entrance to Louella's twat, her cheeks going concave from the effort.
"Ooh, I'm getting all turned on," Bonnie said to Vince. "See?" She stood in front of him, showing him the narrow band of translucent, strawberry colored nylon that was the crotch of her panties.
Even in the poor light, what Vince saw there between her slim thighs made his heart pound. The dainty crotch was sopping wet from clit to ass, and when wet it became transparent, so that against the pinkish fabric he could clearly see the wet tendrils of her pubic hair and the angry red lips of her pussy.
"Louella needs another little drinkie," Bonnie said, stripping out of the damp panties, grabbing the champagne and climbing up on the couch.
To Vince's astonishment, the tiny woman then straddled Louella's head, throwing one leg over the back of the couch, pushing the widow's head back and her chin up and then, with her juicing cunt held an inch or two above Louella's mouth, she commenced to pour the liquor over her cunt.
"Mmmmm!" Louella crooned, holding her mouth open and catching the tingling spray on her tongue.
It was evidently more difficult to pour the wine over oneself... probably due to the stimulating effect it had on the pudenda... because Bonnie couldn't seem to make the liquid pass over her pussy in a single stream. It broke up into many tiny rivulets and dripped all down the inside of her thighs, as well as all over Louella's face.
When Louella choked and sputtered for breath, Bonnie stopped pouring and plopped her cunt right down on the nearly orgasmic woman's mouth. Instantly, Louella's tongue went into action, driving up into the juicy folds, spearing the tender cunt passionately.
"YEEEEE!!" Bonnie screeched, throwing her arms up in the air, grabbing hold of her hair and pulling it, clutching her tits and mashing them up against her chest. And her hips rocked back and forth in a short, juicy track, dragging her dripping cunt over Louella's upturned face.
Vince took another sip of champagne. His upper lip was numb and his arms felt terribly heavy... but his cock! His cock throbbed with life, practically begged to be let loose upon the various orifices of the whimpering women.
Orgasm came to Bonnie and Louella at about the same time. Amid much moaning of mouths and sputtering of cunts, the two women thrashed and jerked, grinding their convulsing pussies into the darting tongues that spitted them.
Then the little menage a trois fell apart. Sharon sat back on the rug, her face gleaming with slick dew. Bonnie swung her leg off the back of the couch and slumped down beside Vince. Louella looked over at him with eyes all soft and mellow from orgasm.
"It's Vince's turn now," the widow said.
The women seemed to come out of their postcoital coma. Sharon stood up, her peignoir slipping apart, exposing the huge mounds of her tits, nipples now stiff and aching, the soft skin of her stomach, the red of her pubes, and, between her thighs, all over the inside of her crotch, was smeared her own, viscous lubricant.
Vince was mesmerized by the glistening skin. He hardly felt the fingers pulling, tugging at his clothes, undoing his shirt, unzipping his pants. Then the ache in his cock disappeared and something hot and hard and sweaty thwacked him in the chest. He looked down and saw the blind, drooling head of his own cock staring up at him. He started to giggle.
"Ooh, I'm so thirsty!" Bonnie said.
"Me, too," Louella said.
A hand grabbed hold of Vince's cock just behind the head. A very hot little hand. Bonnie's hand. Waves of delight racked Vince's being as the little hand pumped up and down on his turgid meat, causing the loose outer sheath to slide over the rigid inner bone.
Then Bonnie bent his dick down and Louella's hands were on his knees, pushing them apart. He looked down to see the widow kneeling between his legs, in the shadow of his stiff prick. She took hold of it by pinching his nerve bundle between her thumb and forefinger and held the great knob above her open mouth.
"This is going to feel marvelous, honey," Bonnie told him, raising the green bottle, tipping it, sending a rush of bubbly wine splashing down upon his cock.
Vince nearly squirted on the spot. The liquid was cold and the effervescing bubbles tickled and tingled down his throbbing, raging bone.
"God!" he croaked, raking furrows in the couch with his fingers.
The torrent of liquor sped down the top of his dick and cascaded off the swollen knob right into Louella's open mouth. Louella gurgled and gargled her joy, gulping frantically to get all the wine down, to keep up with the flow.
She could've drained the whole bottle that way, but Bonnie, too, was in need of refreshment. The tiny woman stopped pouring and handed the bottle to Sharon, saying, "Ooh, do it for me... "
Bonnie knelt beside Louella, pressed her cheek to hers, and opened her mouth. Sharon tipped the bottle and the sparkling brew splattered down on the dense nest of his pubes, then down the length of his cock and over the faces of the delirious women.
Skyrockets zoomed between Vince's ears. He was almost terminally excited. The sensation of bubbly liquid rushing over his cock, his balls, the sight of the two lovely women, kneeling, cheek-to-cheek, tongues lashing, fighting over the stream of liquor that rushed over the tip of his cock was devastatingly thrilling for him.
And then the last of the champagne went dripping down his cock. Sharon tossed the empty bottle to the couch and stepped up on it. Her fingers caught in his hair, twisting it, twirling it sensuously. Vince looked up into that red-bearded cant of hers and began to slobber like a fool. She was so wet! Everywhere between her legs there was moisture, slick, fragrant, female moisture. The smell of it racked his brain and made his cock pulse violently.
"Ooh, Lover... " Sharon cooed, forcing his head back.
Vince moaned as her slippery thighs, so silky smooth and warm, slid over his cheeks, as the musky fumes of her sex washed over his upturned face. He didn't wait for the fat hairy hummock, the gaping, steaming slit to mash down on his mouth. He thrust up his tongue and licked it of his own accord.
"OOOH!!" Sharon whined, her velvety buttcheeks nuzzling his chin.
Vince tasted her juice, felt the hot, buttered velvet of her cuntlips on his tongue and he strained against the fingers in his hair, fingers that held his head pinned to the couch, strained so that he could press his lips to that dripping font, so he could kiss and suck at the very entrance to her pussy.
Even as the tip of his tongue pushed aside the heavy flaps, peeling them back with furious licking caresses, even as it squirmed up the delicious channel, the knob end of his cock was bathed in slippery heat. Lips were sucking on his cockhead! Lots of lips! Lips swarming over it, spreading hot, lubricating slobber everywhere they traveled. And tongues, too! Tongues swirling over the dripping slot, sweeping away the thick drizzle of pre-cum, tongues curling about the shaft and masturbating it in a moist fist, tongues lashing over his nerve bundle and down over his slowly shifting balls.
As the flurries of joy raced down his meat, he re-doubled his cunt gobbling efforts. He sucked hard as he thrust his tongue up, striving for more and more depth and he made his tool flap about wildly inside her, brushing over the slippery walls of her pussy in flip-flopping frenzy.
Above the rustle of thighs on his ears, he could hear them moaning and groaning... all three of them. It was like visiting day at the dog pound. Baleful, anguished cries that sent chill after chill racing up his spine. Then a cry much louder than all the others: "OH GOD!!" Sharon screamed, her pussy clamping down on his darting tongue, halting its motion, milking it from root to tip in powerful rippling spasms.
That marvelous feeling, after all the stimulus that preceded it, was the straw that broke Vince's will. Thunder roared in his ears, the inside of his skull flashed white, bright blinding white, and his cock exploded in ecstasy.
As the first teeming spurt left his dick, spraying over whose face he did not know, he felt his cock being lifted up... and then Sharon's cunt was sliding off his face. In a single, crystal clear moment between the flashes that illuminated his brain pan, he saw and felt his upturned cock shoot... shoot a great pearly dollop of come straight up... straight up into the descending asscheeks, asscheeks shining with his slobber, of Sharon. The white gob splattered, burst into thousands of tiny gobbets, raining over her pendulous cuntlips, her thighs, her red fur. And then a terrible heat engulfed the head of his cock, then the shaft, then the whole thing from tip to root.
Sharon wailed as she sat down on his spurting pud, as the hands of her friends guided her gushing cunt and his cock together. She impaled herself to the hair on his immense, pulsing choad, coming all the while, completely ga-ga from orgasm. And as soon as the tree limb bottomed her, the convulsions of her cunt sucked the high pressure charge up from his nuts. She could feel the searing fluid fountaining up inside her.
"UHH!! GOD!!! YEEEEEE!!!!" she wept, fighting against the hands of Bonnie and Louella, hands that held her hips still, that held the mouth of her cunt down tight upon the base of his cock.
Vince wallowed in the sensation, unable to keep his mouth closed, unable to lift his hands, to do anything but spurt. The fist in the hot buttered velvet glove teased and coaxed the sperm up his cock, fluttering over its tumescent length. He sent volley after volley flying up that juicy channel, came until he didn't think he could come any more... and then managed another teaspoonful.
Eyes tightly closed, he revelled in the aftermath of his prolonged orgasm... in the waves of delicious warmth that swept over his body, in the tingling in his cock and balls, in the searing rush of his own come as it slipped from Sharon's cunt and rushed down over his crotch.
Then hands lifted the sobbing, shuddering Sharon off of his still-hard cock.
CHAPTER NINE
Vince's cock once again thumped against his chest... only this time it sprayed his chin with hot effluvium. Then a hand closed upon it and tugged. Obediently, Vince followed the lead, slipping off the couch and onto the shag carpet on his knees.
Things were happening faster than he could fully comprehend them. He seemed to be a half-second late, behind reality. He was still thinking about slipping off the couch when he felt something warm under him, something moving between his legs. It was Sharon... upside down. She shoved her head between his thighs, locked her arms about his legs and lifted her head. Instantly, a fantastic heat washed over his balls. She had them in her mouth! Both of them!
Vince's cock thumped violently against his sternum as the waves of pleasure activated it. He looked down into Sharon's spread crotch, at the cunt he had just fucked. The lips were dark red and plastered back against her mound; the red hair was saturated with spent sperm and pussy juice. He mumbled something and started to lower his head, to go down on the bun he had just buttered.
"No, honey!" Bonnie scolded, lifting his head by the chin.
Something warm and very smooth brushed his belly. He put his hands on it. Silky contours. It was Louella. Louella backing her cunt right up into his cock. Her hand reached under and caught the head of his cock and brushed it over the dripping mouth of her pussy. Immediately, his hips began to churn.
"That's the way," Bonnie said, bending down and giving his bare ass a hard smack with her open palm.
Vince's butt jerked forward.
"UHHHH!!!" Louella groaned as the heavy probe slid up her cunt to the hair.
Vince started fucking her hard, slamming his dickroot into her bottom, making her thighs quiver and shimmy. Everytime his cock would ram home she would grunt.
"Uhh! Uhhh! Uhhhhh!" she said, lifting her ass into his thrusts.
And then her voice was somehow muffled, somehow different. Vince leaned to the side and, through the haze that clouded his vision, saw the reason: she was in the midst of sucking Sharon's cum-filled cunt. Her face was buried in hot, steaming muff; her fingers clutching at the shining buttcheeks, hauling them up into her frantic, full mouth kisses.
He fucked her even harder, watching her face mash into Sharon's juicy gash; and as he did so, he felt Sharon's lips slip from his balls, her breath gusted over the slobber she left there, and then, moaning like a whippet-in-heat from the thrill of being gobbled so ravenously, Sharon applied her lips and tongue to his rectum and began giving him a frenzied rim job.
Something then blocked his view of Louella's tongue diving into Sharon's cunt. Hips. Crotch. A tuft of brown fuzz atop an angry red pussy. It was Bonnie. She didn't have to ask him to go down on her. He reached out and caught her round buns in his hands and dragged her pussy onto his mouth. Growling like a dog with a big juicy prize, Vince began slavering, tonguing all over Bonnie's pussy. The tiny woman stood there, on tiptoe straddling Louella's body, her cunt tipped up into Vince's swirling, stabbing tongue.
"OOH, HONEY!! HONEY!!!" she bawled as his tongue flailed over her flaps, as it slipped into her pussy.
His mouth locked onto a musky, juicy cunt, his cock plugged into a flipping, slippery cunt, his asshole being licked and sucked simultaneously, Vince experienced a thrill like he had never even dreamed possible. The overwhelming sensation, the tidal wave of pleasure, drove him back into the recesses of self, back into the tepid pool from whence he sprang. He wanted it to go on forever, wanted the sliding, sucking, thrusting to never stop.
The pussy on his face came, squeezing, strangling his tongue, sputtering its joy all over his face. But Vince remained undaunted, deep in the comfort of his own little corner of the world, his mental swamp. The pussy sliding over his dick came, too. It sucked and fluttered over the whole length of his cock, trying to tease from it the teeming goo, the wild fuck joy, but to no avail. Even the crazy, circular motion of Sharon's tongue upon his anus could not shake him from his reverie. Then, quite suddenly it seemed to him, it was all over.
"Huh? What?" he said, squinting about him. He lay on his back in the middle of the living room rug and his arms and legs were spread out in all directions. He tried to move but there were weights on wrists and ankles, immovable weights.
"How do you feel, Vince?" said the weight called Bonnie.
The whirling of the room slowed a bit and Vince lifted his head and blinked. Bonnie was holding his right foot to the floor and Sharon had his left. Louella was sitting on his left hand and... a surge of adrenalin shot through him... Jessica sat on his right.
"Hello, Vince," Jessica said. "Sorry I was late... "
Vince let his head fall back to the rug. So this was it. He was going to be forced to do that which he refused to do of his own volition... forced to perform on the naked person of Jessica Wainright.
"Why me?!!" he howled at the ceiling.
"Why not?" Jessica said, stroking the muscles of his chest, scratching his small nipples into erection.
"It was all just to lead up to this, wasn't it?" he said. "And the story about Michelle making a complaint to the police was bullshit?!"
Jessica tut-tutted him. "You shouldn't have done what you did, Vince... "
"You know I didn't rape her!"
"Not that. I mean, shoot your stuff all over her."
"Huh?"
"... You humiliated her terribly and she's a very proud woman. That's why she charged you with rape... "
"I don't believe you!"
"I think you do, Vince," Jessica said. "Deep down, you do believe me." She glanced at the other women and then said, "We can't go on holding you down like this all night long... it would limit our activity too much... and we would hate to do something so crude as to tie you to the furniture, so we are going to let you go."
Vince blinked at her. "You don't mean 'let me leave,' do you?" he said.
"No, not that," Jessica said, smiling serenely, touching the bloated head of his cock with her cool fingertips. "Not yet. We're going to release your arms and legs, but you aren't going to move from this position unless we tell you to... "
"I'm not?"
"No, because if you do, we will call the police and hold you here until they arrive... "
Vince went completely limp. What was the use? What was the point? "All right," he said, "you win. But get on with it! Get it over with!"
"No, no. It mustn't be like that, Vince," Jessica said. "It must be perfect. You must want me... terribly."
"Oh, for god's sake!" he said, gritting his teeth against the ripples of joy that her fingertips sent flying down his cock.
"Let him go," Jessica said, rising to her feet. Above his head, her shaggy, purple lipped pussy loomed.
The other women obeyed, removing their persons from his hand and ankles.
"It's time for some more wine, don't you think?" Bonnie asked, holding a fresh bottle aloft.
"I'll bet Vince is thirsty after all that work," Louella said, giggling.
"Give it to me," Jessica said. Then she stepped over Vince's supine, spread-eagled body, and kneeled around his head.
Vince shivered as he felt the crisp nest of her pubes brush his chin, his neck. He stared into the puffy horse shoe of her pussy, at those dark labia, at the contrastingly pale, milk white skin of her inner thighs and buttocks. Something glistened in the tight cleft between the lips and he smelled her woman scent. Unbidden, his cock began to flop about on his chest and his mouth seethed with copious drool.
"Open your mouth," Jessica said, angling her pussy over his face.
Vince did as he was told. He was so close to her sex... his lips barely an inch away... that he could feel the intense heat radiating from them, could almost taste the musk that wafted over his face.
Jessica poured the wine into her pubic hair and let it trickle down over the lips of her cunt, through the widening slit where it picked up some of the glistening woman juice and carried it along, down over the very entrance to her pussy and then streaming down, off her body and onto his gaping mouth.
The cold liquid splashed on his face and he swallowed it frantically... it was either that or drown. He shuddered as the flavor hit his taste buds. Pussy! The wine tasted just like pussy. It had taken on all the characteristics of the cunt over which it had been poured, the hairs through which it had been filtered: raw and musky, tangy and keen, with a biting edge of buttfunk lurking in under the crisp bubbles.
"Oooohhmmmm," Jessica moaned as the tingling fluid caressed her pussy. She continued to pour until more than half the bottle was gone.
Vince gasped for air, choking, spitting the liquid out of his wind pipe. He was bathed in the essence of Jessica's cunt. His whole head was drenched in the altered champagne; his hair was plastered to his skull by it. As Vince caught his breath, the power of the wine hit him like a sledgehammer right between the eyes. It filled him with a hunger, an urge to copulate, to ejaculate the likes of which he had never known.
"Uhh!" he grunted, lifting his head, pursing his lips, planting a moist, tender kiss right on the dewy mouth of Jessica's cunt.
"Oh!" she exclaimed in delight.
"He's coming around already!" Bonnie said.
"We're going to have us some fun tonight," Louella said.
The three women looked to Jessica for a sign, a signal to begin, but she said nothing. She nuzzled her hairy pudenda into Vince's chin and watched how desperately he tried to twist his mouth down, to get his lips and tongue on her sex. Then she pulled back and said to Vince in a husky, passion-filled voice, "Do you want me now, Lover?"
Slowly the words sank down through the layers of red mist and penetrated Vince's altered consciousness. Did he want her? He did not pause and ponder the question. He spoke back immediately, his tongue thickened by the liquor, "Yesss!"
Jessica smiled down on him, lifting her pussy from his chin. "No you don't," she said. "You haven't even begun to want me... "
She signalled the women to begin.
Vince felt fingers upon his cock, fingers lifting his balls, fingers touching his rectum. "Huh? What's going on?!" he moaned.
Jessica knelt by his head. "Relax," she told him. "It will be over in a second and then we can begin... "
"I'll fuck you now," he said. "I'll suck you, too. You don't have to... HEY!!!" His whole body jerked as the slippery fingers slipped something up his ass, something with lots of bumps, hard bumps on it. It felt like a tree trunk had been crammed up him. "What's that?!!" he cried. "What is it?!!"
"Relax, it's only a cord like this," Jessica said, gently slapping his face with a leather thong about five inches long. The thong had knots in it every half inch or so.
"Christ, what is it for?" he moaned.
"It's for me," she told him, "and me only. As long as this is pressing against your prostate you will be unable to orgasm completely. You will come and be unable to finish, to ejaculate. You will keep on coming until I release you... until I pull this from your ass, one knot at a time."
"God!" Vince cried.
"... And everytime a knot pops out, you will spurt a little bit... then stop... and hang suspended until I pull again and let you spurt a little more... "
Feeling the accursed thing against his buttocks, Vince shuddered. Then he told himself that, no matter what happened next, he would be unchanged, he would walk away the same as he came in. He told himself that over and over again, knowing full well that it was a lie.
Then it all began and he couldn't concentrate on anything but his groin, his cock and his balls, and the three women hell bent on driving him mad.
Sharon, Louella and Bonnie surrounded his cock: Sharon kneeling between his legs, Louella kneeling on his left, Bonnie on his right. They put their hot moist mouths on the base of his arching dick and, all at once, started kissing and licking their way to the knob.
The heat of their breath alone almost drove him over the brink. He could feel their moaning, groaning, snuffling right through the shaft of his dick. And then the solid ring of tongues slurped over his bulb. Sharon's tongue lashed over his nerve bundle, over the seat of all his pleasure, while Bonnie and Louella polished his cleft, while they tried to insert the tips of their tongues into his slot.
It was too much. Vince felt the waves of tickling joy build, rippling over dick and balls and belly and thighs, and then, instead of the keen thrill of ejaculation, instead of the bliss of ultimate release, nothing.
"NOOOOO!!" he howled. He could feel his asshole squeezing at the cord, trying to force it out, but it would not budge. He wanted to come. To come! And he could not. His whole body was awash with fuckjoy and yet he could not make it happen.
He lifted his head from the floor and watched the mouths slavering over his meat... every lick sending him slamming into the wall that blocked him, that refused to let him tumble into the chasm. He fell back, flipping his hips futilely, and sobbed.
"A pillow for your head," Jessica said. "So you can watch... " She slipped a throw pillow under the back of his head and then kneeled beside him, watching his face as he viewed the action.
The women stopped their maniac dick-licking and escalated the neural assault. Bonnie and Louella remained on either side of him, while Sharon stood up. The women held his tumescent cock pointed up and Sharon straddled his waist, opening her juicy, already-fucked cunt up for him to see. Then she fitted the gross knob to her pussy and, in one blinding maneuver, impaled herself to the hair on his cock.
Vince's whole body arched up from the rug as the sheath of blazing, slippery pussy swallowed his cock. He groaned piteously as he was once again hurled against the wall that blocked his orgasm... hurled by his own desperate need.
Then Sharon let him slip out and it was Bonnie who straddled his glistening meat. She aimed and dropped her bottom in one move and her pussy, tighter and hotter than Sharon's, ate his dick alive.
Battered by his own frustrated hunger, by the seething hormones that filled his veins, by the wave of joy that lifted him but never broke, the wave that kept on lifting him higher and higher, he twisted his face towards Jessica. "Please!" he said. "Please!"
Jessica watched Bonnie's cunt slide up off his cock, her swollen little labia sucking, pursing out as they traveled up the shaft, and then she said, "Do you want to lick my pussy now, Vince?"
"God, yes! Please! PLEASE!!" he said.
Jessica swung her knee around, straddling his head, and held her pussy just out of tongue's reach. Vince strained and stretched trying frantically to make contact with those dark lips, that gray bush. Then, smiling triumphantly, Jessica lowered her cunt to his mouth, mashing her big, wet labia onto his lips.
At the feel of the moist drapery on his lips. Vince thrust up with his tongue, driving it deep into her pussy. He moaned. The taste of her cunt was much stronger than that of the wine, much stronger than that of Michelle. It rasped his palate and filled him with an even wilder lust. As he flailed his tongue about inside her pussy, as her thick juice rushed down his throat, as she bucked and humped on his head like a rodeo rider, the seams of his mind began to crack. His balls felt huge and distended, like a pair of beach balls nestled up against his ass. And the pleasure that held him in its merciless grip, that refused him a moment of release, began to border on pain.
Then Jessica's cunt came off his face, leaving it all slippery and wet from her dew. Through the haze, Vince thought he could see her, standing over him, her cunt all peeled back and dripping.
"Do you want to fuck me, Vince?" she asked. "GOD, YES!!" he shouted, bucking his hips in the air.
"How much?" she said, beaming down at him.
"More than anything... ANYTHING!" he told her.
Jessica smiled at the others and stepped back, her feet on either side of his hips. She reached down and lifted his lubricated cock from his chest, cradling it in her palm, aiming it straight up.
Vince began to tremble as those big, soft labia of hers touched his aching bulb, as the snug mouth of her sex slipped over it.
Then Jessica dropped her full weight on his cock and rammed her pussy down to the root of it. The hot, buttered folds of her pussy rocketed over his meat and then she was holding him... just as the pleasure was holding him... deep within her.
"Mmmmm," she said, "it is big. Much bigger than Robert's. Much stronger." With that she began to hump him, to cause, with sensuous, rolling motion of her hips and ass, his cock to slog in and out of her cunt.
Vince lay there, floating on a sea of pleasure-pain, aware of the juicy tube that caressed his penis, that twisted down over it, aware of the grunts and groans of the woman who rode him, aware but totally incapable of movement, of sound of his own. The fissures in his skull were widening, and a thick, golden liquid, like hot honey, issued from them, dripping down his "God! GOD!! OH!!" Jessica wailed as her frenzied self-impalement on the monstrous cock brought her to orgasm for the third time in as many minutes.
Vince felt the seizures of her pussy as it slid up and down his cock. He felt them and was glad. Glad because the added fillips those convulsions gave him barely caused the big wave to lift him at all. He was as far from earth, from California, from home, from basketball, from sanity as he could be taken... or so he thought.
Jessica, her eyes wild with the fever of repeated multiple orgasms, lifted her ravaged bottom, her fuck reddened cunt from his cock. Her hand slipped down over his balls to grip the leather cord. Gently, she gave it a small jerk, just enough to bring one of the knots up against the inside of his sphincter.
Vince's back arched up from the floor as the incredible joy surged through him, picking him up and slamming him against the invisible wall. So close!! That single move of cord through his pore had almost done it.
Jessica picked his cock up from his chest and aimed it at the ceiling. "Do you want to cum now?" she asked him.
"YESSS!!" he cried, thrusting his hips towards heaven, making his dick flip through her fist.
"Watch this carefully, girls," she said, wrapping the end of the cord about her fingers. She gave the cord a strong tug and one dark brown knot popped from Vince's tightly closed ass.
That was not all that happened.
Vince's body convulsed as the knot was hauled over his pore and a tiny gap in the wall opened up. For a delicious, indescribable instant he was cuming! CUMING! A single spurt of sperm raged up his cock.
The women gasped as the white bullet spat from the head of his dick. Powered by the tension that racked him, it shot straight up to the ceiling in a sizzling line of white... and splattered there, to shower down upon their upturned faces like sticky, pearly rain.
And then it was gone. The hole in the wall was gone. And the wave tossed him up and down, scrambling his thoughts, his consciousness.
"Did you like that, Vince?" Jessica said.
"UHHHH!" he moaned.
"Do you want me to do it again?"
"UHHHH!!!"
"Then tell me... say it... "
"God, PLEASE!!!"
Jessica ripped three more knots out of his ass. Every knot brought an abrupt, fifty foot drop in the wave that buoyed him up, brought an ecstatic explosion in nuts and cock, brought another skyrocketing spurt of come from his slot. And then it stopped.
"FINISH IT!!" he begged her.
Jessica, cord in hand, once more mounted the head of Vince's cock. This time the head was slick and slimy with spent sperm and when she bottomed him, when she shoved his meat to the depths of her being, she sucked in air through clenched teeth and her pussy instantly began to spasm about the broad root.
Vince lay there, quivering, squinting up at her face, squinting against the pleasure her sloppy, searing cunt was giving his prick.
"Do it!" cried Sharon, Louella, and Bonnie.
Jessica looked down at the boy writhing under her and smiled. Then she closed her eyes and moved her hand towards Vince's ass so some slack would come into the cord. Then she snapped her wrist and another knot popped through his pore.
"YEEEEEEE!!!" she screamed as the penis pulsed in her pussy, as the gob of boiling sperm shot into her body.
Vince moaned and thrashed, and bucked his hips up for more.
Her thighs trembling, Jessica jerked again... and again she was rewarded by an ominous pulsation that pushed the walls of her cunt apart, by a heavy charge of man juice splattering her pussy.
Knot by knot, spurt by spurt she was bringing Vince down and in the process, giving him a nearly fatal dose of ecstasy. He could hardly breathe for the pressure on his chest, for the crazy thumping of his heart.
Jessica, too, was being powerfully affected by the action. Her cheeks were flushed bright red in the centers, her mouth hung open, her tongue lolled, her chest heaved agonizingly. Weakly, she held up the end of the knotted cord... begging one of the others to take it, to finish the game for both of them.
Bonnie took the cord, her eyes huge with excitement, and Louella seated herself firmly on Vince's groin with her pendulous cuntlips hanging down over the base of his dick, touching his swollen balls.
Slowly, Bonnie pulled on the cord, increasing the tension gradually, making the knot grind into Vince's pore before suddenly popping free.
Vince jerked, his hips flipped, his cock thrust in and out of Jessica's cunt once, and a wave of white goo fountained up from his cockhead.
"UHHHHHH!" Jessica wailed, her tits jiggling from the impact of his cock, her mind racked by orgasm, her pussy squeezing, squeezing, squeezing.
Bonnie, delighted by the effect of her action, jerked harder... much, much harder. The five knots that remained in Vince's rectum slipped out and the cord came away free in her hand.
Five knots... five spurts. Five marvelous explosions in cock and balls. Jessica screeching on every pulse, on every spurt. Vince jerking about like a puppet under her, flipping his hips maniacally. And then the last knot left his ass and the wall came down. Vince toppled head over heels into the abyss. No longer controlled by the row of knots, his orgasm took its natural course... albeit it considerably more violent. He lurched up from the floor, grabbed Jessica by the ass and proceeded to whip his non-stop spurting cock to her... his hips a pale blur, his dick a red one.
Jessica continued to screech, even as her pussy milked the turbid load from his thrusting cock, even as the fury of her last orgasm leveled her senses.
After Vince finished his fuck, the two of them lay there on the rug, connected by the length of his rigid cock, panting. The other women sat panting as well and no one moved to pull them apart for a long time.
Finally, Jessica seemed to come to her senses and pushed up off his chest. When she looked around for help, her friends came to her aid. Grabbing her about the waist and under the armpits, they hoisted her up off the still-raging boner. As her pussy parted company with his cockhead, a great gout of trapped sperm and lubricant escaped her pussy and fell, splattering, all over Vince's belly, thighs, cock and balls.
Moaning like nitwits, the three voyeurs swarmed over the spread-eagled boy, licking and sucking him clean, pressing their hot bodies to his.
Vince wriggled and writhed against them, delighting in the feel of their skin, their tits, their asses. He felt wonderful. He felt totally at peace, totally satiated. When they finally stopped their caressing and stepped back to join Jessica, he sighed deeply.
"I love you," he said to the women.
They broke into harsh peals of laughter, slapping each other on the back in their merriment.
"NO! I MEAN IT!" he shouted.
They laughed even louder.
Vince was crushed, but not flattened. He was soon to be flattened.
When the laughter subsided, Jessica said, "You can't love us. We won't allow it. After tonight we will never see you again... "
"No!"
"That's right, Vince, honey," Bonnie said.
"We're tired of you," Sharon told him.
"It's time for someone new... " Louella said.
"And you, Vince, like all the boys who have come before you," Jessica said, "will be the one to choose your replacement."
Vince was flattened. He was also beside himself with anger. "You can't make me do that!.. Nothing could make me do a thing like that!!!" he ranted.
Jessica tut-tutted him. "Aren't you forgetting the little matter of rape?"
"Go to hell!" he told her. "That will never stand up in court. It's just Michelle's word against mine... "
"I wasn't talking about that," Jessica said, "and besides, Michelle never made a complaint... "
"Huh?"
"She was talking about the time you raped me," Louella said.
"And me!" Sharon said.
"And me!" said Bonnie. "And the time that you raped me," Jessica said.
Vince was completely dumbfounded.
"We will all swear under oath that you raped us if you don't do as we say," Sharon told him.
"You have three days to find a suitable replacement and have him report to work," Jessica said.
"Or else!" Bonnie said.
They had him right where they wanted him... right by the balls. They had used him up like a tube of toothpaste and now they were dumping him in the garbage. Vince was furious. He felt filthy, degraded... and the idea of his choosing another boy, another human being to undergo the same degradation was sickening. But did he really have a choice?
After he had pulled on his clothes, and as he was walking out the door, Jessica called after him: "Three days, Vince. Remember that. You only have three days."
Three days to find another lamb to lead to the slaughter. Vince unlocked his bike, climbed on it and coasted down the driveway. Heck, he couldn't even really blame Gary Warburton for what he did... not now, not when he knew the reason, the threat they held over his head. But there had to be a way! Someway to bring their twisted little game, their non-stop debauch, to a screeching halt without getting himself thrown in jail, or having his career hopes destroyed.
He was half-way home before the obvious answer came to him: What if the boy he chose as his replacement was handsome, manly and all that, but not the least interested in girls? What if the boy was only interested in other boys? What if the boy ran to his father when the whole ugly scheme unfolded? What if the boy's father just happened to be a Municipal Court judge?
"Thad Allen!" Vince shouted to the night sky. "You just got yourself a part-time job!"
