Bob Toy woke up refreshed and rested after a long night of auditioning new clients. He had decided about midnight that if he had to listen to one more guitar he would scream. Christ, every kid in the country wanted to play the guitar, and no one wanted to listen! The nightclubs were begging for piano players, and no one wanted to learn how to play! In the whole goddamned bunch last night there had been one piano player! One! Let's be grateful for small favors, he reminded himself as he plugged in the coffee. It had been a long time since he had found any at all, at least, any he could use. This kid was good, though. Richard Stacker, he mused, rolling the name over in his mouth, in his mind, giving it the best of his attention as he showered and dressed, making ready for the morning. The name sounded fine to him. He would submit it to Carol when she got up to see what she thought, though. Personally, he rather liked the name.
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Carol Toy, Bob's wife, had worked last night at the Golden Cobbler, and Bob had spent most of the evening with one ear to the guitars, which he knew ahead of time he couldn't use and the other ear listening to his own memory. He'd rather have been listening to Carol sing at the Cobbler, and bored by the mediocre guitars to which he was forced to listen, he amused himself by imagining her with her flaming red hair, her sexy personality, and her strong expressively throaty voice rousing the audience to tears or laughter, depending upon what she was singing. Christ, at thirty six, she knew her stuff, that woman! If he had more clients like his own wife, he would be a wealthy man! He could book her anywhere within her class!
Bob was excited as he entered the kitchen to get his first cup of coffee. The kitchen was empty and the house quiet as a tomb. Carol was still in bed, but excited as he was with the news of Richard Stacker, he could wait until his valuable wife had her beauty sleep. He knew what a club appearance took out of a singer. Yet in spite of the energy consumed, she did not usually sleep too late, not unless she really needed it. Apparently, he thought, stifling his fervor, she's had another rough night. He sat at the table with his coffee and started sorting a backlog of mail. Somewhere in here, he told himself as an incentive to thumb through the past week's pile of unopened letters, there may be another piano player. What if you missed him, you dope?
Of course, it was also possible that Carol had been up later than usual. She might have found herself a real live wire in his absence and managed a few drinks for herself and a little hanky-panky. She had a hyper-active pussy, his wife, and he wouldn't blame her for getting impatient lately, what with all this searching he was having to do for talent. Christ, there was plenty of talent but not the kind an audience would pay to see.
Kids were such damned idealists, and these days, they wouldn't listen to advice. If they wanted to play the guitar, then the audience was going to listen to them and pay to listen to them, even if they weren't enjoying listening to them! That was the arrogant attitude that he met over and over again.
"There's plenty of audience for the guitar," he told one kid just last night. "But it's a non-paying audience in a coffee house or something unless you get real good and hit it big! Me, I got to feed the nightclubs, and nightclubs want pianists. Come back when you learn piano!" Christ, did that kid get mad! But then the Stacker kid had come along, only eighteen! Bob had nearly flipped to see him sit at the piano. He thought he had sat down on the piano bench accidentally or to rest for a minute. He had been just about to ask the good-looking kid what he did ... play ... sing, when the boy had run his fingers over the keys as if he knew what the keys would do when you pressed them like that! Oh, God, where was Carol this morning? He could hardly wait to tell her! For one thing, they were going to need a player at the Golden Cobbler pretty soon. Eddy was retiring.
Bob Toy consumed his coffee in one gulp, poured a second cup and then lit his first cigarette of the day. That was pretty good, really, because his First cigarette used to come before the coffee, in fact, before he even got out of bed. Then he'd have one in the john and one as soon as he got out of the shower. That would be three before he even reached the coffee pot! Of course, he'd hate to have to count the ones he had smoked last night, listening to guitars ... or was it just one guitar that played all night? Christ, they all sounded alike to him!
He sighed. The stack of bills was a hell of a lot taller than the checks! Oh well, they weren't in poverty comer yet, and if they went into poverty corner, so would every other agent in the city. Maybe the kids were right, and the nightclub audience would listen to guitars when there was nothing else to listen to. He chuckled to himself. Thank God, there was always a Richard Stacker in the pile somewhere to save the piano! And there were women like Carol to belt out a song that stirred the good old fashioned emotions as well as the good old fashioned wallets!
At thirty six, Carol Toy was at her best, too. She would get even better, he supposed. They usually did. The kids had interesting voices, but you couldn't understand half the time what the hell they were singing about any more. It wasn't just the words that were missing, either, but the feelings! The kids talked about love with the same depth of understanding that women compared detergents in the television ads. They were like robots in the army of their peer group, and the big rock and roll stars were pulling the strings! Aaaahhhhhh, Bob Toy sighed again and caught himself as he reached for another cigarette. He pushed his chair away from the table. It was time to cook himself an egg. Christ, he would like two or three of them, but Carol had shouted "cholesterol" at him so much that it was in the same category as cancer was in his mind now, and he was trying to cut down on the cigarettes. Christ, there wasn't much of anything a man could have any more but sex! And the way his hours were conflicting with Carol's, he wasn't getting much of that, lately.
Of course, he could get himself a part-time girl. He had always managed to do with that before, but they were a pain, really. There were always plenty of beautiful kids who thought that letting him fuck them was an open door to success in the nightclub world all the way to television. But sooner or later, they would discover that he meant what he said when he told them there was more to it than that. For awhile their belief in their own talent would stop their ears, but as week followed week and the big nightclub date didn't happen, then they were forced to listen! They never believed what they heard, of course, that they didn't have what the nightclubs were willing to pay for! No. They had spent weeks on a doddering old forty year old man, and he hadn't come through with the sensational success they expected so they ranted and raved and yelled "cheat!" He was tired of the whole, goddamned thing! In vain did he take them to hear what it was the nightclubs wanted. Did they thank him for the opportunity, which they could never afford themselves, of hearing what it was they should be learning to sing? Of course not. They told him, in effect, that the nightclubs were old fashioned and would have to change to suit their style!
"Oooohhhhhhh," the redheaded agent groaned aloud. Where the hell was Carol? All ready he had forgotten what it was he wanted to tell her! He scraped his scrambled egg from the fry pan. He made a lousy scrambled egg. He should have waited until his wife got up!
The kitchen door suddenly opened, and a magnificently proportioned woman entered the room. She had the just-scrubbed-clean look and the damp smell of people when they have only just stepped from the shower and was clad in only her magenta-flowered robe. Her brilliant red hair, natural, hung loosely over her shoulders, not yet completely dry, and her bountifully curved body strained with each step beneath the snug material as if it were going to burst through the opening in front at any moment. Carol Toy carried herself with an air of feminine certainty that was fast becoming as extinct as the tiger, her husband thought with both sadness and admiration. Her head was high and her lips thickly sensuous as if continually about to fulfill some sexual promise ... which she was!
For Carol Toy was a sexual animal, and every song she sang promised a gratification of the senses that the drug-generation had blown, Bob was convinced. They only thought they were sexy. Christ, they didn't know what the word meant! She was something of a health nut, but she was convincing, too. At thirty six she hadn't a circle under her eyes, nor was there anything jaded about her attitude or her complexion. Her body was firm and smooth, and her mammoth tits tilted upwards in open defiance of her age.
Her husband was constantly amazed at the fact that the fast pace of their life left her face and body so unscarred. He smiled at her now, looking her over like an appreciative audience, for even without her makeup and especially without those damned lights, she was at the peak of her animal magnetism. When his lovely red-headed wife walked into a room, it was as if something sexual and much larger than life radiated among the other human riffraff. Wherever she sang, she won respect, even among the women, if reluctantly. The men, of course, were hypnotized by the super-sexual aura that constantly surrounded her, even when she wasn't belting out a song.
One of her amusing characteristics, Bob thought, was the number of lovers she could handle, and of both sexes! He liked sex! He loved it! But he tired much faster than she did even though he was only four years older. Well, it hadn't bothered them any. They each lived their own lives and yet were undoubtedly closer than any other couple they knew. His first wife had been the vine-covered-cottage in the suburbs type with no activities allowed that might lump the mattress or snap a bedspring! It was funny, he mused, watching Carol pour her coffee, how the vine-covered-cottage type always considered themselves less materialistic than the career minded. But, God, don't spill anything on the vine-covered-carpet because vine-covered things are to look at, not use!
He had a vine-covered daughter, too, he thought, wryly. Sandi Toy had lived with her mother for fifteen years, seeing him rarely. There could hardly be anything of him in her even though her hair was light brown, his natural color before Carol convinced him to dye it to match hers, and she had his blue eyes. Sometimes, when he was having paternal feelings about young Sandi, he wished he had left his hair alone. Christ, his hair and his eyes were probably all he had in common with his daughter. On the other hand, to be practical about it, he and Carol were referred to in the papers together as the redheads, and how often did an agent share his client's publicity? The red hair had worked for them. When a columnist wrote of the redheaded Carol's act, he couldn't help noticing the singer's redheaded agent, husband, sitting nearby and often mentioned him, too. Bob Toy got first pick of most of the talent that came into town because he was noticeable!
The red hair did much to add to his appealing boyish handsomeness, too, he knew. It gave him an honest appearance as well. He was willing to bet that his fresher-than-apple-pie look netted him fewer contract disputes than anyone else in the business. People trusted his red hair and his big blue eyes. Right now those big blue eyes were studying his wife, Carol, with a not-so-trustworthy gleam. She was buttering toast. Suddenly, she spoke.
"Well, you're not doing any handsprings this morning," she noted. "All strings and no keys again?" she asked, referring to stringed instruments versus piano keys.
But Bob, in spite of Richard Stacker, was too intent on studying his wife's robe and the way one of her tits pressed the flap open and tried to peek out. Still, he admitted having found one pianist.
"As a matter-of-fact, there was a pianist. Damn good one, too, only eighteen!" he said with some enthusiasm.
Carol smiled to herself. She had lived with Bob over ten years now, and she knew the symptoms! She had been neglectful lately, but only because he wasn't around that much! That wasn't his fault, of course. He was spending prodigious effort on a massive talent hunt. Good, usable talent was getting very hard to find. As she sat beside him, munching her toast, she let her fingers caress the inside of his thigh, knowing that her mere touch on that sensitive erogenous zone would really drive him to distraction.
"What does he play?" she asked innocently.
Bob got up from the table to put his cup in the sink and returned to put his hand on his beautiful wife's shoulder.
"Everything from the forties on, believe it or not!" he told her.
She rose from the table almost absently as soon as his fingers made contact. His hand slid to the smooth flesh of her ass, and he molded the warmly naked flesh of her half-moons with his fingers. As her soft asscheeks stirred against the pressure of his hand, he felt his prick twitch and stir uncomfortably inside his tight-fitting trousers. The lovely redheaded songstress nuzzled her face against her agent's cheek.
"I'm glad," she breathed heavily, letting her fingers wander over the growing thickness of his cock, gently squeezing the bulging shaft until it strained against the material of his trousers, threatening to explode through the thin fabric.
"I thought you would be," he told his wife in a kind of breathless whisper. Suddenly he felt his body convulse involuntarily with Carol's expert manipulation of his cock. Her fingers moved to his balls, and he shuddered from the exquisitely delicate contact. There was no remembering what he was trying to say now. She had made their discussion meaningless with her physical caresses, and pianists, while they weren't exactly a dime a dozen anymore, could wait until later!
Somehow, the handsome Bob Toy found himself sitting and his voluptuous wife sitting on his lap, the weight and heat of her firmly sculptured thighs burning through the tormented fabric of his slacks. He could actually feel the fire spread from between her legs and seem to melt into his rigid cock flesh.
"Er ... aren't you excited?" he managed to ask.
"Yes, are you?" she whispered sexily, not referring to the piano player at all. Bob felt the pressure of her mammoth tits against his chest while the sweet fragrance of her breath and her recently showered, shining flesh sent tingles racing up his spine. Sliding his trembling hands into his wife's robe and around the gorgeous redhead's bare waist, he pressed her naked pulchritude tight against himself.
"Mmmmmmnnnnn, how cozy," she murmured, rising to draw the curtains on the large window out of old habit. Only the pigeons could fly this high. Without a word, she lifted her robe because it was faster than unbuttoning it, and dropped it to the floor. She was straddling his aching body now, arid the whiteness of her voluptuously rounded asscheeks seemed to sink into the hard cylinder of his twitching cock.
"Cozy," he muttered thoughtlessly.
"This will be much cozier," she murmured softly, and he moved his hands around his wife's curvaceous form, raising her sensuously soft form ever so lightly.
"Help me get it out," he murmured pleadingly, slivering the moist tip of his tongue against her full mouth while her expert fingers eagerly unzipped his pants and liberated his erectly pulsing cock. Her large tingling tits pressed into him as she raised her body higher, almost smothering him as her pendulous mammaries seemed to envelop his face.
She was still holding his throbbing cock, guiding it in between her sensuously voracious thighs. He stiffened into a half-standing position, and his pants fell loosely to the floor as his fingers ran down both sides of her undulating hips, caressing them with impassioned adoration.
Continuing to run her long slender fingers up and down the underside of his hardening cock, the beautiful redheaded songstress teased it until the thickly blood-filled rod jumped and pulsed. She knew every inch of her husband's body, but each time she held his huge cock, she felt the same overwhelming thrill. In spite of all her experience, it was as if she could never quite believe she was being so daring. The idea of being aggressive made her sexual encounters all the more overpowering for her, and Bob was one of the few men who could take it from a woman and feel no risk to his manhood.
As she manipulated his lust-bloated cock, Carol moved her body back onto Bob's thighs. He dug his fingers into the silken soft flesh of her large white tits, fondling her rosy nipples until they grew larger and stiffened beneath his touch. There was nothing Carol Toy liked better than having her tits manhandled as roughly as possible, and her husband knew it. He squeezed his fingers around the firm white globes, digging them into her savagely,. pulling and stretching as if she were a glob of silly putty!
Yet his manipulations completely delighted his wife, and she fucked her wet tongue deep into his mouth. She. kissed him urgently, rubbing her mouth sideways on his, simultaneously gripping his lusting cock with hungry desperation, squeezing it so tightly that Bob feared his blood flow would cease. With her free hand she let her sharp fingernails graze the sensitive tip of his cock, provoking her handsome husband into a frenzied lust through the torturously exquisite ministrations.
Bob brought his right hand down onto the softly throbbing pubic mound between her sensuous thighs. They parted the soft nest of hair gently, and he fucked his extended finger slowly into the moistly heated hole, scissoring his fingers open and shut around the velvety soft lips of her quivering cunt.
The lovely red-haired singer began to moan from the mounting ecstasy of the moment, her body writhing from the expert touch of his digital massage as she continued to torment the sensitive tip of his cock with her fingernails until she had coaxed a dewdrop of cum from the tiny pinhead opening at the center of the apple-round spongy head. Her probing finger deftly dipped into the thick syrupy sperm and then moved downwards to the tightly elastic ring of his asshole. It teased the opening gently until waves of salacious delight began to course through her husband's flesh. Carol moved the other hand to Bob's neck and tenderly caressed and massaged the area, knowing only too well that this was an especially erotic zone for her husband and brought him to a pitch of almost unbearable nervous excitement.
The handsome young agent's body was on fire now, and his hands began to move furiously, massaging and probing her convulsing pussy until she too seemed to be reacting like an uncontrollable nerve ending. The lovely singer emitted a low husky gasp and spread her long curvaceously tanned legs wide apart, propping her feet in the window ledge behind her husband's chair. Her crotch was now completely open and nakedly exposed to him, and her moistly pink cuntal opening secreted tiny dewdrops of lubrication indicating that she was ready for penetration.
Her attentive husband-agent moved his hands upwards and placed them back on her thighs, rubbing the firmly sculptured flesh and moving upwards until his hands were digging into the pillow-soft texture of her ass. He fitted his thumbs into the valley between the rounded white mounds of flesh, keeping his remaining fingers wide apart on the seductively soft surface of her asscheeks, and then he pressed his thumbs upwards.
The sumptuous mounds of flesh yielded under his penetration until her tiny pink sphincter muscle was revealed just below the moistly palpitating slit of her anxious pussy. Gently he pushed his beautiful wife down on her back across the kitchen table, licking the dewy cuntal lips between her outstretched thighs with lusty abandon.
Bob Toy's tongue flicked forward, the tantalizingly teasing of the tiny pink bud of her clitoris sending shivers of delight through her loins.
"Uuummmmmmm, that's it, sweetheart," she moaned. "Oh, you mustn't ever stop now! Don't stop sucking nowwwwwwwww!"
Maddeningly his tongue circled around inside her defensively clasping cunt now, the top flicking against the smoothly sensitive walls of her cuntal hole in a frenzied staccato rhythm. The fragrance of her flowing juices filtered through his nostrils, and he began to take wildly deep sucking breaths to devour the pungent aroma of her lust.
Licking the vicinity of the tiny quivering pink bud of her asshole, which seemed to be tensing in anticipation of its welcome intruder, Bob's tongue was moving lower now. The sensuous agent spread her asscheeks further apart and closed in on the tiny hole. Eventually he succeeded in penetrating her asshole with the tip of his wet tongue while his thumbs worked on her trembling cunt lips fondling the thick folds of flesh, teasing them, pinching them, and then suddenly releasing the lips and fucking deep up into her cuntal hole, which was now convulsing with desire.
The burning smooth flesh of her white loins was delightfully soft and tender, and her husband lost momentary control of himself, and a tiny dribble of cum spilled over onto the kitchen floor. He closed his eyes tightly and fought the urge to orgasm and finally the spasm which nearly brought about complete ejaculation passed. Now he concentrated his full attention to his wife's lushly moist cuntal hole, thinking how peculiar it was that with all the sweet young women readily available to him, his own thirty six year old wife could still rouse him more lustfully and urgently than any other woman.
His fervid tongue worked round and round in the softly warm wetness that lay just beyond her pussy lips until he felt another small rush of liquid escape from the perfumed orifice and cling to his lips. These brief eruptions meant nothing. He knew that from previous experience. His wife often came, bit by bit, during foreplay, but these liquid eruptions did not in any way effect her actual climax. When she was ready for that moment it would truly be a sight to behold. A magnificent and awesome spectacle of sensuality worthy of Broadway!
Bob Toy continued to lick his wife Carol's succulent cunt, deriving as much prurient pleasure from the salacious act as she was obviously receiving. The sensations of his lingual foreplay were causing her to grind her ass now in a writhingly steady rhythm, and her sensational mounds of flesh that almost resembled a surreal pair of cream capped sundaes trapped his nose in the crevice between the cheeks and clenched lewdly together so that he was almost suffocated in the frenzy of her thrashing fleshy succulence.
After he had sucked the luscious depths of her pussy for several minutes, he let his rapacious tongue return to his wife's continually clenching and unclenching asscheeks and began to teasingly lick the warmly soft, pulsatingly tantalizing divide. It was going to be the finish of the frenzied foreplay, for he knew he couldn't wait a moment longer to sink his long thickened rod of anxiously lusty cock flesh up into the inner depths of her hotly hungering cunt. The handsome agent raised himself from his squatting position and his cock flew upwards, bouncing against his lean belly like an arm and fist hammering at the gates of paradise. Still bracing her feet on the window ledge, Carol insinuated her body into position.
Bob threw himself over his wife's body with a silent gasp, rising on his hands into a pushup position. His handsome face was now twisted with ecstatic rapture, and her thickly sensuous lips formed in a wetly rounded oval shape while tiny wisping groans of pleasure escaped from the succulent pinkness of her mouth. She lifted her lovely red head and looked deeply into her husband's striking blue eyes.
"Fuck me!" she shrieked. "Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Boooooooooooob, fuck me hardddddddddd!"
Bob grunted passionately and began to work his lust-filled cock into the hotly clinging interior of her gushing pussy. Oh, how he loved to hear her begging like that, with a helpless yearning and desperate lust for every inch of his thick cock flesh. The huge spongy apple-red head of his cock slid easily into the yielding hole of his wife's juicy pussy, and she seemed to devour it, relishing the feeling of the hotly throbbing muscle as it fucked tightly up into the inner confines of her pulsing cuntal hole.
The forty year old husband's body was thrilling at the initial penetration, tingling from the pleasure of the slow, languorous feeling of being sucked into her inner depths. They fitted each other so perfectly, as though they were made especially for each other for the purpose of coupling, and she swallowed his aching rod deep up into the hot passages of her cuntal walls which pulsed against the intruding cock rapturously, sensing indescribably pleasurable sensations jutting through his loins. Her hands caressed the brown hairs on his chest lovingly, and her fingers tweaked his dark brown nipples as their eyes remained fixed on each other, communicating the wildly intense level of their burning desire.
"Oh, Christ ... Christ Almighty!" the young agent moaned as his wife twisted her hips against the pounding loins that were riveting her to the kitchen table. He looked down between her softly sculptured thighs, and the sight of his rigidly swollen cock sunk up to his balls in her clasping pussy set his body quivering. He could feel the warmly slippery lubrications inside her, flooding his rock-hard cockhead as the lovely songstress stroked and pulled the full length of his rapacious shaft deep up inside her with her inner thighs, which were locked around his waist in a vise-like grip.
He watched as her red head swayed in almost unconscious ecstasy from side to side and flexed his lean, muscular ass. Carol Toy could feel her husband's throbbing reaction land began to pound her crotch furiously against his fucking loins, her teeth clenched tightly together from the lusty strain of their frenziedly obscene coupling. She lifted her feet from the window ledge and locked them around his ankles, reaching up around his driving ass, and seizing the lean muscular cheeks in her fists savagely, she pulled his throbbing body up closer and deeper into her burning cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. "It's so good! Oh, Bob, you are saooooo gooooooood!"
Her red-headed husband's blue eyes were dilated now as if in some hypnotic trance, and he slid his hands under her ass and firmly grasped each silken soft mound, driving his hard prick with a maddeningly frantic rhythm in and out of her cunt. He stretched the white mounds of flesh further and further apart with each pile-driving fuck and then worked his outstretched middle finger in between the crack, gently probing the inner recesses of the crease for the tight pink muscle that surrounded her asshole. Moistening the tip of his finger with a small rivulet of warmly moist liquid that trickled from her tortured pussy lips, he began to massage the tightly puckered little hole of her ass, and then he slipped the tip of his finger beyond the yielding muscle. He paused for a moment, and then suddenly he jabbed his fucking finger all the way into the tightly resisting asshole. The lovely redhead lunged backwards, sending a loaf of bread f lying. She had not expected the pain caused by his impatient finger now buried up in her colon all the way.
"Christ, Bob! You bastard!" she howled, writhing helplessly skewered by both his finger and his prick at the same time. God, he was the strongest man in some ways that she knew! "You bastard! I love it! I love you! Oh, do it to me! I'm catching on! Hurt me, sweetheart! Ram it up! Fuck meeeee!"
Feverishly she began working the muscles of her asscheeks around his finger until the hungry crack had nearly swallowed the palm of his hand. He began to twist it around inside her until he could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her asshole and her cunt. He could feel the rhythm of his cockhead and began skewering her with his finger at the same pace until she was groaning with an almost unconscious rapture between the two savage penetrations. His fingernail grazed the tender flesh of her asshole lightly, and she jerked upwards as a bolt of delicious pain coursed through her entire being. But she almost immediately caught the fucking rhythm again, and once more, lost in exquisite sexual torture, she scissored her legs open even wider, hungry to absorb even more of her husband's slickly handsome frame as he fucked with a salaciously tortuous frenzy into the inner depths of her writhing body.
The talent agent could feel his prick growing and growing inside her clinging inner depths, expanding like some mysterious mushroom cloud until it felt as if it were going to explode from the torturously exquisite imprisonment in the moistly clasping depths of her cunt. His heavy testicles slapped savagely against her soft asscheeks, aching to release the load of semen building up inside them. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. He had to cum soon or he felt his body would explode in frustration.
With long hard strokes, he began fucking his turgidly lust-engorged cock up into her while his probing finger picked up the savage rhythm and fucked deep up into the hidden recesses of her slippery rectum. The wild, redheaded woman suddenly brought the flat of her palm viciously down on her husband's bucking ass. The sting of her hand made his agonizing lust soar even further, and he felt as if he were a horse charging forward with incredible speed down the last lap of the race.
"Faster! Faster!" she shrieked up at him, her green eyes rolling as if she were in the throes of some uncontrollable catatonic fit.
Her loving husband jerked his perspiring loins with even more force into Carol's hotly clasping cunt. He could tell that his wife was nearing completion, and she pressed his body tighter between her thighs, opening and closing them in time to his frenzied cock thrusts. She was gurgling beneath him, now, and the ecstatic sound seemed to be coming from deep in the center of her being as if it were involuntarily summoned up by the exquisitely brutal rapture of the moment. He knew she was on the verge of orgasm, and he flung his hips down into the furry red nest between her legs with a frenzied savagery. Almost there! Almost to the point of no return! On the verge of coming! Cuuuuummmmmmmiiiinnnnnggggg!
The beautiful red-haired woman dug her nails into her husband's chest like a tigress cornered and desperate, leaving a series of jagged red scars trailing down his back. She flung her legs up, pressing hard into his heaving tits and surrendering the full opening of her dripping, pulsating cuntal folds. Her eyes rolled helplessly in her head, and her body jerked from the brutal fucking. She was so near ... so very near....
"I'm cumming!" she suddenly shrieked uncontrollably, and her mouth fell open in rapturous abandonment as a breathy endless gasp of pleasure drifted from her exquisitely sensual red lips. She pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her pinkly stretched cuntal lips was high in the air beneath his battering hips. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, and her whole body began to convulse in a wildly uninhibited dance of ecstasy.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh," she purred at first. The long low moan escaping from her lips suddenly became tiny muffled grunts punctuating the rhythm of her convulsions and her husband's fucking loins. "Eeeeeeiiiiii!" she shrieked suddenly ... then again and again and again!
She held her breath for an interminable moment after the initial volcanic explosions that seemed to center somewhere deep in her belly, and then she slowly expelled it like a balloon with the air slowly being let out. She lay on the kitchen table amid the breakfast things and the twisted plastic of the center cloth, perfectly still for a moment except for the involuntary quivering of her cunt, which was still tightly locked around her husband-agent's pulsating cockhead. He fucked his burgeoning cock way up inside her devouring cunt and then let it lay still for a moment while she struggled to catch her breath.
His beautiful wife's curvaceous body had slowly wormed its way across the table top, and her head hung limply over its edge now. Her mouth was loosely open as she struggled for air. Slowly her husband withdrew his still almost completely rigid prick from her lust-drenched gaping hole and watched as it slowly inched its way out. When the huge rounded head slipped from the trembling cuntal lips there was a popping sound like someone removing a cork from a bottle of wine.
Lifting his body upwards away from the table, the lascivious minded agent felt his erected cock-shaft slap obscenely against the firm muscles of his belly. Then running his hands over the softly trembling curves of his wife's heated flesh, he slowly moved around the table to where her head dangled in helpless exhaustion. His blue eyes focused dazedly on her sensuously gaping red lips, still slowly sucking in air. He tangled his fingers into her silken red curls, not yet dry from her morning shower, and pulled her head upwards to the hard swollen head of his organ.
Carol Toy's green eyes suddenly became alive with excitement when she realized that her husband had not cum or was having another erection. Whatever the case, she didn't care as she recognized his clear intention. She was well aware that oral sex was his favorite part of their sexual games, and the lewdness of the act thrilled her as much as it did him! Her lips were barely an inch away from the swollen, red veined muscle which pulsed between his thighs, and she opened her lovely lips even further and softly breathed against the glistening spongy pinkness of his cockhead sending shivers through his whole body.
"Ooooohhhhhh, Christ, Carol! Suck it now!" he cooed above her as he felt his knees weaken from the stream of hot air that caressed the tip of his cock. Her wet tongue flickered out, its tip lightly touching the spongy head, and she began to circle it about the hotly sticky flesh as the talent agent groaned and writhed his fingers, digging into the soft redness of her hair in wild abandonment. She gazed up at his lean quiveringly naked body looming above her. She seemed so strong, so much larger than life, and she was his wife!
He looked again. She was only his sex slave, he thought lewdly, helpless upon her back, her mouth full of his surging, lascivious loins. Hungrily, lustfully, and obediently she began licking the tiny opening in the center of the head. A thin stream of cum seeped from it and dangled tantalizingly from her lusciously full lips. She had to have it all. Not just the spongy round head, but all of it inside her hungering mouth! Grabbing him by his huge, brown-haired balls, she drew his body closer and sucked the thick rod deep into her hungry mouth until it was fucked deep down into her throat. She could feel the spongy head pressing against the full length of her tongue like some huge oaken ramrod that had lodged itself in her gasping mouth and quivered to fuck even deeper into the moistly heated cunt-like hole of her throat.
The handsome red-haired agent began a tantalizingly slow rhythmic undulation of his hips, pressing them down in his wife's face, and she sucked greedily, swishing her tongue about the fucking shaft as if she were desperately trying to drink some secret nectar of the gods. Her lust-driven husband groaned above her now madly flailing head and pressed his hands tight against her bloated cheeks. He had waited for this precious moment long enough and now he wanted to cum, to feel the endless fountain of his hot impatient juices spring from his huge, aching balls and flow freely down her hungrily gaping throat. And, as he continued to lunge his loins between those ripely luscious lips, he could feel every nerve in his body begin to pulse and throb from the growing intensity of the ministrations of her expert mouth and dancing serpentine tongue.
As she sucked in a frenzy of wildly uncontrollable lust, his cum-swollen balls were pounding against the bridge of her nose. Then suddenly he jerked his powerful loins forward and let out a low guttural groan of ecstatic pleasure as the thickly steaming cum finally spurted up from his aching balls and jetted up the length of his convulsing cock-shaft, jetting into the warmly moist confines of her feverishly sucking mouth. Tightly gripping her head between his hands, he shoved his prick deeper into the inner recesses of her throat.
His beautiful redheaded wife groaned as the first hot spurt of his flaming life juices flooded the back of her gasping throat. Her throat contracted greedily as she swallowed desperately to keep from choking on the seemingly endless rush of sticky white semen that was issuing forth from his aching balls. Her cheeks expanded balloon-like from the gushing fluid, and over and over she sucked the endless drops down to keep from choking.
Bob collapsed over her in complete exhaustion, starting to pull his softening cock from her achingly flooded mouth, but she continued to suck at it gently, licking every last bit of his hot cum from the dark pinhole in the center of the bulging red apple of his cock head, washing the now softening meat of his shaft with her skillful tongue.
The forty year old agent stood up on shaky knees when she had finally finished her loving oral massage, and gently he lifted his wife off the table and into his arms.
"I love you, Carol," he muttered thickly.
"God, Bob, I love you, too," she murmured softly as she buried her exhausted red head in the soft brown hair of his chest.
"I won't ever let you go," he whispered then.
In her throaty voice she sang, "Once in a while...."
CHAPTER TWO
Bob Toy would never have guessed that his first wife, even is she did want to remarry and have a honeymoon, would allow their daughter, Sandi, to live with him even for a year! He had been fooling when she called, asking if Sandi could stay with him a month or two while she and her new husband took a cruise. Bob had chuckled, saying that Sandi could stay a year if she wanted to, but not a month or two! He had thought for sure that his daughter would not be allowed to come at all! Instead of that, she was on her way!
"I don't know what in hell we're going to do with a teenager like that!" he shouted at Carol, angry with himself for being roped in to a year-long baby-sitting job.
"A teenager like what?" Carol had asked. "You're smoking," she reminded him, watching him light up a cigarette, probably without even knowing that he was doing it.
He stared at the burning thing in his fingers. His mood called for a cigarette he decided, and he took a drag. He took a deep drag before his wife's question sunk in. "What do you mean, 'like that?"' he asked. "No sex, no booze, no drugs, no life, no nothing!" he muttered.
"Oh, I don't know, Bob," his beautiful wife wrinkled her brow thoughtfully. "From what I hear, the vine-covered-cottage set is having a lot of trouble with fifteen year olds lately because the kids are rebelling against this good-and-evil syndrome. Maybe Sandi is a lot more human than you're giving her credit for. Maybe her mother is tired of trying to handle her!"
Bob thought for a minute, trying to make sense of it all. "Her mother knows the kind of life we lead, Carol, or thinks she does, and she doesn't approve of us, not a goddamn bit! Why would she direct Sandi right into the jaws of hell, will you please explain that to me?"
Carol smoothed her red hair with one hand, and in spite of her husband's serious mood, she could not help quipping, "Maybe she thinks that if the girl gets a close look at our flaming horns, our horns and barbed tails, it will cure her!"
Bob did not take it as a joke. "That's bold strategy. Sounds like an idea her future husband might have had," he said, putting out the cigarette long before it was finished. "Proximity to sex cured her mother ... at least temporarily."
Carol laughed gaily. "Perhaps proximity to inhibitions has cured Sandi of those!" she told him. "Don't worry, honey. I'll find out what the story is." Carol was going to meet Sandi at the airport because Bob would be busy closing a new contract. She knew he was uneasy about leaving Carol and Sandi alone together, but what could happen at the airport?
"How are you going to find out?"
His redheaded wife smiled. "I will ask her to tell me about herself and what her interests are, and by the time we reach home, I will know the names of her friends, their habits and their pleasures."
And she did. Sandi Toy, as it turned out, was still rather vine-covered. She had few friends and was still walking frightened among all the taboos that past generations had dreamed up to solve past problems like a frightened child lost in the woods. When Carol actually got her into their apartment, she found that she wasn't quite sure, how to handle her after all. Bob had warned her repeatedly that she was on no account to make advances that would startle or shock the child into running home to mother even before she had a chance to adjust to her new life, for they had agreed that eventually she would be initiated into their own life style. She introduced the stroking fifteen year old to her own room and left her to unpack.
Carol almost lit a cigarette, she was so nervous. She poured herself a healthy belt of scotch on the rocks and gazed at herself in the hall mirror. It wasn't often that she remembered there was a fifteen year old age anymore. It had been so long since she had been that young herself that she had forgotten the teen years even existed. God, how fresh-looking the child was! How innocent and beautiful! How developed! The beautiful redheaded singer suffered a temporary pang of jealousy. She wandered to the mirror by the coat rack in the little foyer and gazed at herself in the long narrow glass.
For a woman of thirty six, that's not bad, she soothed herself. But she would not be competing with a woman of thirty six, she reasoned. When Bob came home, he was going to have a fresh, young fifteen year old beauty with whom to compare his thirty six year old wife! And at thirty six, beauty had to fade in spite of dieting and health spas and proper food, she felt anxiously. She looked carefully at the reflection of her voluptuous figure and her complexion. She was wearing a thin, blue and green print dress that was tasteful but revealing of all her assets. This was necessary because one never knew when a photographer was going to pop out of the shadows. A dowdy picture in the newspaper could cost her her job. But so could jealousy! Only self-confidence could feed her the ability to give of herself to the audience. She had to feel inside of her that she was well-loved and had love to spare. Well, she was well-loved! She was well-loved by her vast audience! She was well-loved by her associates in show business! She was well-loved by her husband! And very shortly, she was going to be well-loved by her step-daughter ... by hook or by crook, as they say! Her head abuzz with these positive thoughts, she polished off her drink, hitting her nose with an ice cube.
"Sandi?" she asked softly at the girl's door. "Are you finished unpacking?"
The child opened the bedroom door and nodded shyly. She had never expected her father's wife to be quite so physically beautiful. Her mother had explained of a newspaper photo she had seen of Carol once that it was all make-up! If what she saw on the redheaded woman's face was make-up, Sandi certainly hoped to learn how to apply it! Her own mother's make-up line always showed either under her jaw or around her chest and shoulders and behind her ears. It had been kind of a game with Sandi to hunt for the make-up line on her mother, but try as she could, she had not found Carol's anywhere on her person. No, Carol was very beautiful, indeed.
Sandi had been so surprised to find her father's wife was lovely, warm, and human, that at the airport, the young girl had suddenly felt awkward and silly, and she almost turned and fled except that such behavior would have been even more embarrassing than standing her ground. Now, opening her door, the fifteen year old was still surprised to find the singer, who had had her name in the newspaper even, was so effusively warm and friendly.
"We're so happy to have you stay with us," Carol was repeating for the tenth time at least, beaming at Sandi, and ushering her out into the living room. "We were afraid you would never be able to visit us in our little den of iniquity here!" Then the beautiful green-eyed woman turned and stared into the blue eyes of her husband's lovely daughter. "Goodness! Only a year!" she exclaimed as though it were less than an hour. "We're going to have to get to know each other as soon as possible. We don't want to waste any of that precious time!" She was running her eyes very strangely up and down the young visitor's sumptuously shaped body.
The beautiful singer and the girl walked into a room that had French doors to a balcony that overlooked the city. It was the most elegant, spacious living room that Sandi had ever seen, except on television. At the moment it was well lit with sunshine and glowed with a feeling of life. Sandi thought that it must be all the floor plants that made her feel so comfortable. They took the place of the bushes outside her bedroom window. Carol motioned for her to sit on a huge comfortable sofa that faced the windows. Sandi was startled to see the color of it change. She had thought it was covered with a pale yellow and black striped tiger skin-like fabric only to find that where her body cut off the sunlight, the yellow faded to a white. As she turned and sat, she noticed then that the curtains were a soft yellow and cast the color into the room. How clever!
"Can you put any color up at the window like that and it will color the room?" she asked, her eyes wide with admiration.
Carol smiled. She had been about to ask the fifteen year old if she wanted to try some scotch or stick with coke. Suddenly she suspected that if she just handed the girl a scotch, she would probably, in her humility, drink it. The ravishing stepmother stepped to the bar in the comer of the room and set out two glasses.
"Yes, the room is decorated so that the color can be changed," she told her. "I have a rosy lavender that's very pretty." She was filling the glasses with ice cubes. "I just change those gold and yellow slip covers on the toss pillows to pink and ivory."
"It must change the whole room!" the young girl breathed ecstatically, looking around her with renewed interest.
"That it does," Carol murmured, measuring out the scotch.
Sandi was awed. At home, the sun never came into the living room at all. It was a dull room with worn-looking furniture, carefully covered with inexpensive colonial print slipcovers. It was a room Sandi avoided. But this room ... gosh ... she could sit here forever! It had what seemed to her like a very high ceiling for an apartment and a beautiful white carpet with a gold swirled scatter rug in front of the couch and under the glass topped coffee table. The paintings on the walls were all design-type things instead of the sedate Victorian ladies that danced on a woods-surrounded balcony as in her mother's living room. Some of the paintings in her father's living room were even three dimensional! It looked like a room in a magazine!
Carol finished the drinks and brought them to the couch, placing them on the coffee table without any comment. She hoped that Sandi would be completely disarmed by her own awe and admiration as well as her stepmother's warmth and friendliness. She watched the young, brown-haired girl carefully and could see that she was beginning to relax, to feel at home, even in these exquisitely elegant surroundings. She watched her take her first sip of the scotch and water, saw her blink. She said nothing, just looked a little surprised and kept right on drinking. Carol felt her heart beat a little more rapidly for the aphrodisiac that she had mixed into Sandi's drink would begin to penetrate her blood-stream very shortly. It would stir her sexual urge.
Then abruptly, the child spoke of the drink. "I never thought I'd like anything so strong," she said. "Mom's boyfriend gives me wine, but I always refused the whiskey and scotch and gin and stuff like that!"
"Oh?" The older woman was taken aback. "Does your mother let you drink?"
"Weeeelllllll," the girl hedged. "Not really. It's just that she doesn't say anything when he offers it to me. I don't drink much," she hurried to add.
Carol observed the young girl closely. "It sounds to me as though he is trying to change your mother's way of life."
"Oh, yes!" Sandi exclaimed almost before Carol had finished the last word. "He sure is! He was the one who told my mom that a year with you would be the best thing that could happen for me!"
Carol's naturally well-arched eyebrow raised a half inch. The child was becoming almost glib now. Her lower lip was beginning to quiver loosely and moistly. She was pressing her thighs tightly together on the couch, trying to do it secretly, probably wondering what was happening to them ... to her! Carol had felt like a villain before, knowing that she had every intention of seducing the girl, of winning her puppy-like loyalty so as to reduce the possibility of a competitor for the attentions of Bob Toy! She knew her husband well enough to know that if his daughter were worshipping Carol ... like the rest of the city ... his own love for his wife would be strengthened instead of weakened. Now the gorgeous redhead singer felt relieved. She was not a villain after all, but a conspirator!
By the time Carol moved to put her arm around the teenager, Sandi was feeling a strange desire to have her do exactly that. She was extremely grateful for the warmth of the older woman's arm, for the pressure of her squeeze, for the sweet smell of her perfume, and finally ... finally ... the softness of her lips, first on her cheek and then her neck and then her own lips! Feeling powerless and almost without will from the powerful aphrodisiac that her stepmother had dropped into her drink, Sandi could think it only natural and not amiss at all when she felt her little pink traveling suit being unbuttoned, the jacket being slipped from her shoulders, the skirt being unzipped. Before she was really aware of what had happened, she was down to her little white panties and brassiere and feeling a mounting excitement quicken her pulse.
"Should I take off my sandals?" she asked mistily.
Carol Toy nodded, her green eyes fixed hypnotically on the young girl's softly tanned limbs and the silken triangle of light brown hair that was visible through her white panties despite the fact that the fifteen year old was automatically, modestly pressing her thighs tightly together. She watched the child raise each foot to the couch to remove each sandal, and the sensuous nightclub songstress stared as the pink, slightly parted cuntal lips finally peeked out on either side of the thin strip of white panty-crotch.
"Baby," she whispered to the lovely girl who would live with her for a year, "you have the most sensational form I've seen for years. Are you sure you're only fifteen?" she asked, hissing. As the child reclined against the back of the couch, Carol tipped her sideways and eased her down on her stomach. She slithered closer to the shivering outstretched girl, whose thighs began to pulse with a strange anticipation.
"We'll get to know each other well," she whispered, slurring her own words a little. "Try to think of me as your very best friend," she murmured further. "Above all, relax!"
Sandi was tingling with excitement. She rested her cheeks on her folded arms and closed her eyes. Carol Toy stooped down and pulled Sandi's panties slowly down. The teenager froze for a minute and then realized one of the most exhilarating moments she had ever known as her asscheeks were naughtily bared to another.
The panties discarded, Carol examined the white billowing ass which stood out in brilliant contrast to the rest of her magnificently golden-tanned body. She reached up and unsnapped the brassiere, working the thin straps over the girl's arms, smiling when Sandi raised herself on her hands to allow the garment to fall. Then, after Carol had pulled it, too, away and dropped it on the floor, the teenager lay back down, one tit dipping sideways into the gold toss pillow and almost seemed to melt into it.
The voluptuous stepmother placed her hands on the young brunette's shoulders and seated her own voluptuous form back on the edge of the couch. Slowly she began to massage the young girl's soft-skinned shoulders, her long, experienced fingers firmly and gently moving down the adolescent's back, sending a thousand sensuous thrills coursing through her wonderfully smooth, bare flesh.
The older woman's hands were on the girl's ass now, bending the soft mounds of white flesh upwards and downwards and then finally apart, her face so close to the tiny pinkish gray bud of the teenager's asshole that Sandi could feel the singer's breath delicately teasing her vulnerable asscheeks.
As Carol continued to massage the yielding white flesh, it began to take on a lusciously soft pink glow and grow warm, almost burning to the older woman's fingertips. The delicately dancing fingers finally parted the burning globes of sensitive flesh, at the same time lifting the young girl's hips so that the delicate folds of the brown-haired teenager's pussy were also visible.
Sandi Toy, floating now in a dream world as unreal as a fairy tale, was completely unable to restrain herself and began to undulate her hips slowly and sensuously. The undulations, at first barely visible, grew more and more urgent, and the red-haired singer knew that the young daughter of her handsome husband was ready to go on to new heights. She then ordered Sandi to roll over.
"Turn, baby! Turn over on your back!" she hissed, still expertly manipulating the youngster's soft flesh.
The young girl obeyed immediately. She lay completely relaxed with her legs gently parted and her creamy white flat belly rising to the lusciously silken cuntal mound while shimmering light brown hairs hid her moistly yearning pussy lips. She felt the caressing hand move down over her belly and onto her hairy triangle.
"What a high pussy," a softly scheming voice whispered, and a thrill shivered right up the young girl's spine. Almost before the sexy voice had finished speaking in a low, throaty whisper, a pair of soft, wonderfully warm hands began to fondle Sandi's hotly throbbing, naked titties, the fingers tormenting the delicate strawberry-like nipples that rose from the creamy mounds until they were straining in full erection.
"Ouuuuuuu, what excellent erections your nipples have. You know, baby," Carol told the girl hotly, "some women have almost invisible nipples," and as she finished speaking, one hand slid down the side of the youngster's lithe body and rested on the light brown pubic mound while three fingers darted into the open ridges of Sandi's budding cuntal lips, forcing the fleshy petals apart. Feeling the excessive wetness of the brunette's pussy, the rapacious-minded singer decided to waste no more time on preliminaries and quickly drew her face down onto the rigidly quivering nipple imprisoned by her right index finger and thumb.
Sandi Toy, new to this strange uninhibited way of life, squirmed beneath Carol with a kind of ecstasy.
"What is it, baby? Is something bothering you?" the lascivious redhead asked.
"Would you mind doing that again, Carol?" Sandi Toy heard herself say, and she couldn't believe her own ears. Surely someone else must have made that blatantly obscene request, and she ought to get up on her elbows and see who else was in the room! After all, she was stark naked! And she was far too shy and modest to let anyone see her nakedly exposed body like ... like this!
triumphantly, the redheaded stepmother deftly slipped her husband's daughter's little strawberry nipple back into her mouth, sucking at it lustily, her tongue flicking over the inflamed bud and causing the live juices of the young girl's exquisitely tortured body to flow down onto the white softness of her inner thighs like the incoming tide of the ocean washes onto the white sands of a dry shore. My, oh, my, thought the worldly nightclub artist. In my wildest dreams I never would have expected my husband's little daughter to react like this! Why, the girl is oversexed and frustrated.
Sandi, for her part, was just as surprised by the strange ideas that popped into her head and then out of her mouth on her young, innocent tongue. Somebody else had to be in the room and saying these things while she moved her lips, only thinking she was talking, like a hand puppet with moveable jaws.
"Would you mind taking your clothes off, too, Carol?" she heard herself beg. "It's awfully hot with all that sun streaming in here, and I want you to be comfortable as well, you know."
"Why, Sandi," stuttered the older and very pleasantly surprised woman. "Sandi, how thoughtful of you! What an angel you are!" In a matter of seconds, she stood in front of her stepdaughter clad only in a pair of peek-a-boo panties and the briefest half-brassiere. The fifteen year old brunette's big blue eyes roamed over the spectacular super-feminine figure that loomed over her like a wild erotic dream. Was she the good fairy godmother, the child wondered hazily? Or was she the wicked witch of the west? No witch was ever that beautiful!
"You might as well take off everything,' the naughty voice was saying as though it had every right to use her as it wished. But she was lasciviously happy for its uncharacteristic suggestion, because then the licentiously sensual older woman unhooked her brassiere and released from bondage the most beautiful tits the young girl had ever seen anywhere! And her mother had called them 'padded!' She was going to have to write a letter to her mother and correct all these misunderstandings she had concerning the latest Mrs. Toy.
As though embarrassed, at least self-conscious, Carol Toy apologized. "They're the size of watermelons," she said, referring with a glance of her sparkling green eyes to her mammoth mammaries, "but I have somehow always managed to keep them firm and looking outwards."
"Wall-eyed," the young girl offered, and they both laughed as if relieving themselves of some enormous tension. Then, Carol Toy's laughter faded and her enormous, ripe figure pressed itself down onto the younger girl's body so that their tits, bellies, and thighs were locked together in a hotly passionate embrace, and their pink, full lips crushed hungrily together as their wetly trembling tongues mingled and explored the hot caverns of each other's mouth.
The young Sandi Toy became breathless with the excitement of this insanely wonderful new experience. "I want to explore you, too!" she cried out. "Please let me explore you!"
With shocking brazenness, the teenager reached out and then down between the older woman's firmly sculptured abundant thighs and probed for the hotly moist narrow slit of her pulsing cunt. Feeling the edges of the fleshy hole, the youngster quickly slid two fingers inside the slippery depths, excited by this exquisite journey into the unknown, and the older woman's body convulsed upwards from the surprise of the moment of entry.
It was almost as if the teenager were some released demon, a woman jumping out of a frog at the queen's magic kiss! Sandi Toy fucked her young fingers deeper and deeper into the surprised and excitedly pulsing pussy, while the redheaded stepmother's hands reached under the experimenting teenager's silkily soft asscheeks and began to finger the puckered pinkish-gray hole of her ass and the tenderly burning cunt which began a little bit further up the curve of her red crotch. The redheaded singer dug furiously into both tight holes, causing the young teenager to gasp with uncontrollable pleasure. The rhythms of their fucking fingers grew more and more frenzied as their lust spiralled higher and higher.
Finally, the older woman withdrew her experienced fingers and grasped Sandi's right cuntal lip. She began to squeeze the thickly moist, velvet flesh from top to bottom, pinching with a kind of savage titillation and sending excruciatingly ecstatic bolts of pleasure coursing through the young girl's tingling tortured body.
Sandi Toy responded to this brutal sexual manipulation by kissing her lover violently and sucking at the older woman's wet tongue with her full lips, while sounds of near-hysteria involuntarily escaped from the back of her throat. She had years of frustration behind her and the dam had cracked. Readily, she became one with her stepmother in this heated, lewd coupling. They gripped each other aggressively and rocked together. The super-voluptuous singer's mountainous tits bounced furiously and crushed down on Sandi's own fully rounded young tits, and as they jackhammered each other's cunt wildly with fucking fingers that seemed to take on a life of their own, it became clear to the more experienced woman, that they were on the verge of simultaneous orgasm. They were almost there, teetering on the edge of their spiral of lust. They teetered ... and then they shuddered and convulsed as if possessed by the bat-winged demons of licentiousness, and their hot cum spurted recklessly onto their fucking fingers still plunging like bathers into the foamy sea and drenched the sensuous stripes of the big couch.
Sandi Toy gasped. She felt as if her body were being blown into a million tiny pieces and spraying outwards like the star-like sparks of a Fourth of July rocket, but she clung desperately to the slippery quivering cunt between the soft convulsing thighs of her stepmother during the violence of her climax, pressing her inexperienced fingers deeper into the body that had given her such a rare gift of pleasure. Oh, how wonderful, she thought, even after her satisfaction was complete. If only it could go on forever and ever....
Only a few seconds before his curvaceous wife and his surprisingly beautiful daughter had worked themselves up into their thundering climaxes, Bob Toy had silently crept into the living room. At first he observed the salacious activities with a burning anger and every intention of bringing it to a halt. But he hesitated because he didn't know how to go about it without embarrassing Carol and giving Sandi the impression that he disapproved of sex. The very least Carol could have done, though, was to let him get in on the first round, which seemed to him was taking place much too soon! He had warned his wife about rushing things.
Suddenly he saw his young daughter had noticed him and didn't seem at all self-conscious about his presence. His anger dissipated. Perhaps all was not lost by his wild wife's impetuous sexual nature after all.
The luscious nightclub singer also noticed her husband amid the sexual coupling, but she gave him only a challenging stare before she climbed down and allowed the young teenager to begin manipulating the throbbing mound between her thighs.
"Well, well," he breathed finally when the two females' lusts had ebbed. "You two seem to have gotten to know each other very quickly. I might as well admit my jealousy here and now!"
"Oh, darling, she's a dream," Carol beamed about his daughter. She placed her arm possessively about Sandi's shoulder, letting the tips of her fingers dance on the upper portion of the girl's still heaving right tit.
"Hi, Dad," the teenager greeted her father, sizing up his attitude instantly, sensing the sincerity of his words. This was certainly going to be a different style of life than what she had been accustomed to! She was staring at her father while Carol's warm fingers climbed down her nakedly exposed tit, and all at once she found herself staring fixedly and unabashedly on the swell in his trousers where his cock was stiffening from the excitement of the stimulating sexual encounter that had finished only moments ago.
"How do you like that?" Bob asked no one in particular. "I don't even get a kiss!"
But now a touch of self-consciousness crept in a pink blush over the fifteen year old's well developed body, and she turned her face into Carol's shoulder with an embarrassed smile. After all, her father was a very handsome man, and at this moment, her feelings were extremely confused. She was plagued by the desire to kiss him and the need to run away, all combined with a self-conscious playfulness. A woman and a man were two different creatures indeed, she felt, and what she did with one....
Carol Toy studied her husband carefully as he walked up and from the back, slipped both hands under his daughter's arms and took her bare white tits in his strong hands. She looked down and watched as the familiar hands massaged the lovely young girl's round, full titties, but mostly she noticed how Sandi's blue eyes closed ecstatically at the touch of her father's hands on her sensitive tits. As soon as he completed manipulating her tits, he unzipped his trousers, stepped out of them and stood there with his huge, stiffening prick bulging his shorts in front of his wife's interested eyes. His daughter had not yet turned around.
He took his hardening, lust-filling cock out of the fly in his shorts. "Hey," he cried. "Don't I get any attention around here?" He was smiling, but when Sandi responded by turning around finally, she was smiling, she was smiling with a mischievous grin. The little girl in her had come out, and she seized the mammoth, growing prick, twisting it upwards and then downwards so that her father grimaced. Then she thrust the pulsing, rigid cock-flesh back through the fly of his shorts by holding his cock with one hand and pulling the material forward with the other.
It strained violently outward, threatening to rip through the cotton, and Carol could not help giggling. Hearing her, Sandi looked back and laughed, too. The older woman had obviously won the confidence of the child, and it was her encouragement that incited Sandi to give way to the new lust that her father was inspiring in her loins. She began to moan and writhe like a dancer and almost without realizing it, she ran her hand down over her own tit from the sensitized area that her handsome father had squeezed into renewed life, down over her flat young stomach to massage the brown-haired rise and the outer lips of her cunt. Finally when her ecstasy could no longer be controlled, she tore over to him and pressed his body into hers, rubbing her loins back and forth in slow motions, torturing his pulsing, blood-swollen cock with her teasing. Then seizing his hands, she laid them firmly on the plump cheeks of her ass.
His lovely wife managed to keep herself under control, watching her boyishly handsome husband pinch and pull the firm young flesh of his beautiful daughter's asscheeks, pressing his fingers into the crack between the twin mountains of luscious softness and pulling at the pink muscle at the opening of her rectum, which was now obscenely exposed to the redhead's scrutinizing gaze.
In a mist of crazy feelings she had never felt so forcibly before, the brown-haired girl slid down to the floor in front of her lust-crazed father. The teenager was now kneeling in front of the handsome man and pulling savagely at his shorts with her teeth! Carol stood with her mouth open as she watched the young girl try to pull off his shorts with her mouth! She had told Bob that his daughter might not be as dull as he had feared. How right she was! The girl was forcing his shorts over his enormously bloated rod of cock-flesh until finally it bounced ecstatically from its ridiculous prison, pulsing and glistening with the juices of sexual excitement.
The gigantic cock was poised just above the fifteen year old's ready lips, and pulling the shorts down his legs, the youngster suddenly devoured the angry blood-engorged head and three inches of the thick-veined shaft in one movement, sucking the succulent flesh greedily. Carol's jaw dropped even lower. Was it the aphrodisiac? She knew that it affected some people with far more lust than it did others. Maybe the child was just frustrated. Still, Bob's redheaded wife could not help but note that Sandi had gone right to the oral sex with her father. That was his favorite way, too. Maybe these characteristics were hereditary and instinctive!
Meanwhile, the agent could feel the semen building up in his swollen balls. He was far too excited too early, and he wanted to delay his orgasm until he had fucked the delectably throbbing pussy between her thighs, but his young daughter wanted nothing more, it seemed, than the taste of his thickly steaming cum filling her mouth with its bitter sweetness. She couldn't bear to wait any longer and laved and sucked at the enormous tool with relentless fury.
The redheaded agent desperately pulled his swollen prick from his fifteen year old daughter's mouth and rolled about on the floor pulling the teenager with him. His hard body was finally on top of hers, and his hands pressed beneath her body and dug once again into the softly quivering asscheeks. But God, how furiously she wanted his hotly pulsing cock, and somehow she managed to slip her hands between their bodies and catch hold of his throbbingly inflated shaft. Its round, hard foreskin jumped and twitched at her lustily flaming sudden caress.
Father and daughter opened their mutually blue eyes and stared at each other with sizzling hunger. Then the young schoolgirl smiled a sweetly innocent smile and began to manipulate his hardened cock, feverishly rolling it round and round and closer and closer to the lips of her moistly heated pussy.
The excited songstress moved behind the incestuous lovers to lie on the floor and film the action between their legs just as the angry red cockhead reached the soft opening between the young girl's thighs. But the agent hesitated, as if he suddenly sensed her virginity and wanted to prolong his daughter's desires so that his inevitable entrance into the unexplored hole would be as painless as possible. It did not occur to the hungering father to give her up for reason of her virginity. It did not occur to his daughter that he should.
It seemed to Bob that he had been making love all of his life, but he had encountered few virgins, certainly none as eager and willing as this surprisingly lascivious nymph of a daughter from the vine-covered world he scorned. Slowly the huge spongy tip parted the silken pubic hair and threatened to penetrate the lips of the wide, willing and glisteningly pink pussy. Then Sandi Toy cried out hoarsely, her voice tortured by the lust of the moment.
"Oh, Daddy, give it to me! Give it to me all the way! Please, all the way! Don't make me wait! Stick it all the way in! All of it!"
There it was! His daughter's luscious young cunt, fully exposed to his view excited him so that he could wait no longer, and he lunged his hips forward, fucking his gigantic cock deep up into the confines of her young pulsating cunt, so tight and wet and unexplored. Her body stiffened as the tightness of her virginal hole reminded her that she was bound to suffer some pain while reaping the exquisite pleasures of her first sexual experience ... with a man! But she was far too aroused now to care. It wasn't important to her, and in a way the minor discomfort almost added to the indescribable pleasure that was now coursing through her widely splayed loins. She was free! She was free of all the confusion of her inhibiting background at last! Oh, she had known that her father would be the answer, that he would straighten everything out! At last she felt alive, liberated, and loving!
Suddenly she felt his fucking cock hesitate midpoint in her cuntal hole, and she knew he had paused because he had reached her hymen, had reached it with a question on the edge of his lust-crazed mind. Perhaps he was reluctant to cause her pain. She gripped his broad shoulders tightly and drew his face toward hers.
"Go ahead, Daddy. Do it now," she said firmly. "I'm ready! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
Bob Toy eased his cock slightly out of her lusting cunt, readying it for one mighty thrust, and then with all his strength he hurled his haunches inwards. His rampaging cock took full control of his body finally, and it fucked in and out of her firmly moist hole with an insanely driving lust. He was fucking into her with a savagely unrelenting power that he had never used before, even with the most agreeable of women. Her cries of pain, for some reason, drove him onward to a pile-driving fury until his pounding and surging body seemed to be at one with the heartbeat of time itself.
The lovely brown-haired teenager felt her body collapse under the pressure of his hammering loins, and she clutched at his muscular shoulders, burying her screams of intense pain by biting down into the flesh of his body. A hotly gushing pain rocketed from her ragged, lust-ravaged cunt and coursed through the trembling flesh of her body. Her father and lover had suddenly become a cruel monster, sadistically fucking his huge cock between the lips of her tender cuntal hole with relentless fury.
But then almost magically, the intense pain being inflicted upon her became transformed into another sensation, a sensation deep inside her that she had never known before and that she never would have believed existed. With each new fucking thrust of that massive weapon of flesh, this exquisitely pleasurable sensation grew. Her father twisted his body around, pressing his hard working loins into her and undulating his hips frantically. Deliriously she moaned from the ecstatic pleasure of his lust-bulging tool that was dividing the wetly clinging walls of her cunt with paradisiacal effect.
By this time it was becoming almost impossible to see. Their bodies were too tightly pressed together. Carol Toy pressed closer to the fucking couple, her fingers beginning to manipulate the inner regions of her own quivering cunt while her husband continued to heave his massively swollen cock in and out of his young daughter's demandingly thirsty cunt. Now his huge pounding tool was fucking into her juicy flesh like a jackhammer until the girl's senses were obviously reeling and she was probably unaware any longer of exactly what was happening to her. Sandi seemed to be on another plane of reality now and was conscious of nothing but pleasure. Yet her redheaded stepmother was aroused and jealous of the furious sexuality that was taking place a few inches from her nose. She stood up and seized one of the young girl's twitching legs by the ankles and pressed it against her own boiling, excited pussy.
Bob Toy, seeing his wife's frantic actions, stopped his relentless fucking for a moment, raised himself as best he could from the white carpet by propping the weight of his body with his hands. His blood-swollen cock was still embedded up to his balls in his young daughter's formerly virginal cunt, but his vigorous fucking had ceased.
His redheaded wife then began to pull the young girl's legs backwards and forwards on and off of her husband's magnificently inflated cock. Sandi was at first frightened by this new development until she saw what her stepmother was doing to fulfill her own needs, and she quickly relaxed into this sexual tug-of-war, holding her father tightly by the neck to keep his lust-engorged rod deep and hard up inside her.
The jarring, rough-and-tumble sexuality caused Sandi's sexual juices to jet thickly down her thighs and further lubricate her father's exquisitely tortured prick. Somehow he managed to grab a hold of her tits again and massaged the red nipples savagely. Then, firmly squeezing the rigid strawberry-like tips, he pulled at her young nipples brutally.
The teenager, at that exact moment, brought her hands down from his neck and began to fondle his male nipples, wishing to reciprocate the mixture of pleasure and pain which was driving her to tortured heights of ecstatic pleasure. She manipulated the brown buds of his breasts in exactly the same manner that he was manipulating hers, pinching them mercilessly and stretching them and twisting them in tiny balls of flesh round and round between her fingers.
Bob Toy could no longer control himself. With a low tortured moan, he gave in to his long delayed orgasm, feeling the viscous fluid plunge from the depths of his balls. The explosion of hot cum emptied deep up into the brown-haired young beauty's pussy, and he thrust his loins forward and deeper to make sure that every ounce of the hot sticky fluid would be drained from his lusty body.
The young fifteen year old lunged upwards against the hard muscled smoothness of his body, opening her thighs as wide as she could to receive his fucking rod and to suck in every ounce of the precious fluid, that was her very first and which was feeding her emotionally just as her mother's milk had once fed her physically. She wanted this sweet paternal cum to overflow the hole of her pussy and bathe her loins and her legs. She wanted to drown in a sea of his precious semen, and she never wanted the delicious spasms of his shaft deep up inside her clasping cunt to stop.
"Oh, fill me! Fill me up! Please don't stop cuummiing! Please! Cum more and more and more ... please!" she cried while the hotly jerking walls of her cunt pressed down hungrily on his aching rod of cock-flesh until at last it gave one final jerk and was suddenly and disappointingly still.
Her father-lover collapsed across her body, feeling the muscles inside her still pulsing cunt about his limply deflating prick. It seemed to him that her orgasm would never end, and he watched breathless and exhausted until finally the spasms of pleasure seemed to ebb. At last there was one final convulsion and then nothing. She was limply still and so was he. Wide open, her legs protruded lifelessly, her tits heaved from the exertion, and white hot cum flowed from the cavity between her legs, bathing her matted pubic hairs in its sticky essence. The young girl was hardly able to keep awake now as her father lifted his exhausted body from her with a weary sigh. All at once his daughter wanted nothing more than a bed and a long sleep although it was still mid-morning.
Her father noticed her begin to doze right there on the rug and looked questioningly at his wife.
Would his wild wife have dared to slip the girl something in order to loosen her ... prematurely? The singer's green eyes stared back innocently. Innocent or guilty, Bob Toy knew that he couldn't tell. Besides, he thought, as he prepared himself to lift the sleeping girl into his arms and carry her to her room, as long as it worked, what did it matter?
CHAPTER THREE
Sandi awoke with the distinct impression that this year was going to be the most outstanding year of her life. She sprawled lazily over the bedcovers, her blue eyes jumping from one characteristic of the room to another, comparing it with her room at home although there was hardly any comparison. About the most on which she could focus her attention was the 'aliveness' of this room with its aura of a kind of peaches and sunlight energy even without any sunlight in the room and the absolute 'deadness' of the little bouquets of blue and violet flowers that dotted her own bedroom wall back home. At the moment she couldn't remember another thing back there except that haunting chess pattern of old fashioned bouquets. Well, she sighed, she didn't have to think of that anyway, not for a whole year!
The lovely brown-haired girl tried to see through the closed drawn drapes at one of the windows to see if she could tell from the sky what time it was. It took several searching glances around the room to discover the little white clock on the bureau. It was only one thirty! Sandi stretched her firm youthful legs and glanced down at her own lightly tanned body. Although she was naked, the outline of her bathing suit left the impression she was wearing one, a little whiter than her skin. It was no bikini, of course, but all that would change this year. In fact, this year maybe she wouldn't have to wear a suit at all! She could not help giggling out loud.
She looked down again, trying to imagine the creamy spheres of her white upraised tits in a cocoa brown, much browner than the golden tint of her narrow waist. Her slim belly would be the same deep brown, too, she dreamed, emphasizing the voluptuous appeal of her young body. She ran her fingers over the curve of her tiny waist and onto the flaring arch of her hips and thighs. She was beautiful and she had always known it, really, but now she was sure of it! It was no sin or crime to be beautiful! Her mother had lied to her all the way, telling her that she was only pretty, explaining sex as a horrible experience that a woman had to put up with when she got married. She had even said that Bob's wife was all make-up, and Sandi had been unable to detect any make-up at all on the beautiful red-haired woman! She had also said that her father's hair was light brown like hers ... well, maybe that was true. Now that she thought about it, all the rest of the hair on his body seemed to be a light brown except for his head. Maybe they did dye their hair out of the same bottle the way her mother had accused, but Carol seemed to be a natural redhead. Well, anyway, what difference did it make? They were nice, and they certainly understood the needs of a fifteen year old! God, what would she do when she had to go back?
She jolted herself out of the bed, compelling her shapely young legs into the little bath that adjoined the room. She turned on the cold water of the sink and splashed it onto her face. No! She had a whole year in front of her! She was not going to waste one single second of it by feeling sorry for herself. She was not going to give in to depression. She was going to fight it. What was the point of dwelling on the disappointments of the past when her present was so like a fairy tale? She could think of so many kids at school who would be envious!
And what was next? She stared into her reflection in the bathroom mirror to make sure that it was her in this beautiful peach and cream bathroom. A whole enchanted year of the unknown lay before her. What an adventure! And what a beginning! Right off the bat her stepmother and her father had solved the worst of her problems, the growing tensions and naughty-feeling tinglings that had been creeping around under the skin of her loins and her tits and inside her cunt for some time now. Some of the kids at school had recommended a boyfriend, but she had not the courage to be naughty with a boy. Now, she could not at all see why she had considered it naughty! God, it felt great!
And she saw nothing cheap about Carol Toy. Her mother had called her a whore who smoked hash, sniffed glue and helped Bob in his business by sleeping with the male clients. She had never used this description to Sandi, of course. Sandi had overheard her telling her bridge partner one day. Yet Sandi could not help feeling that Carol was exactly what she needed and that she would make life fun and worth living with a moment to moment excitement. She could see right away that Carol laughed more than she scowled and that she didn't worry about bedtime hours, all that early to bed and early to rise stuff!
Now the young fifteen year old returned to the bedroom and found the dressing mirror. For the first time in her life, she appraised her naked reflection without guilt or shame. She let her blue eyes travel up and down her figure and ran her fingers over the luscious curves of her body. In the summer her hair was always lighter than in the winter. It would probably get still a little lighter, if she got out into the sun. She admired her large blue eyes. She got those from her father, she thought proudly. Her full lips were the pouting lips of her mother, but that would change, she thought happily.
Suddenly, while quietly studying the sensuality of her naked body in the mirror, she could swear she heard music ... a piano. How lovely! How romantic! It was like the background music of a movie. Surely the hero of the film was about to come into the room. She didn't think the heroine was usually naked in the movies when the hero came in. She tried to think of some movie star walking into her room, but she felt self-conscious about being naked with a complete stranger. Of course, he wouldn't be a stranger at this point in the movie, she tried to convince herself, but the discomfort still cooled her off. Then she thought of her handsome father. Yes, he would be her hero. Even now his memory seemed to set off a million tiny arrows, and they pierced her flesh making it tingle with warmth. She could feel her heart increase its pulsing. The lovely teenager's hands unconsciously rose to her white tits and her fingers began to stroke the firm uplifted orbs lovingly, bringing the delicate pink buds that crowned them to a throbbing point, But, oh my, her father belonged to Carol! She was just going to have to get herself a boyfriend, and that was all there was to it!
Finally she wondered if the house was so still because everyone was gone somewhere, and besides, she was hungry. She found the closet of the room after opening one door and discovering that it led into another bedroom. She took her bathrobe from the hanger. She could shower and dress after having a sandwich. Somehow she had an idea that in this house, there was no set routine. She would be allowed to satisfy her needs instead of someone else's idea of right and wrong. Buttoning her robe right down to the bottom button out of habit, Sandi left the bedroom for the long skinny hallway and turned the wrong way.
The door at the end of the hall should be the kitchen, she thought, although it seemed to her that it was always standing open. Perhaps it was closed to keep the noise down so she could sleep! She opened the door gingerly and peeked in, hoping that it wasn't another bedroom and she was disturbing someone. And her eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets. It was a swimming pool! She couldn't believe it! Imagine having a swimming pool high up in an apartment! She had not thought it possible!
Excited, she looked around. It wasn't terribly large. There was a lot of patio with little tables. At one end there was a huge white grand piano, and Sandi immediately thought of the piano music she had heard earlier. But that was a radio, she was sure. The pool and its surrounding patio were deserted, and the room had that hollow feeling of emptiness with only a faint ticking of lapping water.
She could not resist sitting on the edge and dangling her feet in the water. Ooohhh, the fifteen year old groaned ecstatically as she thought of a whole year with a pool in her house ... a whole year of swimming whenever she wanted to! The water rushed about her ankles, seeming to want to draw her in further. It was so wonderfully enticing, not too hot or too cold! She would so much love to swim in it right now, to give in to the gently persistent invitation of the blue water lapping her feet!
And why not? She was free here, she knew, to do as she chose. She had only to take off her robe.
The room was empty, and the idea of swimming nude filled her with a curious excitement. Quickly she unbuttoned the top few buttons of her bathrobe and shed it down over her lovely body with impatience. She stood at the pool's edge for a brief moment, her toes curling over the ridged marble, a stunningly beautiful naked nymph slightly tanned except for her lovely developed fifteen year old tits, firmly upthrust, and her gently curving hips and loins.
From somewhere she felt a cooling breeze. There were windows open on the far side, and she felt a deliciously refreshing rush of cool air delicately pass between her half-spread legs and caress the light brown pubic hair that curled up silkenly from her loins. The curvaceously lovely blue eyed girl could not help but exult in the wonder of being so completely free. Suddenly she dove into the blue water and down toward the white bottom that seemed to be dancing. The sudden confrontation with the inviting water made her nipples tingle and her flesh pulse, and the young teenager swam languidly through the clear water, fully conscious of the fact now that she was getting a vicarious sexual thrill from her nakedness and the gently caressing water.
After awhile, she turned over onto her back and floated. With a lazy contentment, she observed the ceiling with its white painted rafters and the windows that on two sides curved out and down from almost the ceiling to almost the floor, forming a kind of sun-belly of glass. The water swelled from her movements in tiny waves that glided over her firm tingling tits, making them quiver in excitement while the delicate strawberry tips strained upwards like the mouth-watering final touches to a pair of sundaes.
Through the clear blue water she could see the shimmering patch of light brown hair on her pubic mound, and she arched her back and thrust her hips upwards to make the sensuous mound surface, like a dolphin, above the water. Lazily she spread her legs and let her head fall back. Then, closing her eyes to shut out the glare of the sun that poured through the windows, she listened to the lullaby of the lapping water. It was so very peaceful and sensual. She almost expected to hear the piano music again.
Then, without warning, she felt another presence in the water. She had heard nothing, but she opened her eyes. She turned over to tread water with her long graceful legs and swung her body full circle. She saw no one. It had to be her imagination although it was difficult not to feel that the tranquil rhythm of the water had been disturbed. She was sure that she was being rocked by the action of something sizeable. And for the first time she fearfully considered the possibility that this pool didn't belong to her father and his wife at all!
It was at that very moment that the huge, firmly muscled body of Richard Stacker suddenly plunged upwards from the depths of the pool, his wet chestnut-colored hair and perfect teeth dazzling in the brilliant light of the room and giving the impression that he was some frightening demon of the deep. Sandi lunged backwards in the water, terrified of being found by some stranger, probably in his own pool! But the stranger seemed perfectly relaxed and unconcerned by her presence, treading water and nodding his head pleasantly at her as though it were very common for him to dive into his pool and find a mermaid in the afternoon!
"You must be Sandi Toy," he finally said, smiling broadly. "Bob said his daughter was visiting."
Her instant thought was that they shared the pool, or his family shared it with her father because he wasn't old enough to have an apartment like these all by himself! She noticed that his brown eyes seemed to stare right through her as he drank in the exquisitely beautiful mermaid had had found thrashing about in the water.
"Uh ... do you live ... here?" she stuttered. She could not help staring in turn at the striking young man next to her in the water. She could see that he was powerfully built for his youth. His arms seemed to have an almost animal strength, and his well-developed chest caught the rays of the sun as they slanted in from the side so that his body seemed to glisten.
"No. I'm waiting to see your father."
Sandi shivered and tried to avoid his long, penetrating stare. Already she felt terribly vulnerable, and his mere proximity seemed to touch off an incredibly pleasant tingling sensation in her loins. They were only inches from each other now, and as his muscled arms stretched out and seemed to divide the water between them, his fingertips nearly grazed her tautly tingling tits.
"I'm Richard Stacker," he finally remembered to explain.
"Do people call you 'Dick?'" she asked.
"Some. But Bob wants it to stay 'Richard' now."
The lovely teenage girl felt her body burning despite the cooling ministrations of the water.
"I ... uh ... Richard ... well, I'd like to get out of the water and talk but ... but.. she faltered. She was getting very tired of treading water, careful to keep her body down and back out of his sight. Maybe she should just be straightforward.
"I've got nothing on. I thought...."
But he had thrown his head back and was roaring with delight. "That makes two of us," he finally managed to say. "I've been wondering how to explain swimming in your pool in my birthday suit. I know Bob and his wife wouldn't give a damn but...." He looked at her as if searching for permission not to worry about it. She couldn't speak. He had to be the most attractive boy she had ever met in her whole life.
He continued in a rather more intimate tone. "Let's not give a damn, either. You certainly shouldn't be embarrassed. You're a very beautiful girl."
Vaguely she realized that he must have seen her body after all. The mid-pool encounter seemed to have scrambled her brains, and she knew she wasn't doing a very good job of concealing the look of yearning in her blue eyes.
"You're waiting for my father?" she asked weakly.
"Yeah, I play the piano," he admitted with a grin. "That's what he left me doing."
"Oh," she said, not knowing herself whether-the exclamation was a reaction to his words, which identified the music she had heard from her bedroom, or a reaction to his touch. Suddenly the long muscled arm that continued to stroke the water, brushed against her body, and she felt a bolt of electricity charge through her. His body seemed to move in closer, and she could smell the musk of his powerful form.
"I didn't know piano players kept in such good ... shape," she said, aware too late that she was revealing where her mind was!
"Tired?" he asked laughing.
"Yes!" she exclaimed.
She felt his powerfully muscled arms reach under her armpits taking her by surprise so that she splashed water into her own face. He lifted her above the water, and as she sputtered and coughed, he held her next to him until she had caught her breath. Her tits were now brushing against his glistening chest, and the smooth roundness of her belly was moving seductively against the flatness of his. All of a sudden his mouth was on hers, and she felt his lips pressing tightly as his massive arms drew her tightly against the hardness of his glistening body.
The fifteen year old initiate in a new style of life could feel her tingling tits slowly being crushed into his chest and a wild thrill of excitement coursed through her loins. Already she could feel the long rigid length of his lust-filled cock as it thrust urgently against the hairy mound of her throbbing pussy in spasming back-and-forth motions. He reached down tenderly and delicately ran his fingers over the awakening mounds of her tits and down over her belly to the soft fleshy folds of her pussy below.
The smooth whiteness of her sensitive flesh began to tingle from the caresses of his magic hands until her body seemed a solid mass of burning desire. She wanted him. She didn't know why, but she knew now there could be no stopping. Perhaps it was because their encounter was out of a fairytale or a movie. He was the leading man which she had expected! Sandi Toy found herself returning his passionate kiss almost immediately. She pressed her fingers into his back and her hands massaged the smooth muscular body pressing into hers, anxiously.
Feeling her beautiful young body quaking and quivering and squirming against his, Richard hardly expected their chance encounter to stimulate such uncontrollably passionate responses on both their parts, but somehow it seemed so right that even the cooling water was unable to dampen the sudden ardor. He kissed her, and it seemed to him that he had kissed her many times before. That he knew her from another time, another place, but he was known as an incurable romantic anyway because of the music he liked to play. Wait until his friends found out that his old fashioned tastes were exactly what had landed him his agent, though! An agent who was right now booking him at the Golden Cobbler in a couple of weeks! He should be practicing to audition for that, he mused. To say he was already being booked was an enthusiastic exaggeration, but he couldn't pull away from this extraordinary girl's kiss!
Sandi drove the tip of her tongue deep into his mouth, laving his palate, and firing him with an urgent desire to possess her completely. Richard Stacker's hands slipped softly down the curve of her lovely back until he felt his fingers moving on the supple mounts of her firmly sculptured ass. He held the silken flesh between his palms for a moment, lifting the soft orbs gently, and then he began to rub them, marveling at the soft sheen of her taut flesh.
God, you are beautiful!" said the aspiring pianist, bending over her fully exposed and glisteningly naked body. And he pulled her towards him and gazed deeply into her lovely blue eyes. It was as if they were both speaking without saying words. His hot breath was now on her burning cheek, and his lips pressed against hers with a renewed urgency. His tongue slithered between her voluptuously red lips like a loving serpent responding to the music of an erotic flute, and his hands cupped her upthrust tits and milked softly and tenderly at the fleshy mounds. As his lust grew the fingers began to work more and more urgently until they were doing a madly violent dance on her delicate tits, and the pleasure was mixed exquisitely with pain. Slowly this man of almost god-like beauty, in the young Sandi's awe-struck eyes, worked the pointed buds of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, backwards and forwards until they were straining upward and quivering from the excitement of his superb ministrations.
Now his hands dropped to the undercurve of her white tits, and he leaned down and kissed her once again, driving his tongue between her parted, sensual lips until it was unfurled full-length into the moistly fleshy depths of her mouth. Their bodies welded together until they seemed to be licking and writhing as a single unit, the tempo of their passions gradually building up to a crescendo of erotic tension. Suddenly the dark-haired young man pulled his mouth away from hers and bit down savagely into her softly rounded shoulder.
Then moving onto another unmarked portion of her exquisite flesh he sucked and nibbled as slowly his hungry mouth traveled downwards to the creamy moons of her quaking tits.
"Oh, God," Sandi found herself moaning over and over again as his hungering mouth explored her flesh, and her body writhed and squirmed, squeaking the plastic weaving of the deck chair. Then as she felt his teeth sink into her tit, she dropped her hand between the area of his widely spread knees and grasped his iron-hard cock in her hands. The brown-eyed young man moaned a deep low pleading sound as she began to manipulate the foreskin back and forth over the huge red-rounded head of his cock.
His hot traveling mouth was enclosed tightly about her throbbing nipple now, and he began to suck gently, swirling his tongue about her areola in torturously tiny circles until the straining bud in the center was pulsing with excitement. Simultaneously his hands explored the softly firm belly and thighs that seemed to be ready to pound through the webbing.
"Ooohhhhhh, please! Please!" the young girl murmured, her body like a helpless mass of clay in the hands of this unreal dream of a young man whose erotic ministrations seemed to be moving her to heights of ecstasy she had never before experienced. She was fondling his throbbing stone cylinder of cock flesh between his legs lovingly now, wondering at the smooth hardness of it and guiding it toward the hungry red folds of her unfulfilled loins.
The experience was incredibly spontaneous and refreshing to him and he wanted to provide the writhing girl beneath him by her father's pool with total fulfillment so that she would always recall the moment, so that it would always be synonymous with the highest pleasure. He almost wished he could play something on the piano at the same time.
His mouth slid down over her quivering belly, his massively swollen cock-shaft sliding from her belly as his muscled torso moved away from her.
"Have you ever done this before?" he whispered.
"Yes," she hissed impatiently.
His hungry tongue probed wetly into her tiny navel and sucked and laved the exquisitely sculptured indentation until her torso began to shiver from the lascivious sensations, and then lower and lower his lips moved in maddening patterns of indecent arousal until she was breathless and thrashing and mewling in total surrender.
The lovely brown-haired teenager felt her thighs gently being parted by his strong hands, and she groaned as the feeling of air wafted across the rising bud of her now fully exposed clitoris. She was a completely willing slave to her new pianist-lover, and her thighs suddenly parted of their own volition as she awaited his next move.
The young man's tongue flicked forward, the tip of it moistly teasing the tiny exposed bud of her clitoris, causing it to explode into erection. Sandi wrenched forward from the electric shock of that first contact.
"Aaauuuwww!" she cried. "More! More, oh, please! It's so good! It feels so good!" she gasped as she felt the strong fingers spreading the soft, hair-lined lips of her cunt until she could feel the coolness of the damp room air brushing against the velvet softness of the mouth of her cunt.
Finally he fucked his hard, lasciviously impassioned tongue deep into the confines of her exposed cunt, this time mercilessly spearing it in and out of the center of her being with the rapidity of "The Minute Waltz" firing madly into the core of her being. She was nearly driven mad by the sudden sexual ministrations between her thighs, and she seized the tangles of his wet chestnut-colored curls with her thrashing hands, pressing his mouth deeper into the crevice of her hotly aching cunt.
Now his wet tongue was circling madly about inside of her, the tip flicking exquisitely against the velvety soft walls of her cuntal hole and causing her hips to buck and writhe uncontrollably like some wild horse suddenly saddled for the first time. She began to murmur words of love to him without being really conscious of their meaning. Her tits heaved out breathlessly as she gasped for air, and she jackknifed her knees upward to open herself more fully to the lewd sensations of his ceaselessly fucking tongue.
He, too, was going nearly out of his mind. He gripped her shoulders and wriggled around to make sure that his thick, lust-swollen cock-shaft was angled properly. Then, without further ceremony, he fucked his long hard prick up into the inner depths of the teenage beauty's achingly salacious cunt. It took a little effort, and she raised her ass off the chair to make sure she would get the whole of the fearful-looking muscle, so veined and hardened with excitement, and it seemed to fuck deeper and deeper as if it had no end, until her cuntal canal seemed completely filled by the huge rod of flesh until she was helplessly skewered on his swollen sword of lust-flesh.
Sandi Toy felt as if sparks of fire were burning from the passage of her cuntal walls and setting her whole being afire, the inner depths of her tight hole being so exquisitely pummeled to the tips of her erected trembling tits. The burning pain had become the most incredible pleasure. It happened much sooner than with her father. For a brief moment it was as if she had passed to another plane of existence and was floating in some fairytale land over the rainbow. Oh, how incredible! She had never realized such joy could be felt, and she prayed that this joy would never end, that this exquisite skewering she was being subjected to would go on and on for all eternity. Sandi Toy's body began to adapt itself to the feverish rhythmic undulations of her strange lover's lunging hips until the two bodies were moving almost as one person.
With his bloated cock firmly embedded deep up inside her, Richard fumbled his hands beneath her asscheeks and lifted them from the chair. He dug his fingers snugly into her warmly wet ass and pressed forward even deeper into her aching pussy, his hips rotating in slow circular motions as his hard cock-head penetrated the slippery depths. His fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her white ass, and the kneading grew into more and more frenzied ministrations as they moved slowly toward the puckered ring of her asshole.
"Ooohhh, yesssssss," she murmured, feeling her insides opening to receive the fiery rod of flesh even more deeply, and she pressed her tortured flesh into his tightly, wanting to suck his entire body into hers.
Suddenly he drove his extended middle finger past the tight protective sphincter muscle of her asshole.
"Aaarrrggh," she groaned, her body stiffening briefly from the unexpected attack on her sensitive bottom. She vaguely recalled having the same thing done this morning, but she was still struck speechless, gasping for breath as the wave of pain sent a shudder through her whole being. But once again there was something about the torturous attack that was indescribably pleasurable. Slowly Richard Stacker began to rotate his invading finger around and around until the pain faded and the brown-haired young girl's body relaxed. The probing finger continued to move, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider, and the fucking of his rock-hard cock began to resume its frenzy.
A deep moan of extraordinary pleasure seemed to burst from deep inside her as her asshole became more accustomed to the impalement of his finger. He slid his other hand softly upwards from the softly rounded cheeks of her ass and began to massage the soft, sparsely hair-lined folds of pink flesh that were clasping tightly at his fucking cock.
The lovely blue-eyed teen could feel the edge of the pool at her foot. They both heard noises, the rustling of people from somewhere, and yet they couldn't stop ... not now, not so close to the ultimate reward of their passionate coupling.
Richard continued to fuck in deeper and deeper, spurred on by their race against discovery and interruption. He lunged forward and let his long thick, lust-inflated prick fuck up into her pussy, parting the soft flesh of her cuntal walls savagely until with a loud smack his cum-swollen balls thudded against the upturned cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, God, hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" she cried, grinding her loins against his passionately, her panic mounting as the sound of laughing voices seemed to grow more and more urgent.
But the sounds seemed to make him even more excited, and his granite-like cock seemed to strain inside her sprouting like some strange mushroom until she could feel that every inch of her insides were filled. Frantically, she renewed her own rhythm, determined to climax before he would withdraw again.
She was so very full, and she couldn't bear the thought of his withdrawing his exquisite weapon of flesh a micro inch from the tight confines of her inner cunt. She could feel it now, a great roaring sensation welling up in her loins, a kind of raging inner sea that competed with the surf that was threatening to swallow them both. It was growing now inside her, growing and growing, and then suddenly she felt the raging sea burst forth from the hot pit of her savagely writhing loins and her whole body twitched and quaked from the force of the eruption deep inside her, and then the explosion was repeated a thousand times until she was shrieking hopelessly on the chair. She could feel her cum ooze from inside her and gush around Richard Stacker's hotly pulsing rod, still madly fucking in and out of her quivering cunt. Her body felt wet and slippery from water and perspiration as he reached forward and pressed his quaking flesh deep up into her.
"Ooohhhhhh! Aaahhhhhh!" he groaned as he felt the sticky hot semen suddenly shoot from his aching balls and race up the length of his thundering cock into her hotly clasping cuntal hole.
The young, brown-haired girl could feel the white hot sperm shooting through the center of her being. She felt it mix with her own cuntal fluids and then overflow down the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Gasping for breath, Richard Stacker pulled himself reluctantly out of the quivering young body of his agent's daughter and lifted her up with them. They stood for a moment on the edge of the pool, then laughed, holding each other's shaking spent body briefly, then dove back into the pool, each swimming to his end or hers, where their clothes were waiting.
CHAPTER FOUR
The Toys believed in celebrating whenever possible and found any excuse possible for a party. Therefore, when Richard Stacker won a two-week trial contract from the Golden Cobbler, the intense redheaded Carol went right to work, calling every friend in town for an opening night bash at the apartment. Before going in to the club that night, she moved restlessly from room to room, checking and rechecking out all the rooms for last minute details that might need doing for the evening's ... or rather, morning's ... party. She paused in front of a tray of reefers Bob had carefully prepared for their guests. Just about everybody in town smoked them instead of her. It was getting harder and harder to keep away from them, the social pressure was so great. Resolutely she turned away, went to the refrigerator and checked the hors d'oevres and the ginger ale and the soda and the wine for the tenth time, at least. It was her way of forgetting the reefers, but that was getting more and more difficult to do. She wished they could omit them from their parties. She was terribly afraid of what might happen to her singing if she got hooked.
Quickly she moved her eyes in spot by spot surveillance of the rest of the kitchen. There were a couple of dishes and a cup in the sink. She had meant to wash them and now she did. She then moved back again into the living room. It was spotless, and the sight of it started, strangely, a set of reactions in her thinking. They were rationalizations of a kind. Why the hell was she going to such bother for tonight's party? The people she had invited could not care less about the trivial details of a tidy living room. All they would care about was the quality of the entertainment which would consist of the stereo and a repeat of Richard's opening performance with Carol. By that time in the morning, most of their nighthawk friends couldn't tell the difference between a clean and a messy apartment. They would all have had enough drinks or enough marijuana to make themselves comfortable whatever they did or wherever they went. But of course she was fussing, she thought. She was fussing as a way of escaping from what she really wanted.
She had given up marijuana at the same time that she began becoming nutrition conscious. After all, if there was one thing a singer could not afford, it was to go over the hill too fast. She had missed an engagement once because of being stoned, and that had frightened her. Now she was afraid of becoming weak in any way, of giving in to any emotions but sexual ones, the kind that made her performance the hit that it always was. Snapping her head brusquely, she stalked to her bedroom. She would take a good long shower and make sure that it took her until time to leave for the club to get dressed. She turned on the radio beside her bed, finding the country western station. For some reason, that music always helped her forget the marijuana, too.
Stripping off her kaftan to the broken-hearted drawl of Johnny Cash mourning the death of a daughter, Carol hurried into her bathroom and under the shower. She turned on the spray as hot as she could stand it, then reached the washcloth and moved it over her lovely tits and limbs, the scented soap as rich and frothy as whipped cream. She used the cloth to rub her legs and arms and shoulders, then moved it languidly up over her full aching tits. She took a great deal of time bathing the insides of her thighs, for if she could not wash the desire for the pot away, she could replace it. More often that her husband knew, her sexual ardor was an attempt to replace her ardor for the weed!
Suddenly she could feel her foam-tipped tits, with their rapidly hardening strawberry knobs, rising and falling as her breathing increased and knew that it was time to get out of the shower stall. Turning off the spray, she pulled a huge fluffy yellow towel from a towel ring, stepped out of the shower stall, and began to rub herself dry. Now every inch of her skin was so sensitive that even the lightest touch of the rough toweling only stimulated her that much more. She brought the magic towel, that was rapidly making her forget exactly what she chose to forget, up to her tender tits and began to rub more vigorously, feeling her swollen nipples hardening until the sensual pain wracked her lushly aroused body.
Impatiently she lowered the towel and let her right hand fondle her tits. Her fingers squeezed and pulled the pulsating nipples, the palm of her hand pressing and flattening her tits. Emerald eyes closed, mouth partly open, she reveled in the exquisite pleasure she was bringing herself. Yes, this was the solution. This was always the solution.
This was the solution to every worry, every problem, every less desirable temptation there was.
At the same time that she was caressing her generous tits, she began to dry the red-curled triangle of her pussy mound, and the touch of the rough towel against her sensitive cuntal lips gave her such a stab of pleasure that she sucked in her breath and rubbed the spot more briskly. Soon the touch of the towel was not enough. She let it slip from her hands and spread her legs wide apart.
Lightly and tenderly her hands moved down over her trembling belly to her loins, and she began pulling at the crisp red tendrils, as her fingers slipped in between her legs. Maybe it was the sudden chill of the tile wall as she leaned her back against it, or the electrifying touch of her fingertips on her super-sensitive cuntal lips, but she suddenly popped open her beautiful green eyes and saw the reflection of her nakedness in the wall across from her, a wall that was completely mirror. She saw her hands thrust obscenely down between her legs and decided that she didn't want it this way tonight. It frequently took her a few experiments to discover just what she needed at that particular time to satisfy her.
For a moment, the curvaceous redhead hesitated, searching her imagination for the best way to relieve the pressure that was building deep in her belly. Suddenly, with a deep throaty moan, she dropped her towel and glided to her bed, enjoying the air now upon her lovely, aroused body. Climbing up on the big bed, she lay on her back and spread her long white legs out wide, propping her feet up on the wall next to the bed, keeping her firm full thighs well apart. Staring down over her body, she watched with fascination as she pretended that someone else's, a woman's, fingers gradually parted the soft red strands of pubic hair and drew the lips of her cunt gently apart, revealing the wet open slit running down to the tightly clenched cheeks of her ass. Carol moistened her lips and could feel her heart beginning to pound furiously in her chest as her green eyes stared, glazed and, rather than seeing the ceiling, imagined the beautiful face of young Sandi Toy!
Teasing her forefinger along the nakedly exposed opening, the voluptuous stepmother pressed gently into the soft wet pussy-flesh. Her fingernail scratched delicately at the rising hardness of her clitoris, making the nerve-filled little piece of soft pin flesh stand up boldly. Her middle finger, meanwhile, slipped unobtrusively into the very center of her pulsing cunt, working its way insistently deep, like any burrowing creature, deep into the warm moist hole.
Half closing her eyes, she played lingeringly with her aching cunt, tickling and wiggling her finger in and out of the tiny opening until her ass was twitching automatically in a fierce clenching and unclenching rhythm. Her other hand wandered back up to her full white tits, letting her fingers roll the supple flesh and pinch at the stiffened nipples. She was vaguely aware that someone was talking on the radio. Her desire now had become almost uncontrollable, and the radio was an irritant. She took the time to flick it off and then returned to her finger-fucking. By now her fingers were racing madly in and out of her naked cunt as she fingered herself in rising lust and desire, all the while with her lovely stepdaughter in her mind's eye. She wiggled her ass violently, thrusting her loins up against the lewdly intruding fingers. She wanted to be fulfilled and yet she must drag it out!
She let herself be carried away on a tide of remembering the feeling of the fifteen year old's young and gentle hands on her naked flesh like that first morning, savoring each erotic memory, slowly increasing the obscene tempo of her fingers until they were flashing in and out, of her love-hungry cunt at a fever pitch of abandoned lust. The frustrated nightclub singer panted desperately as the sensations in her tormented cunt built wildly to the breaking point. She could feel her heels drumming helplessly on the wall, and she fucked even more furiously into the tight pulsing hole of her devouringly rapacious cunt. Clenching the thumb and forefinger of her other hand over the nipple of her tit, she pinched hard, bruising the tautly throbbing bud, pinching ... pinching ... pinching!
Meanwhile, the young teenager, Sandi Toy, was tremendously excited to think that she would be seeing Richard play tonight. Bob was going to smuggle her into the nightclub for the performance, and then there would be her first big party afterwards. She was so excited that she didn't know what to do with herself. She had spent as much of the day as she could in the pool, but when her fingers began to resemble little white raisins, she couldn't do that any longer. And so it was that she was absolutely beside herself looking for something to do when, wandering about the apartment, she came upon the reefers in the tray.
Marijuana! She knew what it was, and her father had promised to let her try one that very night! She hadn't told him that she had already sneaked a toke once at school. He was obviously enjoying the prospect of introducing her to yet another new experience. Carol, he told his daughter, would not approve because she had given it up herself, but he would get one to her on the sly! Sandi smiled to herself and automatically reached down and picked up one of the rolls from the tray. It would be kind of nice to have one right now. Maybe it would calm her down and she could nap before it was time to go to the club! She had already dressed and there was nothing more she could do with her appearance to keep busy!
And so she found a match and lit the reefer. She took a deep breath, recalling how she had choked when she tried it at school, and held the sweetly pungent smoke in her lungs. She had always wanted to try it by herself to see if she could do it. Her father's house was the ideal place since her behavior was so uncensored and the odor would even go unnoticed in all likelihood! She exhaled. God, she really liked that! The teenager quickly stole another puff. Already she could feel herself drifting into a marvelous kind of lazy, comfortable state of euphoria. She floated over to her father's stereo and took a record from the top of the pile that was sitting ready for the party. She placed it on the turntable and rolled the buttons about until it started to spin and the player arm moved out and down. Loud music permeated the room, and she began to move across the white rug to the music's beat, stretching her arms and undulating her hips while her body absorbed the sensual rhythms of the music. She felt as though she were suspended from a cord from the ceiling. She thrust her legs and her arms and wiggled down toward the floor and back. It rocked all right, but it teased her nerves, too. Ah yes, she thought, and she moved faster and faster, feeling as if the music was sexually assaulting her. I'm being raped by a rocking rhythm, she thought to herself. Imagine being raped by a rocking rhythm! That is far, far out!
Her body collapsed onto the couch in complete exhaustion very abruptly. She felt weightless now and without any problems at all, even the heavy problem she had had today, she giggled, of having to wait for tonight to happen! Oh my, she thought. She hoped the rest of her life would be filled with such "heavy" problems. Again she giggled to herself and threw her head back on the broadly striped black and white fabric.
Where was Carol, she wondered suddenly? Was she getting ready? She knew that her stepmother had to be at the club fairly soon to run through a quick rehearsal, not a regular rehearsal, Carol had explained, but a technical rehearsal. It seemed that the man who ran the lights had to know the routine and adjust the colors of his gels to the set and the costumes of the performers.
"Can't you just tell him what color you're wearing on the telephone?" Sandi had asked the beautiful singer when she had first explained it.
Carol had breathed in deeply in mock horror. "No, my dear! Positively not! Colors are as volatile as chemicals can be. There are all sorts of tints and shades and hues. The same goes for the gels over the lights. You can't do anything so subtle over the telephone. If I wear aqua, which I very often do, he has to know how much blue is in it in relation to how much green, you see, and not only that, but how it blends with my hair and complexion! Every time I go on stage my make-up is different because I am made up to blend with my clothing, you see. And I might be more tanned one day than another on top of that!"
"Goodness!" Sandi had exclaimed, her mouth dropping with surprise so that Carol, momentarily, thought the child was stunned by the information about color. But the fifteen year old said, "Do you have to wear make-up? I didn't know you wore make-up!"
Carol laughed, "The lights would make a snow-woman of me if I didn't." She was flattered that the child obviously admired her without it. She was flattered and attracted.
Sandi, somewhat stoned with her first real marijuana ... after all, you couldn't call her school disaster a true first experience with the weed ... was thinking haphazardly of the technical rehearsal when the fear that her stepmother might be asleep instead of getting ready penetrated the haze of her brain. Slowly she rose and weaved her steps toward her beautiful stepmother's room. Fortunately, she bumped against the door as she tried to open it to see if it were necessary to waken Carol, and the red-haired woman, on the point of orgasm, automatically lowered her legs to the bed and pretended that she was asleep. The soft light of the room cast a shimmering glow on Carol's curvaceous body, completely uncovered and available to Sandi's admiring gaze.
"Carol," she called to the lovely woman, rocking her arm. "Carol, you better shower and dress. It's getting late!"
The gorgeous woman blinked her eyes, pretending sleepiness and then allowed the slightly stoned fifteen year old to take her by the hand and lead her slowly into the bathroom. Would wonders never cease? Sandi was exactly what she wanted tonight! Exactly! She said nothing as her stepdaughter led her directly to the tub. But then, stepping up behind the light brown-haired girl, she placed her hands gently on her softly rounded shoulders and began to knead the firm white flesh tenderly, relaxing the neck muscles that were hardly tense in Sandi's condition. And then Carol moved in closer and planted her mouth on the nape of the lovely neck, laving the silken flesh with wet kisses in a winding trail that descended down Sandi's back to the zipper of her dress. Then she was suddenly on her knees, too frustrated to even notice the scent of marijuana, her widely spread fingers at the base of the young girl's spine, kneading the muscles there right through the garment.
Sandi felt her concern for time and preparations flow from her body in waves of tingling sensations. She could feel her muscles expanding as her body loosened even more than under the influence of the reefer and made itself ready for the lovemaking which, by now, seemed to be the reason she had come in.
Carol suddenly turned the young girl toward herself and almost hypnotizing her with her lust-filled green eyes, the singer quickly undressed the fifteen year old. As she ran her slightly swollen-with-lust eyes hungrily over the young girl's generously endowed body, she was vaguely aware of the symptoms left by the reefer, which was not just marijuana as Sandi had supposed, but was a mixture of marijuana and hash, but she dismissed any suspicions from her mind. Her need was too strong to be diverted by any other thought.
Sandi, unable to bear the penetrating gaze any longer, turned away to the tub and turned on the tap full blast. While she was bent in this revealing position, her firmly sculptured asscheeks involuntarily splayed and revealed the tiny gray-pink bud of her asshole. Her stepmother's hungry eyes fixed themselves on the girl's vulnerable ass and without shifting her gaze, she reached by Sandi's hips to adjust the flow of water, which the girl had made far too hot and fast. Both of their bodies seemed to be trembling now.
As Carol Toy gazed at the partially opened lips of Sandi's beckoning cunt, which protruded from the spread silken white thighs, she felt her breath quicken at the thought of possessing the voluptuous intimate areas of the teenager's body once again. Her desire, already inflamed once tonight, was mounting uncontrollably again, and when she finished adjusting the water temperature, she moved through the steam to the beautiful body before her and laid her fingers on the tiny waist. They were trembling more and more. Her husband's daughter's skin was so incredibly soft and smooth, she thought to herself. She fondled the warm flesh for a moment and then moved her fingers down until they rested on the supple curves of Sandi's hips. Slowly they drifted upwards over the flat belly, the soft rise of her rib cage and the taut uplifted mounds of her brown-haired girl's silken tits.
Sandi Toy felt her whole body tingle with the delicate touch. Gently her older lover turned her so that they were facing each other. The young girl realized when she was finally facing the naked body of her stepmother that the latter had not even noticed that Sandi had been smoking a reefer. Her eyes surveyed the gorgeous red-nippled tits and traveled downward over the smooth and voluptuous female form to the incredibly white patch of flesh which her stepmother's bikini-bottom protected from tanning and wondered erratically what color gel the man who did the lighting would use when there was a mixture of tan and untanned skin. A soft mound of red-colored hair further complicated it, she thought, and then those thoughts were gone as quickly as they had come.
Sandi could feel her own nipples hardening with desire and straining to peaked points as they faced each other. She glanced down quickly at her own tits. They were almost throbbing, burning with excitement. Her own normally soft-textured nipples seemed to be bursting open like over-ripened buds. It was funny, but she had been sure that only Richard Stacker could ever make her nipples do that again.
Carol, sensing the young girl's growing lust, brought her own nipples into delicious contact with Sandi's straining buds. The young girl gasped aloud at the electrical contact. Then without warning Carol scissored her legs open exposing the thin slit of her cunt nestled teasingly between the patch of downy red hair that surged upwards from her loins. She seemed to be moving in the clouds of steam like a star making a dramatic entrance in slow motion. Again Sandi was reminded of lighting and there was a hazy feeling that she had forgotten to tell Carol something.
The touch of guilt that flickered through her mind triggered other guilt feelings. After all, Carol was a member of her own sex, and there was no doubt about the feelings of attraction that were permeating her flesh for the older woman. Did she really have a right to feel such strong attraction for another female? Had some perverse demon been unleashed inside her that would render her a freak, a misfit, or a child of Satan as her mother had always warned her? She found herself edging toward the bathroom tiles as Carol moved slowly toward her like a temptation out of the mists, a swamp spirit. The spirit was moving rhythmically from side to side and letting her large enticing tits brush again and again against the younger girl's.
All of a sudden she heard a rushing sound. The bathtub must be overflowing, she thought with panic. She sidled out of the older woman's 'each and over to the tub, leaning over to test the temperature of the water that was nearly overflowing and was gushing down the overflow drain like a small waterfall during a thaw. She could not help but be aware that the position of her body made her tingling pussy available to her stepmother, and yet she was thrilled with the idea that the secret, fleshy folds of her seemingly ravenous cunt were being scrutinized by the intense eyes of the beautiful singer. She bent over slightly and remained in the position so that Carol could feast her eyes on the pinkly moist flesh of the teenaged cunt. The enticing slit peeled apart and the inner lips were succulently revealed to the redheaded woman's unwavering stare. A light trickle of moisture began to run down the inner thighs of her long, poised legs as the warmth of the young fifteen year old's lust fused with her own lustful desires. She made no move to conceal this premature emission of her love juices, but rather, she scissored her thighs even further apart so that Carol could not miss the thick liquid which was escaping from the inner confines of her lasciviously palpitating pussy.
Slowly, Carol made her way toward the tub. The teenager felt her own hands reach out and caress the tender swells of the older woman's tits while she looked down, noting with a kind of floating wonderment and awe as the lithe, experienced fingers of the curvaceous redhead manipulated her own tits gently. They cupped and then raised the melon-shaped mounds. Her hands felt so gentle, so soft, so ... so motherly, Sandi thought. Slowly the two stepped into the steaming tub of water. Renewed sensations of warmth filled the young girl's yearning body, and she stretched her legs beneath the water and let her body go limp, collapsing in the all-embracing heat of the bath.
Carol Toy let her own body collapse with her husband's daughter's almost as if she were a mere extension of it. Still embracing the firmly supple mounds of the pulsating tits, she positioned herself so that she was nearly in the water between Sandi's widespread legs, forcing the younger girl to draw her knees up.
Sandi Toy gasped aloud as tiny shocks of forbidden pleasure began to explode deep down in her belly as she felt the gentle pressure of the older woman's knees pressing against her crotch.
Carol reached away, and taking a large sponge from a glass shelf above her, she methodically began to soap Sandi's right tit, massaging, massaging the left mound with her fingers and gently pulling at the rubbery nipple beneath the water. She worked up a heavy lather with the sponge and then proceeded to spread the foamy suds over the young brown-haired girl's silkenly soft skin until the steaming bath water grew frothy with bubbles. The young fifteen year old schoolgirl slumped forward slowly in the dream-like haze of combined marijuana, hot, misty steam, and lustful desire, bringing her cheek to rest against her stepmother's thigh. The firm sleek muscles, wet with warm soapy water was intimately inviting, and she nuzzled it like a child nuzzles her mother's tit.
The lewdly desirous older woman was now soaping the young girl's left tit. She dipped the dripping sponge into the water and then ran it lingeringly over the trembling upturned mound of white flesh. The tiny red nipple pulsed and rose to magnificently erect stature.
After completely saturating the upper half of the trembling light brown-haired girl's lovely torso, Carol urged her to stand in the steaming tub so that she would be able to get at the lower part of the girl's body. Sandi rose obediently, and standing with her legs well apart, she stretched her arms out and balanced herself against the wall. It was all so unreal. Sandi was feeling kind of numb and dizzy. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as the loving hands of her stepmother moved to her legs.
First the woman washed the outside of the younger girl's smoothly curvaceous legs, then moving slowly up the long, splayed limbs, her hands came to rest momentarily on the lushly rounded hips.
The brown-haired girl's younger body began to shudder from the gentle caresses, and Carol's lithe fingers edged in slowly to the sensuously soft insides of her stepdaughter's thighs, until they were touching her lusciously quivering pussy lips. They seemed to dance on the contracting lips for a moment and then edged inside and gently pried the lips apart. Carol slipped her index finger in and out of slippery opening until Sandi felt her body tingling at the gentle penetration. Then the singer added two fingers to the first and pushed all three deep up into the chasm between the pinkly glistening folds. They disappeared with a soft, sucking noise as the young brown-haired child groaned from the ever-mounting pleasurable sensations that were taking hold of her tremblingly vulnerable form.
The teenager clenched her eyes tight and ground her teeth as her body began to writhe between the fucking fingers, drilling her open pussy with uncontrollable lust. Sandi knew that she wouldn't be able to bear much more of this exquisite pleasure and finally, fearing that she was going to faint, she cried out for Carol to stop.
Eyes wide with lustful excitement, the redheaded singer slowed her relentless pounding and gently pulled the wavy cunt lips wide open with her thumbs. She was staring right up into the little girl's crotch, and she could see directly into the exposed cunt.
Whimpering softly, the younger girl leaned all of her weight against the tiled wall as Carol snaked her tongue in and out of the pulsating pussy lips, laving the soft hair-fringed cuntal lips with the moistness of her own saliva. She licked up and down the sides of the parted cuntal lips and then her tongue continued journeying downwards until it lightly touched the pink rosebud of the young girl's asshole between her quivering thighs. It was easy to tell how unsteady her younger lover was on her feet, and her thumbs pressed the pouting red lips of the girl's cunt open while her fingers grasped and supported her hips. Slowly her mouth moved upwards to the spot at the top of the gaping red folds where the fifteen year old's tiny clitoris was barely visible.
"Aaahhhhhh! Ooooooohhhh," Sandi gasped, unable to stifle the cry of ecstasy as the skillful tongue began to send little explosions coursing through her loins. Then the probing wet tongue came into contact with her clitoris directly, and Sandi leaped upwards from the sensation of the contact. It was the sharpest, most delectable feeling that had ever possessed her.
"Carol! I can't stand it! Oh, please! Pleeaasse!" Her young thighs were jerking helplessly, wedged open by the older woman's upraised face. The young girl was nearly in an irrational frenzy now, and her hands plunged downwards to the older woman's head and she began to beat the palms of her hands frantically against the lewdly licking head, vainly trying to pull away from the rapacious mouth and the darting tongue that were providing her with such an unbearable pleasure.
However, she was unable to stop the salaciously relentless ministrations of the hot pulsing hole between her legs, and Carol continued to fuck her firm tongue at the now-hardened and throbbing clitoris. She finally released her nibbling teeth from the soft inner flesh of the young girl's aching pussy lips and let the fleshy folds fall back into place, letting her hands rise and grasp the rigid firmness of Sandi's tightly clenched asscheeks. Slowly she coaxed her fingers into the crease of the asscheeks, and as they relaxed, she began to massage the sensitive pink asshole with her out-thrust forefinger. The tiny hole was wet and slick from the soap and steaming water so that the older woman was able to penetrate it easily. Her slim extended finger slipped between the wall of the tight inner, defensively clenched muscles until it was buried too deep up the colon of the fearfully cringing young girl to ever come out, it seemed.
Sandi writhed from the agony of the invading finger, but when it had finally probed her delicate insides all the way up to its knuckle, she felt the pain of the vile intrusion transform into the most unexpected form of pleasure. Her desperate writhing stopped, and she stood exhausted against the wall. Oh, how she longed to lie down and place her body against Carol's curvaceous body. She wanted to feel the feminine closeness of the woman's tits and loins and thighs.
Gently she disengaged Carol's sucking mouth from her pussy. The green-eyed stepmother looked up into her blue eyes for what seemed an eternity. Then she slowly pulled her finger from the tight confines between the soft soapy asscheeks.
Carol Toy stood up and then led Sandi Toy from the tub. The two females dried off and sprayed each other with some of Carol's spicy perfume. Then they returned to the bedroom and fell upon the soft mattress. Carol's eager arms enfolded her young visitor's warmly soft flesh, and Sandi enthusiastically returned the embrace. Their bodies pressed into each other as they hugged tightly, and their lips met in a long shameless kiss, their tongues probing madly into the depths of each other's mouth. It was all so unreal for Sandi. The marijuana must still be affecting her, she thought with a brain that was floating in some limbo of time and space. They weren't two females now but two uncontrollably hungry forces, larger than life.
Young Sandi began to run her trembling hands over the white moon-like mounds of her stepmother's ass, smoothly stroking the delicate hills with long, loving caresses. Her other hand moved gradually between the small valley of Carol's tits and softly milked the firm round tit nearest her.
The redheaded singer's tits responded immediately to the gentle manipulation and the rosy-brown pointed buds of her nipples grew rigid and strained upwards. Her breathing became excited gasps, and her tongue plunged into the moistly heated inner depths of the puckered lips beneath her with desperately rapid in and out fucking. Slowly as the fires of her own salacious lust began to consume her writhing flesh, she inserted a finger into the younger girl's soft, tight, gripping cuntal hole and began fucking it in and out as she had with her tongue.
Bob Toy's two women were far too aroused now for gentle caresses. Their kisses were hard and furious and their piercing tongues followed the same desperate rhythm of their fucking fingers. Together they plunged into each other's aching pussies with a wildly uncontrollable abandonment.
Carol fucked her outstretched forefinger deep and hard into the womb of the young girl's hungering cunt as the latter's young body seemed to be vibrating as if on the brink of a volcanic eruption. Than as the elastic walls of the moist hole stretched to accommodate the lustily fucking fingers, she inserted her middle finger, continuing the fierce in and out penetration into the velvety soft confines of the moistly heated pussy.
The light brown-haired young teenager was sinking into a helpless delirium as she felt Carol's fingers fucking into the depths of her cunt, bringing her desires to fever pitch as the mounting tension of her passions began to demand release with every savage thrust that seemed to be intent on wrenching her to pieces. She began to urge her loins up and down in a frenzied mindless tempo as her body started to tremble from the beautiful singer's long fingers in her defensively clasping, juicy cunt. The rhythm of those fucking fingers was driving Sandi out of her mind now, and her whole torso was writhing under the force of the impaling blows, and yet she tightened the muscles of her pussy for fear the pounding fingers would escape before she had reached her climax. She was so close, so very close! She was almost upon it! She was on the very brink!
"Ooohhhhhh," she moaned mindlessly. "Go deeper, Carol! Deeper! I'm cumming!"
The older woman obediently fucked her entire hand into the hotly demanding pussy. Sandi felt the fiery hot ball deep in her belly shudder and explode into a thousand pieces, and her body jerked and spasmed and convulsed in wild frenzy.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "Fuck me, Carol! Fuck me faster! Go on, oh, please! Go harder! Fuuccckkk haarrdder!"
Savagely biting into the older woman's lip, she forced her to join her frenzied rhythms as she erupted in final orgasm, the plentiful ooze of her hot cum drenching the redhead's fucking fingers.
The lovely young teenager let a low groan escape from the depths of her being and then shuddered into exhaustion. She was barely able to move, barely able to open her eyes, and suddenly an alarm startled the quiet of the room.
The lovely redhead bounded off the bed. "I've got fifteen minutes before leaving for rehearsal," she told the young girl.
Sandi Toy felt shame and regret well up inside her. "Gosh, I'm sorry, Carol," she muttered, realizing that her stepmother had been aroused without receiving any relief at all.
"Sorry for what?" the woman asked while dressing faster than Sandi had ever seen anyone dress before.
"For ... for not ... you know ... doing it for you!"
Carol managed a smile just before she slipped her dress over her head. "You just wait until tonight's party," she said good-naturedly. "Carol Toy never goes hungry ... at least for sex!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Sandi Toy was certainly proud to sit at a table in The Golden Cobbler with her handsome father and even prouder to have the beautiful and popular redheaded singer with her handsome accompanist join them between performances. At one point, while Carol and Richard were on stage, the teenager paid special attention to the lighting to see if Carol .ever appeared like the weird ghoul she said was possible if the lighting technician made a mistake, but the scrutinizing fifteen year old could find no errors in the colorful effect. Her beautiful stepmother was always extremely attractive, as fresh-looking with the make-up under the lights as she always was at home, without make-up, in natural lighting. The only difference seemed to be that she glittered more and the chiaroscuro effects of her dress were more outstanding. There were times, during a fast number, when her hair seemed to be a bed of live sparks under the clever lighting, but it never did that when it would detract from a slower song. There were times when her stepmother's green eyes glistened and times when they softly glowed instead. And Richard ... Richard was always handsome with his chestnut curls softly framing his firm face, his brown eyes glowing mysteriously, and his strong white teeth gleaming whenever the music made it appropriate to smile.
Sandi Toy not only knew these beautiful, talented people, but she was almost related to the singer! And she had made love to both of them! Her young body was absolutely swollen to bursting with the pride of it all. She was so proud that she could barely touch any food in her excitement even though her father had ordered her first broiled live lobster for her, and she certainly loved it!
"Don't eat if you don't want to," Bob cautioned her. "You may be too excited, and you don't want to be sick."
"But it's so good!"
"It will be just as good a half hour from now when you've calmed down. It may be a little cold, but it will taste better like that when you really want it then it will taste hot now when you don't want it."
How different her father was from her mother, she thought. Her mother would insist that she eat it hot simply because it was there. She had always had to "clean off her plate" even though she must suffer with indigestion for over an hour afterwards. It was kind of nice to be able to follow her own needs and wants, satisfying them as she came to them, and not forcing herself to live by rules that seemed to make no sense whatever.
Her father was snapping his fingers at her. Now he was shaking her arm on the table. "Sweetheart, are you ready to go? You and I have to get home to greet the guests. Carol and Richard will be along shortly."
"Oh," she said, coming out of her revery. "Can I take the lobster with me, Daddy?" she asked, anxious to eat it now that it was time to leave.
"Of course," he father smiled and called their waiter to the table. "Andre, fix this to go for a hungry little girl, will you?"
The waiter didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he smiled at Sandi. "I.. , I hope it isn't any trouble...." the girl muttered.
"Humph," Andre grunted, still smiling. "Our lobster dinner is much too good to leave behind. I would have been insulted if you had not asked to take it with you!"
Gee, he was so nice, Sandi thought. Everybody was so nice here! He brought back the dinner all bagged in no time at all. She thought she saw the waiter's eyes on the neckline of her dress for a moment, but he averted his eyes too quickly for her to be certain. Well, so what? she thought happily. Her mother would have called the nice, gray-haired waiter a dirty old man, she knew. Maybe she would have felt that way herself once upon a time. But now she felt complimented. She had learned the naturalness of sexual attraction. How could it be an insult if a man thought you were attractive enough to look at?
At home, she finished the lobster dinner with zest. Her father had been quite right. It was delicious cold. Even the baked potato was good that way, with butter, salt and pepper. She decided that she preferred her baked potatoes cold! She paid little attention to the earlier arriving guests. Her father had told her not to bother. She would meet everyone in the course of the evening, at least everyone she wanted to meet. There was no need to make a ritual of it.
But she met Carol and Richard at the door as soon as they came to praise ecstatically their wonderful performance together. The eighteen year old Richard Stacker smiled, lifted her into his strong arms, and planted a warm kiss on her lips.
"Ooohhhhhh," she mewled in a slightly embarrassed laughter. "Put me down, Richard!" she cried.
He ignored her pleas and buried his face in her neck, biting the soft whiteness there playfully and carrying her into the living room right in front of everybody although nobody seemed to be paying any attention. He put her down and just held her hands, and the mere touch of those clever hands which had held a whole nightclub full of people spellbound sent jolts of electricity bounding through the lovely body of the teenager. She blushed deeply, thinking that the whole world could probably hear the excited pounding of her heart. The young girl took a deep breath and returned his winning smile, determined not to give her emotions away. She wasn't really sure just where she stood with him. After all, he had not come around since that day in the pool. She had thought that their emotional relationship was a passing thing. With supreme control in her young voice, she finally said, "You were so good tonight, Richard. I really loved it!" She did not tell him how attractive he had been, sitting at the piano. She tried to veil her appreciation of his wonderfully handsome face, his beautiful chestnut, curly hair, that she had seen only wet before, and those deep, mysterious brown eyes that were so incredibly startling and alive. But she undoubtedly veiled nothing at all!
She took her hands from his warm hands finally. People were beginning to gather, trying to be unobtrusive but obviously waiting to congratulate the young pianist on his opening performance. A big man, hearty and hairless, rushed into the gap immediately.
"Well, well, Richard. How does it feel to join the big leagues, huh?"
Sandi withdrew while the man shook Richard's hand. She pulled out of the crowd that was closing in. Well, of course, it was his party actually! What could she expect? And there was all evening ... or rather morning, she remembered, ... in which to talk to him later ... if he didn't forget about her the way he had the last couple of weeks! She sighed and wished she hadn't finished her lobster. It would give her something to do. She didn't know any of these people and suddenly realized that there was nothing to talk to them about anyway!
Then Carol saw her wandering around alone and led her from group to group. Still she didn't understand at all the fragmented conversations that were taking place here and there. She tried to hear the rock music that was playing much too softly for rock and certainly too softly to be heard over the din of voices that crowded the apartment unbelievably. Sandi had been sure that this apartment was much too large to be crowded for a party. Yet, unbelievably, it was sure crowded! Sandi began to amuse herself by admiring the dresses of the women, revealing dresses that would have horrified her poor puritanical mother! It was too bad, she thought. Some of these dresses would look super on her mother, whose figure was still quite beautiful. From time to time she noticed Richard in conversation with this person or that. At least he wasn't being grounded by any of the pretty girls present. Of course, most of them were kind of old....
Gradually, it seemed to the fifteen year old, a change took place in the atmosphere of the party. Some of the colorful crowd were even sitting on the floor, drinks in one hand, passing the reefers around. They paid less and less attention to each other and more to the music, which was no longer rock but usually electronic and other sounds. It was louder now, too. In one group there was an empty space between two men. Sandi stared at it for a long time before getting up the courage to wander over and sit down, closing the circle, ready to share the passing of the marijuana.
But the reefer never reached her. Richard Stacker was suddenly there, quickly pulling her to her feet, stealing a glance at the other people in the circle, who sat staring at her as though her coming and going were incomprehensible. Her heart beat. She had no sooner stood up when Richard was bounding with her down the hallway.
"Which is your room?" he asked.
"There!" She pointed.
He opened her door and in a few seconds, they were safely inside her bedroom. "I've had. little time," he said in the way of apology for his lack of attention the past couple of weeks. He could have saved his apology because Sandi was so thrilled by his presence now that their meeting in the pool could have been yesterday with only the club performance in between.
Richard took her in his arms and kissed her feverishly. His trembling lips ran across the smooth whiteness of her forehead and down her heated red cheeks to her voluptuously tingling lips. His mouth felt both familiar and strangely exciting to the young girl. It was so very different from the swimming pool experience! She had dreamed every night that sometime he would come back, yet there was something in it that made her feel strange, almost as if she didn't quite know the boy who was holding her in his arms. Well, she didn't really, she thought, laughing to herself. Her happiness was beginning to bubble in her, making her a little giddy.
What an exciting day! She pressed her body tightly against Richard's, her firm uplifted tits thrilling to the touch of his flesh. The young teenager was wearing a skirt that Carol had bought her, much shorter than she could ever wear at home and as she felt him raise her, she also felt the cool air rush up her lovely legs, giving her an invitingly seductive feeling, making her well aware of her own curvaceous body.
The young pianist worked his mouth over the hungrily gasping lips of the beautiful young girl, slipping his tongue into the moist wetness of her throat and moving his hands down her body to her lusciously ripe asscheeks. The softness of her rounded ass through the silken transparency of the flesh-colored panty hose she wore made him shudder with anxious excitement, and he moaned softly as he massaged the delicately supple mounds. They were so easy to knead, to pull this way and that, so giving, so warm, so vulnerable. He pressed them tightly, straining her body even more closely to his own hungry flesh, his fingers curling so that they fitted the contours of her lusciously rounded ass.
Sandi Toy's short pink dress began to creep up in front as she pressed lovingly against his strong, warm body. Richard Stacker could feel the burning heat of her pussy against his loins, and he knew that her craving for him matched his desire to possess her sexually again. Gently, ever so gently, he nudged her legs apart with his knee, pressing the side of his thigh tightly against her openly aching loins.
The young teenager responded quickly to his caresses and placed her hands firmly on the lean cheeks of his ass, massaging and caressing them lustfully as her body writhed against him, begging him silently to enter it as he had done before. Her tongue worked savagely inside his hotly hungry mouth, taunting him with its incessantly serpentine movements and tiny muffled cries seemed to escape from her lips each time his firm thigh pressed against the thickly moist folds of her pussy.
The handsome pianist's hardening cock was now almost fully erect, and he tried to control his quickly mounting lust as several tiny droplets of pre-emission fluid oozed anxiously from the tiny opening at the center of his bulging purple cock-head. Two of his long fingers slowly moved toward the sculptured mounds of her ass, pushing the fine mesh material of her stockings way up into the crease and greedily massaging the warmly pulsing hollow until they could feel the tightly puckered hole of her ass.
She grunted in pained surprise as a probing finger pressed forward into the tight elastic ring and opened her legs wider and pressed her steaming loins close against the huge throbbing cock. Breathing passionately, Richard walked the young girl backwards to the softness of the bed. Sandi Toy felt the edge of the mattress on the backs of her knees and then felt her body slowly sink into the bed.
Richard Stacker lowered his body down onto the bed beside hers, his fingers still securely entrenched in her resisting asshole. He brought his mouth on to her open thighs and pressed his lips along the silken softness of her inner thighs. His mouth sank firmly into the yielding flesh and her thighs drifted even further apart so that he was able to see the moistly quivering lips of her cunt through the transparent nylon of her panties.
The lovely fifteen year old could now feel the pressure of his strong hands, and she waited with anxious gasps as his head lowered slowly and made contact with her excited pussy.
"Ooohhhhhh," she moaned as his moistly heated lips buried themselves in the soft nest of hair at the base of her belly, planting wet tingling kisses on the nylon-covered mound, while his tongue darted snake-like about the throbbing gauze-covered opening of her pussy.
The beautiful brown-haired teenager unbuttoned the little buttons and unzipped her dress with feverishly uncontrollably hands. Desperately she reached back and unclasped her brassiere. Wanting to preserve the urgency of the moment, she moved her own hands sensuously down her tingling uptilted tits and down her velvety smooth stomach until they were resting on either side of his lips. Her thighs opened and shut scissor-like against the almost black fleece of his hair, allowing him as much access as possible through the sheer netting that protected her steaming, moist pussy.
The young pianist could taste the tangy warm secretions now generously flowing from her opening and soaking the sheer cloth imprisoning it. Lust inspired, he was now licking desperately at the pulsing clitoris between her thighs, his thumbs pressing firmly on either side of it, forcing the tiny little button of ecstasy to strain prominently against the smooth netting. He could barely control himself another minute and sniffed like a desperate animal at the rare and mysterious bouquet of her sexual secretions. The young brown-haired girl felt her inner muscles throbbing involuntarily now, despite the fact that they had barely passed the period of their foreplay.
As he felt the uneven and frenzied spasms of her crotch against his face, the young pianist pulled his other finger from beneath her softly grinding ass and quickly pinched up the hose between his thumbs and forefingers. Then he ripped into the sheer material savagely, tearing it from her crotch. The swollen lips of her lust-tormented cunt flared open as soon as his anxiously extended finger made direct contact, like a rose suddenly spreading its petals to the summer sun, and the newly starting nightclub performer dipped his tongue teasingly into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking at it softly for a moment and then cruelly pulling away from the throbbingly pink petals.
Sandi Toy was groaning now from the tantalizing ministrations, and her hands reached down around his ears, urging him to continue his supremely lascivious lingual laving. He paused and made her force him this time, pressing his mouth directly over her pussy hole at the desperate urging of her hands while her cuntal plane lunged upwards into his face. He thrust his tongue wetly between the cuntal lips and down deep into the warmly slippery cavern of her cuntal hole, and her whole body rocketed from the invasion, her warm thighs convulsing against their will and a low moan of exquisite pleasure escaping from her lips. At the same time, he deftly unbuckled his belt and let his pants slide down to his knees. Then he pushed down his shorts and released his savagely pulsing cock.
As the resilient walls opened and closed the rhythmically to his unfurling tongue, he could feel the warmly moist flesh press into the side of his fucking wet tongue, attempting to pull it deeper and deeper into her hungering womb.
The young girl's heels pushed down against his back, forcing his body tighter into the devouring trap between her legs until he was unable to breathe and his nose was pressed against the tiny fragrant clitoris between the folds of her cuntal flesh. The eighteen year old pianist knew he couldn't wait another minute before fucking his rigid, impatiently bloated cock deep into the warmly clinging, fragrant pussy. He had almost waited too long already and his huge, spasming cock seemed to be swelling to a size he had never before equalled.
Reaching out for her wildly thrashing legs, Richard grasped them behind the knees, shoving them savagely upwards against her shoulders, slithering his lust-turgid cock against the glisteningly moist cuntal folds at almost exactly the same time. In willingly obedient servitude, the young light-brown-haired teenager locked her ankles passionately behind his neck as he planted his strong, burning hands on either side of her shoulders and pressed her into the feather-softness of the mattress.
He could see her stretched pulsing pussy slit spreading apart as if in desperate invitation as he looked down, and so he pressed his muscular thighs tightly against the soft whiteness of her legs, poising for entry.
Sandi Toy could feel the unreal hardness of his gigantic lusting cock-flesh tantalizingly brushing the full length of her quivering slit. The jerking head seemed to be doing a frenzied dance between her widely spread asscheeks, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening tease that caused her to undulate her hips in mad pursuit of its elusive, blood-engorged bulging head. Suddenly the connection was made.
His long, angry, lust-filled cock drove and fucked its way through the cushioned moistness of her inner flesh until its bulging purple head was pressing against the cervix of her anxious womb. The young chestnut-haired piano player paused breathlessly, feeling the tingling of growing ecstasy flow through his body. His huge, muscled ramrod of flesh lay pulsing in her throbbing cuntal canal while its moistly elastic walls clasped at it hungrily.
"Oooohhhhhh," he murmured, and his body wriggled, forcing her legs to lock around his waist. The young girl's loins now twisted and turned with a maddening frenzy, screwing tight up against the full length of his almost unreal rod of lusty cock-flesh. The moon was filtering into the bedroom, bathing their bodies in a soft white lunar glow that transformed them from something more than mere mortals to stars on an eternal stage in the throes of sexual pleasure. Sandi Toy was certainly no longer the young inhibited girl from a narrow, vine-covered world, but a goddess of love, and she writhed and undulated on his beautiful invading lust-swollen pole.
The nightclub entertainer reached down and kneaded his fingers into the softness of her tits, and her tits gave way beneath the pressure of his hands with a sort of whipped cream smoothness if not softness, except for the two strawberry nipples that stood erect and trembling, cresting the white mounds of her tits like the radish flower on a salad.
Outside her bedroom, they could hear the noisy feet of the party guests making their way to the bathroom at
THE END of the hall next to the pool. Through the door the electronic music seemed to grow even louder in order to deliberately invade their private love nest. But they were only dimly aware of the sound and the fury of the outside world. It was distant thunder to them, a summer storm over someone else's mountains, and they felt secure as they loved in their own private, storm-proof retreat, convinced that the general storm of people would never reach them.
Richard Stacker pulled his rock-hard cock in and out of her pulsating pussy with a rhythmic steadiness that somehow, albeit, unintentionally, seemed to punctuate the sounds of the strange electronic music wafting toward them from the living room, and as its bulging, bloated shaft pulled outwards it massaged the delicately tingling bud of her clitoris, causing a million tiny explosions to course through her loins.
"Oh, Richard," she pleaded. "Please don't take it out. Don't ever take it out, ever! I want it to stay inside of me forever and ever! I want you to fuck me forever and ever and ever...."
The lust-maddened teenager's finger slid passionately through the handsome pianist's incredibly rich hair, and she pulled his mouth down onto her tit, arching her body so that the sumptuous swells of her mammaries lunged into his face. Richard sucked down on them hungrily, moving from one firm pulsing mound to the other, sucking a portion of the white silkenly soft tits into his mouth each time and teasing the rigid strawberry tips with his teeth. Suddenly they could hear the sound of voices just outside the door.
"Uh, not here, Clark," they heard Carol's slurred voice. "My bedroom is there, right there. Go! Cut out the groping in the hallway! Hah! Ha! Ha!"
"Oh, who cares about bedrooms with carpeting like this!" boomed a male voice. "I'm too hot to wait."
Richard Stacker and Sandi Toy froze momentarily at the sound of the voices, but then overwhelmed with their own passion, they renewed their rhythmic thrusts.
For the young fifteen year old there was no longer any thought of anything but lying beneath this wonderful boy and experiencing the exquisite pleasure of his lust-bloated rod of flesh as it fucked deep within her quivering flesh. The sound of Carol Toy's quivering, yet lust-filled voice outside the bedroom door seemed to be a thousand miles away.
The beautiful singer, however, was trapped outside the door. Clark Whatever-His-Name had already unzipped his pants and was aiming his angry-hued cock at her widespread legs. He reached up under her slit dress and pulled roughly at her panties, indifferent to the fact that anyone and everyone might happen by in pursuit of the bathroom or any of the other rooms, even the pool. Violently he forced her legs wider, and then putting his hands under her knees and pressing against the wall and literally sitting in his hands. Her naked pink slit leered up at him, and in a drugged stupor he brutally pressed his body forward, sinking his throbbing cock up into her moistly open cunt up to his semen-filled balls.
Carol gasped at the lewd invasion and feeling utterly helpless vowed once again that she would never sneak another reefer! She felt his hard stony weapon of flesh skewer her as though she were nothing more than shish-ka-bob! And she was too weakened by pot to resist! He lunged forward again, and her soft rubbery flesh yielded like the Red Sea parting for ... who the hell played that part?
"Aaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhh," she howled, at the same time grinding down on his hairy loins, using the door as a lever against her back. Then she placed her hands on his wide shoulders, and he fucked forward again, sending her body crawling up the wall from the force of his lunge.
The big man, Clark, buried his mouth in her shoulder and bit down hard on the tender white flesh, his face contorted with the irrational anger of a man who had been teased too long and too hard, from her professional appearances to her sexily gracious hospitality. He was getting even with her now, fucking his lust-turgid spear savagely up into her hotly throbbing belly with lasciviously abandoned passion, vengeful and uncontrollable. There was no room for tenderness because the redheaded singer didn't know the meaning of the word ... as far as he knew! So now he wanted everyone to witness his brutal and uncaring rape of her loins. To him she represented all the sex symbols that had ever teased him, and she was the first he had ever been able to lay hands on.
The crude rhythmic thumping on the door could be plainly heard by the churning, writhing couple inside on the bed, who were nearly at their orgasmic peaks and driving into each other's body with an almost supernatural sexual frenzy. The young pianist strained forward and fucked deeply up into the brown-haired young fifteen year old, jerking the base of his tortured hard cock tight up against her enflamed clitoris with each uncontrollable fuck.
Sandi Toy grew so excited from her lover's frantic fucking that she forced herself forward dropping her legs until her feet once more touched the carpet. Her thighs were scissored open as fully as possible, and Richard's body was lying locked together between hers. Somehow the position of their bodies had created a new and exciting angle of penetration. Richard's rock-hard cock was fucking into her aching cunt lips in an almost vertical position, the thick stem twisted upwards and battered her clitoris with every forward undulation of his loins.
"Yessssss! Ohhhhhh! I'm cum ... I'm cummmmmmiiinnnggg," Sandi chanted almost tunefully.
The chestnut-haired piano player suddenly felt his loins jerk involuntarily beneath him and his whole body seemed to convulse as a white explosion of boiling semen gushed from his insanely fucking cock and poured deep up into her wetly gaping cunt. He gripped her hips tightly in his strong hands and fucked his prick deeper just as the first gush of the sticky fluid flooded the recesses of her cunt, filling the moistly heated hole until it was overflowing as her wildly bucking ass continued to pump and milk his spasming cock of every last drop of the precious fluid.
Meanwhile, the beautiful redheaded singer was bouncing off the big angry man's body in the hall like an electric drill, her loins being brutally, thoroughly fucked from his relentlessly engorged cock. She riveted her haunches into his loins, delighted by his cruel and unfeeling rape of her flesh. It was exactly what she wanted and needed. She would be so goddamned sore for a week, that she ought to remember forever what happened the night she slipped back into her old marijuana habit. Christ, this should cure her once and for all!
"Stick it up inside me harder, you son of a bitch," she shrieked, not the least bit concerned that two other men from the party down the hall had roamed into the hallway in search of the bathroom. Both were high on hashish, and they watched the lasciviously brutal scene taking place in the hall with a curiously detached manner. Another man strolled up and joined them as they moved closer to get a better look as the orgasm which both the man and Carol had been screaming was just on the point of taking place.
Stepping forward, one of the men lifted the entertainer's slit skirt so that all of them could get a good clear look at Clark and his blood-swollen cock as it fucked into Carol's writhing and twitching pussy, which seemed to pull and stretch with every brutal in and out thrust of the fucking, impaling cock. The man on the redhead's right grabbed one of her bouncing tits savagely and began to squeeze it through the thin fabric of her dress, but this new salaciously brutal assault only served to stimulate her further and her head bounced uncontrollably from side to side as she muttered lewd words at the group.
"That's it, you ass-hole," Carol screamed, displaying a side of her personality long hidden from everyone and making Sandi's blue eyes, on the other side of the door, almost spill out onto the pillow in amazement. "Pull my tits! Harder, hardddeeerrrrrr! Fuck me! More! More! Goddamnit, you mother-fucking son of a bitch! I'm ready! I'm ready to spill my load!" No sooner had the lewd words escaped her lips than her body began to writhe as if she were having an epileptic fit. She flung her body forward and howled like a mad animal.
"Ooo-oohhhhhh, don't stoooooop!" Her green eyes were wide and stared helplessly at the audience of party guests who were now surrounding her.
Clark could feel his own hot cum rocketing into her as if it would never end. Each fuck brought with it a new series of explosions into the depths of her cunt, and when he had finally finished, his weak knees collapsed under him and he fell to the floor on his knees, groaning and muttering through the haze of hashish. Carol was caught off balance by one of the men standing at her side and carried off to her bedroom as several others followed, each knowing that his turn would come and that the evening would be long and full of sexual variation.
Richard Stacker, meanwhile, pulled a soft woolen blanket about the teenager's head, muffling the obscene sounds on the other side of their bedroom door, gently pressing the full length of his body into hers, in weary exhaustion after the passion of their lovemaking. The newly initiated nightclub entertainer felt his moistly limp prick brush gently against the sheer silkiness of her panty hose as it slipped from the gleaming pink folds of her pussy. He put his head on her young shoulder and closed his eyes.
There was one thing he was sure of, he thought, as his fingers danced lightly on her luscious hips something he had played tonight, he was never going to let this alluringly lovely girl out of his sight. Richard had never known a sex partner so completely attuned to his particular tastes. They had both reached orgasm at exactly the same time, and, even more important, they both had a kind of intuitive understanding as to what satisfied each other. Oh, yes, he thought sleepily, I must hang on to Sandi. I must think of a way to keep her around for longer than a year ... and then he was fast asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Once Richard had fallen asleep, Sandi Toy began to worry about what had happened to Carol. That had been a terrible thumping on the door that time, and the girl knew that her gorgeous stepmother was not in the habit of using language such as the lewd sentences that had poured from her throat while the thumping was going on. Surely with all those people out there, the well-respected, redheaded singer was all right. And yet Sandi realized that she could not be convinced of this unless she saw the singer with her own eyes. She was probably being very foolish about it all. After all, Carol was old enough to take care of herself, the fifteen year old scoffed at her own concern. Still, no woman was a match for some situations no matter how old she was.
The teenager started to pull herself out from under Richard's sleeping body and he rolled off her then, turning over and never breaking out of his sleep. Yet she was no sooner free to move off the bed as she had intended, when it occurred to her that she might possibly interfere in Carol's activity against the singer's will. Maybe this was the way she was at parties! Maybe she became violent and lewd-mouthed, spewing obscenities in a way that she ordinarily didn't. Maybe it was her way of having fun.
Then she thought of her father. Of course! Her father would know what his wife's behavior was like at a party, whether or not she was in trouble or just having a good time! And maybe if she looked for her father first, she would discover her beautiful stepmother right along with him, passing out those little shrimps with the bacon around them that she called hors d'oevres! It would be a good idea, she thought, to look for both of them before sounding any alarms. On the other hand, what if they had gone somewhere or there was someplace she didn't know enough to look? Should she bother at all?
The lovely light-brown-haired beauty stretched her sensuously nude body out on the soft mattress. Maybe she would rather stay here with Richard. Maybe she ought to stay here with him. Her long fingers caressed her tits and then slid down the curves of her silken body absently until they came to rest over the moistness of her young pussy. She could still feel the pressure of his muscular body upon hers and his hard cock-flesh fucking into the moist lips hidden between her pale brown pubic nest. Suddenly she felt her body convulse in surprise as the pressure of her own hands suddenly brought forth a series of tiny explosions which coursed through her loins. How strange! It was just like a little plate of hors d'oevres, she thought, served as a dessert, though.
Now the teenager thought of Carol, her voluptuously curved body with its tiny waist, so self-assured and composed in everything she did. Solutions to problems came so easily to her. Her emotional equilibrium, before tonight a little while ago, never seemed the slightest ruffled. She seemed to sail through life with all gaiety in her sails. She never seemed terribly self-conscious of her appearance as Sandi was beginning to be of her own. Carol said that it was her age to be that way. But Carol left her beauty to good habits, she said, and careful grooming, her make-up man and her light technician, and relaxed. She could wear a beautiful and expensive dress or a pair of tight faded blue jeans with equal aplomb. She always looked nice but always sexy, too. Her upthrust ripe tits and her ass and even the rising mound between her thighs seemed to want to push through whatever attire she wore. It was, of course, one of the secrets of her success.
And in spite of what Sandi's mother thought, Carol Toy wore no make-up unless she was working. Sandi had ascertained that for sure. And the young girl admired her ... really admired her a whole lot! But what had happened to the woman tonight? Suddenly the fifteen year old sat up straight in the bed. She could hear loud male voices, angry voices. For the first time, she wished the apartment were not so well sound-proofed, for she couldn't make out any definite words or any of the speakers even though the furious anger seemed to be coming from very close, from ... yes, possibly from her stepmother's room!
Quickly Sandi Toy jumped out of bed and grabbed her bathrobe from its hanger in the closet, then rushed to the door and opened it to peek down the hall. Several men were coming from Carol's room, buttoning themselves up and in a rather funny state of disarray. It was clearly Bob Toy who was telling them to get out at the top of his voice. Sandi giggled. The men certainly seemed to be doing as her father told them, she thought proudly, and she watched as they all disappeared and finally the door to Carol's bedroom closed without Bob's appearance at all! Sandi almost closed the door to her own room when she heard the last big man who walked by mumble.
"I guess that'll take care of the bitch for awhile!"
Her heart sank. What in the world had happened? Was Carol all right? Why didn't her father come out and call for help? Or could he? Why didn't he come and tell his daughter what had happened? But how did he know where she was? Well, after all that noise, no one could blame her for being worried! And she was determined to find out what had gone on and whether or not her stepmother needed a doctor or something! So determined, Sandi Toy crept out of her room, holding her robe tightly around her young naked body, and sidled against her stepmother's door.
"Daddy!" she called, hoping that it was loud enough for him to hear without bringing any further attention to them. There was no answer. She pressed her ear to the door. Was that her father crying? Or was he laughing? It was impossible to tell which it was! Carefully she turned the knob and opened the door slightly. She could not believe her eyes!
Carol Toy was standing by a mirror, clutching a huge rubber phallus. The young girl on the outside of the door stared in speechless wonder, not quite sure she was awake! Never in her life had she ever dreamed such a thing existed. Whatever was it for? And there was her father helping his beautiful wife to fix the artificial cock to her loins by slipping its thick rubber straps between her legs and trying them tightly around her curvaceous hips. He kept chuckling as he worked, and she kept holding up his task by pulling away to strut, leaving him to chuckle all the more. The long monstrous weapon bobbed in the air as the lovely older woman walked proudly to the bed and back.
"Christ, what did they think they were going to do with it?" Bob Toy was asking her between laughs.
"You know damn well what they intended to do with it," his wife answered. "What you should have done was double them over the bed one by one and let me go to town on them!"
"They might have liked that!" her husband told her in mock seriousness.
"There are a hell of a lot of women who rely on these things I guess," Carol was musing. "I wonder how it feels!"
"You really want to know?" her husband asked.
"No. I guess it's for women without men for a long time. Me? I got you," the redhead cooed.
"And Sandi," Bob reminded her.
"For a year," the older woman said seriously. "I hope you don't mind if I try to keep from getting too wrapped up in her, Bob, but it's a hell of a lousy trip bringing her upon me for just a year, you know."
"Yeah, I know!"
Carol walked around with the thing still attached to her once again, and in so doing, noticed the spell-bound young girl at the crack in the door. Ambling over to the opened door, she swung it open and stood there stark naked, exposed to anyone who might walk by. The startled and embarrassed Sandi jumped into the room to explain herself and closed the door behind her.
"Don't you think this is absolutely ravishing?" her stepmother said before she could open her mouth. "Don't you think this is the most wonderful cock you have ever, ever seen? Don't you get covered with goose bumps just to see me wearing it?" The lovely singer smiled at the quaking young girl huddled against the door.
"I ... I was afraid something was wrong...." she started to stutter.
But Carol hadn't heard her. "Do you like it, sweetie? Wouldn't you like to try it shoved all the way up into your delicious, hungry cunt?"
"It's ... it's kind of big," the child said, quaking.
"Oh, love," Carol Toy smiled at the girl, whose hair and eyes reminded her of her husband when they first met, before they married and she convinced him to dye his hair to match hers for advertising purposes. She loved this girl much too much as it was, she thought to herself. "You are entirely too modest," she heard herself telling the girl. "You have no idea of the potential. Can you imagine how many overly modest young women have been satisfied by lovely phalluses such as this?" She touched the huge bulging head of the imitation cock and ran her fingers caressingly along its thick, wicked-looking circumference.
"Have I steered you wrong yet, sweetie," the redhead continued in the strange voice that Sandi seemed unfamiliar with. "Come on. Let's see what happens!" Her touch, when she maneuvered the young girl toward the bed, was gentle enough.
Sandi looked toward her father, who was merely watching with interest. Of course, he would let nothing bad happen to her and neither would Carol ... ordinarily, she was sure. Yet as she obediently lay across the bed, her robe thrown open now, she was confused and a little afraid.
Then Carol fitted the bulging head of the immense dildo between the fifteen year old's thighs, and her anxious hands probed beneath the teenager's body until they were buried by her tender ass. She worked her fingers deftly into the divide between them, searching for the brown-haired girl's thick soft cunt lips.
"Sweetie," said Carol, using that unfamiliar term of endearment again, "it would help immeasurably if you would spread your legs! You're never going to get yourself fucked properly all screwed up like that!"
Bob finally spoke. "Are you sure it's all right, Carol?" he asked skeptically.
Carol looked at him. "Do you really think I would hurt her?"
"No," he answered but a trifle uneasily.
Sandi Toy felt powerless, unable to move. Her father was gripping her numb legs by the ankles and pulling them apart although careful not to hurt her. Her stepmother dipped her fingers firmly into the crack between the folds and pulled until the tender cunt lips were stretched wide apart.
Wriggling her voluptuous hips, the older woman seductively navigated the head of the huge phallus until it was pointed directly at the opening of the young girl's cuntal hole. Then her fingers gripped the tremendous shaft firmly, and she began to push the hard rubber cylinder deeper and deeper into the young girl's fearfully cringing cunt. Lunging forward, she forced the menacing dildo to penetrate the straining channel to the hilt, ignoring the frantic cries of her helpless lover to stop her torment.
"I don't think ... the redhead grunted, "that this thing is quite as big as yours, Bob!"
The pain, however, which Sandi Toy had suffered when the shaft was sunk the first few inches was unbearable, and she writhed and howled in the torture of an exquisite agony, but somehow the strange mixture of pleasure and pain coerced her body into releasing its lubrication juices, and the soft slippery cum flowed from her cunt and bathed the shaft of the relentless artificial prick.
"Is it? Is it as big as your father's?" she asked in another series of grunts.
"Big ... bi...." Sandi started to say "bigger," but she wasn't sure that it actually was.
Carol Toy was spurred on by the milky fluid that her sexually accosted stepdaughter had unwittingly expelled. Some of the delicious cum had trickled into her busy fingers, and when she felt the sticky moistness, her fucking grew fierce and savage. This was positively the last time she would touch this girl like it was the last time she would touch a drug or alcohol or ... or ... maybe even sex! But for now she rode her phallus harder and harder, gradually enlarging the tortured cuntal hole that was responding to her vicious ministrations against its will.
The cord which attached the dildo to the lust-maddened nightclub singer's loins was now ruthlessly digging into her own moistly gaping cunt, and she felt her own passionate secretions flow as she pretended that she was a man, that she actually did possess a prick as magnificent as her artificial tool, that she could feel the pulsing in its thick shaft and the tingle of the building semen gathering in her large hairy balls.
Oh, yes, now her magnificent blood-swollen cock was fucking deeply within a young virgin's cunt! Her lust mixed with her fantasy was mounting mightily, spiralling upward out of control toward what the older woman knew would be an orgasm she would remember for the rest of her life, an orgasm like one of the seven wonders of the world! She, Carol Toy, a man locked in a woman's body, was the eighth wonder!
Meanwhile, Bob Toy could not help becoming aroused by the strange scene. He soon climbed onto the bed without removing his shorts and lowered his loins down to his daughter's lovely head so that his own rigid cock of flesh and blood was bobbing against her mouth through the thin material of his jockey shorts. Carol Toy made room for her husband, twisting herself sideways on top of the young girl, her head and shoulders hanging over the side of the bed.
Bob moved his hands onto the brown-haired girl's roundly quivering ripe white tits and grasped them savagely while he locked her head between his knees.
Almost insane with terror and ecstasy, the young girl's mouth opened for air as she felt the pressure of the strong thighs. Automatically she began to work her lips against the soft cotton of his underwear in order to breathe. She could feel his hardened cock straining beneath the thin material and desperately trying to tear through the tightly stretched confines.
"Isn't this a lot of fun?" asked Carol Toy breathlessly, apparently of her red-haired husband. "Don't I make a handsome man? I think that's what my mother always wanted me to be, a boy! If she could only see me now!"
Sandi realized that Carol was talking to Bob, but she also became suddenly aware that she herself did like this crazy fuck! She didn't know whether it was for physical reasons or just because Carol was so imaginative. It was so unlike anything anyone in her home town would dream of doing! So she loved the whole experience, and her lips were deriving pleasure from grazing against the soft round spongy apple head of her father's angrily colored cock.
Maybe part of the pleasure derived, too, from the kind of humiliation that it really was, but she had gone this far into the sexual beyond, why not give this humiliation a chance? The state of mind her stepmother seemed to be in, it was hopeless to struggle so she might as well give in to the scintillating sensations. In a way it was a new found freedom, this ability to obtain sexual satisfaction from almost any source of stimulation. Sandi knew, too, that she was on a road of no return. Never, ever, could she give up the variety she had discovered in the city. The old one-way-only sex style acceptable in the town of her upbringing would never satisfy her now!
It interested her that her mind began to travel in two directions at once. On the one hand, she began to desire complete domination from Bob Toy, her father, and on the other, complete domination from the lust-maddened older woman, his wife, whose artificial cock was now setting off a series of white-hot orgasmic explosions throughout her tortured loins. But her two seducers were working together now, and suddenly she could feel her separate ministrations melt together, and her loins became caught up in the rhythms of the deeply embedded phallus as she began to hunger for its monstrous shaft to travel deeper and deeper up in her being while the flesh-and-blood cock teased her anxious lips.
She was still arching her pussy up onto Carol Toy's dildo when the door burst open, and the young pianist, Richard Stacker, burst into the bedroom. A howl of despair and disgust escaped from his lips when he finally understood the full import of the vile, perverted, and salaciously lewd scene taking place before his eyes. Confronting the sight of father and stepmother nestling like vultures over the lovely teenager's helpless body, he wanted to destroy them and everything in sight. As far as he was concerned, something extremely special to him had been destroyed, Sandi's purity and even her beauty.
A sickening nausea began to heave up from his stomach, and it filled his mouth with a bitter acid. Yet he stood before them as if turned to stone, unable to do anything, hypnotized by the naked sensuality before him.
Bob Toy came somewhat to his senses and stood up quietly when he saw the young pianist and slowly removed the frightening contraption from his wife's curved sensual hips. Then Carol saw her accompanist at the club, she rolled off her stepdaughter's body and stared back at him dumbfounded. Bob was advancing slowly toward the entertainer, searching for the right way to put it because pianists were rarer than elephant's teeth these days.
"Sorry you stumbled into a private bedroom, Richard," he said evenly. "What room were you looking for?" The voice was calm and yet there was a definite menace in it.
The young piano player stared at Bob Toy, his violent rage suddenly crumbling before the ridiculous spectacle. Beneath his agent's tight underwear, his hugely straining lust-swollen cock bulged upwards, and right now he looked more pitiful than menacing. In spite of his tone, there was something false about it, something that suggested he hoped the boy would wander away and forget what he had seen. It struck the eighteen year old as kind of funny, and in spite of himself, he began to chuckle.
Bob looked at him curiously and wondered what to say next. Incest was not too defensible under any circumstances.
Meanwhile, Richard Stacker was having an odd response. The situation was so totally unreal, and yet there was something within him that responded to the strong vibrations of sexual perversion that coursed through the room. He remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the sight of Sandi Toy's still obscenely scissored legs and perspiration-glistening body. And there was Carol Toy, very much in character, it seemed to him, letting her masculinity hang out where it could be more clearly defined. She just loved running things, changing things ... like she was now playing with names with which to replace his own. Looking at Bob's body and noticing that the hair on his head was red whereas everywhere else it was brown, the boy recognized at a glance who was responsible.
Suddenly Carol managed to break from her stunned position on the bed and rushed to her husband's side. Her green eyes were focused on her pianist's handsomely chiseled face with a new light. Nooo, she was thinking, it was not another female she wanted tonight. Perhaps it was a young man.
Before she could speak, though, Sandi spoke up. "If you're worried about me, Richard, I'm perfectly all right. I ... I appreciate your help but ... but why don't you just ... just go away and pretend you haven't seen anything," she stuttered, knowing she wanted that now but wondering if she would be sorry later!
But the pianist was becoming dimly aware that his attitudes toward the threesome were quickly and quietly changing. He didn't know exactly why, but he knew he no longer wanted to destroy what was going on. He wanted to join it.
"I'll make a contract with you," he finally said. "I won't tell a soul if you let me in on the fun and games."
Bob Toy looked at Carol and she looked at him, and grinned. Talk about luck, was the message that went back and forth in their mutual glance. They looked at Sandi Toy who had lay back down and was lazily stretched out on the bed before them, her legs scissored wide and her torso undulating in complete abandonment. She didn't seem to mind, and that, too, was a bit of the good luck!
Richard Stacker hurriedly stripped to his underwear, his hard cock growing stiff in delicious anticipation as he fixed his eyes on the young girl's lusciously quivering flesh. The compassion he had felt for her before seemed to have evaporated. She was nothing more than an object with which he wished to satisfy his rising lust.
Carol Toy's wide green eyes stared at Richard Stacker's magnificently bulging weapon of stony flesh.
"Well, friends," he said. "I guess we ought to begin!"
Carol automatically slipped once again into her menacing dildo as though to take up where she left off, and the young piano player stared at it hypnotically. Noting his own hard cock, Carol patted the real thing fondly as though it were a household pet.
"Mutual admiration," she explained, thrusting her false one forward obscenely. "I'm so glad you like it. I was going to surprise my husband, but perhaps I'll surprise you instead!" Her sensuous tone made the young accompanist's prick convulse inside his underwear, and before anyone said another word, he had pulled the constricting pants down his thighs.
Now Carol Toy rubbed the dildo salaciously back and forth until it touched the throbbing angry red head of his cock. Richard tensed as he watched Bob Toy wriggle himself beneath his daughter's back, almost completely disappearing under the girl's young body. She offered no resistance as he began working his hands about the softly pliant cheeks of her ass, stretching them apart and then sliding downwards on the bed and moving his prick in between the deeply creased burning crack.
The lusty agent gripped his turgidly swollen cock in one hand, keeping the young teenager's cheeks apart with the other. The tiny pink bud of her asshole was already well-lubricated by the juices of her last climax, and it took Bob only a short time to worm the bulbous head of his serpentine cock-flesh into the slickly snug hole. His hands gripped the fifteen year old's hips as he urged his loins upwards until he could feel the entire length of his throbbingly rigid tool slipping deep into the inner recesses of her asshole.
"Richard! Don't just stand there looking! Come and fuck me! Please come and fuck me too!" the lovely teenager cried out as her father's wonderfully thick shaft made its way into her pulsing asshole. "Richard, I'm helpless. Absolutely helpless. Anyone could do anything they wanted to me and there's nothing I can do about it! You could too, Richard! I'm a victim as you can see!"
Seeing Sandi's wide open thighs and Bob's hard fucking cock spearing into her luscious asshole suddenly made Richard Stacker's mind explode with lust. He flung himself on the young girl's skewered body, his mouth madly seeking hers, his hands tearing at her pulsing white tits and then roaming all over her helplessly vulnerable form until he was pressing his fingertips down on the inside of her thighs. His blood-engorged cock was already nuzzling her rubbery erected clitoris and pressing hard into her gaping cuntal hole. The lust-awakened young piano player plunged his loins forward until he felt the tingling head of his cock-muscle sink slowly up between the moistly heated lips of the brown-haired girl's voluptuous pussy.
Richard Stacker buried his hardened rod deep up inside her belly, and every inch of his straining muscle was being caressed by her pulsatingly elastic cuntal walls. The new entertainer could feel the rhythm of his agent's hard cock as it plundered her asshole. He could even feel it pressing against the membrane that separated her cunt from her rectum so that as the two cocks fucked, they seemed to be nuzzling each other. So the two men screwed into the teenager's young yielding body, fucking their cocks furiously in and out of her asshole and her pussy, sandwiching her between their bodies like some object meant only to be sexually assaulted and consumed.
Young Sandi Toy knew this. She was purely an instrument of pleasure for the male sex at this point. She had no purpose other than to behave as a captive lust-slave. The thought filled her with an exquisite kind of pleasure. She had abandoned her free will! She was not responsible, morally or physically for her actions. She had been freed from responsibility! She was now floating in a psychological euphoria. Her hungering cunt and sphincter muscles were totally relaxed. She was being plundered, and she could not resist. A slave does as she is bid, and so she writhed in the exquisite sexual captivity of her two pile-driving lovers who fucked their cock-flesh lewdly and deep up into her belly.
Carol Toy felt the lewd spectacle set her body afire, and she could not help but remember her promise to her handsome accompanist. What a wonderful way to join in, she thought, so frustrated at the moment that it didn't worry her whether or not he might object. She reached out for a large jar of lubricating cream which lay on the nightstand beside the bed and liberally spread the huge artificial phallus between her legs with the slick substance. Then, moving quietly and quickly, she knelt between Richard Stacker's muscular outstretched thighs and watched almost hypnotized as his leanly muscular ass tensed and quivered rhythmically to the fucking of his blood-veined prick up the hotly pulsating cunt of the helpless young girl.
Carol threw back her damp red hair, and finally the voluptuously beautiful songstress reached out and began to caress the male asscheeks with her hands, kneading the lean muscular globes with her fingers and gently coaxing them apart. With one hand gripping her dildo and the other clenching the handsome young dark-haired man's left cheek fiercely, she pointed the slick head of her phallus to the shiny pink hole of his rectum.
With the agility and concentration of a doctor she began to stuff the head of the dildo into his writhing asshole, wracking the tender flesh of the hollows of his ass when he tried to clench his muscles and shut out the intruding ramrod. Richard Stacker groaned from the agony of the penetration, but his own lust was too far aroused, and he didn't dare wrench his body from the dripping, clutching pussy of the young girl beneath him.
"Geronimo!" shouted the red-haired singer assaulting the young man from the rear, and suddenly she 'plunged the bulbous head of the dildo full force up into his asshole. A staggering pain shot through the center of Richard Stacker's being as the strange titanic phallus parted the rubbery walls of his rectum and fucked into him up to its hilt. His brown eyes clouded, and he felt hot tears blinding him as his muscular form convulsed with the ripping agony.
Yet slowly his inner muscles expanded and allowed space for the serpentine intruder to work its way in and out in rhythmic movements. The handsome young pianist realized after the first agonizing moments that he was actually experiencing pleasurable sensations from the dildo's invasion of his widely stretched asshole. The actual experience was so devastatingly bizarre and beyond all the ideas he had ever heard of as far as sexual novelties went, that he quickly forgot about the injury to his masculinity. He began to think of it only in terms of its pleasure, not its social implications, nor its psychological repercussions, and his loins filled with a kind of double pleasure.
The heavy weight of the beautiful singer's lush tits as they seemed to melt into his back and the feel of her ripely stiff huge nipples against his shoulder blades enhanced the strangely satisfying coupling.
Carol Toy was holding him firmly about the waist now and undulating her body savagely against his wondrous male flesh. Her hands reached down to his loins and toyed with his cock as it fucked in and out of the young teenager's convulsing pussy. The older woman was thrilling with a strange sense of power as she skewered this young man up his rectum, and she fondled the rigid stem of his rock-hard, thickly pumping, fucking shaft of lust-engorged cock-flesh.
Never in his life had the eighteen year old boy known such sexual gratification before. The combination of Sandi's quivering young cunt, of Carol Toy dildoing his asshole and of Bob Toy's cock lustily rubbing through the thin wall of the young teenager's demandingly voracious cunt was too much for him. The sounds of heavy panting and helpless groans of pleasure combined in the huge bedroom along with the noise of sweat-soaked sex-lubricated smacking bodies and the heavy odor of musk until the orgy took on the quality of an erotic dream. It was as though they were being stirred like an evil brew by a giant witch's ladle.
As Richard Stacker began to savagely fuck his blood-bloated cock into Sandi Toy's steaming cunt, he felt the heated white cum building up in his balls to the breaking point. With insane frenzy he shoved his tongue wetly between her ecstasy-parted lips as he fucked his suddenly wildly spewing convulsing cock-flesh all the way up to his balls into her tightly clasping milking pussy.
Her reddened clitoris throbbed up against the large swollen hard shaft of his cock, and its tingling pulsing against the convulsing rod of flesh sent the young teenager into a deliriously swooning frenzy. She seemed to be exploding into pieces, and the rocketing sensation seemed to be catapulting her endlessly upwards in a breathless ecstasy.
As Richard Stacker felt the convulsing cock on the other side of the thin cuntal membrane combined with the mad spasming of the young teenager's boiling hot cunt, his own prick began to twitch in the final throes of ecstasy, and his semen shot up the length of his long cock into the brown-haired girl's helplessly quivering asscheeks.
And, too, as the redheaded Carol Toy felt the trio beneath her coursing through the final stages of their orgasms, she pulled the straps of her dildo tight so that the friction against her sensitive clitoris abruptly released a series of muscle spasms almost volcanic in intensity so that her body was thrown forward and she pressed her dildo with all her might into the now-clenching rectum of her marvelously talented piano player.
Afterwards, when his breathing had become relatively normal, the eighteen year old entertainer lay on the big bed in a naked tangle of limbs and torsos and began to wonder just what he was going to do about his relationship with the beautiful young fifteen year old, who had inherited, apparently, her father's lascivious nature and none of what she had told him were her mother's inhibitions, yet he couldn't think about it objectively right now. In spite of his preoccupation with the problem, his mind was too numb at the moment.
Bob was breathing peacefully. Richard Stacker was an important piece of his bread and butter. The bottom had fallen out of his stomach when he had first seen the young man, horrified, standing over them. Yet he should have known that no man could have resisted such temptation. The more perverse the action, the more a man secretly longs to take part in it. Hmmmnnn, woman, too, he thought, contemplating his sexually vigorous wife. He wondered if it were true that her mother had wanted a son. That was the first time he had heard that. Maybe that explained her independence and her aggression as well as his red hair, he thought with a grin.
Carol Toy was unstrapping the dildo and setting it aside. She could no longer imagine what fun she got out of using it. And why had she and Bob allowed intrusions on the privacy of their love? She ran her fingers through her dampened red hair. She was depressed over what had happened. She wished to God she had never seen the contraption and that Bob had made regular, good, old-fashioned love to her like they do in all the straight, vine-covered cottages, she supposed.
But Sandy Toy was almost asleep. She was on the brink of a dream about her mother with the make-up line under her chin. She giggled in her sleep because there was her mother, wearing a gigantic dildo and fucking the hell out of the asshole of her brand new husband!
