More Tales Of Lustville
Playin’ With The Big Boys
Scene Three
Five days had passed since
she had met Sarah, and as much as Marta hated being away from her, she’d had to
come home to get some paperwork together for a real estate deal she was about
to close.
With all the papers filled
out, signed, and sent off by messenger to her broker, she kicked back on the
divan in her bedroom and turned on the TV. Surfing through the channels, she
finally settled on the world music channel. A soft latin
beat filled the room, and she laid back, closing her eyes as she thought about
the time she’d spent with Sarah over the last few days.
It amazed her how well the
older woman knew so much about her so quickly, and how in tune their bodies
were with each other. She hadn’t been kidding when she’d told Sarah that she
was the best lover she’d ever had that first morning they’d woken up together.
She only reinforced it every time they made love to each other. They had yet to
have an awkward moment, or done something that the other didn’t like.
She started drifting off
as she replayed the memories of her love sessions with Sarah, and frowned when
her phone rang. She thought about ignoring it, and just letting it go to voicemail,
but thought better of it. It might be her broker, or someone else about the new
property, and she’d hate to miss this opportunity after all the work they had
put into it.
She rolled over and picked
up her phone, looking at the screen to see who was calling. She didn’t
recognize the number, so she hit answer, turning the volume down on the home
theatre as she said, “Hello?”
“Marta? Is that you baby?”
A deep male voice asked her.
“Da...Daddy?”
She gasped.
“What’s our most special
day? I have to know that it’s really you, baby.” He replied.
“July Fourth.” She said. “It’s
your birthday. And our special day. You tell me the
year.”
“Nineteen
ninety-seven.” He said softly. “Oh my god. It really is you. I’ve been trying to find you!”
“I’ve been trying to find
you too!” She said, fighting to keep the tears out of her voice. “Where are
you? Your profile says you live in Lustville now! When did you move here?”
“I moved here a few weeks
ago. One of my letters came back marked, ‘Return to sender’, with a Lustville
postmark, so I came looking for you.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I had
some problems with the mail for a while. It was all fucked up.” She laughed. “I
moved into a new house, and just got settled. Where are you? What part of town
are you in? I want to see you!”
“I live on Baker, that’s
on the east side of town.” He said. “And I want to see you too, baby. I’ve
missed you so much!”
“Holy
shit, Daddy! That’s only three
blocks from me!” She giggled. She gave him the address quickly. “Can you come
over now? Please?”
“I’m on the way. I’ll be
there in five minutes.” He said eagerly. “I have to hang up,
I’m on the house phone.”
“Hurry, Daddy.” She said
as she stood up, running down the stairs. “And Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Be hard when you get
here!” She laughed.
“I already am, baby! I
already am.” He laughed as he hung up the phone.
* * * * *
It seemed like an
eternity, instead of just five minutes. Marta ran to the door when the bell
rang, flinging it open.
“Daddy!” She screamed happily, throwing herself into his
arms. “I missed you so much!”
“I missed you too, baby.”
He said as she dragged him into the house, closing the door behind them. “Uh,
do you always answer the door naked?” He laughed as she rained kisses all over
his face.
“Only
for you, Daddy.” She said as she
dropped to her knees, her fingers tearing at his belt, then
jerking down the zipper on his pants, pushing them down roughly. She gasped as
his huge, stone hard cock sprang up in her face, and she wrapped both hands
around it, planting sloppy wet kisses all over it.
“Oh god! I’ve missed you so much!” She panted as she rubbed
the spongy knob of his cock all over her face, then opened her mouth and sucked
it inside, moaning happily as it filled her mouth.
“Oh god,
baby girl! Nobody sucks my dick
like you do!” He moaned as she swallowed almost a third of his cock, taking it
deep into her throat. Kicking off his shoes, he worked his pants off over his
feet as he leaned back against the door. His pushed his hips forward, groaning
as his cock slid deep into her throat again.
She had both hands wrapped
around the bloated shaft, and she ran them lovingly all over the tightly
stretched skin covering it. Pulling his cock from her mouth, she dipped down,
licking at the underside, then dragged her tongue up slowly, swishing it back
and forth over the thick tube seaming the underside. When she reached the head,
she tilted his cock down, then ran her tongue all over
the fat crimson knob, drooling on it heavily. She brought her hand up,
massaging her spit into the head of his cock as she moved her mouth down along
one side of his cock.
“Oh fuck, Daddy! I’ve
missed your cock so much!” She moaned as she slobbered all over his throbbing
cockstalk.
Monty reached down,
pulling her to her feet, then scooped her up in his
arms. “Bed?” He asked, looking around the well
appointed foyer as he stepped into the living room.
“Down
the hall, first door on the right.”
She said as she put her arms around his neck. “But we have to talk, Daddy.”
“We can talk all you want,
baby.” He said as he turned down the hall, then kicked the first door he came to open. He stepped into
the room and tossed her onto the bed, making her squeal with laughter. He
pulled his shirt over his head as he climbed up on the bed, reaching for her. “It’s
been so long, baby! Oh god! I’ve missed you so much. Come on, come to Daddy,
Marta. I need you so bad.”
“Wait, Daddy!” She said,
backing away from him. “I...I can’t. At least not yet.
We have to wait for Sarah.” She reached down, wrapping her hand around his
cock, stroking it gently. “I’ll make you feel good, Daddy! I promise! But I can’t
fuck you till Sarah get’s here. I promised her too.”
“What? Who the hell is
Sarah?” He asked her as he tried to push her down on the bed. “Why are you
being like this, baby? It’s been so long, for both of us! Why are you acting
like this?”
“I told you. We have to
wait for Sarah!” She said as she wriggled out of his grasp. “Let me suck your
cock some more, Daddy! You like it when I suck your di...”
“I don’t want to wait,
little girl!” He growled at her, grabbing her arm, pushing her face down on the
bed. He climbed up on top of her quickly, forcing her legs apart with his knees
as he pulled her ass up and back at him. Wrapping his fist around the middle of
his cock, he rubbed it up and down over the sopping wet slit of her pussy, then started to push it in slowly.
“No!” She screamed,
scrambling away from him on her hands and knees.
“Goddamn it, baby girl!
You get your ass back over here!” He grunted as he lunged for her. He grabbed
her ankle as his arm caught her across the back, knocking the wind out of her,
and she fell sideways onto the bed, rolling onto her back. Scrambling up on top
of her again, he spread his legs between hers, lifting her as he pressed the
head of his cock into her pouty lipped pussy slit again.
“No, Daddy! Please? Not
like this. You promised!” Marta whimpered, trying to push him off of her.
“Shut up you little whore!
I came over here to fuck you an...”
“That’s no way to treat
someone you love.” Sarah said from the door. “Would it have killed you to wait
a few minutes? So she could show you how much she loves you?”
“What? Who the fuck are
you?” He asked as he turned toward her.
“I’m Sarah.” She said as
Marta scrambled out from under him and came over to stand behind her, wrapping
her arms around her as she cried into her back. “We wanted your reunion to be
special. But you really fucked that up, didn’t you?”
“What the fuck are you
talking about? How the hell did you get in here?”
“Okay, I’m going to take
it for granted that your time in prison turned you into an asshole. So let’s
try this. You shut the fuck up, and we’ll pretend we’re meeting for the first
time.” She said as she walked over to the bed. She held out her hand. “I’m
Sarah. What’s your name? All Marta ever calls you is Daddy.”
“Monty. Monty Mathers.’”
He said taking her hand. He was taken completely off guard by her calm
demeanor, and wasn’t sure how to react now.
“I...I tried to te...tell you Da...daddy.” Marta
said as she stepped up beside Sarah. “Sh...she’s my...”
“She’s my girlfriend. And
she wanted me to be here to share a special moment with her.” She looked over
at Marta. “Are you okay, honey? Did he hurt you?”
Marta shook her head and
looked over at him. “I...I still wa...want to...to
make you happy, Daddy. But you have to be nice. Li...like
you used to be.”
“Do you think you can do
that, Monty? Be nice, I mean?” Sarah said as she sat on the bed, keeping
herself between Monty and Marta. “We’re going to go upstairs, and I’m going to
get Marta cleaned up. Why don’t you get yourself a drink, then
jump in the shower. If you can be nice, you can come up and join us. If not,
well, you know where the door is.”
She stood up and took
Marta’s hand, leading her out the door. Monty just watched in stunned silence.
* * * * *
“Let me look at you.”
Sarah said as she turned Marta under the shower spray. “It looks like you’re
going to have a bruise on this ankle. You’re sure he didn’t hurt you?”
Marta nodded, then looked up at her. “We used to do it like that all the
time. It was a game we played.”
“It didn’t look like he
was playing when I can in.” Sarah said, picking up a washcloth and squeezing
soap out on it. She moved them out from under the spray and held Marta to her.
She ran the washcloth lightly over her back, then down over the soft, round
cheeks of her ass. “Are you sure you want to go through with this? He really
could have hurt you, Marta.”
“I want to see him, Sarah.
I...I need it. Can you understand that?” Marta said as she lifted her leg,
letting Sarah run the washcloth down over her calf. She lifted the other leg,
wincing as Sarah touched the tender skin around her ankle.
“I understand, but we can
tell him to come back another time.” Sarah said as she turned her around and
scrubbed the washcloth over her stomach slowly, then
brought it up, running it over one full, round tit. She moved over to the other
one, lingering for a long moment. “I love your titties.” She whispered in her
ear. “They’re perfect, so firm and round. They don’t sag like mine do.”
“Yours are two cup sizes
bigger than mine.” Marta laughed. “And they don’t sag. You’ve got what the boys
call heavy hangers. They all drool over them. I know I do!”
“I knew you liked them.
You spend enough time sucking on them!” Sarah laughed as she moved her hand
back down over her stomach. “Spread your legs. I’m going to wash your pussy.
You always like it when I do that. I’ll make you cum if you want. We can take
our time, there’s no hurry.”
“Mmmmm. I do like it when you do that.” Marta purred, spreading her legs and bending her knees as Sarah ran the
washcloth slowly down between her legs. “Will you eat me when we get in bed? I’d
really like to feel your mouth on me. Noooooo. Please,
Sarah. Just wash me, okay? We can play later, after he leaves.”
“Oooooohhhh, you want that
big dick, don’t you, you little slut.” Sarah panted in her ear. She ground the
washcloth against her pussy mound, easing it between the puffy lips of her
pussy.
“I...I’m so...sorry,
Sarah.” Marta gasped as Sarah moved the rough washcloth over her clit. “I
ca...Oh god, please, Sarah! Do it! Make me cum! Oooooohhhh, I’ll get you for
this you bitch!” she whined as she bent her knees deeper, humping her pussy
down onto her fingers.
“You love it, and you know
it, you little slut! And you don’t have anything to be sorry about.” Sarah
whispered as she let the washcloth slip from her hand. Her long, slim fingers
slipped into the soft wet slit of her pussy and began moving up and down,
pressing firmly into her clit. She brought her other hand around, holding Marta
to her as she eased her fingertips up, brushing them
lightly over her clit, making her gasp, then shiver. “Give it to me, Marta. I
want you to cum for me, honey. Come on, you know you want to.”
Marta nodded her head as
Sarah started grinding her fingertips over her clit, pressing on it with firm,
steady pressure. She knew exactly how she liked it, and brought her up to the
edge quickly. She kept her there, hovering just on the brink of cumming,
gasping and moaning as she writhed against her, but not quite ready to beg for
it yet.
“Count.” She said softly, as she started one of their
favorite games. She tapped her fingers on Marta’s clit, making her jerk, then going back to stroking her gently.
“Wu...one.”
“Very
good.” Sarah whispered as she
pressed harder on her clit, swishing her fingers from side to side.
“T...t...two.”
“I don’t think you’re
going to make it to ten today, you naughty girl.” She said as she changed her
stroke to small, tight circles right over her clit.
Th...thr....three.”
“God! Your little pussy is just drooling, baby! You want
that huge fucking cock bad, don’t you?” She said as she ground her fingers even
harder onto her stiff clit button.
“F...fo...Fuck! Oh god, Sarah!” Marta groaned as she lost control and her
orgasm surged over her. Her legs shook wildly, and Sarah had to hold her up as
she kept up her steady stroking on her clit, guiding her through her climax.
“Shhhhh,
baby. That’s right, let it
happen. Mmmmmmm, it’s so good, isn’t it?” She slowed the steady movement of her
fingers, easing her down, holding her against her as she whispered in her ear.
“Ohhhh,
god! How do you do that?” Marta
panted, leaning back against her as she tried to get her legs under her. “It’s
like you’re inside my head with me, doing exactly what I want, when I want it!”
She turned slowly, throwing her arms around Sarah’s neck, kissing her hungrily.
“Let’s rinse you off.”
Sarah said as she pulled back from the kiss. She moved them back under the
spray, holding Marta in front of her as she ran her hands over her, rinsing off
the soap. She turned her around and finished rinsing her quickly.
“Hold on here, baby.” She
told her as she wrapped her hands around the grab rail. “I need to rinse off
too. I’ll be right back.” She stepped back under the spray and ran her hands
over her own body, scrubbing off the soap quickly. When she was done, she
turned off the shower and went back over to Marta.
“I...I can walk.” Marta
said, letting go of the grab rail.
“I know.” Sarah said,
taking her hand. “I just wanted you to wait for me.”
Taking her hand, she led
Marta into the bedroom and helped her get up on the bed. She saw Monty sitting
on the other side of the bed and shook her head at him, signaling him to stay
quiet.
“You really missed your
Daddy, didn’t you Marta?” She said softly as she lay out over her, pressing her
body against her.
“Oh god, I can’t tell you
how much, Sarah.” Marta moaned as Sarah ran her tongue up over her neck,
licking up droplets of water.
“You don’t have too. I can
see it when you talk about him.” She said as she moved down, running her tongue
lightly over her breasts, then down over the smooth expanse of her stomach. “Can
I eat your pussy, Marta? Your Daddy’s going to be here soon. You want your
pretty little pussy to be ready for him don’t you?”
“Mmmmmmm. You don’t fool me, you horny bitch!” Marta laughed,
as she stretched languidly, her eyes closed as she lay back, letting Sarah
pleasure her. “You just like to eat my pussy!”
“I do. It’s such a pretty
little pussy. I’m glad you let me shave it.” She said as she laid
out between her legs, spreading them wider as she brought her face down over
the clean shaved lips of her pussy. “And it tastes so good! You’re so spicy! I’ve
never tasted a pussy like yours before!”
Spreading the fleshy lips
of her pussy with her fingers, Sarah blew a stream of cool air up and down the
length of the pretty pink slit, making Marta giggle as her body shivered.
“Oooooohhhh! That feels soooooo good!” Marta giggled as she
squirmed under the gentle caress. She moaned as Sarah dragged her warm tongue
slowly up the cream soaked pink cleft, sucking one puffy lip into her mouth for
a moment, then moving over to dart her tongue up to the tight hole of her pussy
quickly. She moved over, taking the other puffy pussylip between her lips,
chewing on it lightly.
“Oh god,
Sarah!” Marta moaned as she
writhed under her gentle caresses. “I’m so scared, baby! Do you think he’ll
come? Do you think he still wants me? It’s been so long, I should have been
nice to him. But I wanted you here with me. Do you...Oh god!”
“Shut up.” Sarah muttered
into her pussy slit as she released her clit from between her teeth. She nipped
at the tender little bud again, making her jerk, then kissed it lightly as she
pulled back, looking over at Monty, raising one eyebrow at him.
Monty nodded and moved
over toward them slowly as Sarah drew back.
“I need to go in the
bathroom for a second, baby. Don’t move, I’ll be right
back.” She said softly. “Keep your eyes closed, and dream about your Daddy.
Everything is going to be alright, baby.”
“Okay, but hurry! You have
to get me ready for him!” Marta whispered, a contented
smile on her face.
Monty moved between his
daughters legs as Sarah moved out of the way, looking at her as she moved
across the bed. She was holding her fingers up, dropping them one at a time, as
she smiled slyly at him. When she dropped the last finger, she nodded at him,
and he pressed his lips to Marta’s pussy, stifling a moan, not wanting to give
himself away yet.
He kissed her juicing
pussy gently, then let his tongue slip out, swishing it slowly up and down the
length of her drooling pussy slit. Marta purred, arching her pussy up at him,
and he pressed his tongue into the tight opening of her cunt hole, running it
in slow circles around the soft pink ring of flesh. His lips pressed harder to
her juicing pussy slit as his slipped his tongue deeper into her creaming cunt
channel, fucking it in and out as he sucked at the juice dripping hole.
Sarah moved over beside her, running her hand lightly over her gently heaving
tummy, then drew it up over the full, firm mound of her breast. Her fingers
traced little circles around the bumpy ring of her areole as she leaned closer,
whispering in her ear.
“Mmmmm, that tongue feels
so good in your little pussy, doesn’t it baby girl.” She moaned,
her own tongue licking lightly around the shell of her ear. “Tell me how you’re
going to fuck your Daddy when he gets here. Are you just going to push me away,
and let him climb on top of you so he can stick that big dick in your hot,
juicy pussy?”
Marta shook her head. “Never, I wouldn’t do that, not to you, Sarah.” She said,
turning her head, her eyes opening. “Oh god baby, I love it when you get in my
hea...” Her eyes went wide as she stared at Sarah, then
looked down between her legs. She whimpered as she saw her Daddy stretched out
between them, his mouth plastered to her creaming cunt hole as her ate her out.
She looked back at Sarah, her eyes filling with tears.
“It’s time, baby girl.”
Sarah said as she kissed her lightly. “Your Daddy is here for you. It’s time to
let him fuck you. Are you ready? Do you want to feel his big dick sliding up
i...”
Marta threw her arms
around her as she kissed her hungrily. “Oh god! I love
you so much! No one has even been as good to me...”
“Shhhhhh. I know, I know.” Sarah said softly. She looked down
at Monty. He was sucking his daughter’s pussy eagerly, making loud slurping, snuffling noises as he sucked hungrily at her drooling cunt
slit. She tapped him on the top of his head, and he looked up, his eyes glazed
with lust.
“Do you have something for
Marta, Monty? Something that she’s going to like?” She
asked him, then watched as he got up on his knees
between her legs, moving up till his enormous cock jutted out over her.
“Holy
shit!” She said softly. “That
fuckin’ thing is...its...”
“It’s so beautiful.” Marta
moaned as she reached down, wrapping her hands around it, stroking them slowly
up and down over the length of it. She looked down at him, her eyes glassy as
she smiled up at him.
“Are you going to put it
in me now, Daddy?” She asked in a little girl’s voice. Her legs opened wider as
she pushed his cock down, rubbing the spongy knob up and down over the cleft of
her cunt, then fitting it into the tight, wet hole. “Do you remember the first
time Daddy? I asked you to fuck me for your birthday. I wanted to give you my
cherry as your present!”
“I remember, baby girl.”
He grunted as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him into her. “And
you were just a baby girl then...but you’re a woman now. A
beautiful woman.”
Sarah looked at him as she
heard a catch in his voice, and saw his face change as he looked down at his
daughter under him.
He started stroking,
feeding his long, stiff cock into her slowly. They were both moaning as he
fucked her slowly, laying down over her as she held her arms out to him.
“Fuck me, Daddy. I want to
feel you in me, I want you to cum in me.” Marta
whispered as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, humping her pussy up at
him. She looked over at Sarah, a look of tormented anguish in her eyes as she
writhed under him, whispering how much she loved him, and how much she missed
him.
Sarah stroked her hair and
smiled at her, looking back at her questioningly. Marta shook her head, tears
rolling slowly down her cheeks.
Monty started fucking her
faster, his hips pumping frantically as he stabbed his cock into her, He
stiffened suddenly, and Marta gasped, clutching him tightly to her.
“It’s
okay, Daddy. I want it. I want to feel yo...”
“I...I’m sorry baby girl.”
He gasped, burying his face in her shoulder, his chest heaving as he emptied
his balls into her. “I...it’s just not...”
“I know, Daddy. I feel it
too.” She said, stroking his hair as she clung to him. “I thought...I thou...we
could...No! Please, Daddy!” She said as he pulled away from her and moved off
the side of the bed. “Don’t go, Daddy! I’ll be good! Please? Oh god, please
come back!”
She threw herself into
Sarah’s arms, sobbing. Sarah held her as she watched him go out the door, never
looking back.
“What happened, baby girl?
I thou...”
“Don’t call me that!”
Marta screeched, pulling away from her. “Never again!
Do you understand me?” She flung herself back into Sarah’s arms, whimpering and
crying as she held her tightly. “I’m so...sorry. I did...didn’t mean it!”
“Shhhhh...you be quiet now. I’m here, shhhhhh, everything is going to
be okay, honey.” She said as she rocked her gently in her arms.
She held her as they lay
together on the bed. She let her cry herself out, cradling her in her arms,
whispering reassurances to her. Finally, Marta pulled away and looked up at
her.
“Yo...you really love me,
don’t you?” she asked, looking into her eyes.
“Yes.” Sarah said softly. “And
I want you to lo...”
“I do! Oh god, Sarah! I
love you so much! What you did today! What you did for me! I’ll never forget
it.”
“I wanted to. I thought it
would make you happy.” Sarah said.
“I know. I should have
just let him fuck me downstairs.” Marta said softly. “Maybe then it would have
been like before...Oh god, Sarah! Will you help me wash him off me? I feel so
dirty now! I never felt like this before. The way he looked at me!”
“You’re not his little
girl anymore.” Sarah said as she helped her off the bed and led her into the
bathroom. “I heard it in his voice when he said, ‘you’re a woman now.’ It’s not
your fault, Marta. You have to understand that.”
“I do.” She said as they
stepped into the shower. “Will you wash me? I need to feel you right now.”
* * * * *
The house was empty when
they came downstairs, but there was a note on the table in the foyer. Sarah
handed Marta the note, watching her smile as she read it.
“What did he say?” She
asked.
Marta handed her the note
and took her hand, leading her into the kitchen. “I need a drink. Do you want
to get drunk with me? We’ll ju...”
“No, the last thing you
need is to get drunk. We can go out, get something to eat, maybe go to a movie?”
She looked down at the note as Marta moved around the kitchen, making them
drinks.
Marta,
I’m so sorry. I thought we
could go back to like it was before, but we can’t, too much time has passed. You’ve grown up into a beautiful woman, and you
have someone that loves you now. Take care of her, and let her take care of
you. This should help, there’s more where that came from.
Monty
Under it, there was a list
on names, followed by long strings of numbers.
“That’s actually very
sweet.” Sarah said as Marta handed her a glass. “What’s he mean, there’s more
where that came from?”
“Will you still love me if
I have money?” Marta asked her as she took a sip from her drink.
“I already have money, and
it doesn’t seem to bother you.” Sarah laughed.
“I don’t mean a couple
hundred thou in the bank, Sarah. I mean money.”
“I have a little more than
that, sweetie.” Sarah laughed. “George had half a dozen patents, and was
selling his second company when he died.” She smiled as she remembered the
reading of the will. She looked over at Marta and grinned. “Did I tell you that
he had a heart attack while he was fucking his secretary? I didn’t contest the
money he left her in his will. Hell, I gave her a million bucks myself, as a
thank you gift!”
“You didn’t!” Marta
laughed as she picked up the note and looked at the list of names. “There’s
about three hundred million here if I remember right. It looks like he kept the
big ones for himself.”
“Yes, I did. She’s really
sweet. We still see each other occasionally, socially.” Sarah said. “And if I
sold the rights to the patents, I’d get about five times what you say is on
that list. I’ve held onto them, because I want Brad to have something when he
goes out on his own. Plus we get a steady income from the licensing fees.”
“Wow! I had no idea. You
don’t act like the big money type. You’re so natural, and down to earth. How do
you do it?” Marta asked.
“You grow up poor, marry a
guy with common sense and good business instincts, and the rest just happens.”
Sarah said as she drained her glass, holding it out for a refill. “One more,
then we go get something to eat...deal?”
“Deal...so it wouldn’t
bother you if I kept the money? You know its stolen. I
told you why he went to jail.” Marta said as she made them both another drink.
“Keep it, burn that list,
it’s up to you.” Sarah said. “You already have money, Marta. That’s a Steerman
Allen clock in the living room, three hundred grand at auction. The Chippendale desk in your bedroom, eight hundred grand.
You’ve got three or four million dollars worth of antiques in a house you
probably paid three hundred grand for. And I hope to god you have it all
insured!”
“Sixty-three
five for the house. It was a
foreclosure.” Marta laughed as she handed Sarah her drink. “And it’s good to
hear that you know your antiques.” She paused, and her eyes went wide. “Wait a
minute! Don’t you dare tell me that those three Degas’s in the hall are...”
“Real? Sure. Antiques and
art are two of the best ways to hide money that there are.” Sarah laughed. “I
like my little house, it’s comfortable. It’s big enough for me and Brad, and he grew up there. I don’t really need much more.” She
reached over and took Marta’s hand. “There are more important things than money
you know.”
* * * * *
“You’re gonna love this
place.” Sarah said as she whipped her little Porsche across three lanes of
traffic and screeched to a halt in a parking space in front of a nondescript
little restaurant. “They serve the best mexican in three states!”
“Jezzus! Where did you learn to drive?” Marta gasped as she
pried her fingers off the handgrip in front of her.
“Watkins Glen. That’s in
Marta got out of the car,
her knees shaking from the adrenalin surging through her. “Goddamn Sarah! How
about a little warning before you take me out to play DeathRace! Fuck! I
thought we were dead at least twice!”
“Oh, come on! Don’t be
such a wuss!” Sarah laughed as she took her hand and led her inside. “I wasn’t
going that fast, and I never even got close to another car. You were perfectly
safe, I promise.”
“You were doing one forty,
for god’s sake! And I almost shit when you went under that trailer!” Marta said
as the hostess led them to a table.
“Sarah? Sarah West you
sexy bitch! Come over here and give me a hug!” An attractive brunette in tight
jeans and a long sleeved black T-shirt was standing up next to a table across
the room, waving them over.
“
“Tracy,
you beautiful slut! Where have
you been hiding?” Sarah laughed as she hugged her warmly. “You just dropped out
of sight, and no one has heard from you for weeks!”
“I’ve been sticking close
to home lately.”
“This is my girlfriend,
Marta Mathers.” She turned to Marta. “Marta, this is my friend Tracy Harris.
Her son Kyle used to go to school with Brad. Kyle plays football for
“Kyle Harris, the
linebacker? He’s your son?” Marta said, looking
“It’s okay, sweetie!”
“I know I do.” The little
redhead sitting at the table muttered. “As often as I can get it.”
“You have to join us! We
just got here.” She said as she pulled chairs over for them. “We already
ordered a pitcher.”
“Oh, these are my friends,
Lois Parker,” She pointed to the petite redhead in a sheer white sundress, then waved toward a large woman sitting next to Lois. “And
Susan Wilson, her boys Tim and Tom are transferring to
“Wilson, Wilson...I know
that name too.” Marta said under her breath. She looked up suddenly. “You don’t
mean Timmy and Tommy Wilson do you? The Aquamen?”
Susan nodded, smiling proudly that her boys were known for their talents in the
pool. “Holy shit! What is this, the stud mother’s
club?”
Marta looked at Lois. “What
sport does your son play, Lois?” she asked politely.
“Oh, Phil doesn’t play any
organized sports.” Lois said, then grinned at Marta. “But
he’s a world class muff diver. Just ask
“Goddamn it Lois, can’t
you keep your fucking mouth shut for five minutes?”
“Only if
there’s a dick in it.” Lois
giggled
“Well, she’s right,
“Wow!” Sarah laughed as
she looked at the three women. “Just how many pitchers have you had?”
“Oh, this is the first.”
“Well, since we’re on the
subject.” Marta said lightly. “We have some really huge toys that we like to
play with. I like the fourteen inch strap-on the best. And I bet we could give
all your boys lessons in eating pussy.”
“Did you say fourteen
inches?” Lois asked, sliding her chair closer. “And nobody eats pussy better
than my Phil! He’ll have you screaming for mercy while you beg for more!”
“Mmmmmmm. I’d like to meet him sometime.” Marta laughed. She
looked Lois up and down appraisingly, then looked over
at Sarah. “Can we take her home with us? I like her!”
“Kyle might not like that,
Marta.”
“Thirteen
and a half inches.” Sarah said
lightly, then leaned over and kissed Marta. She pushed her hand under her tight
tanktop, squeezing her breast as they sucked face hungrily. She pulled back and
grinned at
“Oh my, I think we need to
add you to the guest list of our next party!”
“I don’t think I could
take one that big.” Susan said. “Phil and Kyle hurt me sometimes. I’m just glad
that Phil likes titty fucking so much more than the regular way!”
“Bring him on!” Lois
grinned. “My little squeeze box ain’t met a meat stick she can’t swallow yet!”
Sarah and Marta looked at
each other, then burst out laughing.
“Oh my
god! This is incredible.” Sarah
laughed. “I thought...I never would have imagi...”
“Yeah, it boggles the
mind, don’t it?”
“I don’t know if I can do
that, maam.” The girl said. “We get busy this time of day sometimes.”
Sarah reached in her
pocket and pulled out a roll of bills. she peeled off
three hundreds, handing them to the girl. “Will this cover it?” She asked.
“Yes maam! I’ll be right
back with your order!”
“Thanks,
sweetie. I’ll cover the rest.”
“Thank you.” Sarah smiled.
“I think we look good together too. And just this week, on
both. It all just happened so fast!”
“It usually does.”
“Tell them what happened
to you, baby.” Marta said, squirming in her chair. “God, that was so hot! I’ll
never forget that night!”
“You were there?” Lois
asked, leaning forward, her eyes wide.
“Uh huh.” Marta nodded. She looked at Sarah. “Can I tell them,
Please?”
“Like I
could stop you!” Sarah laughed. “But
you’re going to have to be really, really nice to me later!”
“Like I’m
not all the time. Anyway.” Marta said, talking directly to Lois. “Me and my friends Judy and Beth are sitting in the Mega-Mart
parking lot when this little convertible pulls in next to us. I can’t believe
it when the guy pulls his pants down and whips out this huge fucking log, grabs
the hot chick he’s with and pushes her face down on it! Fuck! It was so hot! I’m
staring out the window, and he hears me roll it down, and looks over at me.”
She took a sip of her
drink before she continued. “I asked him if she’d mind sharing, and he gives me
his address...then tells me to talk dirty to him! By this time, Beth comes up
and is watching too, Judy was still getting dressed in the back of the van.”
She stopped and took another sip of her drink. “I’m tellin’ him to do all kinds
of nasty shit, cum in her mouth, shoot off on her face, and I can see that he’s
gonna bust his nut any second, so I get out and start talkin’ right in his ear.
He started to cum, and shoved his fucking cock down her throat. Well, that shit
wasn’t gonna work, cuz I wanted see him cum all over her hot little slut face.”
“Oh my
god!” A voice said behind her,
and she turned grinning at the waitress.
“Oh, hi honey. You can
just sit that down anywhere, we can get it.” She turned back to Lois as the
girl hurried away from the table. “Let me taste them.” She said.
“Wh...what?”
Lois gasped, her chest heaving as she panted for breath. Her nipples were
poking out through the thin material of her dress, and Marta’s mouth watered as
she looked at her.
“Your
fingers. Stick ‘em in and get ‘em
real wet, then gimme a taste.” Marta said, grinning at her. “Unless
you don’t want to hear the rest of it.”
Lois squirmed in her
chair, then looked around quickly. She brought her
hand up over the edge of the table, and Marta laughed when she saw that two
fingers were soaked to the knuckle, and her whole hand had pussy juice all over
it. Lois held it out to her, and Marta sucked one of her fingers into her
mouth, rolling her eyes up in her head, moaning loudly as she fucked it in and
out of her mouth.
“Oh shit, Sarah! You gotta
taste this!” She held Lois’s hand over so Sarah could reach it, watching as she
opened her mouth and sucked the other finger into her mouth, licking it clean
eagerly.
“Oh god! You’re right, Marta. That is one tasty pussy!” She
panted, then leaned over and whispered in her ear. Marta nodded, and Sarah
turned back to Lois. “Is there a bathroom around here, Lois? I think the booze
is getting to me. Would you shows us where it is?”
“Don’t even think about
it.”
“Bitch.” Lois pouted, slouching down in her chair.
“Slut.”
“Oh
yeah!” Marta said, leaning
forward, her voice husky as she stared into Lois’ eyes. “I pulled her head up,
and she started rubbing that huge fucking cock all over her face. There was cum
shooting everywhere, and I just couldn’t resist anymore. I pushed her out of
the way and got my mouth of that fat fucker, and started sucking on it like
there was no tomorrow.” She leaned closer, her face inches from Lois’. “I swear
to god, Lois. I couldn’t swallow fast enough, and his
cum just kept shooting out. I pulled up, jerking him off and reaching for her,
and she was gone! Judy and Beth were taking her around the back of the car, so
I said, what the fuck, why not? So I went back down on him and sucked on him
for another minute or so, then got him out of the car and pushed him into the
van.”
She leaned closer, raising up out of her seat. “Kiss me.” She said softly.
Lois was out of her chair
in a flash, pressing her lips to Marta’s hungrily, her tongue dancing with hers
as they kissed hungrily. “Oh god, I want to fuck you so bad right now.” She
panted into her mouth.
“I know.” Marta smiled as
she sat down and took another sip of her drink. “By the time I got him in the
van, Beth had her pants down and was fingerfucking her, and Judy had Sarah’s
face plastered in her hot little pussy, and was already cumming! I got him in
and got the door closed, then started sucking his dick again, just to make sure
it was gonna stay hard.” She stared at Lois as she said, “I suck a mean dick,
but I could only get the top third in my mouth, its
that fucking thick!”
She sat back, looking
around the table. Tracy and Susan were leaning forward listening eagerly, and
Sarah sat spellbound as Marta recounted their adventure.
“I don’t remember any of
this.” Sarah laughed. “Well, I remember jilling off at one sixty on the
freeway, then sucking his dick, then it kind of gets blurry after that.”
“Yeah, you were kinda out
of it. But you perked up real quick when he stuck that big ol’ dick in you!”
Marta laughed. “Beth dropped down and gets under Sarah here, and she spreads
her pussy open while I line him up and start feeding it in. I’m kneeling behind
him, talking all nasty in his ear, and Beth is under her, calling out how deep
it is. I can’t remember what he said, but it pissed me off, so I gave his balls
a squeeze, real hard like.” She shook her head at the memory. “His ass shot
forward, and he buried that huge fucking tool in her to the balls!”
“I remember that part!”
Sarah laughed.
“I bet you do. So do the
people in five counties that heard you scream!” Marta
laughed. “By that time, Judy had passed out, she had
pulled a double shift that day. And this one only lasted a couple minutes with
him really fucking her before she passes out, So I
pull him out and get him over on top of me so I can ride the lightening!”
“Oh...my...gawd,
Lois!” She grinned,
enjoying what her stories was doing to the little redhead. “When he stuck that
honkin’ hunka horsecock in me, I thought I was gonna die
and go to heaven right then and there! But then he started fucking me!”
“I remember this part!”
Sarah giggled, taking up the narrative. “I woke up, and my pussy hurt soooo good! And it just kept getting better. I was trying to
figure out where the pussy in my face came from, then I looked between my legs,
and there was another girl eating me out. God can that girl eat pussy!”
“She sucks a mean dick
too. I thought I was good, but I got nuthin’ on her!” Marta said softly.
“We don’t have to go into
that.” Sarah said, then turned back to the other
women. “All of a sudden, there’s this banging on the side of the van, then this
light is shining in the window! It was a security guard, and he was saying that
he was gonna call the cops. I damn near jumped outta my skin, and rolled off
Beth, pulling my pants up. Beth got up and got in the drivers seat, and I
jumped out and got in my car. This one,” She said jerking her thumb at Marta, “Didn’t
bat an eye, she just kept fucking the shit outta Brad!”
“I couldn’t help it!”
Marta giggled. “That big ol’ dick just felt so good pounding into my poor
little pussy! I just couldn’t let him stop!”
“Well, we hauled ass outta
there, and Beth followed me to my house, and when we get in the garage, and I
open the van door, she squirts all over me! I thought she was pissing at first!
But Brad was still slamming his cock into her like sun wasn’t gonna come up in
the morning, and wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down anytime soon!”
She took a drink, and
grinned over at Marta. “Me and Beth finally manage to
pry him off of her, and get him in the house, and I help Beth get it in
her...that was a big mistake!”
“She fucked him eleven
times!” Marta said. “She sucked him off the last time while we watched.”
“Yeah.” Sarah said, pinching her leg. “I thought I said we
didn’t need to talk about that part.”
“I think I have to go
home.” Susan said, looking around for her purse. “I really hope the boys are
home. I don’t know what I’m going to...”
“Sit down Susan, I think
you need to calm down a little before you try to drive, don’t you?”
“My pants are wet,
“So are mine, sweetie.
Lois’ would be too, if she ever wore any!”
“I wanna hear about the
strap-on! Is it really fourteen inches long?” Lois asked Marta.
“Yeah, but she’s got this
double dildo, that monster is over two feet long, and its
got handles and shit on it. And instead a head, there’s a fist on each end!”
Marta said, her voice rising as she warmed to her subject. “So when you’re
riding it, you can push it back and forth, or if you
get it all the way in, the handle rubs on your clit.”
“Excuse me, uh...ladies.
Can you keep your voices down? Some of the other customers are complaining
about your...uh, subject.”
It was the manager, he was standing behind Sarah, holding a menu in
front of him.
“I’m sorry, we’ll keep it
down.”
“I think he has a hard-on.”
Lois said. “That’s why he’s holding the menu like that.”
Marta turned in her chair,
her arm brushing the edge of the menu as she did.
The manager backed up, and
before he could speak, Sarah said, “If you’re thinking about throwing us out, I
want my three hundred dollars back. If you can’t assure us a little privacy,
you shouldn’t have taken the money. Now send the waitress back to take our
order, or bring my money back. I don’t care which.”
He stared at her for a
moment, then turned and walked away. A moment later the waitress came back to
their table.
* * * * *
“That was trippy!” Marta
laughed as she leaned back in her seat. She looked over at Sarah. “Are you
gonna drive fast again?”
“Depends on what you mean
by fast.” Sarah laughed as she squealed out of the parking space, spun the
wheel and jerked the gear shift lever into first, then peeled out of the
parking lot, cutting off a delivery van. “I can take it slow on the way home if
you want.” She said as she looked over at Marta.
“Don’t worry about it.”
Marta gasped, her face white as she looked in the
rearview mirror. “I already shit my pants. Did you have to do that?”
“Do what?” Sarah asked as
she wove the little car in and out of traffic. “Damn, I wish these people would
learn how to drive!” She said as she turned onto the freeway. She looked over
at Marta. “That little redhead Lois is a hottie, isn’t she?”
“Shit yeah!” Marta
laughed. “We traded phone numbers, I gave her yours too. She said she wanted to
try your strap-on if she can.”
“Our
strap-on.” Sarah laughed. “It
just ain’t the same if you’re not on the other end of it girlfriend! So you
wanna go home and fuck? Or maybe call her, and see what kind of trouble we can
get into?”
“Would you mind? If I
called her, I mean?” Marta asked. “She looked like she’d be a lot of fun!”
“I just told you to didn’t I?” Sarah laughed as she whipped around a semi and
slammed on the brakes. “Shit! It was clear a second ago!”
“Oh god
Sarah, please! I’ll give you a million dollars if you’ll just slow the
fuck down, okay?”
“Don’t need it, Hang on a
sec...”
She pulled the car over
onto the shoulder and shot around a line of cars, then pulled back onto the
freeway sharply, flooring the gas. Sirens went off behind them, and Sarah
cursed under her breath as she looked in the rearview mirror.
“Get a good grip on
something, baby.” She said, then hit the brakes, downshifted, and pulled the
car off onto the next exit. The little car slid around the curving ramp as
Sarah fought it for control, then shot out into traffic. They flew under the
overpass and went back up the on-ramp going the other direction.
“You called her yet?” She
asked, glancing over at Marta as she pulled off on the first exit they came too
and came to a stop at the light at the bottom. “Marta? Did you call her yet,
honey? Hey, are you okay over there?” When the light changed, she pulled out
and turned into a shopping center parking lot, pulling in between two SUV’s.
“I...I think I...You
bitch!” Marta shouted at her as she turned in her seat, her face red with
anger. “I pee’d my fucking pants because you wanna play Speed Racer! Happy now? Huh, are you happy that you got me to pee on
myself?”
Sarah laughed as she
reached over and stuck her hand between her legs. “Damn, you really cut loose,
didn’t you?” She said as she raised her fingers to her nose and sniffed
cautiously, then more deeply.
“I hate to break it to
you, honey. But you didn’t pee, you came.” She said as she held her hand under
Marta’s nose. “That’s pussy juice if I ever smelled it!”
Marta sniffed her fingers,
her eyes going wide as she caught the rich scent of her own pussy on Sarah’s
fingers. “Are you fucking kidding me? It felt like I was peeing! I swear to
god!”
“So are you going to keep
whining? Or admit that you really like getting the shit scared out of you?”
Sarah laughed as she put the top up, then stepped out
of the car. “Come on, we need to take a walk. It’ll be a few minutes before we
can get back on the road. Just in case, you know? I doubt they got the tag
number, but ya never know.”
“I can’t walk around like
this, Sarah! Look at me for god’s sake!” Marta said as she got out of the car.
The crotch of her jeans was wet halfway down her thighs.
“Got it covered.” Sarah
said as she opened the trunk and opened a small suitcase. She pulled out a
loose, knee length skirt and tossed it to her. “Put that on, then
take your jeans off. It’ll look good with that tank.”
Marta pulled the skirt on,
then shimmied her jeans and panties down, rolled them
up and tossed them in the trunk. She gave Sarah a questioning look as she took
her hand and they walked toward the shops.
“So. You always carry an overnight bag with you?” She
asked lightly.
“It’s not an overnight
bag. It’s an emergency change kit.” Sarah laughed. “I got hit by a water
balloon once, and had to turn around and go home to change. I was late for a
big party George was having, and it almost cost him a client. It was his idea
to keep the bag in the trunk after that. It’s come in handy a few other times
since.”
“He sounds like he was a
smart guy.” Marta said. “I wish Daddy had gone that way, instead of what he
did. Maybe my mom might have stuck around.”
“Let’s go in here...I like
this shop.” Sarah said as she led Marta into a little boutique. She walked over
to a rack, grabbed a pair of slacks, and headed for the back of the store.
“I’m gonna try these on
real quick.” She called to the clerk, holding the slacks up. The clerk nodded,
not even looking up from her magazine.
“I don’t think those
are...hey!” Marta said as Sarah pushed her into the changing room, locking the
door behind them.
“Shhhhhh! We only have a couple minutes before she comes back
and checks on us.” Sarah grinned as she sat on the bench and pulled Marta
closer to her. She ran her hands up the backs of her legs, lifting her skirt as
she cupped the firm round cheeks of her ass, squeezing them lightly. “Lift your
skirt up...come on! We don’t have much time!”
Marta grinned down at her
as she lifted the front of her skirt, then put her
foot up on the bench next to Sarah.
“Damn, baby...you’re
fucking dripping.” Sarah giggled as she pressed her mouth to Marta’s sopping
wet pussy, running her tongue eagerly up and down the juice slickened slit. “Mmmmmmm! I love the way you taste!”
“What do you expect after
lunch with the incest mother’s club!” Marta panted,
tucking the hem of her skirt into the waistband then putting both hands on
Sarah’s head, guiding her as she humped her pussy into her face.
“Oooooohhhh,
yeah! Right there! Lick my clit,
Sarah!” She moaned as she ground her cunt against her mouth. “I’m really close!
I think I can...”
“Aright! I know what you’re doing in there!” The clerk said,
rattling the door. “And I recognized you too lady! You left a two hundred
dollar pair of jeans soaked with pussy juice in there last time you were here!”
She rattled to door again. “Now you get your asses out here! I want in on this!”
“B...be
rig...right with you!” Marta panted as Sarah ate her hungrily. “I on...only
need a min...minute!”
“I already locked the
door, so no one is going to come in! Now open the fucking door!” The clerk
said. A moment later, a pair of panties came flying
over the top of the door and landed on Marta’s shoulder.
Marta picked them up,
gasping when she felt how wet the crotch was. She held them to her face,
inhaling the girl’s scent from her sodden panties. “Oh shit, Sarah! Check this
out.” She said as she held the panties under her nose with one hand, reaching
back and unlocking the door with the other.
“Oh my
god! That smells incred...” her
eyes went wide as the door opened and the clerk stepped in behind Marta.
She was a tiny little
thing, barely five feet tall with close cropped black hair spiked up in a short
mohawk. Her tits made little bumps under her tight
top, and they could see her nipples poking out through the thin material. She
was naked from the waist down, and her pussy was shaved bare. She looked like
she couldn’t have been older than twelve or thirteen.
“Oh my
god! Aren’t you precious!” Marta gasped. She stepped away from Sarah and
dropped to her knees, reaching for her.
“Huh uh! Not in here.” The girl said, stepping back through
the door of the changing room. “Let’s go in the back. I have a pallet of old
clothes we can get comfortable on, and there’s no cameras back there.”
“Cameras?” Sarah gasped.
“Yup. We just had them put in a couple weeks ago.” The
girl said as she pointed up in one corner. “I’ll replace the disk before I
leave tonight, my boyfriend will want to see it! There was
a couple other girls in here earlier, and they got really nasty! Come on, I’ve
been horny as shit since they left!”
“I’m Pia, I own this shop.”
She said as she led them through a door next to the changing rooms, then around
a corner. She flopped down on a pile of clothes, spreading her legs as she
grinned up at them. “So, anybody hungry?”
Sarah and Marta looked at
each other, then Marta pushed Sarah aside and dove on
the little vixen. “Glad to eat you Pia, I’m Marta.” She said as she dropped to
her knees on the pallet and plastered her mouth on the girl’s juicy looking
pussy. She moaned with delight as her tongue lashed up and down the cream soak
crease of her pretty little cunt, then began sucking hungrily.
“I’m Sarah, and I wish I
had known you were this friendly earlier!” Sarah laughed as she knelt down next
to her and pushed up her top. “Oh my god, look at these pretty little titties!
They’re so cute!” She leaned closer, sucking one of her stiff nipples into her
mouth, then moved quickly over to the other one.
“Oh shit! Suck on my clit!
And stick your fingers in me!” She grunted as she humped her pussy up at Marta’s
mouth. “I need to get fucked! And my boyfriend has to work late tonight. Oh
shit! Please! Fuck meeeeeeee!”
Marta moved her mouth up,
sucking Pia’s clit between her lips. She pulled back, staring in amazement
between her legs.
“Holy
shit!” She gasped as she slid two
fingers into the girl’s pussy. “Come look at this Sarah! Her fucking clit is
huge!” She started pumping her fingers in and out, and added a
another one, plunging them deep into the writhing girl, twisting them
back and forth slowly.
Sarah looked down, then moved closer. Reaching out and taking Pia’s clit
between her fingers, she started jacking it off like a tiny cock. Her clit
stuck out over two inches, and was almost an inch across. Pia writhed and
squirmed as they played with her, panting and moaning loudly.
“Stick another finger in!”
She grunted, pumping her pussy down at Marta’s hand. “Oh shit, keep jerking on
my clit like that! That’s fucking perfect!” she gasped.
Marta looked up at her, moving
her fingers faster in her sopping wet hole. “I’ve already got three in there,
honey. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Do it! My boyfriend is
hung like an fucking elephant! He has to fist me
before he can get his cock in!” She groaned as she hitched her ass closer to
Marta, trying to get more of her fingers in her juice soaked cunt channel.
“Really? I’d like to meet him!” Marta laughed as she put her
little finger in the girls stretched out pussy hole, working it back and forth
as she pressed it deeper into her hot little hole.
“I don’t mind. I can only
do him three or four times a week, and I like to watch him fuck other girls!”
Pia grunted as she arched her back, her ass lifting up off the pallet. “Stick
your fist in, baby! Please? I’m getting close! I just need a li...little more!”
Marta looked up at Sarah,
and saw her staring between the girl’s legs, her fingers pumping steadily on
her enormous clit. Folding her thumb across the palm of her hand, she pressed
it slowly forward, turning it from side to side as she pumped it in and out.
“Oh yeah, give it to me,
Bobby!” Pia purred, going off in her own little world. “Oh god, I love your big
fucking cock so much. Oh god! It hurts so gooooooooddd!!!”
Sarah watched wide eyed as
her pussy sucked Marta’s hand inside, the puffy red lips closing around her
wrist. “Oh shit! That is so hot!” she panted, her fingers
flying over her clit. She had lost her jeans somewhere along the way,
and now thick strings of girl cum poured down her legs. “I don’t fucking
believe this.” She muttered as she looked up at Pia’s face.
The girl had her eyes
squeezed shut, and her teeth were clenched as she rocked her head back and
forth. Sarah would have sworn that she was in agony, if it wasn’t obvious that
she was participating willingly. Her hips were working wildly as she ground her
crotch up at Marta’s fist. She leaned closer, almost touching her lips to her
ear as she tried to hear what Pia was saying.
“She wants you to do it
faster.” She said unbelievingly to Marta. “Fuck! where’s
she putting it all? I can’t believe you got your fucking fist in there to begin
with!”
Marta pushed her hand out
the way and sucked Pia’s clit into her mouth, closing her lips around it,
sucking on it like it was a small cock. The girls pussy fluttered and spasmed
around her hand, and she started pumping it in and out faster as she sucked
harder on her clit.
Sarah looked down at them,
then threw her leg across Pia, straddling her head as
she dropped her own sopping wet cunt down onto her face. “Eat me you little
slut! You got me all hot and bothered, now make me cum you little cunt!”
She gasped as Pia’s tongue
wriggled up into the tight hole of her pussy and started snaking deeper inside.
Her lips sucked hungrily at her pussy hole as she fucked her tongue frantically
in and out. Sarah groaned, throwing her head back as she started to cum almost
immediately. She shuddered, and hot girl cum poured from her spasming hole.
Pia licked and sucked
eagerly, swallowing as fast as she could, her head rocking back and forth
wildly as she started to cum from Marta’s fist fucking. “Fuck me, you beautiful
bitch!” She screamed into Sarah’s pussy, her tongue never stopping its tireless
stroking. “Suck my baby cock! Eat it. you know you
love it you...Ungh! Nnnnnggggghhhhhhnnnn!”
She stiffened, and Sarah
pulled back quickly as she felt her teeth closing on her pussylip. She climbed
off, kneeling beside the writhing girl, then plastered her mouth onto her tiny
titty, nipping, then biting roughly on her rock hard
nipples.
Pia screamed, her body arching higher off the pallet as pussy juice
sprayed from her spasming cunt hole drenching Marta’s face, running down her
chest to soak her shirt. Spurt after spurt of hot liquid spewed from her
cumming cunt hole, and Marta pounded her fist in and out mercilessly, her hand
making loud slurping and sloshing noises. She sucked on her clit hungrily,
forgetting in the heat of the moment that it wasn’t really a cock in her mouth.
Marta got her free hand
under Pia’s ass, holding her up as she fucked her fist in and out of her tight,
sucking pussy tunnel. Her lips worked around the length of her clit rod, and
she nipped at it with her teeth as she sucked it in and out of her mouth. “Cum in my mouth!” She muttered around her huge clit. “Shoot
your hot cum in my mouth! Oh shit, you taste so fucking good!”
Pia was shrieking nonstop,
an ear piercing scream that went on and on, increasing in volume as it went up
in pitch. She sucked in a huge breath, then screamed
again. “Bbbbooooobbbbbbbbyyyyyy!!!”
“Pia! Are you back there Pia? Are you okay, sis?” A male
voice called. “Why is the front door locked? Are you...Goddamn it Pia! We
talked about this! You can’t close the shop just because you want to fuck! How
many times are...Fuck it. Ya know, I’m tired of
talking about it.”
A young man, not much more
than a boy, judging by the size of him, had come into the backroom of the shop
and was staring angrily at them.
“Oh shit!” Sarah said as
she raised up, looking at him. She pushed at Marta, trying to get her
attention, but she wouldn’t budge. She looked over at the boy, blushing
furiously. “Oh god! I’m so sorry! We didn’t mean
to...I mean, we wanted to but...I...”
“It’s okay.” He laughed as
he came closer. “It’s not your fault. I’m Bobby. I own this shop with my
sister. It looks like you’ve already met her.”
“Yo...you’re Bobby?” She
said, her eyes running up and down over him. She stopped when she saw the bulge
between his legs. “Oh my fucking god!” she said slowly. Then she shook Marta
again.
“Marta! Marta, you have to
stop now, goddamn it!” She said as she shook her, her eyes never leaving his
crotch. “We have company! Boy do we have company!”
Pia was struggling to get
up on her elbows, looking bleary eyed up at him. “Bobby! When did you get here
baby?” She giggled as she put her hand on the back of Marta’s head, rocking her
pussy up at her. “I made some new friends!”
“I can see that.” He
laughed. “Don’t you think you should let your new friend, you know,
like...maybe breath? She looks like she’s about out of it.”
Sarah burst out laughing
as she looked between them. “You’re her brother? She said that you were...” She
looked at the bulge between his legs again, then
looked up at his face. “I thought that...she said...”
“She said her boyfriend
had to work late, and she couldn’t wait that long? Yeah, she tells everyone
that.”
“But you two...you, um...”
“She wants to know if you
really fuck.” Marta said as she pulled mouth away from Pia’s clit. She looked
back over her shoulder at him as she kept pounding her fist in and out of Pia’s
pussy. “This is the elephant?” She laughed, looking down at her.
Pia grinned, nodding her
head as she reached down and grabbed her wrist, slowing her movements, guiding
her to a stop. She fell back, panting for breath as Marta held her hand still
inside her.
“Um,
Marta. I think you might want to
take another look, honey.” Sarah whispered huskily. She motioned for Bobby to
move closer to her.
Marta turned her head. “Sweet god in heaven!” She gasped when she saw the thick
bulge stretching down his pants leg. His cock reached more than halfway to his
knee. “Ca...can I touch it?” She asked softly.
He took a step back,
shaking his head. “I don’t think Pia is done with you yet. You still have to
get your hand out of there...I think you’re gonna be a little while.”
“Can I touch it?” Sarah
said, smiling up at him. “My son’s cock is big, but damn! That thing is freekin’...I
don’t know, what’s a good word? It’s ginormous!”
Bobby stepped closer to
her, watching as she raised her hands. “Yo...you do it...you and your son?
You...”
Sarah nodded as she put
her hand on the inside of his knee and slid it upward slowly. She groaned as
she felt the thick head of his cock throb under her palm. She was panting
heavily, leaning closer as her hand travelled slowly up the length of his
incredible cockshaft.
Marta was staring at her,
her mouth watering as she watched Sarah caress the tremendous bulge his cock
made in his pants. “Take it out.” She whispered.
Sarah looked at her, then looked up at Bobby. Her hands were moving toward his
belt, and she frowned when shook his head and took a step back.
“I can’t. I have to open
the shop back up. She’s going to be useless for at least an hour.” He said as
he knelt next to Marta. “Here, let me help you.” He said as he wrapped his hand
around her wrist. “Pay attention, so you’ll know what to do next time, okay?”
Marta nodded, bringing her
eyes down to Pia’s fist filled pussy again.
“Put your thumb under her
clit, and push up on it, like this. Then lay the other fingers where her bush
should be.” He looked over at her. “With me so far?”
Marta nodded, and he
continued.
“Twist your hand slowly,
and I mean slow, her pussy can really clamp down on you sometimes. Pull it back
as you twist, but push it back in every few seconds, that helps her relax, and
you can pull it out easier. You want to watch her face, not her pussy. She may
not be able to talk, so she won’t be able to tell you if you’re hurting her. Like you are now.”
He held her hand still,
easing it back inside, holding it, then pulling it back out slowly. Marta
looked up at her face, and saw a grimace being replaced by look of utter bliss
crossing Pia’s face again as her brother worked her hand slowly out of her
tightly clenched cunt hole.
“Rub the underside of her
clit gently. Just soft little touches, just enough to keep her excited. That’s
helps her lube up, so your hand doesn’t stick.” He moved his hand, and pulled
hers over. “You do it now. Do it slow, and let her enjoy it. Take your time,
and she’ll love you forever.”
He stood up and moved to
the door. “I have to open the shop. Stay with her. She
needs to be cuddled after. I’ll try to come back in a few minutes.” He
disappeared out the door, and a moment later, they heard the tinkling of a bell
as the front door opened.
Marta followed his
instructions carefully, and it was almost five minutes before she finally got
her hand out of Pia’s pussy. She watched in amazement at as the little hole
closed quickly. In less than a minute, it looked like she had never been
touched. The inner lips were puffy and red, but her little pussy hole looked
fresh and unused.
Marta pressed two fingers
back into the hot, wet opening, and was stunned when Pia squeezed her pussy
muscles around them tightly. She looked up at her, noticing that Sarah was
cradling her in her arms, whispering softly to her as she rubbed her pussy into
her hip.
Smiling up at them, she
got up and went over to the sink in the corner and washed her hands and face,
then went out into the shop. Bobby had a pile of clothes draped over his arm
and was putting them back on the racks as she approached.
“I told you...” He began.
“Sarah is with her. She’s
going to be fine.” Marta smiled. “I’m sorry, we didn’t know. And thank you for
the lessons. You learned that from experience, didn’t you?”
He nodded, smiling at her.
Then his nose wrinkled up and he laughed. “Whew! We need to get you a change of
clothes! That tanktop is soaked. She squirted on you, didn’t she?”
“Pissed pussy juice all
over me is more like it!” Marta laughed. “I squirt sometimes, and so does
Sarah, but not like that!” She looked him over, her eyes settling on his cock. “Do
you cum like that?”
“I guess you’re going to
have to wait to find out, aren’t you!” He laughed. He went over and started
going through a rack of blouses, pulling out a royal blue wraparound top, then
went over to another rack and got a short, pleated black skirt. He brought them
back over, holding them in front of her, then handed
them to her. “Go put these on. The restroom is right over there. But rinse off
first. Please!”
“Subtle. I like that in a
man.” She laughed as she took the clothes and went into the bathroom. She
stripped quickly, then wet some paper towels and cleaned herself as best she
could. She dried with more paper towels, then pulled
on the blouse and skirt. She rolled the tanktop up in her skirt, and went back
out, looking for a mirror.
Bobby came up behind her
as she stepped in front of the mirror, putting his hands on her hips. “Here,
turn around. You’re not wearing that right.” He opened the catch on the skirt,
pulled the blouse out and wrapped it looser around her body, then tucked it in
and fixed the skirt back.
He stepped back and put
his hands on his hips and twisted his shoulders. “Do this.” he said as he
stepped around her. His hands tugged at the blouse, pulling it open in the
front so the insides of her tits showed, then stepped back. “Again.”
Marta repeated the
movement, smiling as one breast almost slipped out. She started to adjust the
blouse, but he stopped her.
“I designed it to do that.
It just looks like your tit is going to show.” He grinned. “Gives
your date something to look forward too!” He took a pair of scissors
from his pocket and cut the tags off the clothes and slipped them into his
pocket.
“I already saw the prices.
Let me go out to my car before we leave, and I’ll pay you for them.” She said
as she looked at herself in the mirror. “Wow, you have excellent taste in
clothes! This looks great on me! Did you say that you designed this?”
“Yes. But it’s my treat.
You look fantastic in it, and it’ll be good advertising.” He said as he
adjusted the waistband of the skirt. “That’s from my Wanton Woman collection.
The downtown store carries the full line. The southside store has our Goth Girl
and Pouty Punks collections. We just carry a few of each here. This place is
more mainstream, but it pays for all the rest.”
“I can see why you’d be
upset that she closes it up early.” Marta laughed.
“It’s not so bad. She’s
only done it a few times. But we have a sale running, and I saw four customers
walk away.” He shook his head. “Of course, when I open the door, no one comes
in.”
Just then, the bell at the
door tinkled, and Pia stuck her head out of the storeroom door.
“Bobby? Can you bring me
something to wear?” She called. “One of those little japanese
schoolgirls outfits. You know the one, the short plaid skirt and the white
button down shirt. And don’t forget the kneesocks! And Sarah needs a pair of
pants, or a skirt.”
“You get the clothes, I’ll
handle the customer.” Marta said. as she walked toward
the door.
Bobby went and got the
outfit Pia wanted off the rack, then took a few
minutes going through clothes, trying to decide what to take Sarah. He finally
decided on a soft white linen blouse and a tight, knee length red skirt. He
grabbed a pair of stockings off the shelf and went back to the storeroom.
“You need to hurry.” He
told Pia, as he handed her the clothes. “We’re starting to get busy.”
Marta was talking to an
older woman as he approached, and he stopped, pretending to look through a rack
as he listened to her.
“No! I think you’d look
great in this!” She was saying. “I usually wear it with a garterbelt, and
seamed stockings. And my fuck me pumps of course!” She laughed, and the woman
laughed with her. “I think your husband...no you don’t want to waste this on
him. Your boyfriend! Now he’s going to take one look at you, and you’ll be on
your back before you know it!”
The woman laughed,
whispering to Marta, and walked with her to the counter. “I’ll have to check
what we have in stock, but if you’d like, I can get your sizes, and we can
deliver them to you. How many did you have in mind?”
Pia came up and started to
say something, but Bobby silenced her, pointing toward the counter. Marta was
still speaking to the woman.
“Now, we have this skirt
in a flat front as well, and on you, a white blouse would look heavenly! That’s
the one you wear with hubby. He’ll be buying you diamonds just to look at you!”
She looked over her shoulder, then pointed as Sarah
came out of the storeroom. “There’s another outfit that you might want to think
about.”
“Robert? Mrs. Martin would
like to order a few outfits. Would you call the downtown store and find out
when they can deliver them? The list is on the counter.”
“Yes,
maam. Right
away.” He said, moving quickly to the counter and picking up the phone.
Marta took the woman by
the arm and led her to the back of the store. “This is Sarah, one of our
models, only the best, don’t you know. Now, she’s wearing another outfit from
our Wan...”
Pia went up to the
counter, listening as Bobby spoke rapidly into the phone. “You heard me.” He
was saying. “Six of the pleated thigh length, two black, two
grey, and one each red and dark blue. Six of the Kinky
wraparound, three royal blue, one each white, grey, and red.” He paused,
then added “Get three of the flat mid thigh in black
ready too. I want all that ready to go out in an hour,
we’re going to deliver it. I’ll let you know where. Good. Thanks.”
“What’s going on?” Pia
asked.
“She
making us a fortune. That’s what’s going on. Oh shit, wait a minute.”
He looked back and saw
Marta waving at him. He handed the pad to Pia and said, “Follow me, and don’t
talk.”
“Robert, I’ve been calling
you.” Marta said with an irritated expression on her face. “Oh Pia, I was
wondering where you were. Turn around dear, I was just telling Mrs. Martin
about this very outfit!”
She put her hands on Pia’s
shoulders and turned her slowly. “Now this outfit is just made for petite girls
like your daughter! It drives the boys wild. Look what this button down does for
her little titties!” She turned her around and pushed down on her back, making
her bend over, the short skirt rising up over her bottom. “Whoops! Look like
Pia forgot her panties...naughty, naughty! Let’s hope Sissy doesn’t do
that...too often!”
She walked away with Mrs.
Martin, both of them laughing.
“She wants six of this
skirt, three in black, three in the red. She also want eight of this blouse,
four white, two black, and one each green and blue satin. I tol..”
“That blouse doesn’t come
in green or blue satin.” Bobby said.
“It does now.” Sarah said.
“Call someone, and get it done. We can tell her they’re on backorder or
something. But we’re going to sell them to her.”
“Yes maam.”
“Robert!” Marta called
from the front of the store. “Why am I always waiting on you? Mrs. Martin has
better things to do than stand around waiting on you all afternoon!”
“That’s quite all right
dear.” Mrs. Martin said as he hurried up to them. She looked him over hungrily.
“Will Robert be delivering for me? I’d like to model some of them, and I wouldn’t
mind knowing what a handsome young man would say...or do, when he saw me in
them.”
“Of
course. But we also have a
stabl...I mean, an equally well equipped staff that can fill all your needs.”
She took her by the elbow, talking quietly as she led her away. She turned and
looked back over her shoulder. “Robert, speak to Sarah
about the rest of Mrs. Martin’s order, and don’t make any plans for this
evening.”
Bobby stared after her as
she led the woman over to the counter. Pia went up, smiling brightly, holding a
pad in front of them as she ran her finger down it. Mrs. Martin nodded, then shook her head, holding up four fingers. Pia nodded,
and started punching numbers into the register.
It took her over a minute
to tally everything up, and she smiled politely at Mrs. Martin as she told her
the total. She nodded and took a credit card out of her purse, and Pia ran it
through the reader. She waited while the tape printed out, then held it out
with a pen, and Mrs. Martin scribbled her signature on it.
Marta took her hands and
led her to the door, exchanging air kisses, then waving as she walked to her
car. She watched as a driver got out and held the door for her, then waved again as the silver Rolls rolled past the shop
slowly.
She locked the door and
leaned against it, then looked over at Pia.
“How much did we get the
old bitch for?” She asked.
Bobby and Sarah had come
up, and all three of them looked at Pia.
“Twenty-nine
thousand dollars!” Pia screamed,
jumping up and down. She came running around the counter, throwing her arms
around Marta. “Oh my god! I love you! I love you!”
Bobby just stood there, a
stunned expression on his face. Marta went over and hugged him, pushing his
face into her tits.
“I told her that you
wouldn’t be able to service her tonight, that you had another commitment.” She
said lightly. “Unless, of course, you’d like to make another
twenty-five grand for fucking her...and her daughter. She wants a
threesome.”
She pushed him away,
holding him by his shoulders at arms length. “Please say no.”
Bobby shook his head, and
she hugged him again. “Good, I told her that I have a mature gentleman with a
knobby walking stick that would fill all their needs for as long as she wanted.
Oh shit! He’s gonna kill me!”
“On! You didn’t! Not
Monty!” Sarah screamed, tears of laughter running down her face.
“Oh yes I did! Serves him
right! Paybacks are bitch, baby!” Marta giggled. “Gimme a minute, I gotta call
him.” She stepped over to the counter, waving them away as she dialed the
phone. “Hello, Monty? It’s Marta. We need to talk hon...”
* * * * *
Sarah and Marta stayed at
the shop for the rest of the afternoon. Apparently, Celia Martin had started
calling all her friends as soon as her car had pulled away from the shop,
because in less than half an hour, the little boutique was packed with middle
aged women. All of them just had to have something from the Wanton Woman
collection, and all of them eyed Robert, the young assistant hungrily.
Marta and Sarah had been
freely offering his services to make a sale, but would suddenly discover that Robert already had a previous commitment, but
offered a substitute from their stable of delivery boys as they called it, with
delivery dates stretching out into the following week. The ploy worked most of
the time, but three women had insisted on personal fittings, and would not take
no for an answer.
Marta pulled Bobby aside
and explained the situation, stressing that it would be good for the business.
Then she told him that the asking price for a personal fitting was fifty
thousand dollars, with a twenty-five thousand dollar minimum purchase.
Robert took his first
client into the storeroom with an arm load of clothes, and in within minutes,
screams of passion were echoing through the store. The other customers politely
ignored the noise, and discreetly looked away as Robert’s first client
staggered up to the register, handed Pia her credit card, and added a ten
thousand dollar tip before she signed.
Sarah announced that due
to circumstances beyond their control, they wouldn’t be able to accommodate any
more personal fittings that day except the ones already scheduled. She also
added that there was a minimum purchase of twenty-five thousand dollars needed
to even request a personal fitting. She told the gathered women that their staff of male fitting clerks were only available on Mondays,
Wednesdays, and Fridays, and that private fitting spaces would be available the
following week.
The women who had already
arranged fittings saw their standing go up among the women present,
and Robert’s second client made a point of being even louder, and more
enthusiastically vocal when her turn in the storeroom came. His third client
stumbled out of the storeroom after only a few minutes, her hand cupped under
her crotch. She threw her credit card on the counter and staggered out the
door. A moment later, her driver came in and signed the charge slip, after
adding a fifty thousand dollar tip.
When they closed the shop
at six, the four of them fell exhausted into the chairs in the shoe department.
“You came in that last one
you little bastard! I told you not to do that!” Marta laughed. “Do you have any
idea what a pint of what you just gave away goes for? Even
with the extra fifty kay she threw on as a tip, we lost money!”
“I couldn’t help it! I
kept seeing you, Sarah, and Pia, and the next thing I know, POW! I’m bustin’ a
nut in her.” Bobby groaned. “God, I can’t believe I fucked that ugly old bitch!
I’m just glad she didn’t want me to eat her out!” He shivered at the thought of
it.
“I need to call
“Well, I think we need to
ask Pia and Bobby what they think of having their boutique turned into an all
male bordello.” She said, looking over at them. “It’s your business, and your
lives. We were just in here having a good time today. You don’t have to follow
through on it if you don’t want to.”
“Not including the,
uh...personal fittings.” Pia said giggled, opening her laptop and bringing up
the days receipts. “Total sales were...” She paused dramatically, making them
all lean forward in their chairs. “Five hundred and
thirty-seven thousand dollars!” She screamed, leaning
back in her chair, kicking her feet in the air happily.
“Holy shit, I didn’t think
we moved that much!” Sarah gasped.
“There’s not that much
stock in the store.” Bobby said quietly. “What did you do Pia?”
“I did what any good
business woman would do! I made the price fit the demand!” She giggled. “And
the more expensive our merchandise got, they more they wanted it! I couldn’t
believe it. I was cutting the tags off and ringing up three,
four, five times what it said, and some of them went and got more! I couldn’t
believe it.”
“Call your friend.” Bobby
told Sarah. “We have until Monday before we have to worry about personal
fittings. If they’re not interested, we still have the weekend to stock this
place with meat.” He leaned back in his chair. “I have to call all our
suppliers, and get them to ramp...”
“What you have to do, is
put a closed for renovations sign in the window, let me and Sarah take you two
kids out to dinner, then back to our place where you can give us a proper thank
you.” Marta said as she stood up and walked over, stopping in front of Bobby.
She pulled him up out of his chair, then pulled Pia up
next to him, giggling at them as she hugged them. “You two are so cute! You’re
like a pair of little dolls! Can I keep you?”
“Only if
we can call you Momma!” Pia
giggled.
* * * * *
The girls stayed in the
clothes they had on, but they made Bobby put on one of the suits he had in the
back. He told them that he was working on a young men’s collection, for next
year, and had made himself a few to wear around to see what kinds of reactions
he got.
Sarah called a car service
and had a limo sent over. She called Brad and told him where her car was parked
as asked him to come get it and take it home for her, and that she’d talk to
him later.
They went to one of the
nicest restaurants in town, and Bobby and Pia were obviously uncomfortable even
before they went in. Marta stopped them, leading them a little ways from the
door, opening a button on Pia’s blouse, and straightening Bobby’s tie,
loosening it a little.
“You belong here.” She
told them. “You just made half a million dollars, and
alot of the people you got it from are sitting in there wearing your clothes.
Count them as we go in. Bobby, if you see any of the women you fucked, wave at
them, and give them a big smile! I bet they come over and hug you.”
“This is your night.”
Sarah said, picking up the pep talk. “Bobby, you’re walking in there with three
beautiful woman that want to be with you. And it’s
going to be obvious to everyone that we’re all going to fuck you when we get
home. Every man in there is going to be jealous of you, and all the women are
going to be thinking about you when they get fucked
tonight.”
She turned to Pia. “Sweet
Pia, you are the hottest little piece of ass this town has seen in a long time.
Every guy in there is gonna think about you every time he jerks off from now
on. And the women are going to hate you. You’re a threat to them, but they’ll
see you with Bobby, and realize that they need you. And they’ll kiss your ass
till it hurts, just to get you to like them.”
Marta smiled at them as
she took their hands in hers. “We can go to McDonald’s, laugh and have a good
time, then go home and have a really good time! Or we can go in there, and let
these people see you for what you are. The next generation of
power players making your way to the stage.”
She looked at them,
waiting for them to answer.
“Let’s go eat dinner Momma
Marta.” Pia grinned.
“Let’s go say hello to our
world!” Bobby said.
* * * * *
“I can’t believe that you
two are twenty-three!” Sarah said as she waved the waiter over and motioned for
a refill on all their glasses. “I can buy that you’re twins, but you look like
little kids!”
“I know. It’s not so bad
for Pia.” Bobby said, as he looked around the room, just letting his eyes move.
It looked like he was looking at Marta, across the table from him. “People don’t
take me seriously, that’s why we started the first shop, so we could get my
clothes out. We’ve been doing pretty well lately too.”
“Pia,
turn a little to your left, sweetie.” Marta said, keeping her voice low. “A little more.
That’s good. Now laugh and spread your legs, and leave them open.”
“He’s looking.” Sarah
said.
“I know,
I’m watching him in my make-up mirror, and the wine holder.” Marta said. She
looked over at Pia. “Babydoll, two tables back, and one row over there’s a man
in a dark grey suit. Do you see him?”
Pia nodded, laughing as
she turned and looked at Sarah.
Marta smiled, thinking
that the girl was a natural at this game. “I want you to look up at him, keep
it shy, give him an innocent little girl look, and spread your legs wider. Rock
them open and closed, tease him a little.”
Pia took a bite of her
pasta, smiling shyly and looking across the room, barely looking up from her
plate. Her target knew that she was looking at him, and he smiled and nodded,
tipping his wine glass toward her slightly. She slouched a little lower in her
chair as her legs opened wider, and his face colored as his smile turned into a
predatory smirk.
“What are we doing?” Bobby
asked as he cut a bite off his steak. His eyes swept the room, and he leaned
back and laughed, leaning over to whisper in Marta’s ear. “Why are you having her flash some guy? Are you trying to get us
thrown out?”
“Not at
all. We’re making connections.”
She laughed, taking a sip of her wine. Then she said quietly, “See the woman
three tables over, one row behind Pia?”
“I see that, But I don’t understand why you think Moreland is a better
location. I liked the Grant site. It would get more traffic.”
“Good boy.” She laughed,
tousling his hair. “The waiter is going to the table next to them. Get up, and
go ask him where the restrooms are. Stand facing her, and put your dick right
in her face. Go ahead, you’re on.”
Bobby stood up, and walked
casually across the room. He stopped the waiter, leaning close to speak quietly
in his ear. He was standing next to an older woman sitting with a much younger
man. The man was talking animatedly to the people across from him, and didn’t
notice that his partner was eyeing the young man standing in the aisle.
Booby made it a point to
walk passed her as he moved away, and she let her fingers drag across his leg,
smiling up at him. Bobby smiled warmly at her, nodding as he went to the back
of the restaurant.
“Think that’s enough for
tonight?” Marta asked Sarah. “Or do we want to see who else we can reel in?”
“We just landed two big
ones.” Sarah laughed, breaking open a roll and handing half to Pia. “Let’s just
enjoy the rest of our dinner and see what they do.”
“She’s moving.” Marta
said. “And she’s not wasting any time either. Damn, I wish I could have tal...Oh you beautiful boy.” She whispered as she watched
Bobby come out of the men’s room, stopping to talk to the woman, taking her arm
and moving her out of sight. “I think he’s done this before. He’s working her
like a prize marlin that he wants stuffed and mounted.” She laughed as she
looked over at Sarah. “Except that she just wants to be mounted and stuffed!”
“Who’s the old perv that’s
looking at my pussy?” Pia said lightly, smiling as she clinked
her glass with Marta’s. “I think he can see that I’m getting wet. Can I play
with him, Momma Marta? Please?”
“Go for it, sweet Pia.
That’s the mayor’s chief of staff. Can you tell that he likes ‘em young? If he
comes over, or tries to talk to you, tell him you’re almost fifteen.”
Marta laughed, looking up
as Bobby came back to the table and sat down. She smiled as she hugged him,
kissing his cheek lightly, then was blatantly obvious
about putting her hand in his lap.
“You did wonderfully,
Robert. I’m so proud of you!” Marta laughed as she stroked his cock lightly. “You’re
hard already! That must be why all those women are staring at you like a guppy
in a piranha tank!”
“She wanted me to fuck her
in the bathroom.” Bobby laughed, turning her face toward him and kissing her
lightly. She smiled and returned the kiss, letting her tongue brush across his
lips before pushing him away.
She glanced over at the
woman he had spoken to at the rest rooms, and the woman raised her glass, nodding
at her.
Their waiter came over
with a large bottle of champagne in a stand.
“I don’t think we...” Sarah said, looking up at him.
“A gift,
madam. For the
young lady.” He said, smiling down at Pia, his eyes flicking between her
legs. He opened the bottle and poured for them, and discreetly slid a note
across the table, leaving it under Pia’s glass.
“Thank you! I love
champagne!” Pia gushed, jumping up and down happily in her seat. Her tiny
titties jiggled, and her nipples poked out sharply against her tight shirt.
Every male eye in the room was on her, and more than a few were rewarded with
kicks, or pokes from their wives and dates. “Who’s it from?”
“I’m sorry. I wouldn’t
know, miss.” He said, holding his arm down so the towel hanging from it covered
his crotch. “An admirer I would assume. There appear to be many. I’ve had quite
a few questions about all of you. You seem to have made an impression.”
“Is that so?” Sarah said
lightly. “What kind of impression do you think we made?”
“Enough
of one that our guests are competing to cover your dinner this evening.” He said with a smile. “And the manager has asked me
to tell you that if you call ahead next time, he’ll ensure that you get a much
better table.”
“Thank him for us, and
tell him that we’ll do that.” Marta said as she moved her hand over toward him,
the edge of a bill peeking out. “And we’d like to thank you too...”
“Phillip,
madam.” He said, stepping back
from the table. “It’s been my pleasure serving you this evening. Please, call
me when you’re ready for more wine.”
“Thank you, Phillip.”
Marta said, looking at his crotch, then smiling up at
him. She lifted her eyebrows slightly as she said, “We’re starting a new
business, Phillip, a fashion house. We’re looking for young men that fit a
certain...standard, to fill the needs of our clients. They have to measure up,
if you know what I mean.”
“I believe I do, madam.”
Phillip said, raising his hand to brush away an imaginary bit of lint from his
shirt. All three women’s eyes focused on his crotch, then
returned to his face when he lowered the towel.
“I think you have just
what we’re looking for, Phillip.” Marta said lightly, licking her lips. “Pia,
Sarah, what do you think?”
“I think he’d fit in
nicely, Momma Marta.” Pia giggled. “And he’s so handsome!”
“I don’t know.” Sarah
said, looking at him steadily. “I think we’ll need to see how well he stands up
during the audition. But I can think of several openings he’d fill quite well.
Finding just the right position for him will be the tricky part.”
Bobby handed him a
business card, smiling at him. “Give me a call tomorrow, and we’ll arrange an
interview. This is a daytime position, so you’ll have your evenings free,
unless you’d be interested in doing special deliveries occasionally.”
“Thank you, sir.” The
waiter said. “I’ll call you, and we can talk about it.” He handed Marta an
envelope. “For the young gentleman, madam. I’ve been
collecting them all evening.” He stepped away from the table, going back toward
the kitchen.
Marta looked in the
envelope. It was stuffed with slips of paper and business cards. She slid it
over to Bobby, and he put it in his coat pocket without looking at it. He
leaned over and kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear as his hand brushed
over her breast.
“Robert! Can’t you wait
till we get home, you naughty boy?” She laughed, raising her voice as she
pushed his hand away. “Honestly! Sometimes it seems like all you think about is
sex!”
Sarah leaned over and
buttoned the button that Pia had just opened on her blouse. “You don’t have
enough cleavage for that baby, spill some wine on your blouse, so those pretty
nipples of yours show. Then we’ll walk you by his table when we take you to the
rest room.”
Pia picked up her
champagne glass, and Sarah turned, bumping her arm. It looked like an accident
when Pia emptied her glass down the front of her blouse. The thin material
turned almost transparent, and Pia’s little lemon drop titties, capped by
small, stiff, cherry red nipples showed through clearly.
“Oh! I’m so sorry baby!”
Sarah cried, getting to her feet. She helped Pia up, taking her arm as she led
her across the room. “We need to see if we can get you cleaned up. Oh god! I am
so clumsy sometimes!”
They stopped next to the
mayor’s chief of staff’s table, and Sarah looked around as she brushed at the
front of Pia’s blouse, her fingers caressing her nipples. “I don’t
think...excuse me sir. Can you tell me which way...”
The man pointed the other
direction, never taking his eyes of Pia’s pretty little tits. He moved his
napkin into his lap, but both Pia and Sarah had seen the hard-on stretching
down the leg of his pants.
Pia looked at him, running
the tip of her tongue over her lips, then looked back
over her shoulder at him as Sarah led her back across the restaurant by the
longest route she could find.
“You’re going to explain
all this later, right?” Bobby said as he watched Sarah weave Pia through the
tables, showing her off to as many men as she could.
“The perv Pia has been
teasing is the most powerful man in town. He already owes me, but now we have
his attention, because we have something that he wants.” Marta said lightly,
sipping her champagne, then refilling their glasses. “He
doesn’t want to be mayor, because he likes to work behind the scenes. It would
be nice to have him in our pocket.”
“And
her?” He asked, smiling at the
woman he spoken to at the rest room. “What’s her story?”
“She’s the chief of police’s
wife. The guy with her is her nephew. He’s not going to last much longer. He’s
getting too old for her. I’m surprised he’s lasted as long as he has.”
She looked at him as she clinked glasses with him. “Now do you understand? About
making connections, I mean?”
“So I should have done her
when I had the chance.” He said, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, didn...”
“God no! Making her wait is the best thing you could have
done.” Marta told him. “Making her wait will make her hungry for you. You don’t
have to fuck her if you don’t want to. But from what I’ve heard, she’s a wild
ride, kinda kinky, and she loves the young ones.”
“Would you excuse me for a
minute.” He said as he stood up. He looked over at the
woman and smiled, then nodded to the rest rooms. He walked away, and a moment
later, she got up and followed him. Several women stopped him as he made his
way to the back of the room, and she got to the rest rooms before him.
Marta sat looking around
the room, and felt a touch on her shoulder. She turned, smiling when she saw
the mayor’s chief standing next to her.
“Bill Harris! It’s nice to
see you again.” She said, waving him into an empty chair. “I didn’t know you
were here! I would have come over and said hello if I had!”
“Bullshit Marta. You knew,
and you’ve been having that little minx tease me all night!” He grinned. “Thanks
for that by the way. Who is she? An more importantly,
how old is she?”
“She’s my niece, Pia. She staying with me now. She’ll be fifteen in a few weeks.”
Marta said, leaning closer. “And I did no such thing. She spotted you herself,
and won’t stop talking about how handsome you are. She said you remind her of
her daddy.”
“Is she really?” He said
lightly. “You know, I’ve been meaning to call you. I heard you were looking at
a shopping center on the north side. I think I might be able to help with that.”
“That would be nice of you
Bill. I’m thinking about buying another one too, for Pia and her brother,
Robert. He’s a fashion designer, and we’re going to be bringing his new line
out, launching from there if I can get it at a decent price.” She told him in a
conspiratorial whisper. “I think Pia would want to show her gratitude, if you
could actually do anything that is.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary.
Let me see what I can do.” He said as he stood up. “We’re leaving, but you have
my number, right? Call me Monday, and we’ll talk.”
“Oh, I definitely have
your number, Bill!” Marta laughed. “If you don’t hear from me, drop by the
house Tuesday. I’m going to be in and out, but Pia will be home all day. She
doesn’t know anyone in town yet, and I’m sure she’d love the company.”
“I might do that.” He
said, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. He was also breathing hard
as he looked down at her. “Let’s plan on that. I’d like to see your new house
too.”
“That sounds like fun,
Bill.” Marta laughed. “I’ll talk to Pia, and tell her to keep you entertained
if I’m not home when you get there. I think I’ll be out most of the morning.”
“I’ll have to check my
schedule. But let’s do dinner soon, I’d like to meet
this young designer too!” He walked away, joining his party as they headed for
the door.
Sarah and Pia came back to
the table a moment later. Pia was wearing a waiter’s jacket, but on her, it
came down to her knees. She had the button buttoned, but the wide opening let
the insides of her tiny titties show. When she sat down, it ballooned
open, and her titties were on display for all to see.
Sarah made her stand up, then smoothed the jacket under her so she was sitting on it.
She looked over at Marta.
“She did that on purpose.
I told her to sit on it, but nooooooo!” She laughed. She looked toward the
door. “Was that...”
“Yeah. He came over as soon as he saw me sitting alone.”
Marta laughed, reaching over and filling her glass again. “It went a lot better
than just a phone call would have done too.” She looked over at Pia. “you have a date Tuesday, unofficial, of course. From the get
your ass over here and fuck me looks you’ve been giving him, I take it that won’t
be a problem?”
Pia grinned. “I want to
fuck him Momma Marta. I got so hot teasing him! Now I want to do it some more!”
Susan looked back over her
shoulder, then back at Marta.
“Did you know that Bobby
is...”
Marta nodded. “His idea. I told him the who and
why, and he gave her a look and I haven’t seen them since.
“He’s dry humping her in
the cloak room.” Susan said, looking
back over her shoulder again. “I hope to god he doesn’t leave with her. She was
begging him to fuck her. He was standing up, when I first saw them. I think he...”
“Here he comes now.” Marta
said as she watched him come over to the table.
“Can we go home now?”
Bobby asked quietly, taking Marta’s hand and pulling her to her feet. “I really
need to get out of here.”
“Why, honey? What’s wrong?”
She asked, looking at him closely.
“Nothing’s wrong, but if I
don’t fuck somebody soon, I’m gonna cum in my fucking pants!” He said as he
waited for them to get up, then started pulling Marta
toward the door.
“We can’t have that now,
can we?” Marta laughed as she followed him.
* * * * *
“Come’re ya big stud!”
Marta laughed as the limo pulled away from the restaurant. She knelt on the
floor in front of him, and pushed him back on the seat, her hands working at
his belt and the zipper on his pants. “I’ve been hearing all about this big ol’
cock of yours, and now I wanna see what all the fuss is about!”
Pulling his pants open,
she jerked them down over his hips and pushed them down around his knees. His
cock sprang up, smacking her under the chin, then
continuing up to slap against his stomach.
“Fuck me!” Sarah gasped as
she caught sight of it.
“Huh uh,
girlfriend! Me first, I did all
the work getting it out!” Marta laughed as she wrapped both hands around his
thick pink cockshaft. His cock was every bit as big as Monty’s, fifteen inches
of throbbing pink meat, but perfectly formed in every way. The knob was the
size of a small apple, and the shaft thickened in the middle before tapering
down at the base. “Oh yeah, you got a beauty, don’t you Robert? I can see why
those bitches you banged earlier were screaming!”
Pumping her hands up and
down over the length of his meaty shaft, she looked back over her shoulder. “Sweet Pia, would you lick Momma’s pussy and get me nice and wet
while I suck on your brother’s cock? I need to get it wet too!”
Pia giggled as she got
down on the floor, dropping onto her back so she could get her head between
Marta’s leg. “You’re not wearing panties, Momma Marta!”
She squealed. “You’re a bad girl, just like me, aren’t you?”
“You bet your sweet little
ass she is Sweet Pia!” Sarah laughed as she poured a glass of champagne, then moved over onto the seat next to Bobby. “Relax!” She
said as Marta looked up at her. “I’m just going to watch!”
“He’s uncut. Look at the
foreskin on this fucking thing!” Marta panted as she stared at his cock in awe.
She looked up at him, a pleading look in her eyes. “Tell me you want me to suck
this big beautiful dick Robert. I want to know that you want me as bad as I
want you right now!”
“Suck it, Momma Marta! But
just get it wet!” Bobby grunted as he pushed his cock up at her. “But be
careful! I want to feel it in your pussy! Oh god! Don’t make me wait! I may cum
if you keep jerking on it like that!”
Marta moaned as she
dropped her head into his lap, her mouth opening as she drooled all over the
swollen pink knob of his cock, She rubbed her spit into his cockhead, then
pressed her lips to it, her tongue lashing all around as she opened her mouth
as wide as she could and sucked it into her mouth.”
Bobby grunted, his hands
dropping onto her head, holding her in place. “Oh fuck! Don’t move!
Shit...I...oh god! Please don’t move! I’m going to cum if you do!”
Marta froze, keeping her
head still as his cock throbbed and pulsed in her mouth. She pulled off him
gently, drooling onto his cock again, rubbing her thick saliva into the thick
shaft with her fingers.
“Don’t cum, Robert. You
can hold it, baby. Oh yeah, just a little longer, you can do it.” She whispered
as she stared at his twitching prickhead. Her hands moved lightly over his
enormous cockstalk, smearing her spit all over it. “Fuck it, that’s good
enough.” She grunted as she climbed up on the seat, lifting her skirt out of
the way.
Reaching down between her
legs, she got one hand around his huge cockstalk as she held onto his shoulder
with the other. She tried to line his cock up with her sopping wet cunt slit,
but she couldn’t get high enough over him in the position she was in.
“Raise up, Momma Marta!
Let me do it!” Pia said from behind her as she lifted her skirt and put her
hand around her brother’s dick, just under the flaring rim of the crown.
Spreading the puffy pink lips of her pussy with her other hand,
she lifted her a little and pushed the tip of his cock into her creaming cunt
hole.
“Push down, Momma Marta,
but go slow.” Pia panted as she watched Bobby’s cock spreading Marta’s
pussylips apart.
“She can take it. Can’t
you baby?” Sarah said as she moved over next to her. “That’s right, push down
on it, you can do it.” She glanced down at Bobby, then
leaned closer to him. “Go ahead and cum Bobby. Shoot your hot cum up Momma
Marta’s tight little pussy. Then you can stick it in and fuck her really good. Do it, baby. It’s okay, she wants you to cum.”
Marta threw her head back,
groaning as the fat knob punched through the tight ring of muscle at the mouth
of her pussy. She whimpered as she leaned into him, her hips pressing down,
taking in more of the thick, rippling shaft.
“Oh god!” Bobby grunted, his hips
arching up at her as his hands came down on her hips, pulling her down at him.
Eight inches of twitching cock meat drove up inside her as his cock started
blasting heavy jets of jizz into her tight, sucking pussy.
“Oh
yeah! Do it Bobby!” Marta grunted
in his ear as she started pound her ass up and down onto his spunk spitting
cockshaft. “Cum in me! Fuck me, baby! Do it hard! I
want it! Oh god, your fucking cock feels so good in my pussy! Fuck me, Bobby!
Empty your balls in me!”
Bobby jerked and writhed
under her, her clasping cunt channel sucking madly around his throbbing shaft.
Panting harshly, he pounded his cock up into her hotly sucking pussy, meeting
her stroke for stroke as she wriggled and humped on top of him.
“Holy
shit, Momma Marta!” Pia moaned, staring wide eyed between their legs. “You’re doing it!
You got almost all of him in you already! How...I can’t do that! And I fuck him
all the time.”
Marta had her arms wrapped
around Bobby’s neck, sobbing as she pussy spasmed and sucked frantically around
his cumming cockshaft. She had stopped trying to move, and was just letting
Bobby do whatever he wanted. The sensations flooding
through her were driving her mad with pleasure, and she held onto him, gasping
as her tears soaked his jacket.
Bobby moved his hands up
off her hips, holding her tightly as he kept his cock buried deep in her
sucking, spasming pussy tunnel. The flexing, fluttering movements of her inner
cunt muscles milking his throbbing prickshaft were more than enough to keep the cum rushing up out of his balls. He rocked her gently,
whispering to her as he caressed her.
Pia looked up at Sarah, then climbed up onto the seat with her. She slid into her
lap, and they watch together as Bobby and Marta shuddered and jerked in front
of them.
“Wow.” Sarah whispered. “I
thought he’d last longer than that.”
“Sh...shut
up, Sa...Sarah.” Marta whimpered, turning her head to look at her. “He lasted
pl...plenty long eno...enough.”
“He’ll get hard again
really fast, Momma Sarah.” Pia giggled, squirming in her lap. “You’ll see. He’ll
be nice and hard again by the time we get home! And if he isn’t, I know just
how to get him hard for you!”
* * * * *
“You have to relax, Momma
Sarah! Your pussy is really wet, but if you don’t relax, you’re never going to
be able to get his dick in you.” Pia said as she stroked her fingers in and out
of Sarah’s pussy. She had three fingers in her, but every time she tried to put
her little finger in, Sarah’s pussy squeezed around them, and she couldn’t get
them in.
“Oh god! I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Pia!” Sarah
groaned. She looked down at the girl as she knelt between her legs. “Brad’s
cock is thicker than Bobby’s, and it’s a lot thicker than your fingers, and I
can take it no problem.” She reached down, pulling Pia up next to her.
“You’re just nervous.” Pia
said softly. “It just looks so big. I know, it scares me sometimes, and I fuck
him all the time.” She looked up at Sarah, a big grin on her face. “I know what
we can do! You can watch him fuck me, then you’ll be
able to relax enough so you can do it!”
“I have a better idea.”
Marta said as she came into the room with Bobby. She led him over to the bed, then slid up next to Sarah.
“You’re not scared or
nervous, baby.” She whispered as she moved up behind her, spreading her legs
around her and pulling her up to lay on her as she leaned back against the
headboard. “I’m here, baby. That’s what you need, isn’t it. You want me to fuck
him with you, like you did for me.”
She looked down at Pia,
smiling at her. “Try again, honey. I bet you can get your whole hand in my
girlfriend’s tight little pussy now. Go ahead.” She looked over at Bobby. “Get
ready big boy. I want you to fuck my beautiful Sarah just like you did me.”
Pia knelt between Sarah’s
legs again, spreading her pussylips with her fingers, then spitting right into
her juice slickened pussy hole. Folding her thumb across her palm, she wrapped
her hand into a tight tube and pressed her fingertips into the tight opening,
twisting them back and forth as she pushed them in slowly.
“Oh shit! You’re right,
Momma Marta! She doing it!” Pia panted as her fist
slid slowly into Sarah’s sopping wet cunt chute. She had to push harder when
the widest part of her hand pressed against the tight ring at the opening of
her pussy, but it slipped in as she twisted and pushed on it. “Wow! You did it,
Momma Sarah!” She whispered as she stroked her hand in and out of her pussy
slowly.
“Pull it out and get out
of the way, Pia.” Bobby said, leaning over her shoulder, watching as she fucked
her fist in and out of Sarah’s pussy.
Pia looked over her
shoulder at him, then looked down at his stone hard
cock. She dropped her free hand onto his meaty cockshaft, running her fingers
slowly up and down over the length of his humongous cock. Pulling her hand back
slowly, she twisted it back and forth, grinning when it popped out with a loud
slurping noise.
“Let me put it in for you.”
She said as she moved off to the side, never releasing her grip on his cock.
“No.” He said as he moved
up between Sarah’s legs. He reached up and took her hand, pulling it down and
putting it on his cock. “I want Momma Sarah to do it.” He said as he looked at
her. “Touch it Momma. Feel how hot and hard it is? It’s going to feel so good
in your pussy, I promise. Put me in you. I really want to feel your pussy on my
cock.”
“Do it, Sarah. Put his big
cock in your tight little pussy and let him fuck us.” Marta whispered. “Just
like we let Brad fuck us, remember? Mmmmmmmm, I bet it’s going to be just as
good. Look at him baby. Isn’t he beautiful? He’s so precious, and all he wants
to do is make you happy.”
Sarah stared down between
her legs at the enormous cockshaft twitching between Bobby’s legs. She pulled
him closer, running her hand slowly over the length of his cock, then moved her
other hand down as she ran the glistening purple knob of his cock up and down
her drooling pussy slit.
Bobby pushed his cock
forward as she centered the leaking tip on the tight hole of her pussy. He
stopped when her saw her grimace, but she pulled on his cock, urging him to
continue.
“Do it!” She grunted,
gritting her teeth. “It’s going to hurt no matter how you do it, so quit
fucking around and just stick it in!” She looked up at Marta over her shoulder,
then back at Bobby, her eyes locking with his. “Now!”
She said as she hunched her ass down at him.
Bobby pushed, and his
thick cockhead plowed through the tight opening of her cunt hole.
“Oh my
fucking god!” Sarah screamed, her
body jerking, then arching up off the bed. She wrapped her legs around his
hips, pulling him deeper, her head rocking back and forth as she spasmed and
twitched under the assault of his oversized cock. “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare
stop, Bobby!” She groaned.
“Shhhhhh, it’s in honey.”
Marta whispered, cupping her big, fleshy titties and squeezing her nipples
between her fingers. “It just gets better from here. Lay back and relax, let
him fuck you till...”
“Goddamn, Marta! Did you
have to make it look so fucking easy?” Sarah whimpered. “It feels like he’s
trying to shove a whole fucking baby back in me! Jezzus aitch keerist! It didn’t
hurt this much when Bradley was born!”
“Yeah, but you were on
drugs for that.” Marta laughed in her ear. “And our strap-on is bigger around
than his cock is, so is Brad. Close your eyes, don’t
look at it. You’re just freeking yourself out. Relax baby, relax and enjoy it.”
Sarah closed her eyes, and
in moments the pain began to ease, and it actually started to feel good. Bobby
was rocking his hips slowly back and forth, just working the huge head around
inside her. He raised up to push it in deeper, but Pia
stopped him.
“Not
yet, Bobby. Let me do something.”
She said as she wrapped her hand around the top third of his cock, then laid her other hand on Sarah’s tummy. Moving her hand
till her palm rested on her pubes, she let her thumb slide down and stroke
across the stiff nubbin of her clit. She started jerking on Bobby’s cock with
long, lazy strokes,
“No, you two need to get out
of here.” Bobby said, looking at his sister and Marta. “I’m not kidding, I want to be alone with Momma Sarah. Now come on,
go. Both of you.”
Marta tightened her grip
Sarah’s tits as she started to object, but Sarah turned and looked at her over
her shoulder.
“Please, Marta, just go.”
She whimpered as her wide stretched pussy fluttered and spasmed around Bobby
fat cockhead.
“Come on Momma Marta.” Pia
said as she hopped off the bed and came around, holding her hand out to her. “You
can take me home so I can get some clothes for me and Bobby. And I don’t want
to leave Wilbur all by himself all night, he’ll be scared.”
Marta slid out from behind
Sarah, then leaned down and kissed her, letting her tongue slip into her mouth
then pulling back quickly. She smiled as she took Pia’s hand.
“I love you Sarah. Have
fun. We’ll be back soon.”
“We can get dressed
downstairs, Momma Marta.” Pia said as she led her toward the door. “But before
we go, do you have a gun?”
Sarah laughed as Marta
pulled the door closed behind her, then held her arms up, wrapping them around
Bobby as he laid out on her. “Why does she need a gun, Bobby?”
Bobby laughed as he slid
his arms under her and moved her across the bed in a series of small hops. “It’s
nothing, Pia just gets scared sometimes. and I’ve got
the only gun you need to worry about right here.” He said as he dipped his hips
down then pulled back quickly.
Sarah gasped, hugging him
tighter to him. “Oh god, do that again! That felt good!”
“You liked that, huh?” He
laughed, giving her another little taste of his cock, then
pulling back quickly. “Tell me how this feels.” He said as he raised his hips,
moving them in slow circles, then eased half his cock into her slowly,
corkscrewing his hips the whole time.
“Oh! Oh m...Oh god, Bobby,
what ar....” She gasped, arching her pussy up at him as he started stroking it
in and out slowly.
“I’m fucking you, and you’re
taking half my cock already.” He panted, picking up his pace. “It doesn’t hurt
now, does it, Momma Sarah.”
“N...no! Oh shit, Bobby! If feels really good now baby!” She
panted, bringing her legs up around him, squeezing his hips between her knees
and pulling him into her.
“Don’t do that, Momma. Let
me fuck you. Just let me ride you.” He said as he pulled his cock out till just
the thick prickknob stretched her cunt mouth. He started pumping into her with
short, stabbing strokes, moving his hips in an underslung motion that forced
the head of his cock to rub over the roof of her pussy sleeve.
Sarah groaned as his
cockknob ground over her G-spot, and a flood of pussy juice drooled down around
his cockshaft, making him slide easily into her as he fed her more of his
throbbing prick meat.
Bobby pressed forward, his
long, thick cock drilling into her quivering cunt channel in one long plunge,
and Sarah shuddered, her body jerking and writhing under him as she started to
cum.
“Oh god,
Bobby!” Sarah cried out, as her
orgasm swelled over her. “Jezzus! What are you doing
to meeeeeee?”
“I’m fucking you, Momma
Sarah! Just like you wanted.” He panted as he humped
his cock in and out faster. “Is it as good as you expected? Does it feel good
now?”
Bobby got up on his elbows
as he started working his ass up and down, fucking her steadily, driving his
cock deeper into her. The fat knob beat at the gnarled knot of her cervix as he
fucked into her, and he pushed harder, forcing it to one side as he stroked
into her faster
Sarah’s eyes rolled up in
her head as she came nonstop on his plunging prick meat, and she rocked his
cunt mound up at him as she hooked her heels under his asscheeks, jerking him
into her as he fucked her.
“Fu...fuck me, Bobby! Oh
god! It feels so good now!” she groaned as she writhed under him. “Faster now, baby! Fuck me faster! Oh fuck, Bobby! I ca...can’t stop cumming!”
“Cum on
my cock, Momma Sarah!” He grunted
as he began fucking her faster, pulling back till just the top half of his cock
was stroking in and out of her. “I love the way your hot little cunt sucks my
cock! God, you’re so fucking tight! You’re tighter than Pia!”
Spreading his knees wider,
he worked his hips up and down, slinging his cock into her sopping wet cunt
hole faster as he changed the angle of his strokes. His cock scraped against
the top of her cunt chute, then dragged slowly back along one side.
He laid out on her again
as he forced more of him pulsing prick meat into her, stopping when her felt
the spasming knob kissing the fluttering ring of her cervix again.
“Suck my cock, Momma
Sarah. Suck me off with your hot little pussy.” He groaned as he moved his ass
in slow circles, keeping his cock deep inside her, teasing her as his cock
caressed her inner cunt walls.
Sarah’s eyes shot open, then she grinned up at him as she pulled him down on top of
her. She flexed her cunt muscles, making them ripple and suck around his
stabbing cockshaft, then started writhing slowly under him.
“Are you sure you want me
to suck you off with my juicy little pussy, baby?” She panted as she squeezed
her inner pussy muscles rhythmically, massaging his cockshaft, making it twitch
and jerk inside her. “Or would you like to fuck my big titties, and shoot all
your hot cum in my mouth, and all over my face?” She squirmed under him,
milking him steadily with her churning cunt channel, making it flutter and
ripple around his spasming cock.
“Oh god.” he groaned, his
hips starting to move as he felt his balls tightening up. “I...I...”
“Get off me, Bobby!” She
grunted, pushing on his chest as she wriggled out from under him. She slid up
higher on the bed, pulling a stack of pillow behind her, then
cupping her big fluffy tits, offering them to him. “Come up here! Get up on me
and put that big fucking cock between my tits! You’re gonna cum, and I want you
to do it all over my fucking face!”
Bobby pulled his cock from
Sarah’s tight, sucking pussy, making her groan at the loss, then scrambled up
over her, sliding his ass over her tummy as he flopped his rock hard prickshaft
between her tits.
Sarah giggled as she pressed
her tits around his throbbing cock meat, squeezing them tight against his
enormous cockshaft, forming a soft, fleshy tunnel as she stared at the fat,
flaring knob.
“Closer! Come closer!” She
panted as he started stroking his cock back and forth between her tits. “I want
to suck your beautiful cock while you fuck my titties, Bobby!”
Bobby jerked, throwing
back his head, bellowing as his ass shot forward, and his cock rippled between
her tits. His cockhead swelled obscenely, the piss slit winking, then spat a huge wad of spunk at her face.
“Closer, Bobby! Get
clos...mmmmppppllllhhhh!” She begged as his hot jizz splattered across her
face. Grabbing his hips, she jerked him forward, opening her mouth as another
burst of creamy cock milk erupted from his piss hole.
Another jet of jizz
skimmed across her tongue, splashing onto her tonsils, then clogged her throat,
making her cough and choke. She swallowed frantically, clearing her throat, her
mouth opened wide for the next blast.
Bobby hunched forward, and
his fat cockhead bulled between her lips, filling her mouth with its tremendous
bulk. His cock spasmed, and a sizzling slug of cock
snot blasted into her mouth, filling it to overflowing. Thick stings of jism
poured from her lips around his cumming cockshaft as he fucked his huge cock
between her spongy tit mounds, punching his spunk spitting prickknob in and out
between her lips
Sarah gagged, choking and
sputtering as his pulsing piss slit blasted boiling ball juice into her mouth,
almost drowning her with the ferocious flow. Pulling harder on his asscheeks,
she leaned up, sucking on his cockhead like a vacuum cleaner run amok, her
tongue slapping and slashing his quivering cockknob wildly.
Bobby humped frantically
between her tits, leaning down and grabbing onto the headboard to keep from
falling. His hips jerked back and his twitching prickknob pulled from between
her lips as he fired of another blast of ball juice, spraying hot cum across
her chin, cheeks and nose.
Sarah laughed as she
grabbed his cockshaft, jerking him off onto her face, rubbing his jizz dripping
cockhead into her face, moving it from side to side as he spat more hot spunk
onto her.
“Fucking
shit, Bobby!” She giggled as she
tried to get his cock back in her mouth. “Where is it all coming from! I’ve never seen anyone cum like this before!”
Bobby groaned, his eyes
rolling up in his head as his body jerked and spasmed, then
fell off of her, tumbling onto the bed. Sarah rolled over on her tummy,
following him, her hands grabbing his cock, pumping on it roughly as she stared
in awe at it.
“Oh no you don’t you
little bastard!” She gurgled, sticky strings of jizz dripping
from her face and hair. “I’m not letting you get away that easy. Give it
to me! I want it all! Empty those huge fucking balls! Come on, give it to me!”
Her hands flew up and down
his throbbing cockstalk, and Bobby whimpered as he sprayed more cum up out of
his piss hole. Sarah jerked on his cock almost maniacally, getting up on her
knees between his legs, staring at his cock as it spurted and spat out sticky
globs of jizz. Hot cum rained down on him, and across
the bed as she pounded on his cock, cackling like a crazy woman.
Bobby rocked and writhed
under her manual assault, his balls pulling up tight under his heaving
cockstalk, the flow of cum finally slowing to a trickle.
“Oh my
god, Bobby! That was incredible!”
Sarah panted as she looked at all the cum covering his
cock, his small body, and the bed. “I’ve never seen anything like that! Do you
always cum like that?”
Ar...are
you fu...fucking ki...kidding me?” He panted, pushing her hands off his cock.
He rolled onto his side, curling up in a ball, cradling his balls in his hands.
“It felt like you were trying to pull my balls up through my fucking cock,
Momma Marta! Jezzus! It’s never been like that!”
“Fuckin-a, baby!” Sarah
laughed, falling back on the bed next to him. “I’m glad could make you cum like
you did me! Too kewl!”
* * * * *
“Are you kidding me” Marta
said as she looked up and down the street. Pia was trying to get the door open,
but couldn’t get her key in the lock because her hands were shaking so badly.
Sirens wailed on the next street over, and a police car cruised slowly down the
street, shining a light into the trash filled yards.
“Oh god, they’re gonna see
us.” She whispered as she tried again to get the key in the lock.
“Here, let me sweetie.”
Marta said, taking the key from her and opening the door.
Pia scrambled inside,
grabbing Marta arm’s, pulling her in and slamming the door behind them. She
threw half a dozen locks, then pulled a heavy metal
bar across the door. Turning on the lights, she crept from room to room with a
brick in her hand, looking for intruders.
“Why would you be scared
the cops would see us Pia?” Marta asked as she looked around the room.
The house was spotless.
There wasn’t much furniture, but what there was had been cleaned and mended
neatly. There wasn’t a television, just a small stereo and rows of books on a
shelf under the window. Marta wandered from room to room, looking around as Pia
gathered up clothes, stuffing them quickly into bags.
“I’m not afraid of the
police, Momma Marta.” She said as she threw a bag out into the hall, then started filling another one. “If the bad people know
that Bobby isn’t here, they’ll come hurt us! We have to get out of here as fast
as we can!”
Marta started opening
drawers, stunned that most of them were empty. “Where are all your things, Pia?
Don’t you have any clothes here?”
“Oh god,
no! I keep anything I really want
to keep at the store.” She said as she threw the bag out into the hall. “We’ve
been robbed four times, so I quit buying new stuff. Now I just wear clothes
from the store.” She took Marta’s hand and pulled her from the room. “Let’s go
get Bobby’s stuff. We can fit that in one bag. And I still have to look for
Wilbur.”
She went into another room
and started stuffing clothes from the closet into a duffel bag, then moved to
the dresser, stuffing more clothes in on top.
Marta saw movement under a
towel on the floor and stepped back, bumping into Pia, making her squeal.
“Sweet Pia, please tell me
that’s not a rat over there.” She said softly.
Pia went over and lifted
the towel, her face lighting up when a small orange kitten looked up and meowed
at her. She picked him up, hugging it tightly, beaming at Marta.
“Oh god! I’m so glad you’re okay Wilbur! I was so scared!”
She looked at Marta. “We’ve got enough for now. Bobby can come back tomorrow
and get the rest. If anything is left, that is.”
She picked up the duffle
bag she had filled and threw it over her shoulder. She picked up the bags from
the hall and went out to the front door.
“Give me some of that,
honey.” Marta said. “You can’t carry all that and your cat too.”
“No, you have to lock the
door. And have your car keys in your hand so we can go fast.” Pia said, tossing
her the housekey and putting her hand on the doorknob. “Ready?”
Marta just nodded.
Pia jerked the door open
and stepped out, then stopped, gasping. Marta looked over her, then stepped around her, pushing her behind her. She looked
at the four men standing around her car, grinning at them.
“Hey
Pia, who’s your friend?” One of
them laughed, stepping forward. “I hope she’s gonna be nice to us. Hey, where’s
that punk brother of yours? He send you out to give it
up tonight?”
“I’ll never give you
assholes anything!” Pia said shrilly as she tried to push by Marta. “You can
take my stuff, but the only way you’ll ever fuck me is if I’m dead! You hear me
you assholes? Dead!”
“I don’t think you can
stop us.” The man said as he took a step forward. “What do you think bro’s?”
His friends laughed, and
one of them hopped up on the hood of Marta Beamer, laying
back against the windshield.
“This is total bullshit.”
Marta said quietly. “You. Shit fer brains, get off my
fucking car. The rest of you needledicks back the fuck up so we can get out of
this shit hole.”
“Tough talk for two
bitches gonna be pullin’ a train for us.” One said as he stepped closer.
Marta shook her head and
pulled her pistol from the waistband of her pants, and fired a round right
passed his ear, stopping him in his tracks. Swinging the gun to her left, she
pressed the smoking barrel into the forehead of the closest one, giving him a
withering look.
“Back your useless ass up,
or I’ll put one through the puddle of jello you call a brain.” She grinned at
him. She noticed that his friends had taken off, so she hit the remote for the
trunk, and waved Pia forward. “Put your stuff in the trunk, baby, then you and
Wilbur get in the car.”
She turned back to the man
in front of her. “Gimme your wallet.” she told him.
“Do what?”
“I said, give me your
wallet. I’m going to lock the door, and when we come back, if anything is missing,
I’m gonna come take it our of your ass.” She said
lightly, holding out her hand. “Do we understand each other?”
“Yes maam!” he said,
digging in his pocket, then handing her his wallet. “Can I go now?”
Marta looked down,
laughing when she saw the wet spot on the front of his pants.
“Get the fuck out of here.”
She barked. “And you better hope I never see you again, cuz I may kill you for
the fun if it. Go!”
He was halfway down the
block before she got the last words out, so she pulled the door closed, locked
it, then got in her car. She started the engine, and
pulled out into the street. She floored the gas pedal and roared away, tires
smoking.
“I told you you’d need
that gun.” Pia said as they pulled onto the expressway. “They would have hurt
us if you hadn’t had it.”
“Have they ever hurt you,
Pia? Marta said as she slowed down, looking over at her.
Pia shook her head. “They
wanted too, but they’re scared of Bobby. They only come around when they know
he’s not there.” She said quietly.
“Well, you’re never going
back to that shit hole. I’ll have some people go in and pack everything up and
put it in storage tomorrow. You can go through it later. In the meantime, if
you need anything, we’ll just buy it for you.”
“You don’t have to do
that, Momma Marta.” Pia said as she slid over and leaned against her. “We can
buy our own stuff. We just need a safe place to stay for a while.”
“Well you’re staying with
me till you decide you want to find your own place.” Marta said, putting her
arm around her. “I’d love to have you live with me for as long as you want.”