Chapter 9
Following his encounter with the nun, Frank compiled a list of all his sexual escapades and went over it carefully. He found that he had not engaged an entire family in the game of "forced" sex.
And so it was that he began his painstaking search for the ideal family.
He came upon it quite by accident.
Shopping one afternoon with Michele, he entered a small boutique with her and browsed as she selected several expensive blouses with matching skirts. As he roamed through the small exclusive shop, a salesgirl approached him, and he was stunned by her beauty.
"May I help you?"
He turned to face a girl of seventeen or eighteen-she was wearing a see-through blouse and a skirt of incredibly short length. The nipples of her tits stood out darkly through the thin material and her narrow waist was belted with a heavy gold chain. Her legs were full and smooth and her thighs were exposed nearly to her crotch. What attracted Frank most was that she was the picture of a little girl in a woman's body.
"I'm just browsing," he said, his prick twitching against his thigh. "My mother's shopping."
"Enjoy yourself," she said and moved off as another customer entered the small shop.
Frank watched her walk away. Her small, but full ass jiggled as she walked and her tits bounced invitingly. He swallowed thickly and turned to find Michele coming from a tiny curtained dressing room at the rear of the shop. He stopped in his tracks as another salesgirl talked to his mother-she was the image of the girl he had just spoken to! Twins! He joined his mother and watched as she handed the girl a charge card and the purchases were written up.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" Michele whispered as the girl wrapped the things for her.
"Breathtaking ..." he agreed.
As they left the shop, Michele confided in her son, "I've often wondered how I might get them both in bed. They only work there part time and they live with their parents-who are quite strict, evidently."
"How old are they?"
Michele smiled, sensing her son's interest. "Seventeen-they're still in high school."
"God!" he exclaimed.
As darkness approached, Frank felt a stirring in him that was somehow new. He had spent nearly a month learning all he could about the two girls and their family. During this time, Frank had made numerous trips to the shop to wait outside in the darkness, then to follow the two girls to their home across town. Their names were Trish and Tina, their mother's name was Chris, and Riley, their father, worked as a manager of a small loan company. The McKinleys lived in a quiet, middle-class neighborhood and their home was large and comfortable. He had all the information he needed.
He glanced at his watch then checked the snub-nosed Colt. He had been inside the home on two separate occasions and he knew the layout well enough.
He smiled as he saw the house well lit and the houses to either side in total darnkess. He turned into the neighboring driveway and made his way cautiously to the back yard.
Pausing to look about, he climbed the low fence and dropped into the McKinleys' back yard. He allowed himself several deep breaths to calm his nerves as visions of the twins, bound and naked, came to him again.
He moved close to the house and pulled the ski mask over his head, took out the revolver as he edged his way along the rear of the house. He stopped by the lighted bathroom window and the sound of the shower running came to him.
He felt his pulse quicken as he imagined one of the petite twins standing naked beneath the spray of the shower, cleansing her lovely body.
Cautiously, he moved on to the wide kitchen windows and looked inside: one of the twins stood at the kitchen table sorting silver and at the stove, Chris-her mother-was in the midst of preparing supper. He knew that Riley was due home in less than a half hour and he had timed things perfectly.
As he watched, Chris turned from the stove and spoke to her daughter.
"You can set the table, Tina, Trish can help me finish up when she's through with her shower ..."
The girl nodded, picked up a stack of plates from the sideboard and carried them into the dining room that was separated from the kitchen by a swinging door.
Moving stealthily to the far end of the house, he stepped inside the darkened garage, glanced toward the VW station wagon in the far space, then closed the door quietly behind him.
He turned the knob of the kitchen door and pushed it open slightly. As he entered the brightly lit kitchen, Chris turned, a head of lettuce in her hand. Her mouth dropped and the lettuce feH to the floor as she gasped at the sight of a masked man holding a gun on her.
Quickly, before she could react, Frank closed the space between them, clamped a hand over her mouth and held the gun close to her head.
"You're in no danger if you cooperate-do you understand?"
The woman stared wide-eyed at her assailant, then very slowly, she nodded her head.
As he removed his hand from her mouth, she asked in a frightened voice, "Wh ... what do you want?"
"Your cooperation," he whispered as he turned her around and bound her hands quickly behind her. From the inside of his windbreaker, he pulled a wide strip of adhesive tape and pressed it over her mouth, then he gestured to a kitchen chair. "Sit!"
In a moment, the door swung inward and Tina entered the kitchen; she stopped in her tracks as she saw her mother bound and gagged. A look of sudden fright crossed her lovely young face-then she saw Frank as he stepped from behind the door and quickly repeated the process with her.
With both of them bound and their mouths taped, he led them into the living room and forced them to sit side by side on the divan. He took a short length of nylon cord and bound one of Chris' ankles to that of her daughter's.
He felt his prick jerk in his pants-Chris' body was as exquisite as her daughter's. He stood up and looked at them, smiling as the sound of the shower stopped.
From inside his windbreaker, he took a pair of black, elastic sleep-masks and placed them over his captives' eyes. Then, he headed for the bathroom and the other twin.
Trish toweled herself dry. She turned and gasped as 'she found herself confronted by a man dressed in black, wearing a ski mask and holding a gun.
She lifted the towel in an effort to cover her nakedness and a slow rush of blood colored her young body.
Frank stared at the naked girl and his heart beat wildly as she attempted to cover herself.
"Turn around ..."
She read the danger in his eyes, then did as she was told. Frank bound her wrists behind her and looked down on her beautiful ass. Her ass was much fuller than he had expected and the narrowness of her waist excited him as his pulse pounded in his temples.
He glanced again at his watch and knew that he only had a short time before her father would be home, but at that moment, he could not control himself.
He turned her around to face him. "Please don't be frightened, Trish . .. I'm not going to harm you or your family. Just do as I tell you and everything will be all right.... do you understand?"
The girl nodded dumbly. "You . . . you know my name?"
"Yes ... I know all about you, Trish ... and I'm going to know more." He cupped her chin in his hand. The girl cringed as his fingers touched her face, but she did not pull back as he closed his mouth over hers.
As his hand moved slowly down her upper arm, to her back and below her bound hands to cup her naked ass, he felt her lips moving against his. He snaked out his tongue and she did not refuse it. His other hand cupped the firmness of her pointed tit.
She gasped as he kneaded her nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently before cupping her tit fully. Pulling her to him, his head spun as he realized that in a short time he would have this girl and her twin to do with as he wished!
As their lips parted, he gave her ass a gentle squeeze, then slipped a sleep mask over her eyes.
"Where ... where are my mother and sister," she asked breathlessly. "What have you done with them?"
"They're, all right, Trish ... I'm going to take you into the living room-is it necessary for me to gag you, or can you give me your word to keep your mouth shut?"
She hung her head. "I... I won't say anything, I'll be quiet... I promise."
Frank reached down and patted her bare ass. He led her into the living room to seat her in a deep chair acrpss from her mother and sister.
He smiled as he rubbed his aching prick beneath the material of his trousers.
Glancing at his watch again, he turned down the lights in the living room, made sure the front door was securely locked. He peered through the heavy drapes and looked onto the street; no sign of Riley yet, but he knew it would not be long.
As he walked through the dining room toward the kitchen, he froze as he counted an extra plate on the table. There were five settings, and he realized fearfully that they were expecting a guest for supper! He poured himself a glass of wine, took the bottle with him as he returned to the living room.
"Who are you expecting for supper?" he asked Trish as he touched the nipple of her right tit with the cool wine glass.
"Ah . .. Daddy's bringing his boss home for dinner ...." the girl said hesitantly.
"His boss?"
"Yes ... a Mister Johnson ... we've never met him."
Frank cursed silently. He looked at his watch again, then went into the front bedroom. He found an array of silk scarves; he had only planned on the four of them and if he had another man to take care of, things might get sticky if he wasn't prepared.
As he closed the drawer, he heard two cars pull into the drive. Quickly, he returned to the living room and stood beside the door to the kitchen and waited breathlessly for the men to enter the house.
As he had expected, he heard them enter through the kitchen. He pressed himself against the wall as McKinley called out.
"Honey ... Chris ... we're home!"
Then Frank heard the man's voice again.
"That's strange ..." Then came the sound of the swinging door.
McKinley was the first through and as the second man followed him, Frank's heart nearly stopped: he was well over six foot tall, muscular and black!
Frank was tempted to run, but as the Negro stepped through and let the door close, he caught sight" of Frank and the gun he held; his eyes grew wide, and instinctively he raised his hands above his head and stood still.
McKinley stopped as he saw his wife and daughter sitting on the couch, bound, blindfolded and gagged.
"What the hell..." He turned as Frank raised the pistol menacingly.
"Don!t move!" Frank ordered and the blood left the man's face as his mouth dropped open. He told them both to face the wall. They did as they were told.
"We'd better do as he says," the black man told McKinley.
"But what the hell's going on?" McKinley demanded.
"If either of you try anything, I'll shoot you!" Frank said stiffly,, then tossed a piece of nylon cord to Johnson. "Tie his hands behind him-and tie them tight!"
"Now wait a goddamn minute!" McKinley protested.
Johnson faced him. "We'd better cooperate, Riley - give him what he wants ..."
McKinley turned to his wife and daughters. "If you hurt any of them, I'll kill you ... so help me God, I'll kill you whoever you are!"
"No one's going to be hurt unless you force me-" Frank told him and gestured again to the Negro. "Tie him up!"
The man did as he was told. Frank tossed him the remaining sleep mask and instructed him to place it over McKinley's eyes.
Frank motioned to the wall. The black man looked at him apprehensively, then glanced again at the pistol.
"Look, man___don't shoot me by accident-
I'm not going to give you any trouble ... my' money's in my inside coat pocket."
Frank nodded and tossed him a scarf.
"Tie that around your eyes-tightly."
The man did as he was bid. Frank tied the black man's wrists behind him. "You behave youself and you'll get much more from this family than the supper you were expecting ... much more."
Heaving a deep sigh, Frank sat on a large hassock. He pulled off his ski mask and wiped the sweat from his eyes. Jesus! Five people ... and not a hitch!
He looked about the room at the silent people, then he put his hand on Trish's thigh. Leaning forward, he kissed her nipple gently as he stroked her leg. She shivered, but said nothing. He whispered, "You're going to enjoy this .. . that I promise."
He lifted the wine glass to her lips and she swallowed automatically as he tipped the glass. He kissed her softly then and held her tit. As his tongue entered her mouth, he felt her nipple stiffen.
As their lips parted, he whispered, "Have you ever had sexual fantasies about your family?"
She did not answer for a long moment, then as though struggling with something deep inside her, she said, "Can any of the others hear me?"
Frank lifted up her blindfold. The girl glanced about the room.
"Satisfied?" Frank asked her and pulled down the tight-fitting mask again.
She nodded as he pressed his ear to her lips. "I... I've thought about Daddy a lot... and Tina ... she's so damned straight it makes me sick!
Frank felt a surge of excitement.
"What would you like to see your sister do-or your mother for that fact?"
"I... I don't know," she whispered back. "But
I know what I'd like to make them do ..."
"Tell me ... and we'll see if it can be done ..."
"Promise you won't let them know I said this?" she asked, a note of apprehension in her young voice.
He ran his hand between her legs and cupped the damp hair of her cuntmound and kissed her lightly. "You have my word."
"I... I'd like to see-or I'd like to have ... Tina ... lick me there . .. and Momma, too!"
Frank stroked her pussy. He laughed, then kissed her again. "We'll do that and much more, my little dove .. . much more. Are you or your sister a virgin?"
He detected a faint glow to her cheeks as she shook her head. "No, but for God's sake don't let Daddy know-he'd blow his mind! He wants us to be good girls!"
"And you want to be?"
"A woman ... not his baby girl!"
Frank removed his clothing. He crossed the room to where Chris and her daughter sat. He removed the tape from the woman's mouth and she gasped suddenly for breath.
Frank reached for the buttons of her sheer blouse and began unfastening them. The woman whimpered as his fingers brushed her nipples.
"Riley ... Oh, Riley! Stop him-he's a sex fiend! He's going to ... he's going to rape me!"
On the floor, her helplessly bound husband thrashed about, and his breath came in heaving gasps as he heard his wife call out to him.
Frank smiled and took hold of her bra straps and snapped them.
"Oh ... please ... don't hurt me ... don't hurt my babies ... for God's sake, leave us alone!" she cried as she felt her bra being unhooked, then pulled from her body.
Beside her, Tina squirmed uncomfortably. Frank pulled the woman to her feet.
Her body was every inch as beautiful as her daughter's. He held her tits as he kissed her neck and felt her cringe away from him. He laughed, then kneeled to release her ankle from Tina's, then he pulled her to him.
"Oh, God... Riley-he's naked! He isn't wearing any clothing! I can ... I can feel him!"
Frank was excited by her protests. "That's it, tell them all what I'm doing to you ... let them know what it feels like, Chris!"
He freed her skirt. As it fell to a heap around her ankles, she sobbed and tried to pull away from him, but he held her tightly. He inched her panties down her hips.
As he looked up, he saw her lush, dark-haired pussy and he nuzzled it as she tried to pull away again. He forced her legs open and pushed her back down on the couch. She struggled until he had thrown her legs over his shoulders-then she was helpless, lying on her back and shoulders.
Frank opened his mouth and closed it over her full, lush cunt and he stuck his tongue into the pink, wet gash of her pussy.
"Oh, no!"
She shuddered as his tongue found her clit and began teasing it with small, fucking strokes. She squirmed beneath him as he licked her pussy, then he raised his head and moved forward until the head of his prick touched her pussy-lips.
He pushed forward and bent the woman almost double as her knees pressed back against her heaving tits. He found her mouth with his. She tried to move her head.
"If you don't cooperate, Chris, I'll force your girls to take on that big black fellow ... do you understand?"
She whimpered. "You ... you wouldn't, would you?"
He kissed her and she half-returned it. "Try me ..." He nudged the lips of her pussy with the head of his cock. "No one can see, Chris ... if you like, I'll take the girls out- of the room. And you can't refuse me, so why not just enjoy yourself... how would you like to feel a huge black prick in your cunt?"
She wiggled beneath him and swallowed with difficulty, "God, Riley would ..."
"Riley won't know, and neither will Johnson, nor the girls .. just you and I... wouldn't you like to take your pleasure with a black man-a nigger!" he said crudely.
"Oh, Jesus... what are you doing to me!" she said breathlessly as the head of his prick slipped into her cunt.
"Right now, I'm fucking you ... but wouldn't you rather have Johnson do it?"
She squirmed. "You ... you'll make sure the girls can't hear... that Riley won't find out?"
"You have my word ..." he said softly and shoved his prick in deeply.
"Uhhhnn!" she groaned and visualized the huge prick of her husband's boss. She had had fantasies about a black man raping her. She moved her hips slowly as Frank withdrew his prick.
"Yesss!"
Frank leaned down beside Trish and whispered, "You'll have to be quiet..."
He removed her mask. The girl's eyes were wide as she saw her mother lying naked on the couch, her legs splayed obscenely. She glanced at Frank.
He smiled, raised a finger to his mouth, then pulled the footstool over to the chair where Johnson sat.
He pulled the big Negro to his feet and whispered, "Don't make any sudden moves, friend ..."
He unbuckled his belt and let the man's pants drop to his ankles, then pulled the loose boxer shorts down and stood back. He was impressed with the size of the man's prick and he knew that Chris McKinley would also be impressed.
He forced Johnson to sit on the hassock, then he pushed him back so that his head and shoulders lay on the chair and his hips were on the footstool. He took hold of Chris' arm and led her to Johnson's feet. Frank pressed his body to hers and as his stiff prick slid between the cheeks of her ass, he lifted her mask slightly so that she could look down on Johnson's body.
The woman gasped and pushed back against frank-the warmth of her ass and legs sent a sudden thrill through him and he felt the woman's heart pound heavily as she gazed at the black man's enormous prick. The she glanced toward her husband across the room and a shudder went though her body as Frank brought the mask down over her eyes again.
"He's all yours, Chris ... no one can see ... you can do anything with him that you wish," he whispered, shoving her forward until her knees brushed the man's thighs.
"Ohhh..." she moaned and rubbed her legs against his.
Frank watched. The huge black prick twitched and began to come to life. Cautiously, the woman leaned forward until her face was only inches from Johnson's prick. She rubbed her face along his leg, then her chin touched the head of his cock and it jumped spasmodically.
Chris felt the satin smooth skin of the man's prick and sought it with her mouth. She inhaled deeply and the aroma of his genitals filled her nostrils and sent a thrill through her body. She flicked out her tongue. When it come in contact with the smooth rounded head of the man's cock, she opened her mouth, then closed it about the head.
Johnson tensed, then felt a soft face on his thighs, then the mouth-and it was definitely the woman's! He drew his breath deeply as her mouth closed over the head of his prick and he realized that it must be Mrs. McKinley!
Frank dropped to his knees behind the woman as she manipulated the stiffening prick and managed to get the head of it in her mouth. Frank forced her legs apart as she bent forward. He looked at the hair-lined lips of her pussy. He buried his face there and he licked her from cunt to asshole.
She responded by pushing her ass back to him and a deep groan escaped her lips.
Frank licked the woman's asshole again and forced the tip of his tongue past the tight sphincter muscle. He felt her shudder. Running his hands up her legs, he reached for her swaying tits and took hold of them softly as her head bobbed up and down on the stiff, black prick in her mouth.
From behind him, Frank heard another sound and he lifted his face from the cheeks of the woman's ass to see Trish leaning forward, her eyes half closed and scooting her buttocks on the surface of the chair.
Walking to the girl, Frank smiled at Trish as she looked up at him, licking her lips sensually. Her small body sat poised on the edge of the deep chair and beside her, her sister sat stiffly, still fully clothed. Frank moved his hips forward and Trish swallowed the head of his prick.
Frank allowed her to take several inches into her throat, then he pulled back, leaned down and kissed her fully. This time, she responded with great passion and forced her tongue between his lips. He sucked it in deeply and held the girl's face in his hands. Beside them, Tina moaned lowly.
"Can you trust her to keep her mouth shut?" Frank whispered in Trish's ear.
"I... I don't know .. . she's such a prude at times ..."
Frank peeled back the tape from the other girl's mouth and before she could catch her breath, he had closed his mouth over hers and forced his tongue between her lips. He ran his hand up between her silken thighs and found her panty-covered crotch sopping wet. Then, to his surprise, she responded passionately to his kiss, thrust her hips forward against his hand and began sucking his tongue.
He took his mouth from hers. "Would you like to see your mother sucking a big black prick, Tina?"
The girl swallowed thickly, then said in a hushed tone, "Yes, God yes! Let me watch!"