Chapter 2
Jack Saunders kissed the lushly built blonde as soon as she opened her door. He slid his hand up and squashed one of her big tits, not caring who might be watching. His thumb ran over the tip of her jug. Through her blouse, he felt her nipple harden to a rubber button.
"Oh, Jack, stop that," the woman moaned as her body sagged against him.
"Hey, baby, you know you love it."
"But somebody might see," she protested hotly, making no real effort to pull away.
"I know, that's half the fun."
Demandingly, he clutched her meaty ass, squeezed one fleshy cheek.
"Oh, God," the woman whispered. Her eyes were glittering with lust.
"Grab my cock," he ordered.
"No, Jack. Please..."
"Grab it, Janet," he insisted. "Grab my hard-on. Right now!"
Fearfully, the quivering woman eased her hand down to his hard-on. Shyly, she squeezed his cock through his trousers. They were still standing in the open doorway. The street was empty, but she had the feeling they were being watched by hundreds of eyes.
"Take it out," he ordered, kneading her tit.
Without protesting, she ran his zipper down. A flip of her fingers and his prick leaped free. She curled her hand around his throbbing tower, pressed the steel-hard length of his dick.
Sliding his hand down from her knocker, he hooked his fingers in her crotch, cupped her pussy through her tight slacks.
It wasn't until he felt hot drippings from her aroused cunt soaking her clothes that he pushed her into her house and kicked the door closed behind them.
Without a word she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her mouth engulfed his throbbing prick, her tongue swept over his hot meat. Standing over her, staring down at her as she sucked his cock, he gently stroked her sleek blonde hair. It was as if he were stroking the head of a pet dog. .
Holding his dick with both hands, she pushed forward, slid his cock to the back of her throat. Worshipfully, she ate his dick, sucked it, stroked and bathed it with her tongue. Her eyes closed. Love and devotion made her cheeks blush pink.
When he gripped the sides of her head with both hands, the look of pleasure on her face grew more intense. She let him move her head back and forth, let him stroke his dick deep into her mouth. Her throat worked as she swallowed the waves of spit his prick triggered as it pumped in and out of her mouth.
Standing just inside the front door of the little house, Jack thrust his hips forward, slamming his cock into the woman's face. At the same time, he pulled her head toward him. It looked as if his cock were going to go completely through her and ram out through the back of her head.
"Suck it!" he ordered tensely.
And Janet Heller sucked his cock.
"Your tongue," he hissed. "Rub it with your tongue."
She stroked the underside of his hard-on with her tongue while her head was pushed back and forth, back and forth. Her throat was being bruised by his dick.
"You can taste it, can't you? You can taste my juice."
She could, and she loved it.
"Make me come," he ordered, even though the order was unnecessary. "Make me come."
Her cheeks sucking in, her tongue stroking, her fingers flickering over the base of his prick, she worked on him.
"I don't want any spots on my pants," he told her.
She knew what he meant. He meant that she had to take his whole load. She had to swallow every sticky drop of cum. She had to let his jism pour into her mouth. She had to catch every jetting spurt., His hips jerked at her faster and harder. Her breasts jiggling heavily as she was jarred by his drives and the jerking of his hands on her head, she took his fucking thrusts into her face.
The itch in Jack's crotch grew hotter and more impatient. He felt his nuts tighten up, felt his cum pooling like lava. Pulling her toward him, he jammed his dick to the back of her mouth, crammed the head down her working, gagging throat. He felt his balls contract, felt the first searing wad of jizz erupt down his dick.
Janet felt it coming, and let him cork her throat with his dick-head. She felt the throbbing of his cock as the first creamy wad of juice rushed at her. It broke against the back of her throat, a sticky bullet of boiling oil. Her throat worked as spurt after thick spurt of cream flooded her mouth.
He felt her swallowing. He felt her tongue working, stroking, milking his jetting dick as she swallowed his cum. The stroking and squeezing increased the burning pleasure of his coming, made his cock pump harder and harder. Finally his nuts were wrung dry.
She kept his dick in her mouth until it had become withered and shrunken. She sucked the last sticky drops from it. Then, carefully, she tucked it back into his pants and zipped them up. She got to her feet. Her chin was glistening with the spit and cum that had escaped her sucking lips. She smeared it over her chin with her fingers, then licked her fingers clean while he watched.
"Take off your clothes," he ordered.
"Jack, I...."
"Take 'em off! And you better not be wearing any panties!"
"Yes, Jack, I mean, no, Jack," she stammered, unbuttoning her blouse with fumbling fingers. She stripped it back, bared her thrusting titties. They swayed heavily as she let her blouse drop. Quickly, she unfastened the waist of her tight black slacks. She skinned them down her lush hips, revealed her pale-red snatch. Teetering awkwardly, she kicked her legs out of the slacks. She stood in front of him, naked.
"No panties," she announced.
"Put your clothes away and then get me a drink," he ordered.
"Yes, Jack."
He watched the jiggle of her titties as she fixed his drink. Her thighs stroked each other sensuously at each step. Her pussy was a pale-red rug between her thighs.
"I would have had you over, but my niece arrived this morning," Jack said after sampling the drink and nodding his approval.
Janet fixed her own drink and walked toward him. "Your niece?"
"My sister's daughter. Suzy Clayton."
Janet sank to the floor in front of him. All he could see of her snatch was a small wedge of strawberry-blonde hair. She sat up very straight and thrust her breasts out prominently. Her nipples, half-erect, were surrounded by generous circles of dusky pink flesh. Her jugs were a pale, creamy white, and had a faint tracery of blue veins.
"She's fourteen," Jack went on. "Real pretty little thing. Black hair and blue eyes."
"Good figure?" Janet asked, a flicker of jealousy in her tone.
"For her age," Jack said. "Slender and graceful. Nice legs."
"Oh."
Janet stuck her legs out straight and studied them carefully. The pose gave him a better view of her pussy, but the lips of her cunt were squeezed and hidden between her thighs.
"Billy kind of worries me a little," Jack said abruptly. "He's sixteen now."
"Have you given him a 'birds and bees' lecture yet?"
"Shit," Jack snorted. "These days they get it all in school at the age of fourteen."
"That late?"
"But I don't know what kind of practical experience he has," Jack said, ignoring her comment.
"That sort of thing usually takes care of itself."
"It didn't used to," Jack answered.
"Oh?"
"Used to be a man took his son down to the local whorehouse and had a professional instruct him."
"So, why not?" Janet asked. Jack snorted. "This town is too square to have a cat house."
"So, times have changed. Relax. Just let nature take its course."
"If that son of mine is as randy as I was at his age..."
"You mean you were more randy than you are now?"
"If he is," Jack went on, "then I damn well better find a safe cunt for him to plug his cock into."
"What makes you think he hasn't already solved the problem himself?" Janet asked.
"He's just a kid," Jack muttered, thinking hard. "Get me another drink."
"Yes, Master," Janet answered, getting to her feet.
"And don't be a wise ass," Jack growled, handing her his glass.
Meekly, Janet went to the sideboard and refilled his glass. His eyes followed her swaying breasts as she walked toward him. As he took his glass, he reached up and pinched one of her nipples, hard enough to wring a gasp from her.
"Bastard," she hissed, lust flaring in her eyes.
"And you love it."
"You know it."
"Go play with yourself," he ordered.
Obediently, Janet sauntered over to an easy chair. Lowering herself into it, she draped one leg over an arm, and stretched the other out straight.
Her cunt glared at him like a hot, pink cat's eye. She slid a hand down over the soft swell of her belly and eased the tip of one finger into her strawberry bush. She tickled the tip of her slit. Her eyes glazed with lust.
As he watched, his pants tented up. His hard-on grew as he drank in her blatant display.
"Deeper," he whispered hotly.
Her finger slid between her cunt-lips, slid out of sight and up into her gooey depths. Her inner cunt-lips swelled and flowered as her excitement mushroomed. With her middle finger, she fucked her streaming snatch. She tried to keep her eyes on him, but her increasing lust made it hard. Her hips began to squirm as she finger-fucked herself.
Jack's cock was a steel-hard tower in his pants. He sipped his drink as he savored her exhibition. Half the pleasure he felt came from his domination of her. Half her pleasure came from being dominated. He could order her to do anything.
"Spread your cunt-lips, baby," he ordered.
With the fingers of her other hand, she made her twat bloom. She spread the hairy lips, revealed the petaled heart of her snatch. He could see the rippled leaves of her inner lips, the little hood over her clit. There was the dimple of her pisser, and the tunnel of her cunt, still being probed by her finger.
"Oh, Jack, fuck me," Janet pleaded as she slid her finger in and out of her slippery hole.
"Maybe."
"Please," she begged.
"Do your ass-hole," he answered.
"Jack, please..."
"Do it!" he snapped. "Your finger. Shove it up your ass-hole."
"Yes, Jack."
She folded her legs up, drew her bottom tight. She spread her knees wide, so she was sitting on her spine, with her ass toward him. Between her tight ass-cheeks was the brown pucker of her ass-hole.
"Do it," he insisted when she hesitated.
Her expression was mingled lust and disgust. She touched her puckered winkie with her cum-slick finger. She pushed. Jack watched the tip of her finger open her clenched valve. Her head rolling with lust, she drilled her finger into her ass up to the first joint, and stopped. Then she sat there, shuddering.
"Deeper," he insisted, his fingers playing over his towering hard-on. "Deeper."
Obediently, she worked her finger deeper into her ass-hole while her lover watched. She kept whimpering, kept begging him to screw her.
The cold calculation on Jack's face was tempered by hot lust. He fondled his dick through his pants as he watched. A dark stain spread from where the head of his cock pressed against his pants.
Janet's finger was rammed full depth in her ass-hole. Her knuckles were jammed up against her bottom. While she wailed her mad lust, she pumped her finger in her winkie, dragging it out, then jamming it back in. A twitch, and she jammed her thumb deep into her cunt. She finger-fucked her cunt and her ass-hole while he watched.
"Awww," she moaned. "Awww, I'm coming. Aww, God, Jack, I'm coming, I'm coming! Just a little more! Just a little more! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uuuhhhhh!"
Jack's jaw clenched as the girl's body knotted and a hot flush blossomed on her pale flesh. Her muscles were locked by her coming for a long time. Her finger stayed rammed deep in her ass-hole, her thumb in the streaming hole of her cunt. Then she went limp. She drew her fingers out of her body very slowly. Shudders, like the aftershocks of an earthquake, racked her body.
"Come here," Jack ordered, calmly setting his drink aside.
Warily, Janet uncoiled and moved across the room toward him. He couldn't help noticing how wet and bedraggled her snatch was. Taking her wrist, he drew the hand she had used on herself over to him. He sniffed, smelled the scent of her cunt on her thumb. Faintly, too, he smelled the shit clinging to the finger she had thrust deep into her ass-hole.
"Smell this," he insisted, pushing her hand up to her face.
She grimaced, started to pull away, then obeyed when he tightened his grip on her wrist. She smelled her thumb. Then he turned her hand and made her smell her finger. Mixed with the disgust on her face was pleasure, pleasure at the way she was forced to obey him.
"Go wash up and then get me another drink," he told her, letting her go. "Got anything to eat?"
"Yes, Jack," she said, and went to the kitchen.
"You know, I think I've got an idea for Billy," Jack said when she returned with a tray of food.
"Oh?"
"Who just loves to fuck?" he asked softly. "Someone we both know."
"Quite well," he assured her. "You might even say we know her intimately."
"I don't understand."
"You."
Janet sucked in her breath. "No, Jack, please..."
"You, baby, that's who. Who better to show that horny son of mine what his dong is for?"
"Jack, please, no, don't ask me to-"
"You, baby," he told her, cutting her off. He took a sandwich. "Understand me?"
Janet knew when he used that tone it was useless to argue with him. "Yes, Jack," she whispered. "But, I don't want to, really I don't. You're the only man I love."
"Then you'll do what I ask," he said calmly.
"Yes, Jack."
"It's time that boy learned how to do a woman," Jack mused. "We'll lay it on just like it was school-you'll be the 'show and tell' for the day."
Janet shivered, jiggling her titties. Her nipples were stiffly alert, and there was a hot gleam in her eyes.
Jack's cock became a throbbing tower of lust as he contemplated the naked blonde and what he was going to have her do.
Then he began thinking about Suzy. Just thinking about his tender, nubile niece made his dick throb. He didn't have any trouble visualizing her the way she had been when he had left. Those short shorts had hugged her firm young ass like a coat of paint. Her crisp white blouse had been tented by an intriguing pair of knockers.
"What are you thinking?" Janet asked.
"Come here," Jack ordered.
Silently, the blonde approached him. She stood there quietly as he slid his hand up the inside of one naked leg. With barely a quiver, she let him drill his finger up into her snatch. He gazed up at her, stroked his eyes over her naked body. Her nipples stiffened with excitement as he felt her up.
Jack's mind, though, was not on Janet, but on his niece. He was picturing the young girl, stretched on his cross, writhing against the cuffs and chains as he advanced on her, his erect cock tugging at his groin. He would plunge his aching organ into her tight snatch, and watch the pain of her cherry tearing. Then he'd pump his dick in her tight hole while she bucked and heaved with lust. Tears would streak her cheeks. He'd hose her with cum, feel his jism spurt deep into her tight twat, then drizzle out and down over his knotting balls.
Heaving himself to his feet, Jack ripped his pants open with one hand, while keeping the fingers of his other hand hooked in Janet's steaming twat. Using his grip on her cunt, he dragged her across the room. He kicked off his loafers and impatiently dragged his feet out of his trousers and underpants as he went. His thrusting cock stabbed through his shirttails like a lance.
Janet let herself be dragged along. Lust blazed on her face, as did a touch of fear. She knew better than to resist, and didn't really want to anyway. She loved being dragged painfully along by the hand in her cunt. She loved the sight of his brutal dick, the sheen of juice at its tip. Her cunt drooled in anticipation of the thrust into her willing body.
She let him bend her over the back of the easy chair. He pushed her head down until her feet lifted off the floor, and her head was against the seat cushion. She turned her head to the side, and pressed her cheek against the rough upholstery. The high chair-back ground into her soft belly.
Her buns were raised high. The pale-red strands of her bush showed just below the pucker of her ass-hole. Her cunt-lips looked dark and full and inviting.
Jack sank his fingers into the backs of her legs, squeezing her milky, tender flesh mercilessly. He spread her thighs. He aimed his cock into her cunt, and lurched forward. His dick slammed into her twat from behind. The hot, wet walls of her hole burned his pecker. His hips slammed against her ass as his cock-head jolted the end of her shaft. He heaved, thrust deeper into her hole, felt his dick grind into her body.
Drawing back, he rammed into her twat again. His balls swung, slapped her. He stared down at where his shining dick spiked into her tender cunt. His fingers dug into the soft globes of her butt. His body swung with an easy power as he fucked her. His hips slapped her with a meaty smack, and his cock pistoned in her cunt with a juicy squishing noise. Her juices spattered his thighs.
"Uhhhh," Janet groaned softly.
He felt her hole clenching and unclenching as his dick pistoned in and out of it. She was coming. She was coming while he was driving himself toward that blistering, spasming peak that would flood her with his cum. She loved being fucked like this, hard and brutally, with him completely in charge of her body. She would let him do anything he wanted to her, and he loved her for it.
He speared her on his dick and held on while his groin spasmed, knotted, forced the first searing jet of cream into her clutching cunt. His ass convulsed as he tried to impale her on his spouting dick. Shuddering, he emptied his steaming reservoirs of semen into her shuddering body. He held on until the last drops were squeezed from his glands. Then he eased back.
He loved the feel of his dick sliding slowly out of her flooded twat. He looked down at himself, watched his shriveling pecker slither out of her slit. It squirted free, driven out by the convulsions of her well-trained cunt. A pearly dribble of jism escaped from the flushed pink petals of her twat.
"Don't move."
He left her draped over the back of the chair like a piece of discarded clothing, and built himself a fresh drink. Leaning against the sideboard, he studied her casually. Her ribs heaved as she caught her breath. Her generous tits were mashed flat against the chair-back. Her soft blonde hair hung down from the back of her neck. Her pale ass gleamed.
After a sip of his drink, he told her she could move. Pushing with her arms, she levered herself up until her feet touched the floor. Then she straightened. Swaying, the flush fading from her face as the blood drained down into her body, she looked over at him. Her face was a study of devotion, love and sated lust. She eyed his drink and licked her lips thirstily.
"Want a drink?" he asked.
The blonde woman nodded.
"Come here," he ordered.
She stood in front of him. He held his drink tantalizingly up in front of her. Her eyes burned at the sight of the sweating glass. They followed it as he lowered it to his limp, cum-sticky prick. Holding his withered pecker with one hand, he dipped it into the icy highball. The stinging booze washed away the jizz coating his meat. He swizzled the drink with his shriveled cock. The ice made his pecker ache. The cubes bumped against him, and clinked in the glass.
Then he lifted the drink and made her take it with both hands, as if she were a child. "Drink," he said softly.
Without a whimper, she put the glass to her lips and sipped the crazy cocktail of cunt juice, cum, Scotch and soda. Her blue eyes never left his. In their depths, he saw the silent acknowledgement of his domination of her.
"Tomorrow morning," he said softly, "Lay in some soft drinks, and a couple of six packs of beer."
"Yes, Jack," she whispered.
"Tomorrow afternoon, at one, you will be naked. You will come to the door and let us in when the doorbell rings. You will serve Billy and me, and you will let us use you any way we want to. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Jack," she whispered huskily.
"Repeat it back to me."
"Tomorrow afternoon-at one," she began, her voice quavering, "I will be naked. I will come to the door that way when the doorbell rings. I will serve ... Billy and you. I will let ... both of you use me, any way you want to use me."
"Good girl, " Jack said. "Now, make me a fresh drink. You finish that one. I want to see if there's a football game on worth watching."