Chapter 9
Nick and Bonnie Mae met in the hallway the following night as the girl was leaving for her babysitting job. "When can I see you again, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with need as he pressed his body next to hers. "I can't stop thinking about yesterday and how good it was between us."
Thrilling to the warmth of his firm, muscular body, she strained closer, running her hands along his broad back. "Oh, Nick, I want you, too! But I can't get away!"
Old Mrs. Cusack's door creaked open just then and the couple jerked apart. "Evenin', Bonnie Mae," the ancient woman greeted, working her way toward them with small, shuffling steps. She nodded to Nick. "How's your mama doing, dearie? Is the pain dying down any?"
"A little, Mrs. Cusack," the girl replied. "And the pills help, too."
The shriveled woman clucked in approval. "Well, you just make sure you look after your mama now, you hear? Don't forget how she's been looking after you all your life. Keep soaking her ankle like you been. And giving her them back-rubs." She sighed, heaving her narrow shoulders. "It ain't no fun falling down when you're past sixty, dearie. Your body gets so tired. Tired and worn out, you know? And a tired old body . . . well, it just don't heal so fast no more."
Bonnie Mae smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry, Mrs. Cusack," she assured her. "I'll take good care of her."
Clucking her tongue in approval, the bony old woman shuffled slowly down the hall toward the stairway, a shopping bag clutched in one hand.
Once the old woman was out of earshot, Bonnie quickly told Nick how things were. How she had to hurry right home from school to bathe her mother's ankle, clean up, and empty the bedpan. "I help her to and from the toilet whenever I'm home but she has to use the bedpan whenever I'm gone." She went on to say how she had to bathe her mother, cook supper, and give her back-rubs as well. "But I want to see you, Nick" she concluded, reaching up to touch his handsome face. "I'll try to think of something, some way we can sneak some time together."
Ralph Conway supplied the answer to her problem. "Well, kid, I had to find myself someone else for this Friday night," he couldn't resist boasting as he walked her home. "Too bad you'll have your curse then, because I'm sure I can give you a real good lesson after I see that stag film. From what I hear, it's supposed to be terrific." His lascivious eyes stared at her bouncing tits and he longed to reach out and have himself a good squeeze but he didn't dare. Not here on the street.
"You mean you'll be out late Friday night?" the babysitter asked. When the man nodded in agreement, she forced herself to appear concerned, when actually Bonnie Mae was jubilant. She could tell Nick to come to the Conway house Friday as soon as Tracy was sleeping. And fuck! "Oh, well, I guess it'll be all right," she said, sighing heavily as they walked along. "Mother will just have to get by without me for once."
The voluptuous teenage girl could hardly wait for each day to pass. She told- Nick about Friday night the following day and he agreed to be at the Conway house about nine-thirty. Bonnie Mae came straight home from school, without fail, all that week to wait on her ailing mother. By Friday afternoon, Ada Owens' condition had improved to such a degree that the gray-haired woman could manage to get in and out of the wheel chair unassisted, relieving her daughter of the unpleasant task of cleaning a soiled bedpan. The lovely redhead forsake all her friends to devote herself to caring for her mother. Even though the girl knew, deep down inside, that it was a losing battle, she still sought to win her mother's love.
Ada, however, resented the girl even more since her accident. If it hadn't been for Bonnie Mae, she brooded while her aching body slowly healed, I'd never have fallen down those stairs. I wouldn't have to go to work in a medical center every day if I didn't have to worry about taking care of her! I'd be down in Florida with Clara.
Liz Conway replaced the phone in its cradle, waited a few seconds, then lifted the receiver again to dial Stella's number. So my dear husband is working late tonight, huh ? she thought, smirking as she waited for her friend to answer. Like hell he is! But he's probably working his big cock into a lather right now, drooling over that big-titted kid he's going to ball tonight. Well, I'll show him. And her, too. Dear old Ralph and that precocious redheaded whore are going to get the shock of their life when I sneak up behind their naked asses with my camera and the flash cube pops right in their fucking faces!
"Stella?" she greeted when her friend finally answered her ring. "Liz here. Just want to tell you the big news. Tonight's the night! Ralph just called to say he'll be late tonight. And you know what that means, Stella."
"You bet his cheating prick I do. That's the signal to the babysitter that he'll be back to screw her after the kid's asleep. Well, you can count on old Stella, luv. I'll be only too happy to fill in for you at the club as soon as I finish my shift. I want to see you nail the dirty bum, too!"
Tracy Conway kept complaining of a tummy ache and Bonnie Mae had difficulty getting the boy settled down for the night. I don't think his stomach really hurts at all, she thought, once she finally tucked him in. I think he just wants attention. But the curvaceous teenager was in no mood to sit and read stories tonight. She'd been dreaming of this night all week, and every cell in her body ached with desire for the man she loved, Nick LaRocco.
He should be here any minute, now, she realized as she returned to the living room and glanced at the clock. She'd taken a bath before she left home, dusting her entire body with talcum powder and cologne, paying special attention to the deep cleavage of her large breasts, the crease between her rounded buttocks, and the inside of her smooth, creamy thighs. Her lovely auburn hair had been brushed until it shone, dancing with highlights. Her face was flushed with excitement and her jade eyes flickered with the fires of passion.
The girl moved to the foyer to check her reflection in the oval mirror. She hoped that Nick would be pleased with her. She was wearing a most flattering slack set of green denim that accented the color of her eyes. I hope Nick likes my new outfit, she thought, gazing at her reflected image. Then she smiled. But not too much! she told herself. Because I don't want to be wearing it for long!
When she heard his knock at the back door a few minutes later, the girl's heart fluttered like a captive bird. He's here! she exulted, running to greet him. Bonnie Mae took one look at Nick in his red shirt and gray flared pants and gasped. Even in his soiled and sweaty work clothes, he made her heart beat faster. The sight of him dressed like this almost took her breath away.
"Oh, Nick," she whispered, melting against him.
"Mmmmmmm," he murmured, brushing his lips against her clean hair. "You smell every bit as delicious as you look." He lifted his head, his dark eyes wary. "Is the kid asleep?" he asked, his voice low.
The girl nodded. "I had a time with him tonight. He fussed a little bit but I finally got him to bed about half an hour ago. And I haven't heard a peep out of him since."
"Is his door locked?" Nick wanted to know.
The lovely redhead chuckled. "The doors in this old dump don't even close all the way much less lock. You know these old houses."
Nick looked worried. "You better double check then, and make sure he's sleeping. I'd hate like hell to have the kid walk in on us."
Bonnie Mae did as he asked, opening the boy's bedroom door slowly, trying not to let the hinges squeak. Seeing a still figure lying under the covers with eyes closed, she smiled and shut the door as quietly as she could.
"He's out like a light," she told him, emerging from the darkened corridor leading from his room to rejoin him in the living room. "Sometimes he likes to stay up a little longer than he should, but once his head finally hits that pillow, Tracy doesn't wake up again unless there's a big commotion outside or something."
Nick grinned and held out his arms. "Well, we're going to have a big commotion inside," he teased. "But we'll have to hold it down to a safe noise level, okay, baby?"
Bonnie Mae fell into his open arms and their hot lips and hands began to explore each other's throbbing bodies with relish, their breathing heavy and labored. "Take your clothes off, baby," Nick croaked, his voice hoarse with passion. "I want to watch while you make yourself naked for me."
He stepped backwards, his mushrooming prick throbbing its urgent need by pressing against his pants. He wanted the girl with such intensity that his huge cock was dripping, staining his slacks, and his testicles felt so tight they could burst, but first he wanted to see her naked.
Ever since he'd first laid eyes on the big-breasted teenager and watched her wiggle her rounded ass for him, he'd dreamed of what she would look like without clothes. And now, his dream would come true. He wanted to see her standing before him exactly as she had countless times in his fevered imagination, with her full lips parted and her eyes burning with desire for him. He longed to see those bulging twin mounds of flesh that had set his prick aflame so many times, as they teased him from beneath a clinging sweater, unveiled. To see the pointed tips of her swollen, beckoning nipples exposed at last.
The voluptuous girl undid her green denim shirt slowly, gazing at the handsome Italian through thick-lidded eyes as one by one, she pulled open each metal snap. Reaching for the open flaps of her shirt, she did a slow pirouette, turning her back to him as she let the jacket slide from her smooth, ivory shoulders and drop to the floor. Smiling at him sensuously from over her shoulder, her long auburn hair trailing down her back, she unzipped her fly and wriggled her full hips, easing her denim jeans downward with lazy fingers. She swayed her hips from side to side as the pants slid down with agonizing slowness. At last, Nick could see the deep crevice of her smooth, white buttocks and his swollen sacs felt even tighter. The pants finally dropped to the carpet, exposing the entirety of her round, unblemished behind and the snowy whiteness of the backs of her legs.
Then, the girl turned and Nick sucked in his breath. She was magnificent! Her naked body was far superior to anything he had ever imagined. Her exquisite breasts loomed proudly, their luscious nipples like delicate rosebuds. His eyes traveled down across the smoothness of her creamy torso to the velvet auburn triangle nestled between her legs.
"Oh, baby," he whispered, his voice ragged. "You're gorgeous!"
"Let me undress you," she gasped, coming toward him in naked splendor. When Nick felt the girl tug at his clothing, he panted, his swollen penis beating against his trousers. The girl slid his shirt from his shoulders and he trembled at the touch of her fingers against his bare skin. The shirt fell to the rug and Bonnie Mae worked at his trousers.
With urgent, determined fingers, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down over his muscular legs, then reached up once again to lower his shorts. As they dropped around his ankles, the girl gasped at the great shaft of flesh that lunged out at her like a mighty spearhead. She took his swollen, dripping prickhead in her hands and dropped to her knees, moaning as she opened her mouth hungrily, her eyes thick-lidded and glazed as she let her lips close around the impressive width of his mighty pole of manhood.
Nick groaned at the feel of the wonderful wetness of her warm mouth sliding back and forth over his burning prickhead. He bent his knees and tilted his pelvis so that she could get at him more easily. When she began to suck on him, drinking up his pre-coital secretions, he moved his hips back and forth, sliding his slippery cock further and further into her wet mouth. Bonnie Mae stroked the firmness of his widespread thighs as she sucked, making his legs tremble. Never had a mouth felt so good! Still, he fucked in and out of her spongy oral cavity slowly, cautiously, for he did not want to ejaculate prematurely. Not in her mouth. Nick wanted to shoot his wad in a very special place!
As the lovely redhead lapped up more of his stickiness, Nick knew he would have to pace himself very carefully. For his balls were quivering under the pressure of their vast storehouse of semen. The turbulent load that he would soon deposit deep within a special, untouched passageway between the girl's buttocks. Nick would fuck her cuntal opening first . . . just until the girl climaxed. Then he knew he would be compelled to submit to a more urgent need. He ached to shove his big, slippery cock deep within still another opening, one he felt certain no other prick had yet violated. He longed to possess Bonnie Mae as no other had possessed her before him.
As the handsome Italian worked his hips, sliding his penis in and out of the sprawled and naked girl's eager mouth, he surrendered himself completely to her magnificent suckings. Neither Nick nor Bonnie Mae was aware that they were no longer alone. They had failed to hear the child's bare feet pad noiselessly down the carpeted hallway leading from his bedroom. And they were thoroughly oblivious to the presence of the small figure hiding in the darkened shadows of the corridor.
Little Tracy Conway did not understand what it was that he was witnessing. But he sensed, with a child's natural intuitiveness, that he should not be standing there watching. Something told him that what was happening before his excited eyes was wrong for him to see. It was something that grownups did in secret, something he'd heard whispers about but did not yet comprehend.
As he watched the babysitter he so adored suck the dark-haired stranger's penis, his cheeks grew flushed and his face felt hot. A strange, tingling sensation spread across his groin and he touched himself where he knew he shouldn't. But it felt so good he couldn't stop. As he continued to watch, wide-eyed and fascinated, his fingers toyed with the sensitive tip of his small, excited penis.
Liz Conway sat at the counter of the all-night diner chain-smoking, letting her cup of coffee grow cold. Her eyes kept darting nervously to the large electric clock on the wall above her. I've got to give Ralph enough time, she reminded herself. I have to be certain that Tracy's asleep, that Ralph and that kid are going at it full blast before I make my move. It only takes ten minutes to drive home from here, so don't rush things, gal, she thought. Play this scene cool or you'll blow the whole thing. When the hands of the clock showed five after ten, Liz figured she'd given her cheating, lecherous husband just about enough rope. Her loaded camera was waiting for her in the glove compartment of her car.
Suddenly, something told the platinum-haired housewife that the time had come for her to act. That she was about to witness a hanging. She crushed her cigarette in the ashtray, left some coins on the counter and, moving abruptly, rose from the stool.
It was still spinning long after she pushed her way through the swinging door and headed for her parked car.