Chapter 10
Ralph Conway ordered another drink, his fingers drumming the polished surface of the bar as he waited impatiently. Paula Grenshaw was late. The well-stacked brunette should have been here half an hour ago and Ralph was getting worried. It wasn't like the sex-starved housewife to play hard to get. When Ralph had phoned, asking her to meet him here tonight, Paula had accepted with unabashed eagerness.
"Arthur the Punyprick is out of town," she'd told him, her voice thick with the contempt she felt for her sexually inadequate husband. "He's away on some business trip and won't be back till late Saturday so we can really live it up, handsome." The two infidels agreed to meet at an out-of-the-way cocktail lounge Friday evening, then make the rounds of a few night spots before going off to a motel together.
After that lusty stag film Ralph had viewed the night before, he was as eager to spread the brunette's muscular legs as she was to open them. I'll really give her hungry pussy a night to remember, he thought as the bartender brought his drink. I'll fuck her frontwards, backwards, arid sideways, he mused, lifting his glass. By the time I get through with her, she'll be as sore as that whore in the stag film must have been after the workover she got! As Ralph thought about the many lewd acts he'd witnessed in last night's pornographic movie, he grew even more impatient for the dark-haired housewife to arrive.
He looked at his watch, downed the rest of his drink in a few quick gulps, and headed for the phone booth. He dialed Paula's number hoping that it would go unanswered, indicating that she was already on her way. Ralph's hopes were dashed at the sound of the receiver being lifted at the other end. And he uttered a silent curse when he heard the voice that answered. For he recognized it as that of Arthur Grenshaw!
The man repeated his hello, his voice annoyed by the lack of response. Ralph, however, said nothing. He merely replaced the telephone in its cradle and slumped against the wall of the phone booth. He wasn't going to get to screw Paula tonight, after all. It was obvious that her husband had come home sooner than expected and the sex-starved brunette wouldn't be able to keep her date.
"Shit!" Ralph muttered under his breath. "I could almost feel that eager cunt of hers already!" Note what? he wondered, his balls aching for release. Liz is at work and Bonnie Mae's pussy is all bloodied up. And I can't stand a clot-filled cunt. But when he pictured the voluptuous teenager in his sexually stimulated mind, the gray-eyed man remembered her sensual mouth and he smiled.
Guess I'll head for home after all, he decided, opening the door of the telephone booth. And give Bonnie Mae lesson number two. His prick hardened as he left the cocktail lounge to cross the darkened parking lot to his car. For he ached for the feel of the babysitter's mouth sliding wetly across his penis. The subject for tonight will be How To Suck A Cock, he decided, grinning as he unlocked his car door and slid behind the wheel. I can still have myself a mouthful of those gorgeous young tits, he thought as he pulled away. After I've sucked away to my heart's content, I'll settle for a damn good blow job!
Little Tracy Conway continued to peer in secret from the hidden shadows of the corridor as the babysitter's mouth devoured the whimpering stranger's bloated cockhead. The excited boy's fingers sought the tip of his own throbbing penis with greater urgency as he listened to the sounds of the girl's suckings and watched her huge, dangling tits swing back and forth as she knelt before the naked man's split thighs.
Nick LaRocco moaned with ecstasy, letting himself glory to the very last warm suck of the lovely redhead's tightly ovaled mouth before he quickly withdrew his pulsating prick. An expert at timing his ejaculations, Nick knew that the moment had come for him to pause, to let his fiery, bubbling prick cool a while. The girl's open mouth still sought the pleasure which was so unexpectedly denied it but Nick knelt down and kissed her, offering his tongue instead.
Embracing each other, they dropped to the carpet locked in a long, passionate kiss. Nick rolled his tongue around, tasting the pungency of his own pre-coital juices coating the inside of her warm mouth. Bonnie Mae sighed, straining against him so that the hard points of her swollen nipples stabbed his bare chest like hot needle heads. As the handsome Italian's mouth left hers to leave a trail of feverish kisses down the side of her face, the lovely young girl moaned and lifted her pelvis hungrily. It felt so wonderful to be loved like this, to be held and kissed.
Nick's eager mouth continued its ardent journey, nipping at her throat, shoulders and breasts. Bonnie Mae arched her back, offering him the fiery tips of her swollen mounds of flesh. Nick's hot lips found first one nipple, then the other, darting back and forth as he sucked eagerly. Groaning with desire, the girl felt her entire pelvic area grow hot with need and she spread her ivory legs wide. She lifted her auburn pussy so that it rubbed pleadingly against the distended, dripping cock that it longed to grasp. The lips of her vulva opened and the ambrosial petals flowering within were wet, coated with the nectar of her passion. Her throbbing, aching coral niche glistened with the milkiness of her need and the bright red bud of her clitoris stood waiting and expectant, throbbing with anticipation.
"Oh, Nick!" she gasped, straining against him hard. "Fuck me! Please! Fuck me now!"
His small chest rising and falling with each excited breath he took, Tracy's fingers sought the moist glans of his tiny prickhead as he watched the dark-haired, sweating stranger mount the naked babysitter and slide his gigantic penis into some secret place between her widespread legs. It must be a wonderful place, the boy thought, his heart pounding as his round, fascinated eyes observed the obvious pleasure on the man's face as he fucked in and out. It must feel good, he thought. Even better than my fingers.
And she likes it, too, he realized, his penis throbbing as he watched the young babysitter's reaction. Bonnie Mae's head rolled back and forth on the carpet and she lifted her hips higher and higher into the air, gyrating wildly as she greeted each inward thrust of the magnificent pole of flesh penetrating her dripping, pulsating pussy.
"OOOOHHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOOOD," she moaned, gasping for breath. "OH, NICK! MMMMMMMMMPH! DEEPER! HARDER! MMMMMMMPH!"
Nick obeyed, battering her with all his strength. Tracy saw how the man's testicles swung back and forth, slapping against the girl's wildly pumping pussy as he continued to fuck. And the boy wished that it was his thing sliding in and out of that secret place somewhere between the babysitter's open legs, that she was crying out for him. to fuck her deeper and harder, that his balls were banging against her pussy. And his labored breathing grew louder and his tiny glans felt sticky to his touch.
Then, Tracy got scared, for the babysitter he idolized seemed to be having some kind of fit or something. She cried out and arched her back. After that, he saw her entire body convulse and jerk while her eyes rolled backwards. The small boy stood motionless, hidden in the dark of the corridor, his masturbating fingers idle until Bonnie Mae's body stopped its terrible jerking. When he saw her smile and heard her groan with pleasure, his fingers began to move, toying with his penis once again. And the boy pretended that he had made Bonnie Mae feel good like that instead of the dark-eyed stranger. That it was his thing, not the man's, that was buried deep, deep somewhere inside her warm and naked body.
"Oh, Nick," she sighed, stroking his shoulders. "That was wonderful. Oh, thank you, darling." She moaned happily as she felt him suck her breast, then give her nipples a gentle bite. "Mmmmm, that feels nice," she told him, turning so that he could suck and bite the other one as well. Her entire body was alive and tingling, her cuntal walls soaked with the lather of her sexual joy. Nick's warm penis was still deep within her, and as she felt his magnificent hugeness, Bonnie Mae realized that he hadn't yet shot his load. So she began to move her pelvis again, rotating it in little circles, thrilling to the incredible vastness of the swollen cock that was filling her saturated pussy to capacity. "It's your turn now, Nick," she whispered as she continued her rhythmic fucking.
The girl's jade eyes widened in surprise when she felt Nick's distended spearhead suddenly vacate her vagina. "Turn over, honey," he whispered in a shaky voice, his dark eyes burning with a need that had to be met. Bonnie Mae longed to give the man she loved the same joy he had given her so she quickly obeyed, rising on all fours.
Little Tracy, still spying from his concealed hiding place, gasped at the sight of the babysitter's rounded white buttocks rising in the air, at the brightness of the oozing cuntal membranes that were exposed when she spread her legs for the man crouched and waiting behind her. The boy could see Bonnie Mae's big tits dangling, their rosy nipples pointing at the carpet, and he licked his lips, wondering how it would feel to suck on them like the man had done. Maybe they taste good like lollipops, he speculated.
The lovely teenager sighed as she felt Nick's mighty pole of flesh rubbing against the sponginess of her vaginal walls once again. She spread her legs further and pumped backwards, offering him more of her syrupy pussy. She closed her eyes as her voluptuous, naked body worked back and forth, her enormous breasts undulating as she balanced herself on her hands and knees.
Nick's swollen, lust-thickened prick slid in and out with carefully measured strokes for the man was timing himself perfectly. Unaware of what was to come, the girl relaxed, letting her hips work in harmony with those nestled against her buttocks. Skillfully, without losing a single stroke in the steady rhythm of their finely attuned bodies, Nick completely withdrew his slippery cock from the redhead's oozing cuntal opening and tightened his grip on her hips. When her pumping behind came towards him again, the man inserted his huge, dripping prickhead into the pink and unsuspecting opening directly between the girl's smooth, spreading buttocks.
Bonnie Mae uttered a sharp cry of protest and her entire body stiffened as her anus puckered violently. "OH, GOD!" she gasped as this previously unviolated passageway was forced to stretch wide in order to accommodate its vast, determined invader. Sharp pains shot through the girl's rectum as Nick's great phallic length continued to burrow. "IT HURTS!" she cried, clenching her buttocks tightly. But Nick's hands held her firmly in place.
Little Tracy's eyes widened and his heartbeat matched that of a frightened rabbit. The sweating stranger was doing something to Bonnie Mae that she didn't like, yet, for some strange reason, it excited him to watch her squirm and cry out as the man continued to hurt her. Whatever he was doing, Tracy could tell that the man was enjoying himself. Sweat rolled down his face and along the ridges of his spinal column, trickling down into the hairy recess of his behind. His dark eyes glittered and his muscles bulged as he held the babysitter firmly in place. He thrust his hips forward mercilessly until his enviable penis disappeared somewhere inside her.
As the boy listened to the man's grunts of pleasure, his jaw grew slack and he tugged harder at his small but throbbing penis, trying to feel some of the strange, mysterious sensations that the man must be feeling, knowing, somehow, that whatever the stranger was doing to Bonnie Mae felt far better than whatever his fingers could do.
"Relax, honey," Nick whispered, his hand reaching down to stroke the girl's vulva. As his searching fingers slithered across the wetness of her cuntal membranes, Bonnie Mae gasped again . . . this time with pleasure. When Nick found the hot bud of her clitoris, he stroked and pinched it until it began to swell and tingle. Gradually, Bonnie Mae's tense body began to relax and her hips began to move once again. Nick's middle finger slid up into her saturated vaginal opening and he began to slide it in and out, pressing against the thin connective tissue between her vagina and rectum. As Nick's middle finger penetrated the girl's soaked vagina, he continued to fuck her asshole with his prick while his forefinger plucked away at her fiery clitoris.
Bonnie Mae's rectum was no longer indignant. It relaxed, stretching to welcome its determined conqueror. Never before had the girl felt so totally possessed by a man. Her entire body was aflame and she began to pump backwards so Nick's big cock could penetrate her asshole even further. Her cunt was saturated with the juices of her passion, now, and it trickled down the paleness of her inner thighs. She felt as if she'd burst with sexual excitement for never in her life had she been so thoroughly and magnificently fucked. Nick was infiltrating her splendidly, masterfully, and she surrendered herself in total submission. "Mmmmmm," she moaned, lifting her buttocks higher to claim more of his burrowing length.
Nick thrilled to the knowledge that he had conquered Bonnie Mae completely. He, alone, had claimed her as no other man had done before him. His cock had penetrated her virginal rectum and the girl had enjoyed her introduction to this diverse sexual act as much as he! The sense of power surging through his veins intoxicated Nick and his passion mounted. The exquisite tightness of the girl's dilated rectal opening grasping his great, pistoning shaft of flesh brought him to the epitome of sexual stimulation. With one final triumphant thrust, Nick's handsome face contorted and he cried out in wild abandon as his hot semen exploded within the lovely teenager's stretched rectum. It splattered against the tender walls of her inner passageway in torrid bursts. Feeling the volcanic eruption deep inside her, Bonnie Mae joined Nick at the peak of sexual excitement for she climaxed once again. United and orgiastic, the naked pair bucked and jerked as ripple after ripple of erotic pleasure coursed through their sweating bodies.
It was then, while caught in the ultimate throes of their passion, that a flash cube exploded somewhere behind them! Bonnie Mae gasped, too stunned to speak. Nick withdrew his dripping cock from her asshole and whirled around, cursing.
Tracy's eyes widened in recognition as he recovered from his temporary blindness caused by the sudden glare of the bright cube. When he saw the familiar figure behind the poised camera, he retreated further into the shadows, his heart hammering. The boy stood backed against the wall, unable to move. He knew that there was going to be trouble and he was scared. The babysitter and that man were doing something wrong and he was bad, too, for watching them like this. I mustn't get caught! he realized. But his bare feet seemed rooted to the carpet and he remained trapped and unnoticed in the dark of the corridor.
Nick turned to face the platinum-haired woman with the camera, his face twisted with fury.
Liz Conway gasped, staring at the naked man with the enormous penis with an incredulous look on her face. It's not Ralph! she realized, her jaw slack. As Nick lunged forward, his dark eyes blazing, Liz's throat tightened with fear. What's he going to do? What the hell have I got myself into? she wondered, backing off. "Who-who are you?" she croaked.
"Never mind who I am!" Nick replied in a thunderous voice, his face just inches from her. "Who the hell are you? And what's with the fucking camera?"
"It's Mrs. Conway," Bonnie Mae told him, regaining her senses. The teenager scrambled for the clothes she had dropped when she'd stripped for Nick and dressed hurriedly. Her fingers trembled as she jerked her arms through her green shirt. Jesus, what's going to happen now? she asked herself, wriggling into her denim pants. I don't give a shit about this job anymore but I sure as hell don't want to get Nick into trouble.
Nick grabbed the camera from the stunned woman, ripped open the case to tear out the film, and threw the camera on the floor. "That's what I think of your photography!" he told her, his face ominous.
The sound of the camera crashing to the floor sent the blood coursing through little Tracy's veins once again and he was able to move at last. His heart in his mouth, he scurried noiselessly down the dark, carpeted corridor to his bedroom. The frightened boy closed the door behind him and jumped into bed. He lay huddled and whimpering with the covers pulled over his head as he listened to the angry voices from the living room.
"You b-better get out of here," Liz told him in a tremulous voice. Her tongue felt thick and her pulses were racing but she tried not to show it. "I don't know who you are," she went on, trying to keep her voice level, "but this is my house and if you don't get out right now, I'll call the police!"
That was the wrong thing to say. Nick grabbed her slender arm and the woman grew pale with fright as his livid face loomed even closer. "I wouldn't do that if I was you," he threatened through clenched teeth. "It wouldn't be smart, lady. Because I wouldn't like it, understand?"
Liz's tongue darted out to slide nervously across her dry lips. The man's fingers were bruising her arm and her heart was pounding. "Okay, okay," she said, her voice raspy. "Let's just not have any trouble, huh?" She shifted her frightened eyes to Bonnie Mae. "Look, kid," she pleaded. "Why don't you and your fella just go. We'll let bygones be bygones, huh? Let's just forget we ever knew each other, all right? I mean, you two go your way and I'll go mine." With her free arm, she reached into the large handbag looped over her shoulder and took several bills from her wallet. "Here," she said, offering them to the girl with trembling fingers. "Your final pay. Now we're all squared away. And no hard feelings, okay?"
Bonnie Mae observed her former employer's shaking hand and white face and knew that the woman wasn't going to make trouble. Nick was scaring the shit out of her and the girl was glad. She accepted the money and slid it into the pocket of her denim pants with a feeling of satisfaction. The girl had always sensed Liz Conway's dislike for her and she was pleased to see her cowering like this. It served her right.
Seeing how scared the blonde woman was, Nick finally released his iron grip on her arm. He reached for his clothes and pulled them on leisurely, taking his time. His anger was subsiding now for he knew he had Liz Conway under control. He had the upper hand now and he was determined to keep it. He was certain that the trembling, wide-eyed woman would not dare blow the whistle on him if he threw a big enough scare into her.
"I hope you mean that, lady," he taunted in a mocking tone. "Because I have lots of friends, you know what I mean? And they get awful upset when things go wrong for me." He paused for emphasis, zipping his fly. "In fact, my friends worry me now and then and you know why? Because they just can't seem to control their awful tempers."
Liz swayed, her temples pounding. He must be linked to the underworld, she thought, feeling faint. Holy shit, I could wind up bleeding in some dark alley. Maybe even killed!
Nick shook his handsome head and breathed an exaggerated sigh. "I've seen my friends do some terrible things." He shot her a menacing look. "And I'd hate like hell to see anything happen to a nice lady like you." As he buttoned his shirt, he glanced over his shoulder to Bonnie Mae. "Right, honey?"
The girl nodded, linking her arm through Nick's. She was proud of her man, of the way he had brought Liz Conway to her knees. She was thoroughly enjoying watching the platinum-haired woman squirm and she couldn't resist giving the knife an extra twist. "I don't think she'll have to worry about your friends, honey," the babysitter said. "Not as long as she keeps her mouth shut. If she behaves herself, maybe your friends will go easy on her. And if she doesn't make waves, we won't either." She shot the woman a disdainful look. "You know, we could go to the police ourselves. But I don't think you'd like being charged with attempted blackmail."
Liz looked confused as well as frightened as the haughty couple sauntered to the front door.
"Don't try to look so innocent, Mrs. Conway," Bonnie Mae hurled over her shoulder as she turned the knob. "I'm sure you weren't taking our picture to paste in your family album!"
Nick and Bonnie Mae were grinning as they made their way to his car but they contained their laughter until they had climbed inside.
"You sure had her crapping in her pants, Nick," the redheaded teenager praised, snuggling up to him as they pulled away from the curb.
"Yeah, but it cost you your job, baby. Sorry!"
"Sorry?" the girl repeated incredulously. "Oh, Nick, how can you even say that?" She put her head on his shoulder and sighed. "I never knew that making love could be so thrilling," she told him, her voice dreamy. "I'm warm and tingly from my head to my toes. I feel all lit up and glowing, like a Christmas tree!"
Nick lifted his right hand from the steering wheel to stroke her hair tenderly. "I know, honey. I feel the same way myself." His hand slid down to circle her shoulder. "Where to, honey? My place?"
Bonnie Mae nodded, smiling happily. "As long as my mother still thinks I'm babysitting, let's make the most of tonight, Nick."
The moment they left, Liz started to shake.
To think I've been leaving my son with a slut like that, she thought as she picked up the broken camera and exposed film and put them into her large shoulder bag. She let the purse slide from her shoulder onto the coffee table and held her head in her hands. And I've been accusing poor Ralph of fooling around with that little bitch when it was someone else all along. She thought of Nick and shivered. Someone so dangerous he's connected with the Mafia! Maybe he's even a gangster himself. God only knows what crimes that man has committed. And he and that disgusting girl were alone in this house with my baby!
Her eyes stinging, Liz hurried to her son's bedroom to check on him. The distraught housewife was upset by the veiled threats that she had just received as well as the shock of seeing a fifteen-year-old girl willingly submit to a sexual act that Liz considered perverse and utterly repulsive. When she saw the boy lying quietly under the covers with his eyes tightly closed, she breathed a shaky sigh of relief and tip-toed down the corridor. Thank God he didn't see anything! she thought, turning into the kitchen to pour herself a shot of bourbon.
At the sound of a key turning in the lock, Liz jumped so that the amber liquid she was pouring sloshed over the sides of the shot glass and spilled onto the counter top. "Oh," she gasped when her husband walked through the back door. "It's you!"
Ralph took in his wife's pale face and the open bottle of whiskey she held and his mouth went dry. "Liz, what's wrong?" he cried. "Is Tracy all right?"
Liz leaned against the counter, nodding wearily. "He's all right, Ralph," she assured him, reaching for the shot glass of bourbon. She lifted it up to her lips with trembling fingers and downed the fiery liquid in a few swallows.
Ralph's tense body relaxed. Nothing had happened to his beloved son! Still, he looked puzzled. "But why are you home so early? And why the booze?" It wasn't like his wife to drink alone and Ralph's mind darted in a different direction. Once again, he stiffened. Had Liz found out about him and the babysitter? Come to think of it, she has been acting funny lately, he remembered, biting his lip. But how the hell could she know? I covered all my tracks so carefully, he thought.
"Where's Bonnie Mae?" he asked, craning his neck to peer into the living room.
"I fired the fucking little bitch!" Liz shrieked, her voice nearly hysterical. "I won't have a teenage whore taking care of my son!"
Ralph's face lost its color. "Take it easy, honey," he consoled, grasping his wife's shoulders. "You're getting yourself all worked up." What about? he wondered, his heart beating heavily. Does she know about the kid and me? Jesus Christ, I hope that fool kid didn't tell her anything! Surely the little idiot doesn't think I care about her? Holy shit, did she confess everything to Liz with the crazy idea I'd divorce Liz and marry her?
"Why shouldn't I get worked up?" Liz retorted shrilly. "Now that I know what's been going on around here?"
Ralph looked at his wife with one corner of his mouth twitching. "What do you mean, Liz ?" he asked in a dull voice.
"I mean I came home early and found her and a grown man fucking away for all they were worth! Right in the middle of our living room!" Liz was so outraged that she failed to detect Ralph's deep sigh of relief or note how suddenly the color returned to his cheeks. "And do you know where that bastard was screwing the kid? In her asshole!"
As Liz turned to pour herself another shot of bourbon, Ralph chuckled inwardly. Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bitch! he thought with grudging admiration for Bonnie Mae. That kid is really a dynamo. I should have had her give me lessons. She's a damn good liar, too. Pretending to have her period so she could let some other prick come over here and ram her tonight. And up her ass, no less!
"So you see why I had to fire her, Ralph," Liz went on, turning to face him. "I never did like that girl, you know. Right from the start, I knew there was something funny about her, something I didn't like." She lifted the amber liquid to her lips and swallowed. "I'll have to get someone else over the weekend. And this time, I'll hire an older woman!"
As she sipped her bourbon, she looked up at Ralph, knowing that she would always have to keep a sharp eye on him. From now on, she would avoid throwing temptation in his path the way she had done with that precocious kid with the queen-size knockers. Liz realized that she still loved her good-looking, gray-eyed husband even if he was a weakling when it came to the opposite sex.
The surprise on Ralph's face was genuine even though his words were false. "Well, I must admit I'm shocked, Liz," he told his wife. "Bonnie Mae seemed so sweet, so innocent. She seemed to be a good babysitter for Tracy. The boy was nuts about her, you know?" He shook his head in mock disbelief. "The whole thing seems incredible, honey. To think she'd go and do something like that when we've been so good to her, when we've trusted her. And the worst part of the whole thing is that she's just a kid!"
Liz finished her second shot of whiskey, finding comfort in its spreading warmth. "Well, she may be a kid but she sure wasn't playing hopscotch with that guy." The slender blonde set her shot glass on the counter. "He looked mean, Ralph," she added in a low voice. "Real mean. In fact, he scared the hell out of me." Her voice caught. "I hope I never see him again!"
Ralph put his arms around his wife. "My poor baby," he soothed, holding her close. "Coming home to something like that." He frowned. "Why did you come home early, dear?"
Liz sighed. "I had a terrible headache, Ralph," she lied. "It got so bad that Stella offered to fill in for me so I could come home. And when I did, I got the shock of my life." Now it was her turn to frown. "How come you're home already? I thought you were going to be late tonight."
"So did I," Ralph answered easily. "But one of my appointments was canceled at the last minute so I just stopped for a drink, then came on home." His hands began to caress his wife's shoulders. "How's your headache now, honey ?"
Liz sensed the subtle change in her husband's manner and she knew what it meant. "Better," she told him. "Maybe the whiskey helped. Either that or the shock I had."
"Come on to bed then, baby," he urged, his hands sliding down to squeeze her trim buttocks. Ralph's balls were loaded and aching for release. He'd been looking forward to fucking Paula Grenshaw tonight. When that fell through at the last minute, he'd gotten himself all set for a blow-job from that little red-haired firecracker. But those plans had been thwarted, too. At this point, Ralph was ready to settle for his own wife. "What do you say we get a little action ourselves?"
Liz felt a tingling in her thighs and she rubbed her throbbing pussy against Ralph's hardening prick. "Let's" she agreed, smiling up at him with glassy eyes. The bourbon was beginning to take effect and Liz felt unusually loving toward the man she'd been cursing for days now. The guilt she felt for accusing him so unjustly added fuel to the fire of her emotions. As they headed for the bedroom, Liz was determined to give her husband a hell of a good fucking. She had to make up for thinking such awful things about him. That he was a filthy lecher, a perverted debaser of innocent children. Even worse, she had to pay penance for those faithless hours she had spent in that motel room with Bill Evans.
Liz undressed and turned back the bedding.
She lay on her back and spread her slim legs invitingly, offering her glistening pussy to her husband. As Ralph climbed on top of her and slid his big prick into her receptive cuntal opening, he thought of the stag film he'd seen the night before and he pumped in and out of his wife's cunt with rare gusto.
As their naked bodies intertwined, moving together with practiced perfection, the small boy down the hall lay wide-eyed and panting in his darkened room. Visions of the naked babysitter and the dark-haired stranger kept flashing through his young and impressionable mind while his fingers worked back and forth, feverishly, inside his pajama bottoms.
The red Riviera pulled up in front of the apartment building and Nick jumped out to open Bonnie Mae's door. The curvaceous teenager got out of the car and smiled at the dark-eyed Italian. She loved everything about Nick. His handsome face, his dazzling smile, the way his masterful body thrilled her to the very depths of her being. And the way he remembered all the little courtesies that mean so much, that make a girl feel special and cherished.
They entered the foyer and ascended the creaking staircase side by side, treading softly. For the first time, Bonnie Mae didn't even notice the musty smell of the old building, how dingy the walls were, or how the ceiling was chipped and peeling. She was only aware of the man beside her. "Thank God it's past old Mrs. Cusack's bedtime," the auburn-haired beauty whispered, suppressing a giggle. "She'd insist I hurry right down to Mother."
"Well I insist that you hurry right up to my place," Nick retorted softly, with a teasing grin, his arm circling her small waist.
They climbed the final stair and turned down the hallway and Bonnie Mae stiffened. Feeling her body tense under his touch, Nick's forehead creased and he turned to follow her narrow-eyed gaze. A big-titted woman in her early-twenties stood outside Nick's door, her fist poised in the air as if she were about to knock.
"Nicky," she greeted in a sugary voice, dimpling as he approached. "I was gonna pay a little surprise visit but I see you're busy tonight." Chewing a mouthful of gum, the woman shot Bonnie Mae an unfriendly glance, then quickly focused her attention on the handsome young Italian.
"That's right, Sherry," Nick told her, tightening his grip on the teenager's waist. "I am busy."
Sherry chewed noisily, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, throwing her hip forward in a seductive pose. "Well, maybe we can get together tomorrow night, huh, Nicky?"
"I don't think so, baby," Nick said, pulling the redhead close. "You better find yourself a new playmate, honey. Because I'm going to be real busy from now on."
The young woman stared at him, cracking her gum angrily. "What is this, Nicky?" she asked, her cheeks brightening. "You kissing me off or something? What the hell did I do?
Seems to me I been real good to you."
"Cool it, Sherry," Nick soothed, giving her a disarming smile. "You haven't done a thing, baby. It's just that I'm crossing all you dolls off my list." He turned to smile at Bonnie Mae. "Everyone, that is, except this gorgeous creature."
Sherry crossed her arms, creating a shelf for her enormous bosom. "Yeah? What's so special about her?" she wanted to know, glaring at the lovely girl beside Nick.
"She's going to be Mrs. LaRocco, that's what makes her so special," he replied, grinning broadly, his teeth startling even in the dimness of the hallway.
While Bonnie Mae stared at Nick with large jade eyes and an oval mouth, the big-titted woman swore softly. "For Chrissakes, Nicky, I never thought you'd go that far. All the way to the fucking altar!" Cracking her gum furiously now, she shot Bonnie Mae an envious glance. I wonder if he knocked her up? she asked herself. "Well, congratulations," she offered, her voice as insincere as her smile. She's getting herself a damn good cocksman, she thought. And her gain is my loss. Nick's one of the best! Ah, but what the hell, she decided philosophically, there are plenty of other studs willing to hump me. "Well, I hope you'll both be very happy," she said, turning away. "And don't forget to invite me to the wedding," she added with a parting wave.
The young woman hurried down the hall, her huge breasts bobbing purposefully. There was no sense in wasting any more time here. Sherry was in the mood for action and the throbbing between her legs had to be satisfied. She hurried down the stairs and out the door to find another prick to fill her aching hollow.
Bonnie Mae didn't speak until they were inside Nick's apartment. "Did you really mean what you said, Nick?" she asked in a small voice as he took her in his arms. "You weren't just saying that to get rid of her?"
"I really meant it, Bonnie Mae," he said, gazing tenderly into her eyes. "I'm crazy about you, baby, and I don't want you putting out for anyone else." He gave her a little shake. "You got that straight?"
"Oh, Nick," the girl sighed. "I don't want anyone else. Not now. Not since I've found you."
"I'm really glad to hear that, honey," he told her. "Because I'll break your ass if you ever spread those pretty legs of yours for anyone but Nick LaRocco from now on!" The girl threw her arms around his neck, squealing with joy. "Hey, there won't be any problem with your old lady, will there?" Nick asked with a worried frown. "I mean, getting her permission. You are underage, you know."
The ecstatic teenager laughed and shook her head. "You don't have to worry about getting permission from dear old Mom," she told him. "I bet she'll be as happy as I am. This is what she's been waiting for, Nick. Her freedom. Now she can quit the job she hates, leave the Chicago climate she's always been complaining about, and wash her hands of me all at the same time. Now, she can go live with her precious sister down in Florida. She'll be rid of me at last!"
"But you'll never be rid of me, Bonnie Mae," he said, his face compassionate. "I love you, honey, and I want to spend the rest of my life proving it to you."
"And I love you, Nick," she said, her eyes misty.
He pulled her close and lowered his lips on hers. The girl ran her fingers through his hair and slid her tongue into his warm mouth. She strained against him eagerly, her body alive and glowing. Bonnie Mae was happier than she ever dreamed possible. She was actually going to become Nick's wife, the mother of his children! They were going to walk through life side by side as man and wife, planning, working, and growing old together.
When they finally drew apart, Nick touched the tip of her nose with his forefinger. "This, my lovely fiancee, calls for a celebration. I'll fix us a drink."
He disappeared into the kitchen and Bonnie Mae heard the clink of ice cubes against glass. She whirled about the room, hugging herself. The beautiful redhead felt as if she were dreaming, that any moment now, the alarm clock would jar her back to reality. But as she whirled in front of the full-length mirror framing the closet door, the girl knew by her flushed cheeks and dancing eyes that this was really happening.
The girl paused, her arms dropping to her sides as she studied her reflection. Her long auburn hair spilled across her shoulders and the green of her outfit emphasized the jade of her eyes. Even beneath the heavy denim fabric, her full young breasts jutted proudly.
As she stood admiring her small waist and flaring hips, her mother's frequent taunts echoed through her mind. You're a fool, Bonnie Mae, a crazy dreamer. But someday, you'll wake up and face reality.
But Bonnie Mae had been awakened. Wonderfully and completely awakened. And reality was even better than all her fantasizing. The former babysitter knew, now, that she had finally found that intangible something she'd been searching for all her life. She'd discovered it with Nick. Together, they had found love. And she felt totally fulfilled.
As she saw Nick come up behind her in the mirror, smiling as he offered a drink, Bonnie Mae turned to face the man she loved, knowing that she had proved her mother wrong. As she and Nick lifted their glasses high, touching them in a silent toast to their future, the radiant teenager knew that happiness wasn't limited to the fairy tales she'd read to Tracy. Despite what she'd been told most of her young life, Bonnie Mae Owens knew, from experience, that dreams really can come true!