Chapter 7
Much to her surprise, Liz found nothing suspicious when she got home from work that night. With quiet determination, she checked the carpet, the bathroom, even the sofa for signs of lovemaking. The next morning, she examined the bedding, as well.
So he was careful last night, she decided as she fixed Tracy his morning cereal. I still don't trust him with that babysitter!
If the boy hadn't stacked his school work beside him at the breakfast table so that his speller slid from the pile of books and papers and fell to the floor, Liz might have missed the stains completely. Her sponge mop may have cleaned away the evidence the next time she mopped the linoleum. But as the slender blonde bent to retrieve her son's schoolbook, she noticed the dried blotches that hadn't been there the day before and knew, intuitively, what they were.
It wasn't until her son left for school, however, that Liz dampened a paper towel, and rubbed at some of the marks, and lifted the towel to her nose. The familiar pungent odor told her, without a doubt, that the stains consisted of dried semen.
Jesus, they must be trying everything, she thought, rubbing at the rest of the blotches with angry swirls. Ralph has screwed the kid on our bed, the living room rug, and now the kitchen floor! Come to think of it, it was unusual to find all the kitchen shades drawn when I got home last night.
Well, that's it! she told herself as she washed her hands at the sink, mentally washing her hands of her cheating husband at the same time. I'll talk to Stella tonight, so she'll be ready to fill in for me any time, now. The next time dear Ralph says he'll be late, I'll just work until Stella goes off duty, then I'll leave while she finishes my shift for me.
Tracy usually went to bed between eight-thirty and nine and Liz was sure that Ralph wouldn't dare sneak back to the babysitter while his son was still awake. He was too smart for that. But Liz was wizing up, too. She would have her loaded camera in the car that night, complete with flash-cubes. After she left the Mood Indigo Lounge, she would drive around for a while, just to be sure that her son was sound asleep before she made her move. Then, she would drive home, park several houses away, and walk the rest of the way. Liz would enter the house slowly and quietly, her camera poised and waiting.
Yes, the platinum-haired housewife was mapping everything out in her mind. She would execute her every move with painstaking care. For she was determined to get the evidence she needed to prove that her husband was a filthy lecher, worthless scum that liked to climb on top of little girls with grown-up bodies. Then, she would see a smart lawyer, sit back, and enjoy seeing Ralph squirm. Let the fucking bastard stew in his own ejaculating juices! Liz thought, her eyes narrowed. By the time I get through with him, he'll be sorry he ever looked twice at little Bonnie Mae Owens!
Elmira Simms giggled when Bonnie Mae told her all about Ralph Conway's proposition. "The big phony!" she said, shaking her head as she opened her gym locker. "Acting so high and mighty, so holier-than-thou about us when he had ideas himself. I bet that big prick of his has been aching for you all along, honey." Her eyes glittered and she licked her lips. "I bet the old guy's good, though. Think of all the screwing he must have done over the years. And he's kind of easy on the eyes, too, you know. Maybe he'll make it all up to you, huh?"
Bonnie Mae's forehead creased to form a puzzled frown. "Make what up to me?"
"You know. Sneaking up to us the way he did, coming home before he was supposed to."
With a wicked grin, the obese girl lifted her soiled sweater so that her enormous tits spilled forward. "Look what you missed out on, honey."
Bonnie Mae's eyes grew wide and she gasped at the sight of her friend's badly bruised and battered breasts.
Ralph Conway's lustful mind was so crowded with fantasies involving himself and the fifteen-year-old babysitter that he could think of little else. The next day, the insurance agent canceled his evening appointments for the following night. Instead, he'd clear up some work in the office, then head for home. Now that the auburn-haired teenager with the luscious body was within his reach, Ralph was obsessed with the thought of possessing her.
He told the girl of his plans for Friday evening when he walked her home that night. "How about you and me having our first lesson tomorrow night, honey?" he asked, his eyes fastened to her incredible bosom.
"Sure, that's fine by me, Mr. Con-I mean Ralph," she corrected with a sultry smile.
"I want to wait till Tracy's sleeping though, honey," he added, his lecherous eyes sliding down to the navel winking at him above her low-slung jeans. "What would be a safe time?"
"I usually see that he's in bed no later than nine," the girl explained as they walked along. "And it doesn't take him long to fall asleep. So it's up to you, Ralph. Whenever you decide to come home, I'll be ready and waiting."
The gray-eyed man saw the babysitter safely to the door of her apartment building, then headed back to his sleeping son. But the man had difficulty walking because of the aching bulge between his legs.
Liz Conway left for the Mood Indigo Lounge well-rested from her long afternoon nap, perfumed from her luxurious bubble bath, and glowing with anticipation. She'd been dreaming of Bill Evans for hours, thinking about their date later tonight, and her slender body was tingling with anticipation. Even though the platinum blonde had just wiggled into her new black-lace panties a few minutes earlier, her crotch felt wet by the time she threaded her way through the thickening Friday evening traffic.
Liz was her usual smiling, hip-swinging self as she waited on customers, but there was an unusual restlessness about her the entire evening. She glanced often at the luminous dial of her wrist watch and her searching eyes kept scanning the faces of unescorted men in the darkened, smoke-filled room.
Time never dragged with such agonizing slowness as it did for Ralph Conway that Friday night. By nine-forty, the man had waited as long as he possibly could to get his hands on Bonnie Mae. The lovely, young redhead smiled at the sound of his key turning in the lock, rose from the couch, and went to greet her lecherous employer.
"Is Tracy asleep?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
The girl nodded. "He konked out a long time ago."
At once, his features relaxed and he let his gray eyes travel the length of the girl's firm, ripe body. Jesus, I can hardly wait to get inside those pants of hers! he thought, his gaze settling on the mound between the legs of her form-fitting slacks. "Come on, honey," he said, taking her hand to lead her toward the bedroom.
Once inside, Ralph closed the ill-fitting door as best he could, wishing that he could lock it. I'd sure hate like hell to have the kid walk in on us, he thought. Then, he quickly reminded himself that the boy had just fallen asleep and the possibility of his awakening was most unlikely. This isn't the time to borrow trouble, he told himself, turning to the voluptuous girl. Not with a juicy, little cunt like this in store for me.
"Let me take your clothes off " he begged, breathing heavily as his hands unbuttoned the teenager's blouse. More and more of the delectable, swollen mounds appeared as his fingers worked each successive buttonhole. At last, he undid the final button and opened the front of her blouse wide to expose the girl's mountainous, twin peaks of perfection. Ralph gasped and his prick sprang to life, pressing hotly against his trousers.
"Do you like them, honey?" the girl asked in a sultry voice, letting the open, hanging blouse slide down her arms and drop to the floor.
Moaning, the man fell to his knees before her, his hands closing around the swollen hills of flesh topped with pink rosebuds. "Oh, baby," he croaked. "They're beautiful!" While his fingers squeezed the firm, white flesh, his hungry mouth sought her exquisite pastel nipples, sliding wetly from one to the other. The girl smiled, loving the feel of his warm, wet mouth.
His head moved downward, pausing to let his eager tongue encircle the high slit of her navel before he reached down to unzip her slacks. His fingers grabbing the elastic of her underpants at the same time, he pulled and worked at the fabric until he had the girl's slacks and panties gathered around her ankles so that she was able to step out of them.
Ralph Conway's swollen cock throbbed painfully as his lustful eyes devoured every tantalizing inch of the proud and naked body displayed before him. His glassy eyes slithered up the creaminess of the girl's firm, supple legs to dote on the fuzzy mound of auburn hair nestled between them. What a luscious looking cunt, he thought, licking his lips. And look at that flat, smooth tummy of hers. Not a mark on it.
"Spread your legs, sweetheart," Ralph panted, his flushed face hovering over the bright-colored "V" between them. "Let me taste that pretty, little pussy of yours." He slid his fingers along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, making the girl tremble with delight. "Open up, honey," he urged, his voice gentle and persuasive. "You're going to like this a lot. It'll feel real good."
How well she knew that! The girl obeyed eagerly, spreading her ivory legs far apart, her love-nest pulsating as it waited, the oils of her cuntal walls flowing expectantly. It felt so marvelous when Elmira tongued me down there, she recalled. She remembered how happy her fat girlfriend had looked when Potsy was eating her pussy and how desperately Bonnie Mae longed to trade places with her. Ever since she watched them that night, the red-haired babysitter ached for the feel of a masculine tongue licking the inside of her cunt, too. And now, Ralph Conway was going to satisfy her carnal desire. Mmmm, I'd much rather have a man do this to me, she thought, the bud of her clitoris poised and throbbing, than a clumsy teen-age boy. And Ralph, here, is good looking while Potsy looks like a bleached-out walrus.
With trembling fingers, Ralph spread the downy lips of the teenager's vulva. Its tender, pink petals flowered, dewy with the nectar of her desire. As he lifted his face to her dripping pussy, the faint odor of her sexual juices pierced his nostrils and he breathed deeply, even more aroused by the smell of her youthful femininity.
His tongue slid out to caress the tender membranes of her delicate inner folds and the girl gasped, sucking her stomach in as she felt its warm wetness. He stroked her gently, slowly, working his way across the entirety of her throbbing genitalia. His fingers massaged her downy, open lips as his tongue lapped up the syrup of her passion with deliciously swirling strokes.
"Ooooooohhhhhh," the girl responded, her knees buckling slightly at this pleasurable sensation. "You're right. It does feel good!"
Encouraged, the man's saliva-coated oral member found the leaking slit of her wanton vagina and darted upward, seeking its spongy, cavernous walls. He shoved his tongue as high as he could, his muscles aching with effort. Then, he withdrew it at a slower pace, flicking its pointed tip across the girl's inflamed, pulsating clitoris. Again and again, his agile tongue found the entrance to her dark tunnel to probe its inner depths.
The lovely girl moaned, her pale thighs trembling. "Ohhhhh, it feels wonnderrfulllll," she sighed, her auburn hair trailing down her back as her head lolled backwards. Suddenly, Ralph's tongue gained momentum as it slithered uncontrollably in and out, flicking its wetness against the fire of her swollen clitoris before each new insertion. The girl's mouth slackened and she began to move her hips in a steady, sensual rhythm that matched every upward thrust of the deeply probing tongue. Faster and faster the wet tongue worked, licking away the milky juices cradled between the rippled layers of the teenager's inner cuntal walls. The girl's pelvis pumped faster, too, her excitement mounting. At last, the man's reptilian oral member carried her to the apex of sexual stimulation and she cried out with uncurbed passion, her erect clitoris fluttering beneath the pressure of the warmly wet tongue.
"Didn't I tell you you'd like it, honey?" he asked, rising jerkily to his feet. His balls were churning like mad, now, and he had to have release! His fingers moving hastily, Ralph shed his clothing and led the naked girl to the bed, his swollen cockhead scarlet with lust. He lowered his nude body onto the bedspread and lay on his back with his distended penis looming like a giant mushroom as he jerked her wrist, pulling her alongside him.
"Get on top of me," he panted.
The girl obeyed his command, letting her round buttocks rest against his thighs as she straddled him. Admiring the man's great pole of flesh, she grasped it like the handle of a churn and began to pump up and down. Ralph moaned at the girl's touch, his huge shaft leaking profusely. Pre-coital fluid oozed from its gaping, throbbing tip to dribble downwards, running onto the fingers that manipulated it with such enthusiasm.
His lascivious eyes sought the luscious rotundity of her twin hills of resilient femininity with their pink and pointed crests. He reached up to squeeze the firm flesh and tease the bright nipples, his breath coming in little gasps. Jesus, what gorgeous tits! he thought, his prick beating painfully as he played with the teenager's enormous young boobs.
"Give me a suck!" he begged, opening his mouth.
Bonnie Mae quickly abandoned his leaking penis to lower one of her huge, dangling tits into the man's eager, waiting mouth.
"Ummmmmm," he moaned, closing his eyes as he sucked greedily. He pinched and twisted the swollen nipple of her other breast until it stuck out, stiff and hot with desire.
Bonnie Mae's pussy was palpitating again and getting all juiced up in readiness for another thrilling penetration. Ralph's tongue had felt marvelous, but now she wanted more. I can't wait to feel his big, hard prick! she thought, letting her fingers slide down to her crotch. She teased the slick folds and crevices of her dripping cunt while thrilling to the persistent tugging of the man's mouth. He sucked noisily, wetly, mouthing as much tit as he could without gagging. This will be my first time with a man and not some fumbling teenager. Her masturbating fingers moved faster. I hope he fucks me good and hard!
Ralph was reluctant to give up his savory mouthful of flesh but his aching blood-engorged cock was purple now, deeply veined, and excreting heavily. He longed to prolong his carnal pleasures, to keep nibbling and teasing the girl's delicious big tits and have her suck on his prick for a while, too. Mmmmm, he thought, picturing Bonnie Mae's auburn head bobbing up and down while he jammed his thick shaft into her warm, wet mouth. I bet those young and tender lips could really slither up and down my prick once I show her how. And I'll teach her how to use that tongue of hers, too! Ralph's swollen sacs were quivering with their turbulent load and his distended joint was throbbing painfully. I've got to fuck her! he thought, releasing the saliva-coated melon of flesh to let it bob and jiggle away. I have to fuck this kid right now!
He reached up to grab her by the waist, guiding her back until her great, white ass hovered over his bubbling, bloated prickhead. The oozing tip of his slippery shaft explored the dripping folds of her pussy until it found the passion-soaked slit it was seeking. Then, pulling the teenager down, he thrust his pelvis upward, sending his massive erection into her cuntal opening.
"Aghhhhh," the girl cried, her lovely features contorting in response to the combined pleasure and pain. Ralph had pictured this moment in his lust-filled mind countless times but it wasn't happening the way he had planned. The lecherous man meant to fuck the teenager slow and easy like, pausing frequently to sample her tits. He'd planned to hold back, to stop whenever he felt his passion rising but now that he was actually inside her tender little cunt, he couldn't help himself.
The man hurled his hips in the air while he pulled the babysitter's body down hard. Grunting and gasping for air, her auburn mane awhirl, Bonnie Mae jerked up and down, her enormous tits undulating wildly. Her eyes closed and cheeks burning, the girl pretended that it was Nick LaRocco's swollen penis pounding into her again and again. Every inch of her sweating body felt as if it were aflame as the man beneath her fucked into her with savage force. The cruel, pistoning cock hurt but it was thrilling her, too. For her mind had transformed it into Nick's cock and she bucked up and down in wild abandon, riding him like a broncobuster. The great, merciless shaft of flesh pounded against the mouth of her cervix, sending hot bursts of masochistic pain coursing through her.
Ralph was almost crazed with animal lust as he rammed the girl again and again. Whimpering incoherently, sweat ran down his legs and over his prickly balls to mingle with the juices of their passion that were already dampening the bedspread. His mouth was open and panting. Spittle leaked from the corner of his mouth to trickle down his chin as he battered the girl relentlessly.
At last, his cruel poundings ceased as the man's burning, swollen prickhead erupted with volcanic force, sending the great spurts of liquid fire into the girl. Feeling the hot semen burst inside her, Bonnie Mae climaxed, her naked body convulsing. At last, she collapsed on top of him in an exhausted heap, letting their combined sexual juices ooze from her violated pussy onto the dacron bedspread.
Now that Ralph Conway's lust had been temporarily satisfied, some of his sanity returned and he was anxious for the babysitter to leave. "We better get dressed," he told her, taking his spent and shriveled penis out of her vagina. "I'll see you home, then, honey. I wouldn't want Tracy to catch us together like this."
While Bonnie Mae slept, her pussy purring contentedly, she dreamed of Nick LaRocco.
Ralph was still awake, however, just lifting the dacron bedspread from the automatic washer. He stuffed it into the dryer and turned the dial, setting the machine into motion. I'll have this looking good as new before Liz gets home, he thought, a self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face.
Little did Ralph Conway suspect that his attractive, blonde wife was going to enjoy a hell of a good fucking herself later that evening!
Just as Liz was going off duty, Bill Evans finally showed up. "Well, hello at last," Liz greeted, joining him at his table. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all about tonight," she grinned, her voice teasing.
His hand reached for hers as he gave her a slow smile. "You know better than that, baby. I thought tonight would never come." Liz smiled back. She could tell by his relaxed features and clear eyes that he had rested up for their date, too. She wondered if he had been picturing how it would be when they went to his motel room, how it would feel when their naked, eager bodies finally became one.
"What would you like to do first, Liz?" he asked. "Go somewhere for a few drinks, then have a bite to eat? Just name it, doll face. I'll take you anywhere you want to go."
"I've been carrying booze all night and right now, I'm sick of the smell of the stuff." Her voice grew husky as she gazed at him with lowered eyelids. "And it's not food I'm hungry for either, handsome."
Swallowing, Bill Evans gave her hand a firm squeeze. "Then shall we go to my place, baby?" and the traveling salesman were in bed together, their nude and sweating bodies clasped together like human pretzels as their hips pumped furiously.
"Harder, Bill!" Liz panted as his dripping, blood-engorged penis slammed in and out of her eager cunt like a thick, hammering bludgeon. Her slender legs curled around his waist and her fingernails dug into his back. "Mmmmmmmmph!" she grunted, lifting her pelvis to meet his demanding inward thrusts, the matted hairs of their dripping genitals rubbing together. Fuck me till I forget all about Ralph and that teenage slut of his! she thought, gasping for air.
Minutes later, the platinum-haired housewife