Chapter 5
They were dressed again. "I hope you fished that envelope out of the wastebasket," said Kathy."
"I'll have to return the money to that horrible Chuck Webster."
"I did. It's all locked in my desk."
"I'm glad you think it's a bad plan," she said.
"It's a good plan," he said, "if I were a dishonest City Manager. Next spring we're tearing down this whole city hall complex to build new quarters. These grubby old buildings were put up in the Twenties, and Cranfield has plenty of money to rebuild the finest city hall complex in the state. Everything gets torn down next spring, level with the ground, and then we dig new foundations-"
"and two or three years later, we move into the new set-up," Kathy finished for him. "I know all that. But I thought we were going to move into the Crystal Building for the time it takes to rebuild on these grounds."
"That's where Chuck Webster's smart. Everybody thinks we're going to move the whole shebang to the Crystal Building as temporary quarters."
The Crystal Building was a large, mostly empty, new skyscraper in Cranfield. It had been built as a national headquarters for an insurance company, but before it could be occupied that insurance company had been gobbled up in a merger with a still larger eastern firm and the beautiful new building remained empty, except for a few local rentals.
"Actually the city has two options. The Crystal Building's one, and the other is the Sawyer Building," said Frank. "It's older, smaller, but also mostly empty. We could actually move in there. Actually it's closer to the downtown area and might be cheaper. That ass, Benbold, the City Engineer's doing a feasibility study on it now. If he okay's it it's in the running."
"And it's owned by Chuck Webster and your wife, among others."
"A fact I just learned through Chuck's note," said Frank sadly. "That really puts me on the spot."
"The City Council is bound to vote for the Crystal Building it's so much nicer."
"Kathy, don't be naive. There're five votes, and Chuck needs only three, and he'll give them twenty-five thousand apiece to vote for the Sawyer Building. If I go along with the Sawyer Building and we talk about economy, and austerity, the whole system will move to the Sawyer Building, the courts, the jail, all the departments, records, five hundred people. For two or three years. It's big rental money involved."
Her eyes got wide. "His figures are really right? Two hundred and fifty thousand for you and Dolly, two hundred and fifty thousand for me, and more than three hundred thousand for Chuck?"
"Easily. Closer to a half million for him. Oh, his plan's sound if you believe in dishonest government."
"But why me for all that money? That's a huge amount just because he he-likes me, or whatnot."
He smiled sadly and shook his head. "Back to your desk, Kathy. We don't want to talk about it. It's super-temptation. We've had enough shocks for one day...."
That morning, after her husband's phone call, Dolly picked up a glass of tomato juice and threw it against the wall, after the tongue-lashing her husband gave her. Damn her wild brother and his wild schemes! He'd really put Frank on the spot and get her into hot, hot water.
But the glass was plastic and the juice cleaned up easily enough and she found herself smiling a little later. So she owned half the Sawyer Building and didn't even know it! So that's what Chuck had done with her divorce settlement money. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Invest that at ten per cent there were lots of ways you could get ten per cent and it came to a steady income of twenty five thousand extra dollars a year. Zing! You could play games with the taxes, or take a chance and not report it at all.
Frank made good money, but it all went out in their big home, cars, and all the socializing they had to do. That Sawyer money could buy Frank that hunting lodge in Minnesota he'd dreamed of so often. Winter months in Florida for her. Nice trips to Chicago.
"Oh, money, money, money!" she enthused. It was almost as good as sex. Why, that money could be the beginning of a good retirement plan for Frank, who was, after all, forty-five.
They called Frank the most honest City Manager in the region. But she'd seen him down after he'd had to pass up something really lucrative.
"Dolly, sometimes I fear I'm building up my reputation so that one day just one time I can make a real killing."
Frank may not know it himself, but she knew he was going to think long and hard about Chuck's plan. Very long and very hard!
Skippy was still in bed, damn the girl. It was eleven and she ought to be out of the house in school, but she wouldn't go. Since her mother had died, Frank had been too soft-hearted with his daughter. Dolly knew she'd never finish high school with her own group maybe not for years. She called it "a prison" and seldom went. Nor did Dolly as her stepmother feel impelled to make her toe the line. Dolly had had too much of that when she herself was young. A mean stepmother she was determined not to be!
The only trouble was, the girl hung around the house too much and that drove Dolly wild, especially on a day like this when her cunt ached for a good vibrator orgasm. Frank had stirred her up immensely with his half-fuck this morning, and now she just plain wanted to get it off, only now, damn it, she couldn't find her vibrator.
There was a good reason for that. Her vibrator at that instant was in the hot little hand of Skippy Scales, her stepdaughter, as Dolly discovered when she peeped around the corner of Skippy's bedroom door and saw the girl lying naked on the bed, sliding the white plastic prick into her hot teenage cunt! Ohmigod!
Skippy lie there, totally unaware that she was observed, easing the sexy machine into her slit with undulating motions of her hips, and Dolly's lesbian fires were immediately aroused. My God, what a precious statuette of glowing femininity Skippy made! Her face was dreamy, eyes fixed in space, dreaming of a big-cocked boy, no doubt. And what a cute face with those sexy, pouting lips. Those soulful, beautiful eyes. Her breasts hung like rich ornaments on her comely torso, red centered with big nipples that strained with her cunt excitement, and there was that expanse of gleaming, nude skin. Dolly's eyes dropped to the center of attraction, the girl's growing bush of pubic hair and that enchanted girl tunnel between her legs, swollen now for the lucky, invading plastic. Dolly could see the ooze of Skippy's cunt oils on the device, and her hand dropped between her own legs to rub herself. Immediately, she got a thrill.
She'd guarded herself so carefully against the hot desire she felt for her stepdaughter's body. Skippy was off limits to her; that was all there was to it. But, oh, God, this morning she'd never felt such a rising desire in her loins to hug a beautiful woman to her own body and give her fuck delight.
Look at Skippy's thighs. Exquisite! And sexy legs, but beyond the girl's beauty was that smoldering, passionate nature that she must've gotten from her mother. Any man or knowing woman could look at the girl and see she was fuck-vulnerable, no matter how attractive or unattractive she was. Dolly had seen men walk into doors, trying to stare at the girl, not so much for her looks but at that aura of sex Skippy cast. Intense. Repressed. Burning. Now Dolly felt her own throat tighten with kiss-hunger for her. Dolly knew that all she had to do was make one off-color crack, or touch Skippy in one wrong way, and her marriage to Frank would be over and her life practically ruined. Yet standing there, feeling her own cunt flow, she felt such wild desire, that it was all she could do to refrain from leaping on the bed and trying to gobble off the girl's sweet cunt.
Well, she wasn't going to do anything as foolish as that, but there was no reason why she couldn't stand here for a moment and enjoy the glorious sight. The most exciting event Dolly could think of was to watch another human enjoying an orgasm.
When that person was a beautiful young girl...
Skippy was straining up now to her artificial lover, lifting her loins and jerking a little. Dolly's finger drove her own cunt to rising, rising delight. Oh, how she'd like to be on top of that sexy young queen, controlling and forcing that love surrender.
"Ah, oh, ah, ah, ah," keened the girl, first shaking and then freezing as her payoff throbs possessed her loins. Dolly could see the sweep of the girl's naked young buttocks as she lifted off her bed, see the clench, read the sweat and the delicious agony on the tortured face. It looked exactly like someone in extreme pain, but Dolly almost felt herself the surging joy of sex completion that flowed through Skippy's abdomen.
Uh, uh, uh, her own belly twisted in sex heat as she watched the scene in sympathetic arousal. Then Skippy fell back on the bed in her after-sex stupor, eyes glazed with the good feeling that took over her body.
Dolly realized that she'd thought of Skippy too much as the nubile but innocent child. Anyone who could throw herself into orgasm with that abandon was a fully developed female bitch, capable of hot fuck action.
"Dolly, is that you?" came the querulous voice of Skippy from the bed.
Heart still racing Dolly closed her robe and walked into the bedroom. "Yes, dear. Don't you feel well today?"
"I feel sick," whined Skippy. She'd pulled the covers around herself. Dolly went to the bedside and felt the girl's forehead. "You're sweating," she said, her hand enjoying the feel of the moist brow. As cool as any cat, Skippy said: "I didn't go to school today because I thought I had a fever."
"It feels like it." Dolly noted that the clever kid had hidden the vibrator in the pile of covers. Imagine the little devil stealing Dolly's own vibrator and using it so boldly. Almost as if she wanted to get caught.
"Do you hurt anywhere, dear?" asked Dolly. She pulled back the covers and began to run her hands over Skippy's smooth nakedness reveling in the feel of the female flesh. My God, Frank and his first wife had fuck-created a delectable morsel in Skippy and raised it carefully to peak sex ripeness.
"Ah, I feel faint is h and kind of gone all over," said Skippy. "Not bad, y'understand, just kind of ... spent."
I'll bet you do, thought Dolly. "Let me see, Skippy." Her thrilled hands traveled down Skippy's shoulders, arms and then to her breasts. Those glorious wonders rose in delicate white and pink magnificence. Dolly saw that the nipples were soft, relaxed. She palmed them directly, as if to feel for a heartbeat and felt her cunt begin to flow as the erectile tissue hardened to her hand.
"Unk," said Skippy, moving her loins down below, and Dolly understood that her nipple manipulation had sent sex signals flashing through Skippy, who was still aroused, of course.
Dolly ran her hand down the moist, soft and flat belly and couldn't stop herself. She wanted to stop, but her cunt was flowing and her breath was going short. Her hand slid over the slight swell of the girl's belly, touched pubic hair and her finger, as if drawn by a magnet curled under Skippy's pelvic shelf to rub her cunt.
"Ah, oh," gasped Skippy.
Their faces were inches apart. Dolly stared deep into Skippy's eyes and felt the hot sensuality lurking there, saw her openness and her desire. Instead of pulling back, or refusing Dolly's hand or protesting, the girl half-closed her eyes in sex-drugged wantonness. Her rich lips fell partly open, revealing the gleam of her saliva. Skippy moved her loins in sensual pleasure against her stepmother's finger, and Dolly felt the heat, felt Skippy force her finger a little way into the wet tunnel.
Dolly almost fainted. Here she'd set rigid walls against seducing her poor, innocent stepdaughter and this seductive minx was begging for her approaches.
"Dolly, I want I want-" moaned Skippy in her whining voice. It was as if a disembodied hand rested at the back of Dolly's neck and pushed her face down on Skippy's. As Dolly's lips met Skippy's, she was aware that the younger woman began to open her mouth...
It was a luscious, sucking, deep lesbian kiss, Dolly driving her tongue into the young mouth with a groan of despair, while Skippy eagerly captured it and sucked for Dolly's saliva like a young baby on the breast. It thrilled Dolly to her marrow.
Skippy added insult to injury by thrusting her loins up so that she rode Dolly's finger a little way into her cunt. They broke the kiss gasping.
"Oh, Dolly, I so wanted to be friends with you," whispered Skippy. "You're so beautiful. But always so cold to me. So cold!"
Dolly collapsed on the bed and took the girl into her arms. For some unaccountable reason she was crying a little. In order not to outrage Skippy and Frank, she'd put up these artificial barriers with her stepdaughter and deprived her of love, for fear of falling into a sex mistake.
She felt the youngster's heat as she hugged her, the smooth flesh, those wonderful girl tits pressing her smaller ones, the trim hips snuggled to hers, the young, solid heartbeat. Dolly stroked Skippy's back and buttocks, enjoying the sweep of her figure, and its lushness. Next to Kathy Lewis, this was the most exciting female in Cranfield!
Her own cunt flowed as it pressed into Skippy's belly and Dolly knew the girl could sense the hot cunt oils. Far from being surprised or repulsed, Skippy pressed her belly tightly to Dolly's. She was eager to know her own womanhood!
"I'm so sorry, Skip," said Dolly. "Are you having boy trouble, maybe." It could well be that a bad situation was making Skippy like this.
"Oh, no," said Skippy. "It's just that I know you and Dad haven't been hitting it off so good, and I'd sure like to help out if I could."
Dolly slid her hand between Skippy's warm buttocks, down and around to find her cunt. She pressed her fingers into that hot box and felt Skippy's copious jellies. She felt the clit, she forced the two pelvic ridges together.
Skippy thrilled with exotic loin motions. "Oh, oh, oh," she cried in delight. Too entranced to utter a syllable, Dolly began her own undulating motions against the girl belly. Hot shocks of fire raced through her, up her backbone to make her shiver. What a glorious piece of fuck meat!
"Skippy, I'm going to take you," said Dolly, her voice hoarse with sex.
"Yes, yes, yes," murmured her stepdaughter. Her arms tightened around Dolly.
In the soaking sensuality of the moment, Dolly couldn't wait for preliminaries. Driven by her hot lust, she mounted the girl's naked body, spread her legs and began to ride off her cunt on the sharp point of the younger girl's pelvic ridge. As she fucked down and over, she left hot cunt juice on Skippy's pubic hairs, and as she tensed her buttocks and fucked upwards, she gently thrilled Skippy's clitoris by moving the girl's cunt in the action.
"Oh, ah, oh, so good!" cried Skippy.
Dolly's heart pounded furiously. At last her sex hunger of the day was being fed in lush richness. She began to gasp and fuck faster going blind-crazy in her desire to satisfy her cunt on the hot body of the young girl.
Nor had she mistaken the sex drive of her stepdaughter. As Dolly sank into her furious female animal, Skippy, under her tried to get service for her cunt from the older woman.
"Oh, Dolly, I've got to I want it-" said Skippy twisting and trying to increase her own pleasure. The trouble was that Dolly's sex lock pinioned her loins so that Dolly was getting most of the fun. Skippy tried to get her own cunt into the action but Dolly was exceedingly strong in her animal riding, and Skippy almost went out of her mind to feel the older woman miss a couple of strokes before resuming her fast, eager cunt rocking. Dolly was about to blow.
"Skippy, you crazy, hot little bitch cunt," moaned Dolly. "I Skip Skip I wanted to fu-fuck you so badly sooooo often." Then she locked on Skippy's swollen lips again and drove her tongue into the youngster's mouth.
"AIIEEE GO-GO-GOINNGGGG!" keened Dolly and froze in delicious tribute to Skippy's sexuality. Her throbs of completion shook her to her core, rich nerve spasms that made her sob with joy. Even as the miniature quakes lessened, Dolly kept rubbing her cunt on Skippy's pelvis, giving little cries of sensual pleasure.
Skippy laughed in annoyance when Dolly at last released her. "All very fine for you, Mother dear," she said. "Now you've got me as hot as a steel furnace."
"That," said a joyful Dolly, "is something that can be easily cured." She slid down Skippy's body, and plunged her mouth into the girl's steaming cunt. It was like bathing her face in a basic of warm water.
It was Skippy's turn to enjoy ecstasy. The girl had been ripening for years, and at last this year she'd become a convert to the real world of sex. She'd fucked three boys, although you couldn't count one, because that dumb Todd Evans had barely got his prick inside of her before he blew his rubber full of juice. But Skippy was filled to the peak of her youthful libido with the joys of sex. And scared as well. So far her lovers had used rubber contraceptives, and she knew that was dangerous. Anybody could look at Skippy Scales and her bitch animal good looks and predict that she'd produce babies for her men one after the other.
Yet she knew that in a small town like this, the minute she went to some doctor for birth control pills, the word would get all over town and hurt her father. Nor dared she ask for understanding from him, with his uptight attitude towards sex.
"Oh, Dolly, it feels so good. So very, very hoooootttt!" she enthused, beginning to drive her loins against Dolly's mouth. The penetrating tongue, reaching her young clit set up thrilling rise waves of delight, and she was already so hot from the use her stepmother had made of her body that she felt like her guts might pay off at any moment. It was a lot different, too, from her eager but awkward young male lovers who were so involved with their stiff pricks that they seldom paid much attention to her joy. Here was an experienced and sex-enjoying woman who drank her fast-flowing cunt products and smacked her lips. ... That was exciting and somewhat repulsive to Skippy who hadn't gotten used to her own body's glandular reactions. Then when Dolly made a furrow past her clit with her tongue and teased it and used it ohmigod, it was so great!
"D-D-Dolly I think I'm going to have to-" Skippy felt a curious reluctant to give up her sex to the older woman. At first, sunk in the pleasure of her vibrator action, and then thrilled by the knowledge that Dolly spied upon her and rubbed herself, Skippy had wanted to be naughty and see if she could seduce her stepmother.
Now with the sharp, sweet realization that Dolly was going to take her, her reluctance grew. It was homosexual and kind of incestuous, and God knows where it might lead. It was one thing for Dolly, secure in her settled world of sex, to get off her love on Skippy's body. It was another to let Dolly take her belly in wanton lesbian play.
Despite her glowing joy, Skippy pulled back from Dolly's tongue. "I don't think I want any more, please," she said.
"Honey," said Dolly, "I want to send you to happy land. I want to feel your sweet cunt clip off my tongue while your joy nerves twang like guitar strings."
"No, really, Dolly I just wanted to see wanted to feel some of it and try it just a little, but not quite so much."
"Nonsense," said Dolly, pulling the girl back to her suck position. "I'm going to give you thrills no boy could ever bring to you. I'm going to blow your mind. After this, you won't have to go dating around and taking chances with those young men and their big, reckless cocks, because you can get what you want right here at home."
Dolly said it with love in her heart, not realizing how much worse that made it for Skippy.
"No," said Skippy, trying to get up. "I don't want to be lesbian. You're lesbian. My father doesn't know that. I just wanted to try a little-"
Now Dolly was frightened. If she stopped now, this beautiful but inexperienced girl could rightfully say that Dolly aggressed on her. But if the girl gave her her cunt-
She gave an exclamation of impatience, seized Skippy and resumed her cunt suck. "No, oh God," cried Skippy. The added excitement of her protest made her even hotter than before. Dolly grabbed her arms in an unbreakable lock and rode her cunt, not hard, but with all the experience of her happy times of woman love.
Skippy whimpered and struggled, but she was already too far gone. Her belly thrilled and thrilled still more, and the knowledge that she could not help herself made her suddenly reckless.
"Dolly, you've fucked me, oh I AWWWWWWWWWWWW!" It was a rich, deep-belly orgasm, freezing against Dolly's mouth and throbbing off her young maidenhood to the virgin lesbian suck. It thrilled Skippy to her toes as she lie panting in joyful distress under the lash of her stepmother's tongue....