Chapter 9
Truth is stranger than fiction and fate, at times, has a distorted sense of humor. The week after Betty's vacation, she received a call from Al. He insisted on her coming to Boston, or else he would come to North Adams.
Betty suspected what he had in mind for her. She agreed to come to Boston. Her experience with a "gang-bang" made her abhor sex. Yet, a repeat performance with someone like the cocksman would make the trip worthwhile.
Fate's intercessions in the way of a practical joke was having Mrs. Miller come to Boston at the same time. Betty met Al in the lobby of the appointed hotel. As they stood talking, Mrs. Miller entered. Their meeting surprised both of them.
Betty wished the encounter could be avoided. She was in the embarrassing position of having to introduce Al. Her mother, on the other hand, had a contrived legitimate excuse for being in Boston. Her daughter's appearance with an older man intrigued her. So did the man! There was a sensual aura about him. Her ego speculated on whether she could take this man away from her daughter.
Emily approached them, forcing Betty to introduce Al. "Why! Betty! What are you doing here? And who is this nice looking gentleman?"
"My name is Al!" he introduced himself without waiting for Betty. "I didn't know Betty had such a charming friend here in Boston!"
Emily gave a nervous laugh. "Thank you for the compliment. But I'm Betty's mother! Can't you tell?"
"You could've fooled me!" Al replied. "Anyhow, it's nice to meet you. We were going into the bar to have a drink. How about joining us, Mrs. Miller?"
Betty protested, stating her mother's previous engagement. Emily, her ego goading her to attempt a seduction of Al, countered that she had plenty of time. As soon as she registered, she would be happy to join them.
In the bar, seated in a booth, Al passed a copy of Betty's picture to Mrs. Miller. Betty tried to snatch the picture away. Mrs. Miller looked shocked at the picture. Secretly, she was more certain she could effect a sexual liaison with Al.
Emily pretended disapprobation. Her face twisted in a disappointed frown. "Betty! How could you pose for such a ... a disgusting picture?"
"It was easy!" Al answered. "Your daughter loves sex. I figure the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I'll bet you're a swinger also."
There was something crude and cruel about this man. Emily was attracted to him. She suspected what he had in mind. The implications excited her. Her blood started to race with her increased metabolism. An itch started in her cunt. What a beautiful set-up! She could have her cake and eat it too.
He was going to force her to fuck for him to save her daughter's honor! She would sacrifice her own honor. It would be with distasteful reluctance. In the meantime, her objection would be accomplished.
The charade was like a rehearsed script. He made his proposition, Betty argued in vehement protest, and Emily surrendered.
"There's nothing we can do about it, Betty!" she told her daughter. "We can't afford the bad publicity. Perhaps, afterwards, we can work something out." She turned to Al. With proud disdain, she said, "Let's get this over with! The sooner we can get rid of you, the better."
The three rode up to a room of the fourth floor.
At one of the doors, Al knocked with a previously arranged signal. The door opened, admitting them into a room with two other men.
Emily's heart pounded with a rapid beat. Three men! She saw three human stallions! Three studs with eager cocks to staisfy her anxious twat. And the two men in the room were just as anxious!
Emily and Betty were ordered to strip down. Betty stripped off her clothes. Her mother demurred. "I don't think I like this, Al. I didn't expect to prostitute myself this way."
She was becoming very dramatic about this affair. Emily found the excitement mounting. The crotch of her panties were getting wetter. The more she was forced to co-operate, the more thrilling it became.
Al played the tape of her daughter's plea to be fucked. Betty was humiliated by his actions. She stood with her face bowed, ashamed to look at anyone. The threat was obvious. Emily removed her clothing.
A pair of leather manacles were snapped onto Emily's wrists. "What ... what are these for?" she questioned in a frightened wavering voice.
"We're gonna initiate you like your daughter," Al replied. "Want to make sure you get the message." She was pulled to the bed. Her legs were fastened with leather shackles and then locked in a splayed fashion onto the bed. A rope was fastened to the hand manacles and tied to the head rest. Her arms above her head.
Al turned to the two men. "I'm going to warm this broad up for you. Watch this!"
Betty watched with the others as Al took out his horse-shoe shaped dildo. He fitted one end into Emily's twat. As he fitted the other end into her ass, she protested.
"No, no! Not in the ass! Please, I've never had anything in my ass!" Emily pleaded.
"Don't worry! After this session, you'll love it!" he told her.
Her hips wriggled and squirmed as he forced the dildo into her tight asshole. A series of pained protests poured from her lips.
"No! No! Oh! Oh! That hurts! Oooo! Oooo! It's tearing the sphincter! No! No! Oh! Oh! Take it out! Please take it out! I can't stand it!" Emily complained.
Betty moved forward to help her mother. Her eyes were filled with tears! She grabbed Al's arm. "Leave my mother alone! Do it to me! Do anything you want with me! But leave my mother alone!"
His reply was a sharp slap across the face. "Stop the act! You know it ain't killing her! Remember how you loved it! Don't worry! In a few seconds, she'll be singing a different song!"
Emily appreciated her daughter's attempt to interfere. The fake cock in her cunt wasn't bad. She enjoyed the tight fit. It felt like a healthy-sized prick. The damn impaction in her ass bothered her. It reminded her of an oversized enema. Made her want to shit! Also, the insertion was a bit rough. The son of a bitch could have applied some kind of lubricant to make it go in easier.
Al reached for the switch and the twin dildos hummed into action. The vibrations were unexpected. Emily's body jerked as the dull tingling drilled into the erogenous muscles of her cunt and ass.
She was beside herself with ecstatic bliss. Her body twitched as the tingling sensation filled her two holes. The prickling stinging feeling seeped through the tissues of her ass and cunt. It filled the erogenous caverns. The thick wall of muscle that separated her ass from her cunt was bombarded with the vibrating tingles.
Emily's body was afire with electrifying thrills. No kind of fucking could induce the carnal intoxication she was experiencing.
"Oh, that feels sooooo good!" she moaned in ecstatic approval. "Mmmm!" she murmured in sensual appreciation.
She felt the prickling sensation spreading into her buttocks and thighs. Her entire lower trunk was a mass of divinely excruciating tingles. Emily tumbled her hips and moved her pelvis in erratic gyrations.
Emily was no longer concerned about the discomfort of the dildo in her ass. She was too busy enjoying the exciting vibrations ravishing her ass and snatch. Every delirious moment of it!
The salacious stimulation started her venereal cauldron bubbling. Inside her loins, an orgasm was brewing. She was filled with rapture as the turbulent churning intensified.
"More, more!" she cried in eager desire. "Fuck my cunt with that cock! I'm going to come! Any minute now! Oh, oh! I'm coming, I'm coming! It's shooting inside of me like crazy! It won't stop! Shut the motor off! No more, no more! I can't take any more! No, no! Wait! Wait! I'm ... coming again. Here ... it ... COMMESSS! OHHHRRRR!"
The anguished cry of ecstatic rapture gurgled in her throat. During the series of voluptuous orgasms that exploded within her, Emily made limited frenzied coital thrusts. Bound to the bed, she was limited in movement. Her body thrashed in urgent need to quell the sensuous rampage within her. She doubted if she could take any more of this exquisite torture. This carnal stimulation that intoxicated her venereal senses! A licentious delirium that gratified her lustful desires!
Emily groaned in a weak voice. "No more, no more! Please shut it off."
Al turned off the vibrations and removed them.
The vibrating tingling sensations were still present. No cock ever devastated her as this artificial prick had. She doubted if she would ever be the same again.
"Are you ready to cooperate or do I give you another treatment?" Al threatened.
"Yes, yes!" she conceded. Her voice was a weak reply, eager to co-operate. She couldn't stand another session.
The bonds were removed. Emily sank back against the mattress, physically and emotionally spent. She and Betty were ordered to blow the two men.
Betty hurried to her mother, concerned. Al shoved her away, ordering her to concentrate on her partner. The men were stretched out on the bed, their legs dangling over the edge. Both women knelt between the thighs of the men waiting to be serviced.
The men raised their legs, resting them on the women's shoulders.
Emily's ass and cunt still tingled with a dull throb. The effects of the vibrators were still present. A new perverse thought excited her. Aroused her lustful nature! She was competing with her daughter in a kind of sexual contest. Emily was willing to bet she could suck cock better than Betty. Or fuck better! Just being in the same room, having sex with these strangers, was a challenge.
Pursing her lips, Emily drew the cockhead to her mouth. With a slow steady suck, she pulled the prick into her oral cavity. Like sipping on a straw, she drew the hard-on into her mouth in a gradual steady pull. Her cheeks collapsed as she vacuumed the prong inward. Using the same pressure, she reversed the procedure and blew the cock out.
Her lips were clamped about the shaft. As the imprisoned cock moved out, Emily maintained her oral grip. By alternating the suction and pressure, she created an artificial coital condition.
She cocked her head a little to one side to see how her daughter was doing. Betty had her hand on the man's prick. She was sucking his cock and pumping the shaft at the same time.
Emily smiled to herself. There was no style to this kind of a blow-job. It was a kind of wet jerk-off! She was competing with her daughter and determined to beat her. Emily concentrated on urging an orgasm from the cock in her mouth. It was a delicious full prick, succulent; one she wished was pumping into her cunt rather than her mouth.
Her lips encompassed the prick in a tight grip. Her lips sheathed her teeth which clamped down on the imprisoned cock. She felt a lascivious turbulence as her lips slithered across the length of the absorbed dong. Emily's oral manipulations repelled and attracted the cock. It continued to glide in and out between her lips.
The man Betty was sucking off had started to bounce in frantic coital thrusts. The bed shook from his movements. Emily smiled. The guy was shooting his load into her daughter's mouth while she was working on her man. Emily considered her ability superior to Betty's.
She continued to tease the fleshy pole in her mouth with tantalizing licks and sucks. Too bad her husband didn't appreciate sex like she did! They could have some balling sessions! Emily enjoyed sucking cock! She'd even suck her husband's dick given the opportunity. But he never gave her the chance to enjoy any kind of sex!
And sucking these cocks or being fucked during these clandestine affairs made it more exciting! There was something deliciously naughty about it! And the cocks were equally delicious! In the mouth or pumping away in her cunt!
Emily slipped her hands under the man's buttocks. She parted the globes of flesh. Her middle fingers stretched out towards the puckered hole. She pushed one finger into the guy's ass. Using a deliberate rotating motion, Emily frigged him while her mouth maintained its oral magic.
The man rolled his hips in a slow circular fashion, grinding his hole down on her finger.
There was movement on the bed. Emily tilted her head to see what was happening. Al replaced the other man and Betty was sucking him off.
"Suck me off the way your mother's doing!" Al ordered. "None of those quickie hand jobs!"
Al's statement pleased Emily. He recognized oral talent. There was an art to sucking cock! It was all in the nuances inflicted on the prick with tongue, mouth, and lips. In her many licentious liaisons, Emily developed an exciting style. Exciting to Emily as well as her sex partner.
"Mmmmmm!" she crooned in salacious stimulation. Her murmur of approval indicated her enjoyment of the act. It also helped to further stimulate the sensuous ecstasy of the man she was blowing.
Her mouth continued to massage the imbedded prick with firm lingual strokes. The cock in her mouth increased its pistoning tempo. She knew, within seconds, a hot load of juicy come would be spilling into her mouth.
Emily's finger pumped faster in the asshole. A strong pulsation beat under the rectal muscle. It heralded the copious orgasmic eruption a split second before it came pouring out.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured as the salty cream-like aliment spurted into her throat.
She loved the feel of hot come shooting into her. It didn't matter whether it shot into her cunt or mouth. What mattered was the ultimate voluptuous responses to a climax. Emily preferred experiencing a climax at the same time. But a prick spilling out its lovely jism in her mouth was just as exciting.
Emily was an accomplished cocksucker. The glutinous fluid spilled into her throat without any ill effects. She swallowed it, relishing every drop. Her compressed lips milked out the last drop of come. The hard shaft of flesh softened. Her mouth was aware of the lessening stiffness. She opened her mouth to release the flaccid cock.
The first man, sucked off by Betty, had regained his sexual strength. Revitalized by the brief respite, excited by Emily's exhibition of cock-sucking, he was ready for another sortie.
Remembering Emily's plea about a virgin asshole, he insisted on fucking her ass. Emily lodged a weak protest. It was ignored.
'At least use some kind of lubrications!" she insisted. "Show me some consideration!"
The man pushed her onto the bed and shoved his cock into her twat. He made several coital thrusts. Emily's cunt began to sweat. The cock was withdrawn. Emily was given a rough shove to turn her over on her stomach.
Her buttocks were parted. The bullet-nosed cockhead was pressed against the tight puckered hole. He grabbed her hips for purchase. With a slow steady push, his cock insinuated its presence inside the rectal sheath. Emily felt it pressing inward. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp of discomfort as his cock was imbedded deep inside her hole. His entire prick disappeared.
For a while, Emily experienced minor distress from the solid impaction. However, the effects wore off as he started the slow coital movements. Acclimated to the fleshy packing in her ass, Emily moved in tandem with her partners.
No one expected the next scene! Least of all, Emily! The door flew open. Three men entered the room, two with guns drawn!
Betty was just as startled as her mother. The presence of the two men with guns wasn't as startling as the identity of the third man.
Walter Miller, father, husband, bank president, pillar of society, and wrathful avenger stood inside the room.
"Father!" Betty gasped.
"Walter!" Emily cried out in alarm. "It's not what you think! That man!" she pointed at Al, "has been blackmailing Betty. He forced me to degrade myself this way!"
"Shut up!" Walter ordered. His voice quivered with restrained anger. He turned to one of the men with guns. "Check them out!"
Al's clients stood frightened by the invaders. "Honest! We didn't do anything. Al set this whole thing up! We don't even want our money back.
Just let us out of here!"
The man designated by Walter to check the men out examined their wallets for identification. After making some notes, he tossed their clothes and wallets at them. "Okay! Get your asses out of here!" he ordered. "And forget you know any of us! We know who you are. The best way for you two to stay healthy is go home and watch T.V. And remember! Don't call the cops! Or we'll call you!"
"How ... how did you find us?" Emily asked, hoping she wouldn't hear the answer she expected.
"I've had these private detectives following you for the past two months," he answered. His voice was dull, flat! He turned to his daughter. "And you! I never expected you to be a whore like your mother! Or were you two working in concert? Answer me!" he shouted.
Betty began to cry. In between sobs, she explained in halting phrases. "You ... you don't understand, father! He ... he ... was blackmailing ... mm-me! M-m-mother ... tried ... to help me out!"
"That's a lie!" Al protested. "Both of them wanted to get laid. Here! Look!" He produced the picture, hoping the damaging evidence might alter the situation. His eyes shifted from Walter to the two men with the guns, then back to Walter. Fear was etched on Al's face.
Walter Miller took the picture and tore it up without looking at it! "I won't dignify the situation by looking at your obscene work."
"You gotta believe me!" Al whined in desperation. "I even have a tape recording. Proof, proof!" He hurried to present the tape.
Walter Miller turned to one of the men. "Do you know how to erase one of these things?"
The detective nodded. He took the recorder and turned to knob to erase the tape. Miller turned back to Al. "Is there anything else you'd like to introduce as evidence?" he asked.
"What are you doing?" Al exclaimed, his voice almost hysterical. He stared at Walter, realizing the implication. "No, no! I'm sorry about the whole thing. Can't we just forget the whole thing?"
Walter turned to his family. "I wish you women would get dressed. You're positively indecent! And when we get home, we'll finish resolving this matter."
Emily and Betty quickly dressed. The evening had been a complete disaster. Neither one relished the thought of the later date with Walter Miller. His wrath was somewhat subdued in the hotel room. In the privacy of their home, they would incur the full brunt of his fury.
"Thank you for corrupting my daughter and wife," Walter told Al. "Too bad, we won't have occasion to see you again. I'm sure you understand."
Walter Miller escorted the women towards the door. He paused just as they were going out. He hesitated.
"I almost forgot! I always pay my debts. I want to take care of my obligation to you for your efforts." He nodded to the two detectives.
"No, no!" Al protested. "Don't, don't!"
Walter Miller closed the door to muffle the sound of Al's cries and the noise of a beating. He turned to the women. "Let's go home! I have a few things that need to be settled!"
"But, father...!" Betty started to protest.
He slapped her on the ass. She had her coat off. The blow stung her buttocks.
"Don't but me!" he snapped. "What you and your mother need is a good old-fashioned tanning of your backsides! And I intend to do just that before the evening's over. Now, shut up! I don't want a single word out of either of you."
Betty didn't like the idea of being spanked at her age. To Emily, the threat appealed to her. The thought of sexual contact with her husband kindled a lascivious spark in her. At last, he was going to do something other than the usual dull fucking! The prospect exhilarated her. Her cunt began to salivate. She was looking forward to that spanking!