Chapter 2
Even as I had lowered my head between Rita Blake's thighs I was engulfed by the heavenly aroma coming from between the seemingly pouting lips of her full cunt. I had learned that after a broad has been fucked good that aroma seems to have a totally different effect upon the man when he first lowers his head between the broad's thighs. Now if that would be the case for a man who had not done the fucking I could hardly say. I'd never gone down on a broad after she had been fucked good by another man.
It seemed to me that Rita Blake's aroma was even more delicious than most of the broad's I'd gone down on. I only wished that Wanda could see my tongue actually forcing its way between the full lips of her mother's cunt. Oh well, it wasn't going to be all that long before she would know what that felt like, so it wasn't really that important. I'd never had the pleasure of going down on a real virgin before. The idea of driving my tongue deep into the lovely, innocent Wanda was very, very pleasing to say the least. Hell, when I'd first shoved the point of my gun into Harold Blake's face and forced him to let me into his home I'd never dreamed things would go so very well for me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Eddie?" he had asked in that same tone of voice he used when you were sitting in that little room under that bright light down at the local police station.
"You've been on my back long enough," I'd hissed moving into the house behind him with an armload of short thick pieces of rope. "Now it's my turn to watch you sweat for a change."
Wanda had been sitting watching television. Rita had been mending some old socks just like you saw women doing in those old, old movies on television. I'd nearly burst out laughing when I'd seen her sitting there mending old socks for one of the highest paid public officials of our county. It seemed to be out of place, in another time if you will.
"Who is it, dear?" Rita Blake asked looking up from her lap as the two of us moved into the living room.
"Get up and make yourself useful, cunt!" I snapped sharply and she was so startled she laid her mending to one side and rose meekly to her feet.
"Over in that chair, old man," I hissed letting Harold Blake feel the barrel of my gun against his spine.
If he'd tried to fight a little things might have turned out a little differently. He just took a deep breath, moved over to that chair and sat down. I tossed several pieces of rope to Rita Blake and ordered her to tie him to the chair. She started to protest but like an idiot he silenced her saying it was best not to aggravate an alcoholic when he'd been drinking and wasn't thinking too clearly.
"You sonofabitch!" I'd hissed at him as Rita had tied each of his legs in turn to a leg of the chair. "Sure, I'd been drinking the first time you picked me up but you never saw me really drunk."
"Sure, sure," he'd said and talked about not aggravating a person-who the hell did he think he was. "We all know how it is with you fellows."
Christ! if only he'd tried to fight or something. The least he could have done would have been to give me a reason for slugging him good.
That way he'd have been out of the picture and his wife wouldn't have had to be raped in front of their daughter to make him really sweat. Once he'd been taken care of I'd have tied Rita up and had a little fun with the scared child who'd been watching me so closely.
Yah, like I've said before, that Wanda was a real sharp little cookie for her age. Hell, I had no reason to hurt her, no wish to force her to watch while I'd fucked her mother but her old man had pushed me too far. After making his cracks he'd just sat there until he'd been tightly bound and gagged. After that I'd had Rita Blake tie Wanda to the other chair after turning off the television. It wasn't until Rita Blake had backed away from me to fall back onto the sofa that I'd known I was going to strip her naked and fuck her while the old man watched.
That stupid sonofabitch! Well, I guess I was showing him he wasn't as smart as he thought he was, or the king of the county for that matter. As I drove my tongue deep into his wife's full, wet cunt I knew he was really sweating. Hell, I'd sweat myself the day I'd watched my ex-wife's brother fucking her good and Harold Blake was no less a human being than I was though he may have seemed so at times.
I used my tongue good down there in that cunt until Rita Blake had had two more orgasms. Partly I had just been trying to prove a point to her, partly I'd wanted her to feel what it could really be like. Shit! maybe I'd awaken depths of her being that her old man had never awakened. Perhaps she'd be dressing in short, short skin-tight dresses and walking the streets late at night in the hope of being picked up and raped by some stranger. It was possible you know. It has been proven that once a woman gets raped and discovers that the fucking and sucking can be enjoyable even though it's forced upon her, she finds herself wanting it to happen again and again.
Once Rita Blake had come that second time as my tongue worked deep into her cunt I decided I'd had enough and backed off. I smiled down into her flushed face feeling her cunt juice on my nose and chin. The way her eyes sparkled told me she had been well taken care of, sexually at least, for the first time in a long, long while and was most grateful. Of course I knew that she'd never admit that to me.
"I'll bet that old man of yours has got a better hard-on than you've seen him have in years," I said to her, as I turned so Harold Blake might see his wife's cunt juice on my nose and chin proving my going down on his wife had been no act.
"Ooh, no!" she gasped and I chuckled softly knowing what that poor tormented woman thought I had in mind for her. "I couldn't stand to be fucked so soon again."
"Now do I seem like that sort of a brute?" I asked pushing myself to my feet and reaching for her torn dress, since there was nothing else handy with which to wipe her cunt juice off my face. "No! what I had in mind was your showing your lovely, innocent daughter one way of taking care of a boy friend who had a hard-on and still remaining a virgin."
"You couldn't ask me to in front of my baby!" she gasped and all the coloring drained from her cheeks.
"But you know it's for her own good," I said, as I used her torn dress to wipe off my face while I walked over to where Wanda sat with bowed head looking hard at the floor.
"How can you say it's for her own good?" Rita Blake asked in a choked voice even as she watched me drop her torn dress to the floor and drop to one knee at Wanda's bound feet.
"What happens if she and one of her boy friends should park some night and do a lot of heavy petting as it's called?" I asked and placed my hands on Wanda's soft, slim young thighs very gently. "You know what a hard-on a healthy boy can get giving a girl a real good feel."
"Wanda isn't that kind of a girl!" Rita Blake snapped and I wondered who she was really telling that to so often.
"Shit! I saw her lying on the beach the other day; she'd taken her halter off and a good-looking young man was teasing those cone-shaped titties of hers good," I replied and heard the strangest sounds from beneath the gag in Wanda's mouth.
"Ooh, no," Rita Blake whimpered.
"Oh, yes, yes," I said. "Now if she is going to let those young studs get so very, very personal don't you think it's high time she learned to give a good blow job?"
"Oh, baby," Rita Blake moaned. "How could you be so foolish on a public beach of all places?"
"I doubt if it could be called being foolish," I said moving my hands slowly up over those soft young thighs, up under the hem of her short skirt. "You are just going to have to admit that your baby is growing up into a young woman and that she is bound to be curious about sex."
Oh, those soft thighs felt good under my fingertips. Removing the girl's tight panties was going to be pure heaven but that was going to have to wait for a little while. Harold Blake hadn't even had guts enough to stand up to me, to even try and protect his wife and lovely, innocent daughter so he and his wife were going to sweat some more. Not until I'd finished with the two adults would I show Wanda that she was beginning to develop into a very desirable young lady.
"You promised that if I let you!" Rita Blake gasped, as she watched my hands move up under the hem of her lovely, innocent daughter's short skirt, forgetting that I'd promised her nothing, only informed her about what I'd do if she put up a fight and didn't let me suck and fuck her real, real good in front of her loving family.
"They feel so very, very soft, smooth," I said feeling sure that Rita Blake would break down and be suggesting that she give her old man a real good blow job for she just had to keep me from sucking and fucking Wanda, as long as she could.
"I think that I'd better give Harold a blow job before he has his climax in his shorts," Rita Blake said looking me right in the eye, proving to me at least, that she was way, way too good a woman for a man like Harold Blake.
"I rather thought you'd get smart and see things in the right light, bitch," I said getting to my feet with my limp prick so close to Wanda's pretty face that she had a chance to really take a good look at it.
I returned to the sofa, caught Rita by one arm and pulled her up on her feet with one jerk. I wasn't being very gentle, or trying to prove I could be a gentleman. I was showing her what it felt like to be treated like an animal because she had been foolish enough to have given so much of herself to a man as cowardly as Harold Blake.
I shoved her over to the chair where Harold Blake sat bound and gagged. The swelling of his fly told of the hard-on he'd gotten from watching his poor wife get raped. Now that it was too late for him to help her he was trying to free his arms from the ropes that bound them behind him. I patted Rita good on her ass so he could hear the sound the palm of my hand made against the soft flesh of her buttock cheeks.
"On your knees, bitch!" I hissed. "Unfasten those pants and pull them down to his knees along with his shorts. Don't get any foolish notions about touching those ropes or you might get it real good in the ass."
Rita Blake reached up into her husband's lap to open his fly and unfasten his belt buckle. Her hand shook slightly but it never really faltered once she knew she couldn't get out of doing as I ordered. I could guess at the thoughts going through her mind right then but I'd only have been guessing. No man ever sees things the same way a woman does. Oh, he may think he does but he's only fooling himself.
"I can't get them down," Rita gasped, as she tugged helplessly at Harold Blake's pants.
"One minute, bitch," I said and moved to where I'd dropped my clothing, picked up my pants and found the knife with its razor-sharp blade that I'd brought along with the gun. "It's really no problem at all."
Two quick strokes of that razor-sharp blade turned Harold Blake's pants and shorts into strips of material laying loosely over his legs and thighs. I poked Rita in the ass with my big toe and she pulled away the pieces of material her husband wasn't sitting on and he was naked from the waist down. I'll have to confess that I'd not expected the bastard to have a cock nearly the size of the one he had.
"Now watch closely," I said with a glance at Wanda who couldn't have taken her eyes away from the swollen cock that jutted into the air so proudly from between the legs of her father if she had wanted to, and I doubted if she really did.
"You can't make me!" Rita Blake gasped even while she was taking Harold Blake's swollen cock in her hand and leaning forward to lick the head of it ever so lightly.
I swear that as Harold's cock seemed to jerk in that soft hand I felt a slight tingle in my own balls. You have to remember that I'd just fucked Rita Blake real good and enjoyed a fine, fine climax. If I became aroused while she sucked Harold Blake's cock it would surely have to be some kind of a record. Right at that moment I was wishing I hadn't gotten so all fired sex happy back there on the sofa. Hell, I should have waited so that I could be fucking Rita Blake while she was giving her husband that blow job. Every time my cock drove deep into her hot, moist cunt it would have driven her mouth down over his swollen cock. That would really have driven the bastard out of his ever loving mind, but good.
Oh, Rita Blake was used to licking that big, hard cock she held in those slim fingers of hers. You could tell that just by watching the' smooth skill with which the tip of her tongue slid over every inch of its swollen staff before she took its purple head between her lips. I couldn't see Harold Blake's cheeks because of the gag in his mouth but I could sure as hell hear him breathing through his big nose. The man was really working up one hell of a sweat as those soft lips of his wife's moved lower and lower over the staff of his cock. Hell, she had so much of that swollen cock in her lovely mouth that her cheeks were puffed.
I chuckled softly, lifted my right foot and placed my big toe against Rita's tiny asshole. You should have seen the way her whole body jerked, how she began moving her head up and down, faster and faster. I'd been wondering how a man of Harold Blake's age had managed to keep a secretary and his wife both sexually contented and it looked as though I'd learned his big secret. The bastard!
I turned to look at Wanda while she watched her mother give her father that blow job. Christ! I hadn't dreamed the child was an actual virgin as her parents thought. Hell, after what I'd been a witness to between her and that young stud down on the beach she could have been fucked real good, real often. She might have fooled that young stud into thinking she didn't dig having his hands fondle her titties but I'd seen the glow in her eyes, watched her breathe so deeply I'd known better.
I glanced back at Rita and decided she was going to be busy for some time. She was doing something she'd done so often it had become a labor of love for her. Hell, she had both her hands in Harold Blake's lap and was fondling his balls while her mouth moved up and down over that swollen cock of his. A broad, not even one who loved her husband deeply, performed that task with so much lust unless she had done it so often she'd come to love it. I'd been told that most women never sucked cock often enough to really reach the point where they enjoyed that delicious sport.
So with Rita being taken very good care of for the time being I moved to the chair where Wanda sat. I put my hand under her chin, tipped her pretty head back so I could look her right in the eye. I had the feeling that child was used to being talked to as though she were nothing but a child. I was going to talk to her as though she was a lustful cunt like her mother which was just what she was. Any man would have given his right arm to be the first to thrust his cock deep into her virginal cunt and fuck her good for the first time in her life. First I was going to fondle and suck her titties real good for her..
"I think it's high time we had a look at those titties," I said, and let Wanda feel the coolness of my razor-sharp knife's blade against her cheek and wondered why everybody seemed to feel that a cool knife blade was a sign that a knife was so very sharp.
Wanda looked me right in the eye, she hadn't cried a single tear though I was sure that if she could have gotten off by herself she'd have cried until she became sick. She was proving to me that she had as many guts as her mother. It seemed so wrong that two such fine women should belong to a bastard like Harold Blake.
"Now let's remove that blouse first, honey," I said and my fingers quickly went to work on the tiny buttons down the front of that thin blouse feeling the quick rise and fall of her cone-shaped titties just beneath that fabric. "We won't be so crude as to tear your clothing from you. That's saved for older bitches who need to be put in line by a real man now and then."
The blouse unbuttoned, I glanced towards Rita Blake. She was still sucking on that big, hard cock she must have sucked a million times over the years. Her cheeks were even more puffed while her hands still toyed with those heavy balls. I was glad I'd made her tie each of Harold Blake's ankles to a separate leg of that chair. That spread his thick thighs wide so Rita could reach his big cock and balls with ease.
Returning to my task of removing Wanda's blouse I tugged its tail from beneath the waistband of her skirt. I pushed it as far back off her slim shoulders as I could and quickly her cone-shaped titties came into full view. They jutted impudently at me, as I fingered the cool blade of my knife, thoughtfully. I leaned forward to lick the tiny pink nipples ever so lightly.
The tip of my tongue barely touched one nip pie and she took a deep breath as though trying to suck it back into her chest. I laughed softly and pushed her blouse away further. Both of those titties were perfectly matched, both their nipples stood firm and high. The pink and white mounds of flesh beneath them were taut when my fingertips stroked them ever so gently.
I kept licking those nipples in turn and glancing over towards Rita Blake who still sucked Harold Blake's swollen cock. I'd taken too big a risk setting that whole thing up to miss out on watching the bastard have an orgasm with his cock buried deep in his wife's mouth like it was.
Suddenly Rita Blake's head became motionless for a moment, her cheeks seemed to puff even more. I left Wanda to move back close to her parents. I had both of Rita Blake's sagging tits in my hands when her throat began working as she gulped to swallow all the come that was shooting deep into her mouth and throat. Yah, Harold Blake was a better man, sexually at least, than I'd expected him to be.
I let Rita Blake suck that cock good even after her cheeks were no longer puffed. When I pulled her mouth away from it she had cleaned it off nicely. When I rolled her onto her back and reached for a short piece of rope to bind her wrist she saw her half naked daughter for the first time.
"But you promised!" she sobbed and all the fight or whatever it was that seemed to have been keeping her going seemed to vanish as she began to sob bitterly.
"I might have hinted at certain things," I said, as I bound her wrists behind her back. "You should have known that no man who had a chance to suck and fuck that lovely innocent daughter of yours could resist doing so in the end. You should have known you were fooling yourself thinking that I'd let her go if I sucked and fucked you good enough. Christ! Just take a real good look at her, bitch!"
As I talked I bound Rita Blake's wrists and ankles firmly. I tied her ankles to one of her husband's and moved her body so she might watch Wanda and I when we moved over to the sofa for our sex play. Oh, I'd never felt so beastly.
"I hate to hurt the child," I said moving towards the chair where Wanda sat, ghost white. "Perhaps she isn't a real virgin like we think she is and it won't really hurt her when I shove my cock deep into her tight cunt."
I untied Wanda by cutting the ropes that bound her with my knife. I wanted to remind her about how sharp it was. She got my message all right. When I pulled her to her feet and stripped the blouse completely off her she made no objections. When I patted her bare ass lightly she moved towards the sofa as if she were a windup doll who obeyed her controls with no will of her own.
Oh, what a delight she was going to be. Once I aroused her sexually she wouldn't act like some windup doll. Of that my friend you could count on!