Chapter 4
"Oh, no!" Wanda Blake moaned softly when I slipped one hand under her chin, tipped her pretty head back and pulled my throbbing cock from her sweet mouth.
"Easy, honey," I said very softly and kissed her just below her right ear. "You're going to get what you want later, of that you can be sure." ("When your old man isn't around to be an eye witness," I might have added.)
"But your cock tastes so much better than that old plastic one I've gotten used to," Wanda moaned and I was wondering if she really wanted me to have an orgasm in her mouth or if she was trying to prevent me from fucking her mother in the ass as I planned on doing.
I managed to get to my feet without letting my throbbing cock brush against her satin smooth flesh. That would have been all it would have taken to make my cock spurt forth all over that lovely innocent child. Christ! I'd never been so close to having an orgasm without doing any fucking.
I pushed the child back onto the sofa being careful not to let the head of my cock touch that satin smooth flesh of hers. I hated to bind her wrist and ankles, perhaps it was a foolish thing to do, still I couldn't run the risk of her running out on me once my cock was shoved deep into her mother's ass.
It took longer than usual to bind the child's slim ankles and wrist. First because I had to watch it closely to keep the head of my throbbing cock from brushing ever so slightly against that satin smooth flesh of hers. Secondly because I couldn't resist running my hands up and down her soft inner thighs. Christ! those inner thighs were so moist there was good reason to think the girl had come while she'd sucked on my cock.
I wasn't about to put a gag into that sweet mouth that had given such pure pleasure to my swollen cock. Shit! that child wasn't going to scream when I shoved my cock deep into her mother's ass and started fucking. She was going to be watching the whole business and becoming too highly aroused herself to even think of screaming.
"Now don't worry your pretty head about my hurting that old lady of yours, honey," I said patting Wanda's head when I got to my feet after binding her ankles. "She must have had a real good ass when she was younger. The kind of ass that no husband could have resisted fucking good more than once."
"You sonofabitch!" Rita Blake hissed and it seemed as though that was getting to be her favorite line. "You're making us look like lust-filled animals to our only child."
"Now isn't that something Wanda would learn sooner or later with a body developing at the rate hers is and as curious as she had already become about sex?" I asked walking towards Rita Blake where she lay at her husband's feet with my swollen cock swaying before me like a sword.
"You really going to fuck me in the ass?" Rita Blake asked unable to take her eyes from the swaying head of my cock.
"Now you know I have to keep my word to your daughter," I said and chuckled softly. "After all it's important she knows she can take me at my word."
"Trust you," Rita Blake hissed. "How can she do that after you tattled on her? You did tell us about seeing her lying half naked on the beach, about the boy teasing her titties."
I dropped to one knee beside Rita Blake, slid my hands slowly up and down her smooth thighs. Ah, in spite of those sagging tits of hers that had been such a disappointment, the bitch did have fine thighs, very shapely legs for a woman of her age. And that ass of hers was really something. Oh, I knew a lot of guys who would have said she was fat assed but I liked a broad to have a little meat on her ass.
Rita lay facing me so I pushed a single finger into the very top of her cunt slit and began teasing her clitoris just for the hell of it. Like so many broads, she seemed to have forgotten one simple fact. No matter how closely together they might press their thighs a man could still get one finger into their cunt slit far enough to tease their clitoris.
"Oh, no!" Rita Blake sobbed and her whole body went taut when my finger touched her clitoris and began teasing it even as gently as I was.
"Now I think it's high time we got on with this part of it," I said and chuckled softly. "Your lovely innocent daughter and I do have that little trip to take very soon."
Even while I taunted Rita Blake I glanced at the big brass clock up on the wall. I had no way of knowing how well that clock kept time but figured it was close enough to let me know when Wanda and I should head for Mae Lee Carter's place. That was the go-go dancer who had first called attention to how well hung I looked when seen in profile. I wanted Wanda to meet that very sweet, good-hearted little girl.
Sure I'd spent more than one night fucking that sweet little girl real good. So she herself had confessed to me that she liked going down on real young girls even better than she liked being fucked by a healthy stud. Shit! that didn't mean a hell of a lot to a guy like myself. Not when she was more than willing to go to bed with me anytime I really needed a good fuck and spread those lush thighs of hers wide.
I guess it had something to do with the fact that I was the kind of a guy she could really feel sorry for. She knew that Harold Blake had been out to send me up the river and that most of my so-called friends wouldn't even talk to me. Well, if for no other reason than the risk she took just being my friend, I sort of owed her a favor or two.
No, I didn't love Mae Lee for after that deal my ex-wife had given me I was hardly ready to love any woman. I owed her a favor or two the way I looked at things. Letting her meet my sweet Wanda would be one small payment. Letting her go down on the lovely innocent child's virginal cunt would pay off all my debts to that lovely young woman. When I went racing from my old home town it was going to be a nice feeling to know I had at least one good friend back there. Everybody needs to know there is somebody who might be wondering from time to time how they are making out.
Rita Blake didn't give up fighting until I'd rolled her over onto her stomach and had mounted her. Only when she felt the heat from the head of my swollen cock against the soft flesh of her buttock cheeks did she at last seem to realize that she was going to get fucked in the ass. I chuckled softly when I felt her whole body go slack under mine and glanced up at my old enemy who couldn't take his eyes from my swollen cock.
"I bet you never dreamed of watching a real man shove so much good, hard meat deep into your wife's asshole," I said to Harold Blake while I patted Rita's ass good. "Just remember this is a thrill few married men ever experience."
"He'll hunt you down and kill you if it's the last thing he ever does, Eddie," Wanda Blake said proving she knew her old man better than most of the kids her age did.
"You know it's funny but his being after me from now on won't bug me nearly so much," I said letting the tip of my cock gently brush Rita Blake's asshole. "Perhaps that's because I know I deserve his hate now where before I couldn't understand his being after me, it made no sense."
"Oh, you knew the reason!" Rita Blake gasped, as the tip of my cock lightly brushed over her asshole. "A cheap second-storey man broke into the apartment of his sixty-seven-year-old aunt and finding that poor old woman alone and helpless, raped her three or four times before morning. That poor old woman went out of her mind with fear within six months and had to be put away."
"And this bright husband of yours decided that made all second-story men the lowest things on earth," I said in a cold tone of voice. "Shit! do I look like the kind of guy who'd fuck a broad in her sixties?"
"Do you look like the sort of monster who'd fuck a broad while her husband was forced to watch him not only fuck the wife but go down on his fourteen-year-old daughter?" Rita Blake asked and I guess she did have a point there.
That was one of the things that always got to me. These people who were always so right about everything could always come up with at least one good point to make their way of thinking seem like the only right way. Shit! most of those people broke every moral code, law in the book. They just had a way of making it seem right.
"You've got a point there, bitch!" I said with my blood boiling, as I eased the head of my throbbing cock into that tight asshole of hers. "I think you deserve a good fuck in the ass for making it so well."
"Oh, God!" Rita Blake cried out, as I drove the rest of my cock deep into her asshole, placed my hands firmly on those smooth shoulders of hers and began to fuck her good.
"Oh, golly!" Wanda gasped from the sofa where with her own two eyes she actually saw that tiny asshole of her mother's spread wide enough to take all of my cock just as she'd watched her mother's full-lipped cunt open not so long before to take my hard, hot cock eagerly into its depths.
"Do you think this is really hurting your old lady?" I asked, as I began to pick up the timing of my strokes so that I was really pounding Rita Blake good and hard to force her into an orgasm more quickly than usual. "I know she would like you to think so but that's just not the way it works, honey."
"You make it sound as though adults couldn't live without fucking and yet turn around and lie to us kids saying we are terrible to even think about fucking," Wanda said and she was breathing almost as hard as her mother was even though she was only watching the fucking.
"Can you look me right in the eye and say honestly that's not just the way it is, honey?" I asked and laughed that nasty little laugh. "Shit! do you really think your parents would have stayed married so many years if they hadn't enjoyed a lot of good fucking? You know better. Yet they try to tell you it's wrong for you to even think about sex."
Do you really manage to get your own thoughts and ideas over to a teen-age girl like Wanda Blake? Can you really make her see that you aren't such a monster just because you don't toe the line the way her parents think you should?
"I just don't know for sure anymore," Wanda said in a very soft voice. "All the books I've read, all the things I have been taught here at home. Nobody agrees on anything when it comes to sex."
"Aah! Eek!" Rita Blake cried out sharply and her body began to thrust wildly beneath mine as that first orgasm swept through her from the top of her head to the ends of her pink toes.
I gripped those smooth shoulders of hers more firmly and picked up the timing of my strokes even more. I wanted Wanda to see how often her mother could reach an orgasm, perhaps that would quiet some of her own fears when she learned that reaching an orgasm was just a part of fucking. I knew Mae Lee well enough to know that once she got her hands on Wanda the child would soon discover just how lustful another human being could really be.
It was a good fuck for an ass fuck. I personally don't go for fucking a broad in the ass the way some guys do, at least to hear them talk. I had only fucked Rita Blake in the ass to make her old man sweat a little more. Shit! if I'd felt up to it and not been planning on fucking that lovely, innocent teen-age daugher of his before too long I'd have fucked Rita Blake between those sagging tits of hers just to make that bastard, Harold Blake sweat real good.
I managed to hold back for a .fairly long time. I could have done much better since it was a second fuck, had my cock been moving up and down inside Rita Blake's cunt. It was that tight asshole of hers though and I naturally lost some of my staying power, perhaps because of the tightness of that little hole and all the added friction.
Whatever the reason my own orgasm swept over my body before Rita Blake had come twice. My seed spurted deep, deep into her asshole and she cried out so sharply I knew she was feeling it clear to the top of her head. I chuckled softly when I glanced up into Harold Blake's face and saw that his eyes were tightly closed. That cheap bastard hadn't even had the guts it took to watch his wife get fucked in the ass. Shit! who was he to have the power to hound a guy like myself to death just because I was a second story man, wasn't stupid enough to work eight or ten hours a day for somebody else so they could get rich on my sweat.
"Not bad for second choice, bitch," I said getting to my feet after giving Rita Blake a good swat on that very lovely bare ass of hers.
"You sonofabitch!" Rita Blake hissed and for shooting off that big mouth of hers she got kicked real good in the ass before I moved towards my pile of clothing.
"I hate to fuck and run like this folks," I said and took a deep breath letting Wanda see how full my chest could really become. "Wanda and I are going to take a little trip now and meet a very good friend of mine."
"You're going to take her with you?" Rita Blake asked in a voice choked with pure fear.
"Yes, yes, yes," I replied, as I slipped into my shirt and felt my pack of cigarettes in its pocket. "That should give you and your husband something to think about when you manage to get free of those bounds and go screaming for the police."
"You know that because of his position Harold will have to call the police at once," Rita Blake snapped. "He does have his duty you know."
"I should think that his love for his daughter would come first," I said pulling on my pants, slipping my feet into my loose-fitting shoes. "I know that if I were her father I'd be more worried about her well being than about some stupid position I held."
"You wouldn't understand," Wanda said, as I moved to help her to her feet. "You have no idea how hard daddy had to work to get where he's at."
"And to think that your parents have been thinking of you as a child," I said pulling her into my arms, kissing her hard on the mouth before lowering my head towards those very lovely titties of hers.
"Ooh, my!" she cooed a moment later when my lips closed around the nipple of her left tittie, as my hands slid down her bare back to spread out over her slim buttocks.
I heard Rita Blake sob softly from behind but didn't bother to even glance her way. Wanda was proving to be fare more of an adult than either of her parents. Aside from the fact that she was aroused sexually and about as curious as a girl her age could get about sex and not demand to learn all there was to learn about that subject. I wasn't going to make her beg for any of the answers she so badly wanted.
"Now let's go into your room and get a thin, mini-skirted dress and a pair of loose fitting shoes for you to wear," I said when I could pull myself away from her tittie.
"I know just the dress," she said and giggled just before I smacked that cute little ass of hers good, sending her on her way to the door.
In the bedroom I untied Wanda's wrist long enough to let her slip into a very thin, miniskirted pink dress and a pair of those shoes which consist mainly of a sole and straps that always seem to be popular with the teen-age girls. The pink dress was one I might've picked out for the child. It clung to that young figure of hers so perfectly, was so short that once she was sitting in the car its hem would be well up above where the edge of her panties should be, if she were to wear any.
"What about my panties?" Wanda asked, as I bound her wrists behind her back once more glad the dress unbuttoned down its front.
"You're starting out on a whole new way of life, honey," I said and put my arm around her shoulder to pull her close. "I know it's going to seem strange at first but you'll come to love everything about it."
I knew that Rita Blake was the kind of mother who would have taught her daughter to always wear panties. I could understand that too but like I'd just told Wanda she was starting a whole new way of life. Her days as a sweet innocent fourteen-year-old girl were about over. She was about to become little more than a lustful, sex-crazed creature who would think of nothing but pure distilled sex, sex, sex.
I really felt sorry to do that to such a lovely innocent young girl. It was a mean thing to do to some of those cheap little tramps that ran away from home. She was Harold Blake's daughter though, that was her bad luck. When that bastard saw her again, if he ever did, he wouldn't even admit she was his daughter. I would have bet on that.
Harold Blake was that kind of a bastard!