Chapter 7
"What did you think of the eggs, darling?" Mae lee asked when we were sipping coffee after a very fine breakfast of bacon and eggs.
"I thought the eggs were just fine," I said reaching for my pack of cigarettes and discovering that there weren't more than four smokes left.
"Wanda is a very good cook," Mae Lee cooed. "I'll get you some cigarettes when I go out to pick up a few things and make some phone calls."
"Thank you," I said and glanced towards Wanda who sat there at the table with her head lowered. "Think she'll stay here with me and not try anything funny?"
"She knows that if she gets out of hand she can always be bound and gagged, darling," Mae Lee cooed.
"You two really had a long talk," I said after blowing a smoke ring into the air.
"Wanda has no real objection to having a man fuck her," Mae Lee informed me. "It's just that she did watch you fuck her own mother by force more or less and that does make something of a difference to a young girl."
"If only her father had tried to take that gun away from me," I said in a cold voice. "I'd have slugged him good, tied his wife to a chair and gotten the hell out of there with Wanda. No, he had to be so smart. Had to act as if I were a naughty boy who was to be humored."
"Isn't that what you were acting?" Wanda asked lifting her pretty head to look me right in the eye. "You didn't have to fuck my mother in the ass that second time, there was no need to make me watch while she sucked my father's cock."
I reached under the table and patted Wanda's soft thigh. She was wearing that thin dress again and she really looked like a sweet, innocent young lady. The kind of young lady any young man would be more than proud to take home to meet his folks and show off to his friends. That she'd seen so much sex in such a very short time didn't change her that much.
"Your old man burst into a hotel room where I was fucking a cheap little tramp," I said trying not to sound too bitter for it would seem I'd scared her enough. "I'll admit that I had no right to be fucking that teen-age child. Your old man still had no right to burst in on me like that as my lawyer later proved in court."
"Maybe Daddy was only trying to prevent that poor girl from having the same thing happen to her that happened to my aunt," Wanda said making no move to pull her thigh away.
"Shit! that little tramp was looking for a nice warm bed to spend the night in," I replied. "Every one of your father's men not only knew her name but her record. They'd just watched and waited until they'd spotted the two of us go into that hotel room together and then moved in."
"You just wouldn't understand," Wanda said shaking that pretty head of hers. "You were never a family man like my daddy."
Oh, the things I could have told that lovely innocent child that would have made her hair stand on end. She'd have been shocked to learn about my ex-wife and her brother. Coming from a good family background the way she did that would have shocked her much more than anything that had yet happened, perhaps more than anything that would happen to her.
"If you'll excuse me I'll go get ready to do my shopping," Mae Lee said, as she pushed back her chair.
"Let's go in and catch the noon news on TV and then the radio," I said to Wanda, as I pushed my chair back from the table.
"You aren't going to tie and gag me again?" she asked, as she got to her feet.
"Well now that's completely up to you, honey," I said and slipped an arm around her slim waist. "As long as you're a good girl and don't give me any trouble I can see no need to tie and gag you."
We moved into the living room and Wanda dropped onto the long, low sofa. I turned on the TV and tuned in the station at the state capital for they had been giving Harold Blake a lot of coverage. They seemed to think that his one-man crack-down on second-storey men and other cheap hoods, as they put it, proved that he was one elected official who was actually trying to do his job. Shit! if they knew what a real coward he was.
There wasn't a word on the TV about the fact that Wanda was missing though it was reported that Harold Blake and his wife had been held and mistreated by a cheap hood for hours in their own home on the very eve of the day he was to make a speech before a gathering of Boy Scout clubs. I couldn't help but chuckle when I heard that one. I'd had no idea the bastard was getting that kind of ideas.
"How's it look?" Mae Lee asked coming into the room wearing a pair of skin-tight pants and one of those thin blouses. An outfit that made you catch your breath when you first saw her in it.
"Harold Blake and his wife were badly treated in their home for hours last evening," I reported and grinned. "Not a word about Wanda so maybe the bastard is getting smart."
"It could be the police are holding out, too," Mae Lee said and it seemed to be her turn to stick her tongue out at me. "I want the keys to the car you were driving last night."
"What the hell for?" I asked. "It's a stolen car and could sit out there for days before it's spotted."
"Let's just not take any chances, darling," she said holding out her hand. "I'll drive it downtown and leave it parked in a city parking lot."
"What if you get picked up driving it?" Wanda asked and the kid was showing more sense than Mae Lee.
"You've got to be kidding," Mae Lee said rolling those eyes of hers at us in very much the same way a cheap hustler might have done.
"So the cops just couldn't stop a car you happen to be driving," I said and tossed her the keys.
"Do you really think us go-go girls could get away with our acts if we didn't get to person ally know all of the policemen in town who do happen to be human," Mae Lee said and headed for the door, rolling those hips of hers in a way that just made a man's eyes watch them.
Wanda seemed to pull back into a corner of the sofa when she saw Mae Lee acting like that in front of a man. I figured that while she herself had flirted with those young studs down on the beach she'd never actually seen another woman set out to pick up a strange man. Well, I had a strong feeling that was just one of the things she was going to be learning once I'd made my deal with the man.
"Care to watch an old movie or something?" I asked. "It'll at least help pass the time."
"Yes, I guess it would," Wanda said so I found an old movie on TV, the making for drinks in the kitchen and fixed Wanda a weak seven and seven while I poured some Scotch on the rocks for myself.
"You can be very nice," Wanda said when we'd watched nearly half the movie which hadn't proven to be too bad.
"I was a married man myself once, had dreams of having kids and a good home," I confessed softly. "Then I caught my ex-wife in bed with another man and after that everything just seemed to fall apart. When your father began to hound me I just couldn't stand taking anymore shoving around without proving, at least to myself, that I was still man enough to take a swing back."
"You didn't have to shove that big prick of yours into my mommy's ass while daddy watched," Wanda said. "You hurt him doing that as much as your ex-wife hurt you sleeping with that other man."
"I can only say that a man gets carried away at times when he becomes as sexually aroused as I was there in your home," I tried to explain to the child, as I slid closer to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "There for a while I wasn't thinking with my head at all."
"Is that the way it was when you shoved all of that big prick into poor Mae Lee?" she asked lowering her eyes.
"Mae Lee loves getting fucked, those were cries of pleasure you heard," I explained. "Your mother really enjoyed getting fucked that first time. Oh, she has been taught that she just couldn't enjoy being fucked by any man she didn't love. Therefore, she actually felt pain when I fucked her but it was all because of the way she was thinking. She'd have loved it if your father had been fucking her."
"I'm afraid you're way-out, over my head, if you know what I mean," Wanda said softly, as I pulled her head to my shoulder and stroked the back of it.
"Did you really feel pain when I went down on you?" I asked brushing her ear with my lips. "I mean, did it really hurt you or was it just that you felt it was something I shouldn't be doing to you there in front of your parents who had made no big secret of the shame they felt you should feel just having let a boy tease your titties a little."
"You didn't have to tell them that," Wanda whispered, as I slipped a hand inside the front of her dress and found one of those very titties. "I knew I couldn't trust you not to hurt me after you told them that just to be mean."
"Do you honestly think it hurt them that much, honey?" I asked and chuckled softly. "Oh, I know it shocked your mother to learn that you weren't really the baby she was trying to keep you. Still I doubt if it really hurt them since I did confirm the fact that you were still a virgin. That's one way a girl can really please her parents, staying a virgin until her wedding night is all they really ask of her."
"You sure make things sound the way you want them to," Wanda sighed, as I felt the nipple of her tittie growing taut under my skillful fingertips.
"Am I honestly hurting your tittie right now?" I asked.
"I feel kind of all funny like way down in my stomach, like I used to when my friend teased my titties, a lot more like I did down on the beach when that boy teased them," Wanda confessed proving, that in a sense at least, she was still that lovely innocent child who didn't know enough to lie.
"What do you think it will feel like if I were to start running my hands slowly up and down your inner thighs since we're here all alone and nobody else will ever know about it?" I asked and kissed Wanda just below the ear.
"I can't trust you though," Wanda whimpered. "You'll tell Mae Lee everything just the minute she walks in that door to prove what a real man you are just as you had to fuck my poor mother in the ass to prove it."
"You know it doesn't really make too much difference how you feel, honey," I informed her pushing the dress off her left shoulder to bare her left tittie.
"So you'll force yourself upon me," she said even as I lowered my head and covered the nipple of that small tittie with my lips.
I discovered that nipple felt larger there between my lips than it had looked or felt to my fingertips. I could feel Wanda draw in her breath while my one hand slipped up under the hem of her short dress and began moving up and down over that soft, smooth flesh of her inner thighs.
"You really don't give a girl a chance do you!" she gasped and I knew that she was very close to tears.
I moved my lips from the nipple of the first tittie to the nipple of the second. Both nipples were standing out a little above the soft, pink and white mounds of flesh beneath them as I sucked them in turn. My heart was pounding like crazy and I swear there was a slight tingle way down there in my balls. Oh, just a very slight tingle mind you but even so it was enough to prove the old boy still had a little life left.
"Now isn't that even better than just having some punk tease those titties with his fingers?" I asked when I'd finished sucking her nipples, then covered her mouth with mine before she could even think of an answer.
I used my lips to force her lips apart, then drove my tongue into her mouth. It almost seemed as though her tongue was right to do battle with mine. No, it just couldn't be, I thought, Wanda kissing like a real pro but darned if she wasn't. I must confess that I'd forgotten about all the time she had spent in the bedroom with Mae Lee while I'd been catching up on my sleep. If there was anybody who could teach such a child the skill of kissing, that person was Mae Lee. That bitch had a way of kissing a guy that could make him get a hard-on.
My right hand gripped the back of Wanda's head firmly, I'd half expected her to fight that kiss after all. My left hand had dropped down to one of her slim thighs and began working its way up under the hem of her short dress. To my surprise her slim thighs parted as my hand moved up between them as if they had a mind of their own, were unaware of her protesting such action on my part. Ah, I owed a thank-you to that girl friend of hers and was sorry I'd never meet her.
Poor little Wanda. She wanted no part of the hand moving so lightly over the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Yet those slim thighs were responding for my hand just the way they had for the hand of her girl friend, for Mae Lee's hands and lips in the bedroom. After all those slim thighs could hardly be expected to know the difference between a man's hands and a woman's hands, could they?
I held that kiss until my hand covered Wanda's warm cunt and I could feel that she was becoming slightly moist. I took my mouth from hers then for we both needed some fresh air.
"Now was that really so bad, honey?" I asked, after taking several deep breaths.
"You're going to rape me before Mae Lee gets back aren't you?" Wanda gasped, as she felt two of my fingers slip into her moist cunt slit.
"No, I promise I'm not going to fuck you, honey," I said and wondered why I even bothered when she'd made such a big point of not being able to trust me.
I had told her parents about having seen her lying half naked down on the beach, about the young stud who'd been teasing her titties right there in public, so to speak. Was that the sort of thing a person she could trust would go around telling, to her parents of all people?
"Let's watch the rest of the movie," Wanda begged, as she felt my fingers begin moving up and down there inside her.
"Not right now, honey," I replied, as I began to slip the dress from her shoulders. "I know you can't understand this whole business but you must become very aware of your lush young body. You don't think so now but there will come a time when you will think only of sex. You will long to have hands, or a warm mouth moving over your soft flesh. You will want to feel a hard, hot cock thrust deep into your now virginal cunt and fuck, fuck, fuck you good."
"I just want to go home," Wanda sobbed, as I stretched her out on the sofa, removed the dress completely from her and dropped to one knee there alongside the sofa.
Poor, innocent Wanda. She just couldn't grasp everything that was happening to her. Sure, she had become curious about sex just as most girls her age did. The idea of living with two strangers who couldn't keep their hands or mouths off her body for a single moment was not what she had been seeking down there on the beach with that young stud.
"Oh, no, no!" Wanda sobbed softly when she felt first my lips brush the soft flesh of her inner thigh, then the tip of my tongue began to draw little designs there on that tender flesh.
It was too late for that lovely innocent child. Even as her sobs of protest filled the room my tongue felt the downy hair covering her virginal cunt. Once a man was that close to the taste of cunt juice there was no pulling back, not even if he should want to.
I had no such noble desire. I was at that moment reduced to little more than a lust-filled animal who had tasted just enough sexual pleasure to desire more, more, more! I felt no guilt whatsoever.