Chapter 5
"You're a dirty old man," accused the soft voice on the phone. Randy recognized it at once as Susanna.
"Don't push, Sue," he warned. "Some would wonder how that would leave a certain history professor of forty-three, if this twenty-eight-year-old is a dirty old man."
"Blackmail." She stated it matter-of-factly. "That's what it is, you know. Sexual blackmail."
"Like hell it is!" growled the accused, nerves worn thin from worry in the twenty-four hours since he'd caught the two on the cot in the stack room. "You can tell me to get the heck off campus, Sue. You can-not your dad, but you, and I'll go. And he can tell me no dice with Selena-and that's that. I'm no sonofabitch. I'm realistic. You two have a heat for each other and I think I know why. I've got it bad for both you and your ... for Selena, and I can't help myself about that either."
"So what will you do, if we get you together?" Her voice was low and uncertain, the accusation gone. "Will you try to take her away from Daddy?"
"No way!" he exclaimed. "I want to take you away, but I can't do that and you wouldn't have me, anyway. But I want to give some love my own wife doesn't want. It happens Selena drives me up a wall. I need her! Just one wild night!"
His tone was brittle tight as he pleaded, "Please, help me, Susanna."
There was a long silence for Randy to sweat through, broken suddenly by Susanna's happy laughter. "I love it! Oh, Randy, we're going to dp it! Now that I can tell Daddy what you just said, he'll love it, too. Only one night though. Okay?"
"Okay," he murmured, making no effort to hide his sigh of relief. "And then, doll, you better look out around that library or any place else. Face it, I know why your dad is flipped out over you. I am, too, but I'm going to hurt no one."
Susanna sighed a long, painful moan. "I wish I could hate you," she said. "But you're so darned nice. And so ... so ... darned desirable! Mother's going to flip."
"You really think there's a chance of something happening?", Randy was skeptical. His meeting outside the library with Selena had reminded him she was every inch a lady in the tradition of Virginia and probably every inch a faithful wife.
"I know it'll work. You're going to be caught by Selena in flagrante delicto with her daughter."
"Us? Caught making it? C'mon, Sue, she'd kill me."
"You never have guessed why I call her Selena, have you?" demanded Susanna, now the impatient one. "Well, here's why. About three years ago I came into her bedroom and found her in the arms of one of the faculty whose name I never will reveal. I didn't get away in time not to be seen by her, and she confessed later that she is frightfully oversexed, that when Daddy turns her off even for a week, she's hurtin'. Randy, dear, my father admitted last night they haven't made it in a month!"
Randy whistled a low, subdued sound of awe. "But how's that going to help yours truly? She'll probably want to kill us both."
"We're going to be in my bedroom in Byrd Dorm. She's going to surprise us in the act. I'm going to beg her to listen. She'll remember when I listened, and, well ... I think I may be the one to leave."
"What a helluva risk!" breathed Randy, caught by the lure and the fright of the risk of the adventure. "If it bombs, promise me one thing-you'll let me see you again before I blow this scene."
"You'd really leave?"
"I'd have to," he bed, cringing inwardly at the plan that had already evolved in his scheming head since the discovery of Everett with Susanna. "I just think it'd be better for all of us."
"So be at my apartment. You know, just inside the main door. One Byrd Dormitory, at eight tonight. Selena said she might drop in and she has a key. Always shows around nine, if she's coming. Told me not to change plans and that usually means she's really coming. She's going bananas, with Daddy's turnoff lately, and that makes me feel so guilty."
"Ev hasn't got enough to go around, eh?" growled Randy.
"He does and it'll be like always soon for Selena. But tonight will really help her, if she flips out for you. I know she thinks you're a beautiful male of the species."
"Wow!" groaned Randy. "I gotta be hearin' things. See you at eight."
Randy war-whooped when he left the phone, slamming his fist in his palm in pure delight at the change about to happen in his life. Both Wilde women would have the ride of their fives on his stud shaft, and he'd have the perfect package for one Randy Trandel.
He'd have Selena's bod and Susanna's bod and Everett's job, if the sonofabitch tried to get in his way with either female.
Even if he didn't get in the way, the job of head of History at Pantamonet Prep was about to be laid in his lap. Play his cards right till his doctorate was awarded-drop the right word on the right ears about a certain incestuous disgrace in the Wilde home and he'd have his boss's position at Pantamonet
"You bastard!" He scowled at his bathroom mirror, fingering the five o'clock signs of need for a shave.
"You'd really do that to Susanna? You know goddamned well you never could! So shape up and play it like a lover, -'not some shithead out to wreck nice people."
The uncomfortable needle persisted as he scraped the whiskers from his face. Randy had spent six years after his Masters from Princeton, getting to this point in professional preparation. It had seemed a damned eternity. Laid in his lap was the $28,000 post of full professor and laid on his conscience was the way he'd flush a family down a drain, if he acted on his greed.
"Damn!" The razor nicked slightly underneath his chin and he grabbed for the styptic pencil. "My Lord!" he exclaimed. "I'm just lucky it isn't Everett cutting my throat from ear to ear, for what I'm thinking!"
Selena Wilde dressed absent-mindedly for the drive over to Byrd Hall. Chances were good that forgetful Susanna wouldn't even be there, but she had to do something to keep from going totally buggy for want of Ev. He had her ready to try to seduce the milkman, postman and garbage man simultaneously. She shivered at the word that hounded her thoughts as she closed the zipper on the flesh pink knit wool dress. "Horny," she hissed at no one in particular. "Selena Wilde, you're horny!"
The self-accusation brought no guilt. She had passed another car in the afternoon bearing a bumper sticker, "Honk if You're Horny." She'd come within an inch of blasting her horn, and ever since, the word had lingered in her thoughts. With a little exclamation of frustration, she headed for the garage.
Minutes later she hurried up the four steps into Byrd and fingered the key to Susanna's apartment from her bag as she neared the door. An odd vibration tingled along her spine as she fitted the key into the lock. It was a girl-to-girl agreement they'd reached in the wake of the near disaster when Susanna caught her that time. They'd always be open and out with each other, no knocking needed. No secrets.
The keys to each other's private places, like Susanna's apartment, seemed to say it all.
They liked each other. They were more like peers than mother and daughter, since that moment that brought them both close together. Susanna's return from Wellesley, her expulsion and what caused it didn't matter a bit to Selena. She enjoyed Susanna's joie de vivre. She wished she had more daring herself. When they were together, when they talked, it was Selena who did most of the listening, drinking in all that made her daughter the happy, carefree female she wished she could emulate.
The door slipped quietly open and as she stepped into the apartment foyer, Selena started to call a greeting, then stopped. From down the hall in Susanna's bedroom came a low, but very distinct moan.
Selena, biting her lip nervously, was drawn toward the darkened hall, in spite of her sensitivity to others' privacy. She listened and waited.
"Oh, Lord, Sue ... you're outta sight!"
A tremor rifled the length of her body as Selena recognized the male voice. Randolph Trandel! He'd often been where Susanna was. He had been at the library only two days before when she'd spoken with him at the door. Whatever else, the man was married! Selena stepped from her pumps and moved quietly toward the bedroom, fighting a flood of emotions.
Hatred. Jealousy! Prudery about married infidelity. Cringing at her own remembered one-time fling. Anger that another man, even if he were married to a dull thing like Dilfy Trandel, was using Selena's daughter as no more than a receptacle for his lust
Inside the bedroom Susanna had squeezed her naked playmate fiercely at the sound of the turning key in her apartment door. They had been together for almost an hour before Selena came, in bed for half of the time, but Susanna had refused to yield to Randy's repeated attempts for play till the big moment.
"I want you to be out of your tree when Selena looks through that bedroom door," she teased, refusing to do more than cuddle in torrid nudity against his ready body. "When I kiss you, that's the sign that anything goes."
"Please, Sue," Randy had begged. "I'm so loaded I could go wild all night on both of you and never stop bein' out of my tree!"
"Huhunnnhh. You asked for Selena," pouted Susanna in pretended annoyance. "So you've got to save yourself for Selena." She cuddled tightly against the taut, muscled front.
"'Cept maybe for lettin' you go all the way one time, 'fore I turn you over to her. I hate you, you know."
"I don't believe you," chuckled Randy. "If you really do, then you can act like one of those Parthenian maidens and lift my equipment off my front at the right moment."
Susanna shuddered. "Shhh. I hear her now." She squirmed against the very ready male, slipping a tapered thigh through his legs and grinding it against his brimming, ripe cock.
"Ohhh, Sue, baby, you gotta say yes. Now!"
Her leg trapped between his thighs, she writhed in a deeply bent crescent, her dazzling curvaceousness on wanton display as she threw her head far back, thrust her breasts in maddening exuberance and traced their hard nipples with her fingers.
"Oh, Lord, Sue ... you're outta sight!"
"So, show me you like me, big man!" she hissed so only he could hear. "Or is your cock only for adulterous relations?"
He tongued into the cavity of her ear as he whispered the counterattack. "Not unless that cute playpen of yours is just for incest."
"I hate men who only talk and talk!" she fumed as she felt his hands cover hers, drawing them from her boobs down his front to his hard-on. "Oh, it's so big!"
In the hall Selena paused a hesitating last second before she peeked. No way could she not look, but she felt the destroying potential that could follow when she did. A maternal protectiveness lingered inside, and she wondered what she would do if they were already making love. If Randolph Trandel was already inserted in the body of her child, getting his kicks just for the fun of copulating a pretty body, she'd want to kill him.
"Randy .. . doll, kiss me!" came Susanna's low, pleading voice beyond the door. "Kiss every part of me. But only kiss me! You promised!"
"Every inch. Every loving bit!" he gasped, twisting across her front and bending to her lips.
Selena looked at that instant and her heart was a racing trip hammer. There on the bed, spread in succulent, caress-able nudity, lay her daughter. That was the way Selena had been before herself. Only then it was Susanna who was at the door and Selena herself had been at illicit play with virile old Doctor Peridot. It was that discovery, Selena had always been sure, that made Susanna hurry off to Wellesley in early admission, in spite of their newfound rapport. And unknown to Selena, it was Susanna's secret knowledge about Peridot that had made her bold that day in his art studio.
"Please ... Randy ... only kisses and touches!" Susanna's body contoured to a writhing, straining arch, as if trying to escape the horny barrel of Randy's prick grinding along her taut, trembling inner thigh. Her voluptuousness at every frantic curve was an enticing thing of beauty to the voyeur at the door, and a sizzling, erotic awareness burned through Selena's consciousness for the first time that she had fierce responses to both male and female.
Oh, God, why did his hard cock have to be so near her daughter's quivering cunty lips? Why did it have to look so lovely and so horribly long, jutting from its nest of pubic hair? Do it to her! screamed Selena's thoughts. Do it! Oh, don't do it! She doesn't want it! Only kisses ... I want it... ! She's my daughter and all you want is to abuse her perfect body!
Randy straightened to a kneeling position as if suddenly abandoning his intent to assault, and Selena saw Susanna's arm, dangling over the edge of the cot, beckoning. Beckoning her to come. Urging Selena to join them on the bed. He knew without looking that her mother was there spying. Selena cringed against the doorjamb, unable to decide. How could she? How could she not?
"Damn!" roared an impatient Randy. "Gonna give you this, damn you!" The man was berserk, decided a delighted Selena, watching him grip his grotesquely swollen penis and flag it before Susanna's sparkling, frightened eyes.
"Gonna ramrod this right up your cunt and don't give me no more of that kisses crap!"
Selena shivered delightedly at words foreign for one so educated.
"Please, Randy, no!" Susanna's arm was urgent in its summons, but Selena now believed it just the girl's grabbing for support to keep from rolling off the bed.
"Gotta have you, baby!" Fully aware he was being watched, Randy's sex frenzy peaked suddenly and savagely as he realized he was naked and on stage. Within a scant few feet at this instant was the fabulous wonder-witch Selena, and he was either making or mangling any hope for a future with her.
He splayed Susanna's lovely legs wide to his ravenous appetite, starved of sex for two days. Kneeing brusquely up the valley, he angled his hard-on against ready pussy flesh and plunged his needy organ through the dilated labial gates.
To an entranced Selena it was jungle beauty unleashed. Two absolutely perfect bodies at the moment of becoming one. Randy's cock was a breathtaking monster as it prodded into the sunshiny pink sex cleft, spreading tender cunty lips wide to its assault. It looked far oversized for the tiny slit. Randy paused inches into the vagina, hovering over the girl. His hard-on mostly exposed, looking as if it were spearing the wriggling, innocent Susanna into the golden bedspread. Tt stung Selena suddenly that she could be watching rape. Had Susanna planned the play, the spread would have been turned back and they would have been on the sheets. She had screamed, "Kisses and touches." Those even were the violated ground rules.
"Guh ... Goddd!" gasped Susanna as the prick ground against her yielding quim flesh. "There's so ... so much!"
"You know it!" Randy was long-gone to give her every inch. "Take it! You've been begging for it!"
"I haven't!" shrilled Susanna, hands clawing at Randy's back, hair tossing wildly as his plunging ferocity drove her against the mattress in his heat. "Tooo ... oh, Ran ... too much!"
Selena was a screaming banshee as she raced to the rescue of a daughter she was now sure was being brutalized. "Beast! Get off her, beast!"
She flung herself across his bare shoulders, throwing her arms around his powerful chest, dragging wildly at the man. He seemed almost unaware of her attack, braced, palms down on the bed, sprawled atop his victim. Driving ... driving ... possessing her struggling body.
"Damn you ... damn you!" shrieked Selena, fingers raking his shoulders and one hand scrambling frantically for the joining point of their bodies. Suddenly she found it-thick, bullish cock shaft and the tender-sweet flesh of her daughter's vulva pierced and plowed by the man. There was a maniacal sweep of lightheadedness as Selena felt herself caught in near orgasm just from the feel of their sexual parts. Then her rescue mission grabbed her and she raked nails across Randy's shoulders, screeching imprecations as she drew two thin lines of blood.
"Goddamnit . . . QUIT!" yelped an anguished male, flailing for a handhold on his attacker, grabbing a fistful of pink skirt and ripping frantically. It was just as they had expected and planned.
Somehow maintaining his mount on Susanna, he squirmed and tugged and yanked till Selena's wriggling figure was finally at his side and he was able to see the "enemy." Her knit wool dress shredded, a clawing, outraged Selena was in nothing now but bra and panties. Never losing the rhythm of his stroking into Susanna's body, he drove the intruder face downward in deliberately insulting fashion across the spread.
"No ... stop it!" an outraged Selena wrenched frenziedly against the hand driven hard against her shoulder blade, and twisting, flung herself into the fight again. "You're killing her . . . killing . . . ohhh!"
Hands came at her from all directions, forcing her to stop the assault on Randy's front, and all at once she felt feverish fingers at her back. Girl fingers. Susanna tearing her bra from her front and simultaneously Randy ripping the lace panties from her crotch. Again she was immobilized, but this time by Randy's hot stare, she was forced to look directly at the merger of cock and cunt.
"Oh, dear God!" moaned a trapped Selena, mystified that they had stripped her, still sure Randy had too much organ for Susanna's fiercely distended pussy, flesh. "Randy ... Randy ..." she pleaded, voice strangely softened, "You're hurting her."
"Mommy ... yesss!" That was the first time in years Selena had heard that word. "He is hurting me! The man is killing me and I want him to." Susanna's body was demon-driven, heaving upward against Selena, and pelvic thrusting against the buried cock, she clasped frantically at her mother's shoulders. "Look, Mommy. Look at him take me! Ooohhh ... he's so ... so much!"
Selena writhed against the hands holding her, straining with feline frenzy to stretch to the locking point of the copulating pair, finally squirming, kissing close, and suddenly free of the holding hands.
Randy arched away from the delectable curvaceous-ness of his playmate and stared at the superb female stretched across Susanna's middle, all her torrid contouring on display. It was the centers of Selena's firmly packed milk-white breasts that told him the tide had turned. The nipples were hardened and jutting with an eagerness Randy never had seen in any other woman. Selena was sex possessed and not for destroying him, but for loving.
Impulsively he grabbed both her explosive, animated boobs in gentle hands, and as she watched him do it, he thrust brutishly into Susanna's cunt. Fabulous sensations shot to every pore and nerve of his body when he felt the hardened nipples of a maddened mother, and he fucked her daughter as she watched.
With an impatient roar he let his orgasm take him, and just as vision blurred and the room spun to his coming, he saw Selena's fierce need focused as she stared into his eyes.
His ejaculation raced on and on and Susanna's spasm-whipped body, tossing and wrenching as she climaxed to his coming, made it seem an unstoppable orgasm.
When it slowed and stopped, there was the look of surrender and want in Selena's face. She lowered her eyes from his to stare at his almost totally buried prick. "It's bigger than ever," she murmured wonderingly. "It isn't softening."
Randy reached under her armpit and drew her gently across Susanna's body, all the while still locked to the girl. Selena felt his bold fingers at her thigh. No resistance now. He dragged her leg across his front and spread-eagled her in total vulnerability directly at his waist. So close was she that the flat of his tummy was taut against her hot pussy slit. She felt light perspiration warmth from his middle and his eyes were fixed intently on hers.
"You are absolutely beautiful, woman!" He cupped under her buttocks and hefted upwards, as if she were no weight at all, lifting her lower body past his chest, forcing her legs over his shoulders, murmuring quietly as he positioned her as he wanted, "Kissing time."
Selena was devastatingly totally aware of what he had done. Positioned with her thighs over his shoulders and her sex center directly before his lips, his stabbing tongue brought a deep-throated cry of delight. Hearing nothing, he strummed her clitty and stirred her to instant climax. Fighting the frenzy to writhe in response to the first orgasm she had known in weeks, Selena gave herself over to a cunnilingus daze.
Her lovely body, possessed of end-over-end orgasm, was draped away and down Randy's front, and when her eyes opened briefly, she found herself looking directly into Susanna's face. The movement of her daughter's body was steady and rhythmical and left no doubt that even as Randy tongued her, he was copulating with Susanna.
"God, Mommy, you're beautiful ... upside-down beautiful!" Selena's hands reached to cup Susanna's cheeks and there was happy moisture in her eyes.
"Stretch more, Mommy, and we can kiss each other while we're taking love." Susanna caught her mother's wrists, straining upward.
And then lips were meeting, pressed and pursed and warm and moist. Full triangle of love-driven bodies joined at every apex, Susanna and Selena kissed feverishly as Randy tongue-loved one and cock-loved the other. As one body the three found climax, semen pumping into Susanna's vagina as Selena bathed Randy's lips with her spunk frenzy.
Quitely, slowly collapsing, the three lay as they fell, arms and legs entwined, hands fondling whatever of the other person was nearest.
"Now you, Mommy," cooed Susanna, minutes later as she felt the stirring of flaccid cock flesh in her palm. "It's your turn."
"Never!" Selena's voice was taut with tension and she stiffened as if to leave. Her mind was a tumble of mixed thoughts and tossing desire. At the moment she was experiencing some of the same after burn she had known when Susanna found her in bed, unfaithful to Everett, as she fucked with aging Henri Peridot. The sting was there now, even as she felt the lure to go mad with Randy Trandel.
"Now!" Susanna writhed to a new position at the head of the bed. Pushing the cascaded platinum lengths out of her way, she took a position directly in command of Selena's top half. "Get her, Randy!"
There was uncertain hesitation in the man as he saw Susanna had flung herself forward, trapping Selena's arms. He gawked at the splendor of Selena's up-flung breasts thrusting defiantly against the yearning passion madness she saw written in Randy's face. Her nipples, almost transparent in their urgency, were rigid bull's-eyes advertising her want.
He dragged resisting thighs apart and, driving one leg and then the other into the snug squeeze, forced her inch by inch to open up. Moaning and twisting, Selena straggled against Susanna's hold but inside hoped no one listened to her protests.
"Let me be maid-in-waiting," squealed a delighted Susanna, knowing that if Selena had let Randy go this far, the rest was certain. "I can't stand to see thirsty titties not tended to." She leaned forward, her own breasts brazen before her mother's lips and nibbling lightly, siphoning and sucking, she totally destroyed Selena's opposition.
Frantic orgasm cries burst from Selena's lips as she climaxed to the nipple love and, as her sight cleared and she saw Susanna's own turgid cherries, she kissed first one, then the other breast. Sign of her total surrender.
"Oh, Mommy ... I'm going to come before either of you ... stop it!" She straightened and stared down at the passion in Selena's expression. "I'm your maid-in-waiting, not you mine! I am going to help you commit adultery and don't try to stop me."
"Oh, Sue ... Susanna . . . that's what I want to do!" moaned Selena. "I just want to be fucked and fucked and I don't care one bit if your father finds us doing it. I only hope Randy will do me ... do me hard and wild and deep. Oh, God, please, Mister Trandel."
The burgeoned cock, grossly inflated and painfully full of the most demanding need Randy ever had known, pushed tentatively, slowly impaling Selena, feeling urgent little clutching muscles in her vagina draw him inward.
Clasping, convulsing cunty walls, already spasm-driven in running orgasm, were tight and demanding. Her hips rolled and ground upward to force him to hurry the coitus.
"Put it all the way, big man!" hissed Selena. "Take me! Oh, fuck me ... now!"
A pulsing, throbbing wonder deep inside her cunt told Selena she had come full circle in her sex life. Crammed with cock flesh and driving wild on another man's phallus, she knew no guilt, no self-consciousness, no shame. She had become like Susanna-wonderful, uninhibited Susanna-and found the daring to do as her body dictated.
"Gonna come!" gagged the man astride her body. "I .. . I'm gonna cuh . . . commmhhh!" Warm, racing semen sprayed deep into Selena's possessed vagina.