Chapter 4
Gerald Dearing looked over at the girl seated next to him on the couch in his backstage office and smiled. His beady little eyes dropped to the exposed satiny thighs beneath her hiked-up skirt, to the sheen of her nylon hose glistening in the faint illumination coming from the table lamps. He said nothing, but felt his penis stir at the sight and memory of those still-slender white legs when once they had been wrapped around him.
As the portly club owner watched, Judy lay back in a half-sitting, half-reclining position, her knees drawn up shamelessly, exposing the naked backs of her white thighs from her taupe-colored nylons all the way to the strip of white panties that barely covered her delightful crotch. "Now," she cooed over the Vodka Gimlet he'd just pressed into her hands, "what did you want to talk to me about, that we couldn't discuss in the restaurant?"
Gerald took a hearty sip of his own straight Scotch and smiled lewdly. "You, kid ... I just wanted to find out how the world was treating you."
"Oh?" she countered with a naughty smile. "I thought maybe you were horny or something." The fat man took another sip of his drink to cool the sudden burning in his jowls. "Yeah ... that too."
"Okay," the young former employer returned gamely, "let's do something sexy."
The big man blinked incredulously as Judy got to her feet and stood directly in front of him, her soft white hand extended in a gesture of invitation. "I thought you was the devoted little bride now," he chuckled gamely as he fought his way to his feet. "What's the matter? ... That punk fraternity boy don't turn you on anymore?"
Judy reached down reflexively to fondle the fat man's cock through his pants as he encircled her in his bear-like arms. "No, that's not the problem," she cooed seductively. "It's just that a girl likes a little strange cock once in a while ... And, Gerald honey, yours is one of the strangest."
Gerald couldn't control himself. The presence of Judy's succulent body cradled in his arms and grinding against him lustfully had suddenly made a shambles of every sensible thought he had. Sweet fucking Jems, even pregnant she was one of the sexiest young fillys who'd ever worked his stables!
"You beautiful little slut!" he hissed into her open mouth, his hand coursing up to her pregnant waist, then along her ribs to the magnificent swells of her milk-filled breasts. "I know ... I know," she hissed. "You want to fuck me, don't you Gerald baby?"
"Oh Christ, yes ... yes!" he panted. "Oh God! Now, Gerald, now ... Let's get naked! Hurry!"
The bizarre splendor of Judy's pregnant body was openly inviting him as she dragged him into the adjoining bedroom and threw herself on the bed. Her sculptured, creamy white thighs were spread wide to him, the slightly-parted pink slit of her feminine bewitchment clearly visible beneath the smooth upward rise of her belly. Jesus, he could hardly believe she was as far along as she was ... three or four months, maybe ... but six? ... No way!
He lay partially on top of her, one massive hairy thigh pressed between her spread legs, gently massaging the swollen mound of her pussy while she lifted her loins to rub against it. Judy's cool hand dropped down between then to seek out his now throbbing, steel-hard cock, clutching it greedily and massaging the thick wealth of foreskin in an irresistible milking motion. Gerald's eyes dropped instantly to the pregnant blonde's succulent breasts. Big to begin with, they had nearly doubled in size, their nipples alone fully the size and shape of sun-ripened strawberries, their color a deep and angry scarlet that seemed to cry out for them to be sucked.
"Aren't they huge, Gerald?" Judy asked proudly. She ran her hands over them lightly. They swelled out from her narrow chest like ripe cantaloupes, jiggling like jello with even the slight effort of her breathing.
The fat man stared at them in awe. "J-Jesus," he mumbled eventually, "are they full of milk?"
"Too much!" she confessed. "Look at this." Her slender fingers scissored open around each strawberry-sized nipple and squeezed. Instantly, two streams of dripping grayish fluid jetted forth from them, squirting all over the former employer's flabby stomach.
Gerald Dearing was flabbergasted, his eyes glazed in disbelief, his jaw hanging slack, unable to move.
"Well, aren't you even going to touch them, Gerald?" Judy asked impatiently. She wedged a hand under each one, raising them toward the fat man's expressionless face, the soft pliant flesh spilling sloppily over her fine-boned fingers. "Suck them, Gerald," she hissed. "Please?"
He reached out with both hands then, squeezing the bloated globes gingerly, liking the way his fingers sank deep into the resilient white flesh. "Oh, yes, Gerald ... yesss! Suck them! Squeeze them! Hurt them...!"
The lewd club owner tweaked her puffy distended nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and they swelled still larger and became taut. His own cock began to stiffen in response, and he felt a strange sense of power come over him, maneuvering this delicious young pregnant girl to suit his whims.
"OOOhhh! That's the way, darling," Judy cooed him onward as Gerald increased the painfully pleasurable pressure on her swollen nipples. Her warm eyes were half-closed with lust and passionate moans were beginning to gurgle from deep within her chest.
The fat club owner felt a wild surge of excitement taking hold of him as he continued his rough pinching of his former employee's nipples, then kneaded the enormous mounds of the young wife's flesh with his palms and fingers as if he were mixing dough. His prick was fully rigid as his mouth dropped to the swollen pap that loomed nearest to his lust-gazed eyes.
"Oh, yes! God, yes!" she shivered delightedly beneath his oral assault. "Oh Gerald, darling, it's ... beautiful!"
Warm viscid mild was running down Gerald's chin as he gorged, first on one nipple, then on the other. Judy sighed with relief as he lessened the pressure within them. The excited former employer sucked until he thought his cheeks would cave in. His cock felt like it would burst like an overstuffed sausage if he didn't find relief soon. Damnit, it was her turn!
"Okay, you fucking bitch," he sputtered, raising his head from the still-leaking udder in his mouth, "it's time for you to do a little sucking!"
"Oh, yes, Gerald. I want to. I want to!" Abruptly, she squirmed out from under him, rolling him onto his back and moving down between his spread legs to remain on all fours as she lowered her face to his rigid, upthrust cock. He gasped excitedly as he watched her hot pink tongue dart out instantly to lick at the gaping coralline slit in the tip of his penis. Jesus! Gerald Dearing thrilled. What a filching feeling!
He watched her small hand drop to the base of his prick and extract the loose flap of skin from the satiny head and her tiny tongue flick out to lick around it, its tip playing at the sensitive underside. Then, dropping to where her fingers held it at the base, she licked deliciously upwards again. And finally, he saw the smile of lust etched upon her lovely face as she ovaled her warm, satiny lips over the naked head of his prick. Clasping it tightly just beyond the coralline rim, her cheeks hollowed in and out in a sucking motion as her free hand moved down to cup and squeeze his bloated balls.
He saw it but he couldn't believe it. He witnessed the lewd sight of her spread on all fours between his legs, her tits dancing as she began to move up and down with her lovely mouth sucking at his cock, but he couldn't believe it. He gaped in utter astonishment as inch by inch she seemed to absorb his dripping flesh into her grotesquely sucking mouth until the end of it had to be battering against the back of her throat ... and then, her shimmering champagne hair fell forward and he could see little or nothing ... he could only feel the delicious velvet comfort of her glistening pink lips and the mad swirling tongue while her long golden tresses teased above his stomach and abdomen.
"Oh Christ!" Gerald bellowed suddenly. "Get up here and let me fuck you before I go out of my goddam mind!" Almost reluctantly, Judy released the poling scarlet cock from her feverishly nursing lips. "Yes," she gurgled delightedly, "fuck me!"
Nancy Greenwell awakened slowly, languidly, stretching first one arm and then the other above her head as she luxuriated in the, to her, unseasonable sunshine pouring in through the bedroom window. It was nice of the kids to give up their bed for her first night in town, she mused. But tonight she was going to sleep on the couch ... And, today, she was going to go out and find a job. There was no reason she shouldn't be an asset rather than a burden, now that she'd decided to stay.
Idly, she brought herself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and slipped into her high-heeled mules and dressing gown before heading out of the bedroom. "Bob," she called, "Judy...?"
Silence.
Cinching the belt of her dressing gown tightly around her narrow waist, she made her way to the apartment's tiny kitchen ... and the hastily scribbled note propped conspicuously on the dining table. Mom, it read, Bob's down at the Department of Employment Security. And I have a doctor's appointment. There's some waffle batter in the 'fridge and a fresh pot on the stove. See ya later! Judy.
"Good grief," Nancy exclaimed as she glanced up at the kitchen clock, "it's after noon already!"
She didn't feel much like eating, even at this late hour, but the coffee sounded good. So she poured herself a cup and sat down at the table with the morning paper, flipping immediately to the want-ads.
She ran her long-nailed finger down the columns marked "Help Wanted Clerical," and circled the few that caught her eye with an eyebrow pencil. Then, curiously, she let her eyes wander to the adjacent rows. It would be nice if I could get a job that paid a little something for a change, she mused. And then, it caught her eye, the now-familiar name, The Silver Goose, at the foot of an ad headed, Topless Waitresses wanted for reopening, $225 wk + tips, no experience necessary, apply in person, 231 W. Grand.
"Wouldn't that be something!" she laughed aloud. "Nine hundred a month and tips for showing off my chest!"
Laying the paper aside, the still-lovely young mother downed the last swallow of her coffee and went to the bathroom for her morning shower. "For two cents I'd run out and see what it's all about," she laughed.
The workman touching up the plastering on the ceiling looked down at the gorgeous big busted brunette who'd just let herself timidly through the front door and emitted a low whistle. "Hey, Chuck," he whispered to the man carpeting the floor below him, "get a look at the tits on this babe!"
Chuck's eyes nearly popped from his skull as he rushed to cut Nancy off just inside the door. "Hey, lady," he gushed excitedly, "can I help you?"
The beautiful young mother-in-law felt a little nervous about what she was doing, but she stared at the workman levelly and resisted the temptation to cover her half-exposed cleavage with her arms. In view of the "nature" of the job, she had deliberately worn her most daringly cut dress ... and without a bra!
"Uh, who do I see about a job?" she questioned nervously, producing a neatly quartered section of newspaper from her handbag. "The one in the Oakland Examiner."
The man continued to ogle her lecherously, as did the one above, both men ignoring the classic perfection of her face to concentrate on the melonous white orbs of her breasts as they rose and fell rapidly with her breathing. She supposed she'd better get used to having men drool over her enormous titties if she was serious about making some real money for a change. So, philosophically, she allowed their eyes to feast for several moments on the most conspicuous of her several charms indeed, even sucking in her breath slightly to give them a more expansive view before reminding, "Uh ... the job?"
The carpet-layer, panting now and on the verge of drooling, gestured with his hand toward a distant door. "Mr. Bearing's got another chick with him right now, so you better knock first." There was more than mere suggestiveness in the man's accompanying smile, that caused Nancy to turn away abruptly.
"Uh ... thank you," she called over her shoulder. "Thank you, lady," the carpet-layer returned lewdly.
Nancy hesitated just outside the door marked Office, then raised her hand cautiously and knocked. She repeated the process three times and was about to turn to leave when she heard a far-off male voice-like it was coming from a room within the room call out, "Yeah, what is it?"
"Uh, I'm here to see about the ad you ran in the pa "
"You'd better come inside," the voice called again, "I can't hear you!"
Cautiously, almost reluctantly, Nancy entered the empty outer office and shut the door quietly behind her so the workmen wouldn't overhear her in case she was forced to shout again.
And then, abruptly, the inner door to the adjoining room jerked open a crack and Gerald Dearing's hog-like head peered critically around the corner. "Yeah? ... Waddaya want, girlie? Can't you see I'm busy?"
"I'm here about the topless waitress job," she stated evenly, with a surprising show of courage. "I don't have any experience, but my breasts are ... well, huge!"
"I can see that," Gerald grinned, "why don't you take off your dress and we'll see how they hold up. I'll be through in here in a minute!"
As the fat man tucked his ugly head back inside and closed the door, Nancy reached behind her back to wrestle with the catch of her zipper. Her breasts were already threatening to burst through the thin material when she drew the silver fastener all the way down and stepped out of her single outer garment, letting it fall to a shimmering puddle at her feet.
Nancy was down to her garterbelt, nylons and high heels when she first heard it, a low groan of agony ... or pleasure, coming from the adjoining room.
"Oh yes, you fat bastard, fuck me! Fuck me like the bitch I am!" Nancy froze in her tracks, her pulse quickening thickly as her mind registered the lewdly uttered expletives echoing through the thin walls. The voice was female ... and it sounded curiously familiar somehow! She was torn between putting her clothes back on and leaving, never to return, or following her basest instincts to press her ear to the connecting wooden door.
"Fuck me, Gerald, fuck me!"
Drawn along like a puppet on an invisible silver string, the luscious forty-one-year-old mother-in-law, herself nearly naked, dropped to her knees before the old-fashioned keyhole.
Nancy's heart lodged in her throat at the sight that assailed her startled eyes. The man, an incredible mountain of fat in his naked obesity, was up on his flabby haunches, his arm-like length of hot scarlet penis rifling in and out of the vagina of a kneeling girl with a big stomach. Big, hell, she was pregnant! And blonde!
Oh my God, it's Judy!