Chapter 3
"Arlene . . . what are you dooooo-ing?" Maybelle demanded in consternation as her older sister joined Nick to lift her onto the bed.
"I want to watch you with him!" the redhead replied, slurring her words because she was drunk.
Nick chuckled, his eyes sharp. He had drunk as much as Arlene, but he didn't show it superficially. It was working inside him, though-Maybelle could tell that:
He and Arlene spread the pretty brunette on the bed and gazed down at her as if she were a sacrifice on Satan's altar.
"You just wait until Uncle Hobart finds out about this!" Maybelle exclaimed. "You hear me, Arlene?"
"You aren't going to tell Uncle Hobart anything!" her sister retorted. "Why shit, honey, you're gonna have the time of your life! Isn't that right, Nick?"
"Don't talk so much, Arlene. Let's just take her clothes off."
"NOOOOOOOH!" Maybelle bawled, and clung to her flimsy little dress.
She was no match for the determined, drunken pair who knelt on the bed at opposite sides of her, holding her down while they plucked at her clothing. They managed to push her dress up to her lap, denuding her succulent thighs, then Arlene rolled her onto her tummy in order to get at the zipper on her back.
The hem of Maybelle's dress cut across her buttocks, which were lightly clad in white panties. Nick gave another chuckle and pushed her skirt to the small of her back.
"You like that, don't you, you dog?" Arlene asked, watching somewhat jealously as he admired her baby sister's voluptuous ass.
He raised a hand and brought it down smartly across both cheeks of Maybelle's nylon-sheathed bottom. The blow made a sharp spattering sound, and compressed her loaf-like buttocks. Maybelle yelped. As Nick lifted his hand quickly, her ass-cheeks trembled in their thin cover. He spanked her again.
"Oooooh, that HUUUURTS!'' she cried. "Why are you dooo-ing it?"
Nick's eyes glinted brighter, and his lips formed a hard line as he beat a rapid tattoo against the girl's panty-clad bottom, making her plump rear cheeks jiggle wildly. In addition to the burning of her buttocks, Maybelle felt keenly humiliated. Uncle Hobart hadn't spanked her for several years -and not directly on her panties since she was a small child.
She squirmed, which caused her panties to pull up into the cleft between her pliant butt-cheeks, the leg elastics arching higher across her quivery mounds.
"Pull her pants off!" Arlene said, making herself out to be a Judas in Maybelle's mind.
Why was her sister joining the fiendish man to abuse and degrade her?
The answer was not long in coming, for Arlene said, as she helped Nick pull down her helpless sister's underpants:
"Spank her bare ass good! She's got it coming. She always tried to act like Little Goody Two-Shoes, but she's no better than I am!"
Maybelle wailed as the tormenting pair held her immobile on her stomach and Nick plucked her stretchy briefs off her feet to toss them aside.
"Now!" he said, his tone as sharp as the glint in his hard gray eyes.
He began to drub Maybelle's asscheeks with both hands, striking first one quivering, lush globe and then the other, making them dance erotically and blush rosy-pink.
"Ooooooh! Ooooooh! Oooooooh!" she cried in pain and humiliation.
"God, Nick, you've got a hell of a hard-on!" Arlene exclaimed.
"Take it out of my pants!" he husked, as he continued spanking Maybelle.
Arlene pulled down the zipper on his fly, and her cool hand snaked into his trousers. It came out clutching his firm, long pecker which obscenely stuck out and upward from the opening of his pants.
"Suck it!" he demanded, rolling Maybelle's burning ass under his hands.
She squirmed on the bed, twisting her head to see what was going to happen. She couldn't believe that her sister would actually . . .
Arlene did. Before Maybelle's shocked eyes, the sister who was two years her senior opened her pink mouth and took in the knob of Nick's thrusting cock. Kneeling next to him, she sucked on his meaty marvel, her cheeks rhythmically hollowing and her throat muscles working. She pumped her red head forward and back. Maybelle had never seen anything so filthy and lewd.
How must that taste? she wondered, her stomach lurching. Why, it's got all kinds of dirty germs on it! It's the thing he fucks with . . . and even pisses through!
Arlene didn't seem in the least concerned about where Nick's prick had been or what he had done with it. Her eyes were shut, and she was stroking her mouth on his large organ as if she really enjoyed it-the feel of it in her mouth, its taste and scent, everything!
Maybelle stared in abject fascination as her older sister gave head, and she forgot about the burning of her abused bottom. Nick also forgot the spanking he'd administering to Maybelle as her sister's clutching, slippery lips glided up and down, slowly and steadily, on his long, thick rod.
His hands remained on Maybelle's bottom, and they absently manipulated her pliant, rounded buttocks-squeezing and pressing the satiny globes together, rubbing them smoothly up and down against each other.
Maybelle cooed, mesmerized by the shocking but thoroughly fascinating sight of her sister pumping her mouth on Nick's cock . . . and by the soothing sensation of his hands, stroking and fondling her warm, tingly asscheeks. Even when he pulled her rubbery buttocks apart and looked at her asshole, she hardly thought anything about it. It just felt good.
"I've got to . . . have something!" Arlene panted, as she let her lover's big prick escape from her mouth and bob up and down.
"Okay, babe . . . you just get over here and kiss your sister's ass, while I drive you home from in back-okay?"
"Oooh, Nick, I don't kiss asses!" Arlene complained.
"Well, you can kiss this one. I'll bet it's clean as a whistle. And Maybelle would sure appreciate it-wouldn't you, honey?"
"Ooooooh, nooooh . . . I don't want anybody to . , . uuuuunnnnhhh!"
Arlene was bending over her bottom, licking her abused, burning buttocks. The older girl's moist, abrasive tongue offered an oddly stimulating caress, which soothed and excited at the same time.
Nick scrambled around on his knees behind Arlene. Maybelle watched, wide-eyed, as he whipped her sister's skirt up over her back.
"Goddamned panty-hose!" he muttered as he curled his fingers around the top of the anti-erotic garment and yanked it down, along with the hipster briefs which Arlene wore underneath.
The red-haired girl's thighs were spread and her bottom elevated as she bent over Maybelle, causing her furry cunt to peep out from between the tops of her alabaster thighs. The curls on the thick outer lips of her pussy were as fiery as the hair on her head, and Nick bent to swipe those plushy lips with his tongue. This gave Maybelle added excitement as she watched.
It excited Arlene, also, and she let her wet tongue skid into the crack between her sister's satiny, plump buttocks.
"Oooooh, noooooh!" Maybelle protested shamefully as she felt her sister lick her tight, tingly asshole.
Nick dropped his pants and shorts. His stiff cock whipped wildly as it bounded above the descending waistband of his briefs. He clutched his long rod and brought it up to Arlene's invitingly poised, moist cunt.
"AAAAAAWWWWW!" she groaned passionately between Maybelle's buttocks as the man's long, hard prick glided into her.
She continued licking her sister's asshole as Nick fucked her from behind.
Maybelle was fit to be tied. She had never even imagined such lewd goings-on, much less that she would be a party to them. The fact that she was getting terribly excited dismayed her.
Arlene became more and more excited, also, as Nick's knob-ended cock poked rhythmically into her from behind, fucking her as a bitch got fucked. She rotated her ass, which wasn't as plump as her baby sister's, though it had learned in the last few months how to thrill and satisfy a man. Her welcoming, wet flesh absorbed Nick's horny thrusts and squirmed delightfully around his throbbing shaft.
She bent lower, sticking her nose between Maybelle's buttocks as she licked her baby sister's black-haired, oozing twat.
"Oooooh GODDDDD!" Maybelle panted. "Arlene.. . . don't dooooo . . . that!"
But from the way Maybelle's ass was grinding and bumping against her elder sister's face, it was clear that she enjoyed the latter's mouth-loving immensely-almost as much as Arlene enjoyed being pronged behind by Nick's lustfully deep-reaching cock.
The heat which still suffused the stuffy little apartment was enhanced by the warmth generated in the threesome's bobbing, grinding flesh. Perspiration plastered Arlene's bra against her throbbing breasts. Droplets rolled down Nick's face and made his halls sticky as he pumped his prick in and out of her rotating rear. Dew dribbled along the cleft of Maybelle's rump, mingling with the honey that oozed from her licked pussy as Arlene ground her face into her sister's sweetly fragrant, stimulating ass.
Nick watched Arlene made unabashed oral love to her sister while he stroked his prick in her cunt, and he suddenly felt an irresistible urge to switch girls. Maybelle was the one he had to have!
He pulled his dick out of Arlene, causing her to raise her head with a gasp. He cruelly pushed her aside and crawled up to Maybelle's raised bottom.
"Oooooooooooh!" she whined as she felt his prick spear her, giving no pain this time. He encountered only the kind of snugly encircling resistance that a man loved.
He fucked in and out of Maybelle's lusciously clasping, slippery cunt while Arlene looked on in frustration.
"Get your camera!" Nick husked. "It's got film in it, hasn't it?" "Yes, but ..." "Get it!"
He fucked Maybelle harder, ramming her titties jigglingly against the bed, her cheek pressing the sheet.
Arlene scrambled off the bed to obey Nick's demand. She had learned, early in their relationship, that he wouldn't tolerate a refusal about anything. Things either happened his way ... or else.
But why did he want the camera? she wondered.
He pulled his wet prick from Maybelle, so that he could roll her onto her back and take the rest of her clothing away. He had to see and play with her titties while he finished fucking her.
She no longer had the strength or desire to resist him, and she tumbled with all the suppleness of a rag doll. He pulled her loose dress off, then took her bra away, and her beautiful breasts bobbed free.
"Ooooooh, get back inside meeeel" she begged wantonly, shaming herself by her own wickedness. But what else could she do? She needed Nick's big, hard cock!
He seemed willing to take all the time in the world, as he bent to her hobbling breasts while she writhed before him. He shoved the satiny mounds together and licked her throbbing nipples. He caught a rosy, rubbery stud in his mouth and tugged on it, stretching her titty and shaking it to and fro while he sucked.
Arlene returned from the closet, carrying her Polaroid camera. She placed it down on the bed while she quickly removed the rest of her clothes.
Her breasts were perky but small, unlike her baby sister's fully rounded, lush boobs.
Nick grasped Maybelle's legs and boosted them high in the air, while spreading them wide apart. He let his prick find its own way into her wet and puffily gaping slit. She moaned in lewd gratification when she felt his columnar hardness glide all the way up inside her.
"You like being fucked, don't you?" he asked as he gazed down at her flushed, passion-charged face. A wave of black hair curved wantonly across a fair, soft cheek.
"Yesssss! Ooooh, yesssss!" Maybelle hissed, feeling like a slut but not caring at the moment. Nick's big, fat cock felt too good inside her, "Say it!" he demanded. "Tell me what you want!"
"I want. . . your prick!" Maybelle exclaimed in dismay as she bumped her hot cunt around him.
"What do you want me to do with it?" he asked as he held his cock tantalizingly still inside her.
"FUCK MEEEEE!" she wailed. "OOOHH YESS . . . FUCK ME LIKE CRAY-ZEEEEE!"
Nick drove his hot rod in and out of her clasping, slippery cunt at rapid speed, slapping his straight middle against her perspiring, soft belly. The erotic sounds of flesh striking damp flesh filled the room, accompanied by Maybelle's frenzied moans and the man's lustful groaning.
Arlene spread her legs and rubbed her hotly tingling clit head as she watched. Her fingers were a poor substitute for Nick's cock, but the sight in front of her, as she watched her self-righteous baby sister get screwed, made up for the lack. How Maybelle loved it! That was the greatest kick of all, salving Arlene's smoldering guilt and making her feel at last that she was no worse than the younger girl, who had always seemed so pure and was the apple of their puritanical uncle's eye.
Nick fucked Maybelle with everything he had, and she squealed, kicking her legs in the air. Her titties bounced up and down, nearly hitting her on the chin. She flopped her head from side to side in wanton abandonment as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. Her black, lustrous hair whipped across her face.
"OOOOOOH!" she bawled, and came gloriously, with Nick's cock jerking and spurting inside her. She didn't even think about the risk of having a baby as she embraced the luscious orgasm that sent wave after wave of luscious warmth rolling through her.
"Get the . . . fuckin camera ready!" Nick rasped at Arlene.
She was coming also, with two fingers shoved up her twat, and she couldn't respond to his demand immediately. But she soon recovered and pulled her wet hand free. Tremblingly she grasped the camera and lifted it.
Maybelle scarcely knew what was going on, and cared even less, as Nick pulled his softening penis from her.
"Shoot!" he directed Arlene. "But keep me out of it."
Maybelle's sister obediently complied, a flash brightly illuminating the room.
Flash after flash followed while Nick held the fucked girl's pussy open with his fingers so that the camera could see the sperm clinging to her rosy inner folds. Arlene had another small orgasm as she clicked the shutter and ripped off a photo that came rolling out.
She didn't know what Nick intended to do with the pictures she was taking, but the mere fact that they existed gratified her, because they were irrefutable evidence that Maybelle was as human and sensuous as she-not their uncle's goody-goody girl any longer.
Finally Nick and Arlene stopped to look at the pictures she had snapped, leaving Maybelle to return to sanity with the sickening realization that she had proved herself an utter slut.
But not any more-oh, never, never again! she assured herself, that being the only solace she could find.
All those shame-producing memories came tumbling back though Maybelle's mind as she glimpsed the shocking photograph which Nick had placed before her in the bank. Her panties were sopping wet. Her cheeks were flushed. Her hands trembled as she tended to her next customer, causing the middle-aged woman to scowl at her and wonder what she had been up to.
Tonight at nine! Maybelle kept thinking. I can't keep that date!
But if I don't . . . what will Nick do? He said he had other pictures, and I remember now-he and Arlene took a lot of them! Oh, why did I let them do that? Why did I ever give in to that awful man?
Maybe I should quit my job and leave home. But where would I go? I don't have much money, and everyone would wonder why I left. What would Uncle Hobart think?
OH GOD!
The room seemed to spin slowly, and the tormented girl felt as if she were about to faint.
Stebbins was still buzzing about behind the tellers' stations, keeping his eye on her because she was acting so strangely. The other teller, strait-laced old Hattie Osterfeld, was watching her, also.
"M-Mister Stebbins!" Maybelle suddenly said as she turned to face him. "I really d-don't feel to well. May I be excused . . . please?"
"Why, sure thing!" he said solicitously, squinting as he approached her. "You want me to call Doc Pierce?"
"No, I . . . I'll be all right. I just need to lie down for awhile."
"You just use the couch in my office," Stebbins said, a new light flickering in his eyes.
The rest of the employees watched as the manager guided Maybelle to his private office at the front of the small bank. She leaned against him as they approached the open door, and he let her precede him inside. He followed, shutting the door behind him.
"You know, Maybelle . . ." he began thoughtfully as he helped her to the worn leather sofa, "I understand how a girl like you could suffer a lot, under the watchful eye of an old prude like Hobart Peters, not giving you a chance to . . . uh . . . develop and find out about life the way a healthy young woman should."
Seated on the sofa, Maybelle gasped as she felt the banker's lewd hand glide up underneath her skirt . . .