Chapter 8
'You wanted to see me, Mr. Stebbins?" Maybelle inquired as she entered the bank manager's private office.
"Yes . . . yes . . . close the door, darling, will you?"
She turned to comply, and the bald little man admired her curved, quivery buttocks.
"First of all," he said as she sat next to his desk, "I want you to take those checks that just arrived from the printer over to Mr. Delman. His office is right down the street."
"Must I, Mr. Stebbins?"
He looked at her strangely. "Of course you must, Maybelle. Why on earth should you object?"
She looked down. "Very well, I'll do it."
"But that isn't the most important thing I wanted to talk to you about," Stebbins said. He reached out and lifted one of the girlish hands that rested in her lap.
Maybelle raised her wide, dark-blue eyes to meet his. Her lips puffed a bit, and there was a little quiver about them that happened when she was tense and apprehensive.
She wished Stebbins would let go of her hand, but he didn't. He leaned closer.
"Maybelle, precious ..." he began softly, "about yesterday ..."
The shocking occurrence of the day before flashed through Maybelle's mind, and she recalled in vivid detail how the lewd man had removed her panties and spread her thighs wide apart and got right down between them to lick and eat her warm, wet pussy until she came. The recollection caused her to blush.
'You gave me great pleasure," Stebbins went on. "And I like to think that you enjoyed yourself . . . just a little?" His eyes twinkled as he watched her foxily.
Maybelle wriggled her warm bottom against the wooden chair. "Yes, I did ... a little," she admitted. Her cheeks remained pink, and she avoided looking directly at the man.
'Then I would like to propose something."
Maybelle stared at him.
"Oh, don't get me wrong," he said quickly, making a stop-sign with his hand. "I am, as you know, married. Yes, my dear wife and I have been married for twenty-eight years-and, naturally, I am devoted to her."
"Of course."
"But, Maybelle . . . darling . . . you excite me tremendously! And I was wondering if perhaps, in return for some special favors I could give you . . . you might be willing to . . . let me . . ." He squirmed, finding it difficult to lay the proposition out.
The small-town hypocrite! Maybelle thought. The taste of Chicago that she had received during the two weeks she had spent there during the summer, along with the renewal of her acquaintance with Nick, had broadened her own outlook a great deal.
"What favors?" she asked out of mere curiosity.
"Aah!" Stebbins beamed, believing she was snatching at his bait. "A raise in your pay, of course . . . and some fine gifts . . . and, if you could see your way clear to leave that miserable uncle of yours who's been competing with this bank for years, a little apartment of your own."
"What would you want me to do for all that, Mr. Stebbins?" Maybelle asked, titillating herself with the proposition.
"Just be nice to me, precious," he purred, pressing her soft hand to his lips. "Let me adore you!"
Strange sensations coursed through the impressionable woman. She squirmed on the hard chair some more, her bottom becoming very warm.
"Well . . ." she said, her blue eyes rolling.
Suddenly she thought about Johnnie and struggled to bring herself under control. "I'm afraid I couldn't possibly accept," she told her boss.
"Oooh, please . . . please!" Stebbins begged. He dropped to one knee in front of her. "You don't know how happy you would make me! And I could give you such pleasure . . ."
Carried away with lust for the voluptuous young brunette, he pushed her skirt and slip up her thighs to her lap, and he gazed at the creamy, smooth flesh above her stocking tops.
"Mister . . . Stebbins!" she breathed heatedly as he bent and began licking her lovely thighs.
His wicked tongue scurried along a taut garter strap, leaving a wiggly, wet trail of saliva on her skin. His fingers stroked up and down across her stocking tops.
"Please say yes, Maybelle!" he begged hoarsely. "Let me love you!"
"Ooooh, my goodness . . . !" she breathed, his supplicating attitude all but bowling her over.
Taking that as a virtual acceptance, Stebbins groaned excitedly and lifted one of her lovely legs into the air. Maybelle was dismayed as she rocked backward on her chair, and the man stared at her open crotch with just a narrow strip of blue panty covering her sexual secrets. The soft bulges of her buttocks had partially escaped from her panty elastics, as had some black curly hairs along the center strip.
Stebbins got his eager face into her crotch as he rested her elevated leg on his shoulder. He first kissed her warm inner thigh, giving her a sharp thrill. Then he pressed his mouth shockingly -against the center of her panties, and she thrilled even stronger.
The now-familiar whirling sensation possessed her fevered brain.
"Stand up . . . stand up!" Stebbins said, letting her leg glide off his shoulder so that her shoe came to rest on the floor.
Maybelle stood in front of him on quivery legs.
"Turn around, angel," he said, and she did so, wondering what weird thing he was going to do next.
He raised her skirt and slip, holding them at the small of her back, and stared at her shapely bottom in blue nylon briefs. Maybelle was embarrassed. But she felt excited, also.
"H-hold your clothes up," Stebbins husked.
Maybelle complied. That freed the hands of the kneeling, baldheaded man, and he placed them against her panty-clad flanks. A little tremor went through Maybelle as his thumbs glided beneath her cheeky buttocks and formed a pincers with his fingers. He shook her quivery, rounded buttocks in her panties, then gave one of them a smart slap and watched it bounce.
Humiliation momentarily supplanted the sense of power Maybelle had been enjoying, because it was clear that Stebbins was treating her like an object and not a person at all. The things he did with her were so strange! But she did have Johnnie, and in all honesty letting Stebbins play with her was better than working.
She allowed him to continue, and he folded the top of her panties down a couple or three inches, exposing a portion of her asscrack. He licked it.
"Oooooh!" she whimpered in a small voice, and wiggled her rear.
The man pulled her panties all the way down, so that they formed a figure 8 around the tops of her thighs, and he pressed his face fully against her sweet ass. Maybelle thought it was the nastiest thing that had yet happened to her, but she didn't make Stebbins stop. On the contrary, she pushed her bottom backward, bending forward a bit at the same time, which made it easy for him to spread her satiny buttocks with the pressure of his face. He fastened his mouth around her tiny, enticing asshole. As he sucked moistly and thrillingly, he tickled the crinkly depression with the tip of his tantalizing tongue.
Maybelle cooed. She blushed and thought that what the man was doing was super-vile. But she wriggled her ass more heatedly against his face and received throb after throb of sheer delight, coursing up from the licked, tingling aperture between her buttocks.
After Stebbins had moistened and softened her anal dimple thoroughly, and had even invaded the clasping ring with quick little jabs of his tongue, he straightened up. He was breathing hard.
"Turn around, darling . . ."he panted, "and sit on the chair ... on your bare ass this time. I'll slip off your panties."
Maybelle sat. Her face was flushed, a wave of dark hair curving across a cheek. She shut her eyes, her long, dark lashes touching her fair skin. She tossed her head back.
She was entirely at the disposal of the lustful little banker who knelt in front of her, and he made the most of this opportunity. First drawing her silk panties all the way down her legs and off, then slipping them into his pocket, he spread her stocking-and-garter-clad thighs wide apart.
Her sweet pussy unfurled its lips which were puffy with excitement. Moisture glistened on her wiggly pink folds. Stebbins bent close, while drawing Maybelle's hips forward so that her buttocks barely perched on the edge of the chair. He stuck out his tongue and stroked the warm, velvety lips of her spread cunt, licking up her honey and eagerly swallowing it.
"Oooooh . . . you dirty, dirty man!" Maybelle said passionately.
"Yessss!" he husked, raising his head momentarily. "I am dirty!" He surprised Maybelle by continuing, "I cheat farmers who need money ... I foreclose on widows' homes ... I pull all kinds of shady deals every day!"
"Oooooh, Mr. Stebbins!" Maybelle cried. "EAT meeeee!"
He drove his open mouth grindingly into her soft, warm flesh and sucked voraciously, dipping his hot tongue into her twat. She screwed her cunt around the luscious lingual penetration and panted. Her hips bumped spastically.
The room seemed to swirl before her eyes, and she let herself go utterly. She heatedly fucked the tongue that was spearing her pussy, and her slippery, warm cunt juice smeared all over Stebbins's face.
"Oooooh . . . ooooh . . . ooooh!" she said, as she felt an orgasm coming on.
It struck with the force of a hurricane, and she bumped and writhed on the edge of the chair while the banker gobbled down her gushing juices.
He raised his head, breathing hard. He made little wheezy sounds.
Maybelle straightened up and stared at him as her vision gradually came back into focus. His face was wet and tortured.
"Stand up, Mr. Stebbins!" she said, her voice huskily excited.
He stood, and there was a bulge at the front of his neatly tailored suit-pants. Maybelle unzipped his fly.
"Oooooh, my darlinnnng . . ."he groaned. "Would you?"
Maybelle pulled out his prick.
It was the smallest she had seen yet, but it was super-stiff. It had a little foreskin which she easily pushed back. Stebbins's cockhead swelled pinkly, its slit gleaming with clear pre-coital moisture.
Maybelle's brain continued to swirl giddily as she bent to his thrusting, five-inch dick. She first licked the honey off its tip while the stubby organ quivered. Stebbins writhed on the balls of his feet.
The pretty girl took his cock into her mouth and sucked heatedly on it.
"OOOOOOOOOHH!" Stebbins said, and his body gave a lurch.
He spurted fervently into Maybelle's sucking mouth, and she gobbled his gushing semen down as she continued rhythmically clasping her soft lips around his twitching rod. She swallowed every bit of semen that he had to give, except for one little glob that clung to her pouty lower lip when she glidingly released him. Her pink tongue fluttered out, and she licked the little hole at the tip of his organ. She let his penis flop free, then smiled at him.
"Oooooh, my angel I" he exclaimed, and pulled her up into his arms.
He kissed her gratefully on her lush mouth, skidding on the bit of semen which was on her lower lip.
"Where are my panties?" she asked as he Walked her unsteadily to the door.
"I, uh, have them," he admitted. "Do you mind? I mean . . ."
"He quickly pulled out his wallet and handed her a twenty dollar bill. "Will this cover the cost?"
He could buy every pair of pants she owned for twenty dollars each, Maybelle though, and smiled as she took the bill. She tucked it into the cleft between her breasts.
"I want to, uh, see your titties next time and suck on them," he said, smiling a bit shamefacedly. "May I?"
"Of course," Maybelle murmured, and hurried from his office.
"All eyes were on her as she returned to her station in the small bank. She knew that she looked flushed and excited, and she felt cheap, because it suddenly had dawned on her that by taking the twenty from Stebbins she had become a prostitute.
But did that mean anything, really?
She felt pretty much the same as she had before. Men had been screwing and playing with her for nothing up to that time, and at last she was getting something tangible in return. What was so wrong with that?
She picked up the parcel of printed checks from her counter and carried them from the bank.
Nick's office was in a store-front on Main Steet where Howie's Bike Shop used to be. A help-wanted sign was in the front window, and Nick was interviewing behind a plain wooden desk. There were three other desks in the front room, but no once occupied them.
When Maybelle entered, Nick quickly said to the young man who sat beside his desk, "Okay ... come back Friday, and I'll explain what you're supposed to do."
"Is that all for now?" the man asked, rising.
"Yes." Nick's eyes were on Maybelle, stripping her in his smooth style.
Recalling the cruel way he had dumped her out in the country the night before, her hatred of him reasserted itself. Not wanting to look at him, she glanced at the door which led to the back room and saw no activity on the other side. The rear room seemed vacant.
"Just what do you do here?" Maybelle asked coolly as the young man whom Nick had been interviewing took his leave.
"Fuck pretty girls like you," Nick said, drawing her into his arms.
"Please!" she snapped. "Don't be vulgar! I brought you checks."
"Great!" Nick took the parcel and placed it on his desk.
"I'd still like to know what Delman Industries does."
"Well, why don't I show you the back room?" Nick suggested.
Maybelle let him guide her through the door, and she discovered that the large rear of the store was as vacant as she had suspected . . . except for a work bench which ran down the center of it, a holdover from its days as a bicycle repair shop.
"What's to see back here?" the girl sniffed haughtily as she glanced about.
"You!" Nick exclaimed, and pushed her forward across the rough bench.
She gasped. "NO! Nick, you let me up this minute!"
He chuckled tensely and yanked her skirt and slip to the small of her back.
"No underpants!" he said in surprise as he stared at her beautiful bare ass. "You're getting daring, aren't you?"
"Nick, you bastard!" she exclaimed, using the word for the first time in her life.
"I'll bet you're even on the pill now," he said while she writhed and whimpered, and he continued to hold her down across the table.
"I am not!" she cried. "Let me up!"
She was blushing fiercely, and she felt intensely humiliated. Why did things happen to her, she wondered, which first made her feel powerful, as if she could dominate the whole world of men, then turned her into an object just to be used, in any way they chose?
"Well, it's all right that you're not taking the pill," Nick said. "But I'll bet you get yourself a supply before the day's over."
"What are you going to doooooo?" Maybelle wanted to know as he continued to hold her face-downward, her bare bottom exposed, her thighs gleaming full and pale above the tops of her gartered stockings.
"Enjoy you in a very special way," he said, "and you don't need to worry about getting knocked up."
That couldn't be so bad, Maybelle tentatively concluded, and she slackened her efforts at resistance, which had accomplished nothing anyway.
Nick shockingly stuck his fingertips into the satiny crack between her buttocks and stretched the rubbery mounds apart by spreading his fingers and thumb. His other hand continued to press down on the small of her back.
As he gazed at her puckered little anus, Maybelle got her first inkling of what he had in mind. The thought terrified her . . .
"Ooooh, Nick, don't doooo it!" Maybelle cried.
"Do what?" the sandy-haired man teased as continued to eye her shyly shrinking anus.
"Just let me up!" Maybelle said, unable to be herself to voice her fear.
"Okay." Nick flipped her skirt down over her bottom and let her rise.
She faced him, blushing intensely, her black hair mussed.
'The only reason I'm letting you off the hook," he said, "is because of that sign in my window. I've got an ad in the local paper, too. I have to be available to do the interviewing."
"Wh-what are you hiring for?" Maybelle asked, trying to calm herself. She had been a ninny, she decided, to fear Nick might stick his cock up her ass. He wouldn't be that cruel. He had just been taunting her, and she had fallen for it.
"I'm getting up my staff," he said in response to her questions. "We're going into production this week."
"Producing what?" Maybelle asked, looking around her. The back of the old bicycle shop was bare of machinery or equipment of any kind.
"I'm afraid that's a secret for the time being," Nick replied, "but you'll know soon enough."
"I'm not going to do anything against the bank," she warned.
"You're going to do what I tell you-that includes meeting me tonight after work. Come here as soon as the bank closes."
"No, Nick! I-I've got a date."
"Yeah?" The smooth-featured man grinned.
"I thought you said you didn't have a boyfriend."
"Well, I do now."
"Hmmm." Nick studied her.
"Good-bye," she said simply, and turned to leave.
As she approached the front of the shop, it opened and Johnnie walked in.
He grinned. "Hi, Maybelle! What are you doing here?"
"I might ask you the same thing," she said, giving a nervous little smile.
T came to apply for a job," the young man explained. "Dad isn't doing so well at the feed store, and I figured maybe I ought to look for something else."
"Come right in," Nick said from behind Maybelle. J
As she reluctantly made the introduction, she could read a question in Nick's eyes-was this the young man she had fallen for?
She walked out, her buttocks twitching sassily. Without panties underneath her clingy skirt, the quiver of her asscheeks was more pronounced than usual.
She returned to the bank in a troubled state of mind, and her attitude improved little as the morning wore on. Not only was she worried about Nick's scheme which involved the bank, and the fact that Johnnie might be working for him, but her personal problems gave cause for added concern.
She had three men on the string-and her uncle was bothering her, also. She didn't know what to do about any of them. On top of that, she wasn't even able to have sex safely. Nick had been right about her having to get some birth control pills.
But she was ashamed to go to her family doctor.
Just before lunch she went into Mr. Stebbins's office and asked for his help.
"Why sure, precious," he purred, moving close to her. "I can get those little pills for you. Cy Logan, at the drug store, is a poker-playing friend of mine."
"Oooh, good!" Maybelle said. "And you won't need a prescription?"
"Are you kidding?" Stebbins responded, and stroked her resilient, quivery ass.
She eased herself from his embrace and walked to the door.
"Oh, I'd ask you to go to lunch with me," he said, "but, you know . . . people might talk."
"Of course, Mr. Stebbins."
They're already talking, you old fool! she thought, having caught suspicious looks from her co-workers each time she had exited the manager's office.
True to his word, he brought the pills to her that afternoon, moving up beside her during a quiet moment at the teller's station and slipping the packet surreptitiously into her purse.
One of her problems was eased, but she remained troubled. She couldn't quit thinking about what Nick had said that morning, and the way he had acted.
Though she didn't really believe he was serious, she tingled as she tried to imagine how it would feel to have a big prick thrust up the tiny aperture between her buttocks. That little hole could stretch, true, but Nature hadn't intended for a girl to get fucked back there. Still, she had heard it whispered that some girls let men do it to them that way.
Maybelle wasn't about to let it happen if she could help herself, she vowed.
She heard from neither Johnnie nor Nick during the balance of the work day, and Mr. Stebbins didn't bother her, except for some fond looks when he thought no one was watching. She left the bank at quitting time, as usual, and started up Main Street toward Lee.
A car pulled over to the curb beside her, and she recognized it as Nick's.
"Give your pretty legs a break!" he called.
"No, thank you," she replied tartly. "I'd just as soon walk."
"Now, Maybelle!" Stebbins scolded. He happened to be behind her. "That's no way to treat a very good customer! Let the gentleman give you a ride."
Damn! she thought, realizing she was trapped. She got into the car with Nick, and they sped away.
"That bank manager is a very cooperative fellow," he said.
He's a stupid jackass! she thought, and didn't say anything. She was looking poutily straight ahead.
Nick turned onto Lee Street, because he assumed Stebbins might be watching, then he cut quickly into the alley that ran behind the stores on Main.
"Where are you taking me to?" Maybelle demanded.
"For a little ride in the country."
"No! Let me out of this car!"
Maybelle grasped the door handle, but was afraid to leap out. The car was rocking along too rapidly down the rutty alleyway.
Nick turned onto a road that led into the countryside and upped his speed to 60.
"I'll scream!" Maybelle threatened.
"Go ahead. You see anybody around who'll hear you?"
They were rocketing between wide fields, the farmhouses set well back from the road. Maybelle realized that her plight was hopeless.
Nick turned onto a crossroad that led down to the river, where he parked off the road in the shelter of some trees.
"Don't you dare touch me!" Maybelle exclaimed as he faced her, smiling ominously.
"Why don't you get out and run?" he suggested from behind his dark glasses. "Maybe you can get away."
"Oooooh, Nick! Pleeeeease!"
"C'mere." He slid across the console that separated their bucket seats, and he was practically on top of her. She writhed, but couldn't prevent his arms from going around her, his hands cupping her breasts.
She fumbled for the door handle, grasped it, and pulled. The door swung open, and she tumbled out onto the grass.
Humiliated in the extreme, she tried to scramble to her feet. But Nick had sprung out after her and was holding her down.
"Let go of me!" she cried as she struggled. "Oooh, damn you!"
Nick flattened her on the grassy riverbank and flipped her skirt and slip to the small of her back. "Now we're going to get on with what we started this morning!" he announced.
"NO!" she exclaimed fearfully. "You can't!"
"Sure I can, baby! Ever since I first saw you, I've been wanting to fuck your plump, pretty ass!"
Maybelle writhed in terror, but she couldn't get out from under the hand that was holding her against the ground. All that her squirming accomplished was to shake her asscheeks in the frame of her flimsy garter belt, making them even more enticing to the brutal, demanding male. Her thighs were creamy perfection above the tops of her stockings.
Holding her with one hand, Nick used his other to open his trousers and push them down, together with his shorts.
"Let me do something else!" Maybelle begged.
"Such as?"
"Let me suck you!" the frightened girl pleaded, falling back on the remedy that had worked with her uncle when she had been threatened with a spanking.
"Okay," Nick said, and crawled around next to her face.
Maybelle raised her head and stared blearily at the thick, meaty cock which curved forward from his bushy loins. She didn't want to suck it, because she hated Nick. But her only other choice was to get up and run, and she felt certain he would catch her.
With her bottom and thighs still exposed, she crawled closer to him and stuck out her rosy tongue. Holding his cock around its base, she began to lick its bobbling, purplish head.
"Yeah, baby!" Nick rasped, and ran his hand into her raven hair, mussing it. "Make me feel good! Maybe I'll take pity on you!"
Maybelle worked his cock with greater dedication than she had shown to anyone's dick before. Her hot tongue skittered all round the ballooning head of his organ and fluttered against its slitted tip, which was beginning to drool clear fluid. She licked the honey up, then held his stiffening shaft in the air and waggled her wet tongue down its underside.
"Lick my balls, too!" he ordered.
"Yesssss . . . yesssss!" she breathed hotly against his dangling nuts. Then she was striking at the hair-enshrouded, velvety sac with her tongue as she inhaled the sweaty tang of his crotch.
"Get your mouth right on them!" he said, and pushed his testicles firmly against her face, so that not only her mouth was on them but her nose, as well. His shaft stuck up alongside her nose, his glans pressing her forehead.
Maybelle humiliatingly licked his balls and breathed in their heady fragrance, hoping that she could avoid the even more humiliating-and painful-invasion of her ass which he had promised.
He pushed her head lower and let his balls straddle her nose, his upthrust prick waggling to and fro in front of her forehead. Maybelle shamefully kissed the sensitive bridge between his nuts and asshole.
He backed up, his aggressively tilted pecker swaying.
"Now give me a damned good blow job I" he ordered. "Show me how you love to suck cock!"
"Ooooooh, yesssss, Nick ... I love it!" she panted, only partially putting on. She truly was aroused by that time, and she was gaining greater hope all the while that she might save herself from being speared in the backside.
Just let me get Nick's big cock in my mouth, she thought excitedly, and I'll suck him until he comes! Then he won't be able to hurt me!
She thought she might be able to come also, from sheer relief.
Her mouth closed warmly around the knob of his rod, and she commenced sucking as she watched him with her large violet eyes. His eyes became brighter, and she could see the satisfaction that glinted in them. He began stroking his thick. throbbing prick between her lips.
Maybelle sucked him with utter concentration, her tongue gliding against the underside of his tasty cock as her encircling lips stroked forward and back along his slippery shaft and across his ridged corona. She plunged lower and lower on his staff, taking him deeper into her mouth with every diving thrust of her head-taking him into her hot, tight throat as well.
Nick squirmed on his knees, his balls quivering, his long prick twisting in Maybelle's sucking mouth. His eyes rolled in their sockets, because the sensation she was giving him was so very good. But he hadn't forgotten what he most wanted to do with her.
Maybelle hadn't forgotten it, either, and that was why she sucked him so heatedly, trying to bring him off. Her tongue was a wild thing as she lapped against his thrusting prick. Her mouth champed on his big, spongy glans. Her lips clasped rhythmically on his stroking shaft as they glided along it. Even her throat cooperated by opening and shutting around his cockhead.
She had never felt so thoroughly speared in the face. She only hoped it would'save her from the more brutal spearing Nick had in mind.
Maybelle should have learned by that time that Nick was a man who insisted on having his way.
The feelings of others were unimportant to him- he only used them.
He was using Maybelle's pretty face at the moment . . . her warmly clasping lips, her gliding tongue, and her enveloping mouth and throat. She raised him, with stroke after stroke of her o-shaped lips, to a peak of lustful frenzy.
Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth, his big prick whipping springily to and fro. He pushed down on her shoulders, mashing her breasts against the ground, and he swung around behind her. He grasped her bare hips, his hands spanning the straps of her garters, and he jerked her ass into the air.
"NICK!" she cried. "NOOOOOOH! OOOOH, PLEEEEEASE!"
Her pleadings might have been dandelion puffs on the late-summer air for all the impact they had. Nick stretched her rubbery buttocks apart and twisted his hips, lodging the wet, gleaming knob of his pecker between her lush mounds.
He poked at her defensively clasping anus.
"OOOOOOOH!" she bawled, fearing the hurt that was to come, and she tried to flatten herself on the ground. But Nick kept her bottom aimed up in the air, its cheeks widely spread.
He pushed grindingly against the tiny gate which Maybelle didn't want to open. She gasped as the pressure turned to pain. She tried to keep her anal muscle tense, but Nick's insistent pressure gradually forced it to yield. Her radiating puckers began to spread, an agonizing millimeter at a time.
Maybelle was dismayed to feel her asshole widening before the man's brutal thrust. The burning was intense. Gradually she felt Nick's cockhead gaining entry.
Her asshole was forced wider and wider to accommodate the bulging knob of his prick, and she thought she would pass out from the pressuring hurt. Then suddenly the fattest part of his glans popped inside her, and her elastic ring snapped into the groove behind his corona.
That lessened the pain a bit. But as Nick kept thrusting, his prick plunging farther into the girl's defenseless ass, she felt a deeper and more awesome pressure. It was as if a telephone pole were being thrust right up her rear!
"AAAAAAWWWWW!" she groaned in abject degradation as the cruel man had his brutal way with her.
His prick sank deeper and deeper into her shocked asshole until she amazingly had absorbed the entire length of his rod. She felt him sticking way up into her bowels. His pubic hairs scratched the sensitive inner slopes of her buttocks as his flat front compressed those resilient mounds.
"Damn, but your asshole's tight!" he husked as he slowly twisted his deeply sunk dick inside her.
"Ooooooh, you're killllll-ing meeeee!" Maybelle protested, tears in her eyes.
"Shut up!" he snapped. "You can take it! Just think-you don't have to worry about getting pregnant!"
That was slight consolation as Nick rotated his long cock in her rear, causing her speared asshole to stretch even more. Then he withdrew a few inches and watched her rosy anal membrane turn outward and glide caressingly along his retreating shaft. He reversed directions, and her tissue folded inward as he drove deeply up her ass for the second time.
Maybelle felt as if she were about to faint. The river, the trees, the grass beneath her wavered in and out of focus as Nick fucked his thick, iron-hard cock in and out of her ass.
How huge he felt in there! How hot! How . . . thrilling!
Warm shivers went through the ass-fucked young woman as she began to writhe, responding despite herself. Nick's cock forged ever more ferociously up her tight, clasping anus, his belly spanking her buttocks. She curved her back inward to thrust her butt higher.
"Ooooooh . . . yesssss . . . YESSSSS!" she heard herself hiss. "Fuck it! Ooooh, ssscrew it! Spear my hot ASSSSSSSS!"
Nick fucked her clasping, rippling asshole fiercely, and she bobbed against his deep-reaching thrusts. Her insides swirled hotly. She felt herself nearing an orgasm, despite the fact that her pussy hadn't been touched.
She panted and moaned. She shut her eyes, squeezing tears from them, as she pressed her cheek against the ground. Her nerves were drawn taut.
Then all the tension seemed to let go at once, and she squealed piercingly as she came, shaking her buttocks against Nick. His big cock jerked in the hot grasp of her anus. Sperm bubbled up from his balls to speed through the twitching tube of his prick and empty gushingly into her bowels.
Maybelle had yet another orgasm when she felt his thick cream pour into her, where no man had ever come before.
He shook, his phallus quivering inside her. Then he let her fall motionless against the ground, and he pulled his long rod from her asshole with a sucking pop.
"Ooooooooh!" she moaned shiveringly as she felt her anal orifice contract slowly.
"Let's jump in the river," Nick said, and began to toss off his clothes.
Maybelle followed his lead, because she needed to cool off and clean up. Writhing on the ground, she stripped out of her dress, slip and bra. She didn't bother with her garter belt and stockings as she rose on shaky legs and ran for the water.
Nick followed, and they splashed together in the rippling cool current. It soothed the burning in Maybelle's rear, and she knew she would be all right . . . physically.
She knew also that she would never forgive Nick for what he had done. She would find a way to get back at him, she vowed.
"It's the doggonedest job I ever had!" Jo said as he unbuttoned Maybelle's blouse.
"In what way?" she asked, snuggling next to hi in the front seat of his car.
"Well, there don't seem to be any work to do- at least, not yet. But I've got to help Nick with something tomorrow. All the guys are, nearly as I can find out." He pushed the edges of the pretty girl's blouse aside. "Wow, baby, you've sure got beautiful tits!"
"Mmmmmm!" Maybelle purred as Johnnie petted her full, bobbing globes. She had deliberately left off a bra that night, and she hadn't worn a half-slip or stockings, either. Her only underwear consisted of silk pants.
"Wh-what. are you, uh, going to ... do for Nick . . . tomorrow?" she asked, having difficulty concentrating on the conversation while Johnnie played with her knockers.
"Let's forget that now-okay?" the youth suggested, and bent his blonde head.
His lips eagerly gobbled up a thrusting rosy nipple, and he sucked on it, making Maybelle's breast bob. She squirmed, wiggling her titty against his face. He tugged warmly and moistly at her nipple, stretching the rubbery protrusion and elongating her breast as well. Tossing his head gently from side to side, he swung her breast, making its fullness wobble sensuously.
His hand was covering her other round, smooth breast. He squeezed the resilient firmness and rolled it, her stiff nipple tickling his palm.
"Oooooh, Johnnie, let's get into the back seat!" she purred.
He just kept sucking at her breast while his strong fingers kneaded the other one. Maybelle writhed, her bottom getting hot against the car-seat.
Johnnie switched his sucking mouth from one nipple to the other, and his tongue worked as heatedly as his lips. Maybelle looked down in the moonlight at her breast that he had just sucked, and she thought that its nipple had never been so red and thrusting before. It gleamed with Johnnie's saliva.
"Ooooooh, you . . . just make my tits . . . feel so good!" Maybelle said passionately, enjoying the opportunity to use some sexy words.
"Aaaawwwwwnnng!" her boyfriend replied, champing at the nipple that throbbed in his mouth.
Maybelle dropped her hand to his lap.
Oooooh, yes! she discovered. He's got a wonderful hard-on! I have to see it!
Her fingers crept to the tab of his zipper, at the top of his fly, and they took old of the little metal flange. She drew the tab down, slowly opening his pants.
Maybelle's excitement mounted to even giddier heights as she glided her hand into Johnnie's trousers and wrapped her cool, delicate fingers around his cramped cock. She brought his organ out and pumped her hand up and down around it as it stuck up straight and strong. She left his foreskin retracted and tickled the bulging head of his prick with her fingertips. She lightly scratched the smooth, bulbous glans with her nails.
"Aaaargh!" he exclaimed, jerking his mouth off her titty and making the rubbery globe bounce.
He looked down and watched Maybelle's fingers tease the head of his dick.
"Wow, I love it when you play with my cock!" he rasped.
"Would you like me to suck it?" Maybelle asked.
"Man, yeah!" he enthusiastically replied.
The girl bowed her head, and all he could see was her luscious black hair. But what he felt was sheer heaven as her moist tongue tickled the tip of his pecker. Her wet, velvety swab swirled around the fullness of his glans, and he writhed, breathing hard. Maybelle clutched his shaft around its base to steady it as her tongue traced the groove behind the ridge of his corona.
She loved the tangy taste of him and his wild, manly scent. She enjoyed the throbbing smoothness of his cockhead against her tongue . . . then against her lips as she lightly kissed its drooling tip.
Her lips parted wider, and she let the bulging knob of Johnnie's prick ooze into her mouth. She locked her soft lips around it and sucked as she swirled her tongue heatedly around his bulb.
"Aahhgg!" he gasped. "Shit! Ooooh, baby, you do that so good!"
Maybelle began bobbing her bead, gliding her o-shaped lips up and down on his horny shaft which quickly became slick with her saliva. His cockhead surged farther and farther back on her lapping tongue, then into the tightness of her throat.
He groaned harshly.
"Better . . . take it easy ..." he panted as the girl gave him head, "or I'll... come right now!"
Maybelle jerked erect, letting his stiff cock flip free, and she smiled at him. "Did you like that?" she asked.
"You know I did!" Johnnie exclaimed.
"I'm glad, because I liked it too!"
She snuggled into his arms, and they kissed passionately, their tongues dipping and stroking together. Maybelle kept her hand around his up-thrust dick, and he stroked her. bare thighs, pushing her skirt to her lap. She became sorry that she had worn panties that night, as his fingers tickled her between the legs. How much better it would be, she thought, to feel his caress directly on her hot cunt!
Johnnie wasn't sorry she had panties on. There was something about the sleekness of the thin nylon, pressing against her plushy snatch, that increased his excitement ... at the moment. He rolled her onto one hip and felt her bottom through the clingy pants, their silken embrace seeming to make her asscheeks even more wobbly-soft and springy that if they were nude.
But all this tactile excitement only whetted Johnnie's desire to get on with the seduction, and his fingers curled around the elastic top of the undergarment that had stimulated him. He pulled Maybelle's panties down at the back and got his hand onto her bare ass, rubbing her shivery rondures and feeling the satiny crack between them.
She squirmed, settling on the part of her bottom that he had denuded, and she lifted her shapely, smooth thighs. Johnnie pulled her panties up them, over her knees, then down her calves and off.
She spread her thighs apart.
Ooooooh, baby . . .!" the young man husked as he sank an eager finger into her wet, hairy twat.
"Uuuuuh! Ooooooh!" Maybelle rolled her hips, wriggling her slippery cunt around his plunging finger. Her titties shook. Some hair fell across her face, and her lush lips were moistly parted.
"I've . . . got to ... do it to you now!" Johnnie said urgently, and she could tell by the way his cock was throbbing in her grasp that he meant it. If they waited much longer, he might go off outside her, she feared.
"Let me get into the back," she said, and rose to climb over the seat.
Johnnie watched her bare legs flash next to his face, and he lifted her skirt to look at her wiggling ass. She lunged forward atop the seat, trying t reach the rear of the car, but he wouldn't let he get there. She looked too damned good where she was, with her beautiful bottom sticking into the air as her head hung down on the other side of the seat. Her furry cunt peeped out from between the tops of her thighs.
The youth rose to a kneeling position behind her, his upthrust prick waggling, and he pull down on her bottom, holding her in a bent position atop the seat. (If he'd had a more mode car, with headrests, that wouldn't have be possible, but in his old heap the arrangement was perfect).
"Joh-neeee!" Maybelle cried. "You're not goiing to . . . dooo it to me that way . . . are you?"
"That's right, baby," he said, swabbing the w head of his prick between her plump buttocks.
"Ooooooh, not in my asshole, Johnnie!" s' begged. "Stick it up my cunt!"
The youth hadn't had ass-fucking in min though the idea was stimulating. He filed it f future consideration, and worked the knob of h: cock into Maybelle's soft, wet, hair-encircled vagina.
"YESSSSSSS!" she hissed heatedly as she felt his long, hard rod glide all the way into her hotly clasping snatch.
Johnnie was bent well over her, practically lying atop her back, because there wasn't much room between the top of the seat and the car's roof. But the arrangement worked fine as he began to pull and thrust, slapping his front against her bouncy buttocks. His cock pumped long and straight into her pussy. The pressure of the seat-back made her passage even narrower than usual, and forced her clit into thrilling snug contact with his stroking rod. She writhed passionately, wriggling her tight cunt around his thrusting member as her head hung down and her titties shook freely.
"Wowwwww . . . oooooh, WOWWVVVVW!" she panted as Johnnie screwed her.
The old car shook as he rode her bobbing, squirming ass. He reached down and cupped her tits which were dangling upside down. His hips hunched faster and faster.
"Oooh, SHIT!" He stopped suddenly. "I don't want to . . . knock you up!"
"Don't worry!" she moaned. "I'm on the pill now!"
Overjoyed, Johnnie resumed his vigorous fucking of her, and their vibrant young bodies heaved together. He squeezed her satiny tits and pulled her stiff nipples. He ground his rigid prick deeper and deeper into her tight, wiggly cunt.
"OOOOOOOHHH!" she bawled, jerking spastically, "I'M CUMMMM-INNNNNNG!"
"AAAAAGGGHHH!" Johnnie rasped, and came with her, his cock twitching and spurting into her hot, rippling hole.
He fell away, onto his ass on the car seat, and Maybelle pushed herself backward. She slid to her knees and looked at him dizzily.
"Where are my pants?" she asked, because she didn't want to sit on her wet pussy without the protection of her undies between it and her skirt.
Johnnie picked her panties from the floor of the car and shook the dust off them. Then he tenderly fitted them onto her legs and pulled them up, snugging them around her beautiful bottom. She turned and sat down, tucking her skirt beneath her.
"Wheeeew!" she said, and pushed her disheveled hair away from her face. 'That was wild!"
"But you liked it, huh?" Johnnie said, snuggling close.
"It was wonderful!"
They kissed, his hands stroking her exposed breasts. His lips glided from her mouth and down her throat to suck at each of her nipples, in turn.
"Baby, you're terrific!" he said, gazing at her as he hefted one of her titties on his palm.
"So are you!"
Maybelle wished she could tell him about the spot Nick had put her in, and she wanted to reveal her problem with the bank manager, as well. But she was afraid Johnnie wouldn't understand.
She turned the tables on him and said, "You were going to tell me what you're supposed to do for Nick Delman tomorrow."
"Was I?" Johnnie grinned. "Nick told me not to talk about it. He said the whole thing is super-secret while he's getting his business set up, and if anybody talks out of turn it's liable to ruin everything. But maybe I can tell you this much-tomorrow's Friday, and that's the day we start generatin' capital."
"What?"
"Generatin' capital is what Nick called it, but I can't tell you just what that means. We're gonna do it on Friday and Saturday, all around Peachville. It's gonna help Nick get that big government contract he's got his eye on."
"I don't understand any of this," Maybelle said.
"Well, I don't either, to tell you the truth. But
Nick says we've gotta do it to show that his company is active and handling a lot of business. Otherwise the government won't give him the order." "What order?"
'To build some kind of gizmo for jet planes," Johnnie said, fondling his girl friend's tits. "Nick claims he's got all the equipment to do the job--it's in Chicago, and he's having it shipped here."
'This is crazy!" Maybelle said.
"You mean, what I said," Johnnie asked with a grin, "or this?"
He squeezed her breasts harder and rolled her plump nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
Maybelle began heating up once more.
"Ooooooh, that's the craziest!" she said, and began playing with the youth's damp, floppy cock.
His statement about Nick had mystified her, and she didn't see how she and the bank fitted into the picture-except for that part about "generating capital." The bank controlled all the business capital in Peachville, so it obviously had to be involved in the scheme. Maybelle wondered if her boss knew what Nick had in mind.
Those thoughts went spinning away as Johnnie placed his hand between her legs. His mouth sucked warmly at one of her breasts, and his cock began to grow in her clasping hand.
They were off on another passion trip, and Maybelle was as eager for it as he. Only when she was fucking with Johnnie did she forget her other troubles. Nick, Stebbins, and her nasty old uncle couldn't intrude on the wonderful love they shared. Maybelle had climaxed with the other men, with all of them, but there was more than just physical satisfaction between Johnnie and her. There was Something warmer and deeper, called love. That made all the difference in the world.
Johnnie's fingers lifted an elastic legband of Maybelle's panties and glided under it. He stroked the damp fur of her pussy, then parted the fleshy labia. One finger, then two, slithered into her wet, warm cunt.
She tugged at his penis, restoring it to thick, throbbing erection, aided by his digital penetration of her clasping flesh. She rolled his foreskin up and down on his cock, masturbating him as delightfully as he was frigging her, his fingers stroking in and out of her hole.
"Pull my pants and shorts down around my knees," he said, not content merely to poke out through his fly when he took her this time.
Maybelle complied, and he lifted his hips to help her. His erection swayed, the pink, moist head of his cock swelling hugely.
"Now for your panties," he said, and stripped the silky, damp garment off her.
He grasped her under the arms and swung her astride his legs, facing him.
"Oooooh, John-neeeee!" she purred, kneeling on the carpet as she straddled his thighs.
His cock stuck straight up in front of her belly, and she rubbed against it, enjoying the way his hardness brushed her bush and tickled the top of her slit.
He pushed his rump deeper into the cushion and grasped his cock, directing it into her crotch. Maybelle rose a bit to make the connection possible, then let herself down onto his prong. Her knees skidded to the sides as she knelt very open astride his lap, almost doing a split. His prick throbbed way up inside her.
He grasped her full breasts and rubbed her nipples along his lips, stiffening the rubbery studs. He took moist, lingering sucks at her titties.
Maybelle writhed, grinding her hips fervently, which caused her cunt to swirl around his up-thrust cock. Her tits tossed and quivered against his face.
Johnnie's hands curled around the lush cheeks of her ass, which he squeezed and pulled apart as she rotated and pumped her pussy up and down on his shaft.
Her eyes rolled wantonly. Every fiber of her being seemed to throb. Johnnie's prick felt so very good as it surged up and down inside her, rippling the narrow walls of her cunt. Her nipples throbbed as he tugged at first one, then the other. Her breasts bobbed rhythmically as she twisted from side to side while fucking up and down on his lap.
Every part of the lovely girl's body seemed to move at once. It made her feel deliriously abandoned to love a man that way-especially Johnnie! He was the only one she wanted to make love to, from that time on.
His stiff cock jabbed repeatedly up into her swirling, pumping cunt. As he continued holding her buttocks apart, his fingers felt the gliding linkage of his hard shaft and her soft, clasping flesh. His fingertips glided along the cleft of her ass, tickling her tingly little anus.
Maybelle cooed. She moved faster and faster astride her lover. She gasped and moaned. Finally she squealed as they reached a pounding, quivering finale.
She lapsed heavily against him, his prick giving its last little twitches far up inside her. Gradually it grew soft and, as they kissed and licked each other's tongues, the presence inside her shrank.
She climbed off him, relinquishing his penis. She slid into her panties before sitting down.
Johnnie put his arm around her, and they sat very close together during the drive to her home.
"I wish you wouldn't work for that man," she said thoughtfully.
"Who-Nick? Hell, he's all right!"
"I don't think he is," Maybelle said. "He'll get you in trouble."
"No, he said there wouldn't be any static about the checks."
Maybelle looked intently at the youth. "What checks?"
"Oooh shit, I shouldn't have said that!" Johnnie said. "But I can trust you. Just don't tell anyone else-okay?"
"What about the checks, Johnnie?" Maybelle asked apprehensively.
"Well, that's how the rest of the guys and me are gonna generate capital. We're gonna cash this bunch of checks all around town on Friday and Saturday. Then we're gonna bring the money to Nick, and he's gonna put it into the bank on Monday. That'll make it look like he's doing a lot of business-see?"
Maybelle saw at last, and the vision terrified her.