Chapter 5
As she watched the girl swimming, she thought, absently of her father. She saw the smooth, clean line her even strokes made cutting through the waves, and she could not help but smile.
She was nearing her seventeenth birthday, and that was the day she had picked out for her next phase of the plan. It should be a glittering night, full of heady drink and even more powerful grass. The girl would be helpless.
Already the husband could not move without seeking her thoughts. In the short space of a month on the island, away from the familiar territory of New York, he had loosened up and relaxed, become more open to her subtle suggestions.
In direct contrast, or perhaps, more to the point, response, his wife had gotten colder and more withdrawn. There was no doubting that she knew what was happening, for whenever she did come closer to the rest of them, the bitterness and anger flashed in her eyes and trembled in her voice.
Salome knew that Jessica was aware of her loss of influence over her husband. It was all very subtle and guarded, but nonetheless, real and growing more defined. In a short time, he will listen to me, and me alone, the nurse thought.
So, as she watched the girl swimming, the two-pronged effort of her plan mingled with the memory she had of her step-father and she smiled broadly. First the seduction, then the degradation, she was thinking.
It was simple enough, she knew, to create loyalty and trust in the father. Even the older boy, was fairly easy. She had the father, completely, now, and the boy was hers for the asking. She had not had anything to do with Martin since that first time, but her avoidance of contact was so smooth and subtle, that he did not respond to it with anything but anticipation for the next time.
No, it was the girl that she had to concentrate on, now, as she always knew it would be. They had come to the point of open contempt, the girl not bothering to hide her emotions at all, while Salome dealt with her on a firm, cool level.
Often, when they were alone, the tension between them would quietly explode. "I know what you're up to, bitch," the girl had snarled once. "But you're not getting my father, I won't let you!"
"Why, do you want him for yourself," Salome had answered coolly. "Or is it I that you desire, little whore?"
The girl had tried to slap her, but Salome, her hands fast and strong from years of hospital training, caught her grip and held her wrist like a vice. "Don't try and cross me, Candy," she had whispered evenly. "I'll break you in tiny pieces."
The girl was afraid of her, and that, combined with her hatred, made her very vulnerable, Salome, knew. She would be easy, once the right events were set into motion, and the correct actions performed. All she had to do was wait.
The party was that evening, and as she watched Candy climb out of the surf, her tiny bikini plastered to her body, hugging the girlish curves deliciously, Salome felt the familiar surging in her loins. This one was going to be distinctly pleasant, she thought, with eagerness Her parents had given the girl permission to hold her own, private party on the beach, without any adults involved. Salome wouldn't have let her have a party with armed guards attending, knowing the girl and some of her friends, but she wasn't the child's parents, and in any case, the girl's wildness suited her purpose.
The girl dressed in a two-piece sailor suit for the evening. The square-cut blouse came to just beneath her braless breasts, and the shorts were tight to her crotch, baring every inch of her smooth, buttery thighs.
Her father cast an eye at her when she appeared from her bedroom in the outfit, and the flicker of interest Salome saw in them, made the nurse nod with a knowing smile of satisfaction and delight.
"You're going to have every boy on the island over here, wearing that," Mr. Tapper growled, good-naturedly.
"Ohh, Daddy," the girl giggled. "You always say such things. You make me embarrassed sometimes, I swear."
Her mother was not so light-hearted about the matter. "You just see you keep that outfit on, young lady," she said sternly. "I find any sand inside of it, I'm going ground you for the summer."
Salome stifled a laugh that rose in her throat, noticing the darting looks that the two female's exchanged. It wasn't hard to tell that the older woman was jealous of her daughter's youth and just blossoming beauty.
"Don't worry, Mother," the girl replied, stiffly. "I won't cause the family any scandal. I'd hate to upset your standing among your friends."
The frosty air between them was almost so thick, that you could see the clouds of ice. The girl and her mother stared at each other for a few more moments, then Candy picked up a small sweater and slipped it around her shoulders.
"I'm going to see to the arrangements," she said in a haughty, grownup fashion.
"I shall be at the beach house, if you need me."
Her mother watched her go, shaking her head, angrily. "Little bitch," she muttered under her breath.
"Yes, she is taking after you a little, isn't she, dear?" Bert Tapper said grimly.
"You should talk, you pig," his wife snarled in return. "She becomes this way, because no one cares to teach her how to act."
"I've done my best with her," Bert barked. "I can't help it if she loves money more than she does friendship or decency."
"Decency," Jessica laughed bitterly. "As if you have the right to talk about decency! That's a fine joke, all right, Bert. A real classic."
He slammed down the newspaper he was reading and got to his feet. "One of these days, my darling wife, you are going to push me too far."
"There is no such thing as too far with you, Bert," she replied, coolly. "I've learned that, after years of observing you."
Her husband had no comeback to that, and he turned and stomped angrily out of the room. Across the table, Salome and his wife exchanged pointed glances. The black nurse, wisely looking away first.
"You've done a good job so far, haven't you?" Jessica whispered coldly. "I am sure you are very proud of yourself."
Rising from the table, the tall, elegant woman shook her head. "I must see to little Billy," she said, ignoring the remark.
"One of these days, you're going to have to pay for- this," the woman hissed at her departing back. "I swear it, you'll pay, one of these days!"
After she had changed the boy and put him to bed, Salome allowed herself a long walk along the beach. She was smoking a marijuana cigarette, allowing herself the luxury of getting relaxed with the high.
Her head was clear, despite the numbing effect of the herb, and she was thinking, grimly, of the task ahead. From far off, she could hear the beginning of the party, and the high, tinkling laughter of teenagers made her think of all that she had to do.
Dusk was covering the land, and the sun a blazing ball over the ocean, and she gazed at it, calming herself completely, allowing all emotions to wash out of her. By the time the land and water were dark, she was ready.
The party lasted well into the night, she could hear them shouting and laughing for a long, long time, before the drink and the grass settled them down into a dull, listless state of near silence.
By midnight, about all she could hear from her position behind a large sand dune, was occasional muttering and laughter, and the quiet, melodic strains of a guitar being played, softly without any excitement.
Naturally, Candy had played the bitch and cock-tease all night long. Several boys had flocked around her, eager to take her off behind one of the dunes for a passionate session of love. But she refused them all, playing them against each other and enjoying completely, their attempts to catch her attention.
Salome had observed all of this, carefully noting the state the girl was in as each hour passed. She watched her for ah hour, after midnight, sitting in front of the glowing fire they had built on the sand, staring mournfully into the flames.
In a desperate attempt to gain attention, she at last rose and ran into the water, screaming and laughing, trying to get the others to join her. But, as children will, after .they have taken all they can take, they did not. They had enjoyed themselves at her party, art! now, since they really didn't care for her, they were bored by her.
Shivering with more than the chill of the night air, the girl hurried up to the small beach house used for shelter and changing clothes, and Salome followed her.
She peered through a small window for a moment, as she watched the girl lighting a fire in the fire place, then she clicked open the door and stepped inside, just as Candy was about to take off her soaked blouse. "What the hell do you want?" the girl snarled, weaving as she faced the tall, calm woman in front of her. "Get out of here and leave me alone!"
"Now, you know you don't want me to do that," Salome chuckled softly, slowly making her way over to where the girl was standing. "You know you don't want that at all, do you, Candy?"
"I'm about to get undressed," the girl hissed. "I don't like to do that in public, you know."
"You didn't seem to mind, that afternoon when Coal Stringer was over to the apartment," chuckled the black woman.
The girl's eyes went wide with shock and terror and she backed off a step as the black woman continued to draw near to her. "How... how did you know about that?"
Salome chuckled softly. "I know lots of things, darling girl," she murmured. "More than you could imagine, my little pet."
She was right in front of the girl, now and she reached out, and began to unbutton the top to Candy's suit. The girl shuddered and made a weak attempt to bat the woman's hands away.
"Now, now, Candy," whispered Salome, moving an inch or two nearer to the girl. "You'll catch cold in those wet things. Let your nurse make you warm, dear."
The girl was shivering violently as the black woman quickly unbuttoned the soaked garment and pulled it down off her shoulders and arms. The seventeen-year-old groaned as her tiny, round breasts were exposed, quivering adorably and goose-bumped from the chill.
Tenderly, Salome ran one hand over the girl's belly and pulled on the buckle to the shorts, while she lifted one pert, pink globe to her lips and kissed it fondly. The girl groaned again, shuddering with the sensual pleasure of Salome's mouth against the tiny sphere, and the feeling of her shorts being unfastened at the same time.
"What... ohh, what are you doing?" she moaned, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and heady anticipation. "Please, don't, I'm confused, stop!"
Salome laughed, her voice rich and warm with pleasure. She pushed the shorts down over the girl's smooth, tapered thighs and they dropped to the wooden floor of the cottage with a dull, wet plop.
The girl gasped in surprise, clearly not understanding whether she was shocked at being naked, or at not putting up any sort of a struggle at all. The warm flames of the fire baked her thighs and buttocks, and the soothing caress of Salome's lips moved gently across the tops of her breasts.
"I... I don't understand," she groaned as the black woman slid her free hand around her waist and curled her fingers over her buttocks. "I... I don't understand... anything at all!" .
Salome laughed, feeling the girl's flesh responding as she touched it, shivering and tingling beneath her attentive mouth and hands. She flicked her tongue at one, pert, erect nipple and Candy groaned with obvious delight.
"You don't have to understand," she whispered erotically. "Just leave all that to me! All you have to do is enjoy yourself, my dear, just enjoy yourself!"
The girl moaned . as Salome turned her around, slowly and began to back her toward a small, narrow cot on the other side of the tiny cottage. Her lips traveled upward, suddenly meeting the tender petals of the girl's succulent mouth and Candy gasped and groaned in eager surprise.
She felt the black woman pushing her down on the cot and she found herself doing so, willingly. Salome's fingers were at her breasts and loins, then, kneading her tender, damp flesh in a firm but gentle manner.
Slowly, sensuously she kissed and caressed the girl. All of this required the utmost in gentleness and tact. Every gesture, every touch had to be perfect and precise. As she fondled the young girl's breasts, kneading the lovely globes, tenderly, she ran the tips of her fingers through the damp, silken strands of hair that covered Candy's quivering hillock.
"Ohh, that... that feels so nice," the girl murmured, thickly. "God, Salome, why... why is it so nice?"
She shivered, the warm, loving touch of the black woman stimulating her continuously, by this time. She leaned back on the bed, trembling as the experienced fingers traveled over her cunt and breasts, and the soft crush of her mouth mashed hungrily against her own, tender petals.
She found herself reaching up to pull at the buttons to Salome's sweater and slacks, eagerly, anxiously freeing the woman of her garments. The clothing fell away from the black woman's body without any effort at all, and before the girl knew it, Salome was naked too, on the cot, pushing her way onto it beside her.
As the black woman kissed her, their lips moved against each other in a loving, hungry kiss, their tongues darting and stabbing back and forth in a joyous dance of passion. To the girl, the woman's mouth was more sensual and erotic than she had ever dreamed one might be, and to Salome, the girl's lips were sweeter than the finest wine she could ever drink. - She kneaded the soft, pliant flesh of the girl's breast, digging her fingers into the spongy globe and felt the nipple growing taut against her palm. The girl shivered with delight and groaned, reaching out her hands for Salome's own, dangling spheres.
She cupped her tiny hands beneath the big, soft globes and the black, woman moaned as she felt the tender digits massaging her quivering boobs. She nodded slightly, crushing her lips tightly against the girl's soft, moist mouth.
"Yes, little love," she murmured thickly. "Ummm, that's the way, my dear, just like that, yes, ahh, good!"
Candy shivered as she felt Salome's fingers roaming more intently over her mound. She felt the gentle, enticing caress warming the fires in her loins, and almost at once a dewy fluid began to seep from her cave and coat the stroking fingers with a thick, rich film of her pleasure.
She sighed, feeling the fingers leisurely riding up and down the length of her cunt petals, pulling and teasing them lovingly. She felt the hot, almost stinging waves rolling through her flesh, then, and she sighed once more, as a gripping, almost blanketing need enveloped her.
"Ohh, Salome, so nice, it's so nice," she moaned, quietly. "I... I never felt like this before, I never did!"
The black woman laughed, feeling the girl kneading her breasts more hungrily, then, as her pleasure increased. She rocked slowly from left to right above the girl, kissing and nibbling on her lips as she stroked the cunt more passionately.
The heat that was pouring from the girl's cave told the black nurse that the girl was rapidly sinking into her passion. She no longer attempted to fight any of it, but was surrendering, willingly now, to the lust that had been seething inside of her for quite some time.
One of the girl's hands now dropped to the black woman's cunt and she began to knead it almost as passionately as Salome was kneading hers. She felt the strange, thick dampness of the mound and the pounding heat against her fingers, and she felt stimulated by the woman's reaction, almost as powerfully as by her own.
Salome began to twist around on the bed, then, moving her mouth slowly down over the girl's soft, warm throat. "I shall make you feel very good, my dear," she promised softly. "Very good, I assure you!"
As her mouth brushed over Candy's tiny breasts, the two, flat spheres trembled with delight and the already hard nipples grew even more firm and erect. She gasped as the black woman's tongue lashed over the tender nubs, making them tingle delightfully as a spasm of pleasure raced through them.
The woman's hand was kneading her cunt anxiously then, the fingers dancing and darting quickly between her pussy lips to stimulate her inner flesh. She gasped as she felt the invasion, the slender, delicate spears kneading her cunt walls, tenderly.
Her own hands renewed their attack on Salome's cunt and breasts, now, and she began to squeeze the big, round spheres more passionately, while toying with the lips to Salome's cave, more greedily.
She could smell the rich, warm scent of Salome's loins tingling in her nostrils then, arid the odor was powerful and strong as she inhaled it. Salome had gathered one of her nipples between her teeth, and as the black woman sucked the tender, hard nugget inside of her mouth, the girl gasped with a seething delight.
Sweat, produced by more than the heat of the fire burning in the fire place, began to drip off their flesh as the two females attended to each other. The girl felt the gentle, sucking action of the woman's mouth at her breast, and the short, quick thrusts of her fingers inside her pit, and she sobbed, thickly with pleasure.
"Ohh, I want this, Salome," she groaned passionately. "God, how I want this, yes!"
"It's just beginning, my sweet," Salome murmured sensuously. "I assure you, the delight you are experiencing, is just beginning."
Quaking with pleasure, the girl bucked and moaned as she felt the black woman's mouth slowly making its way toward her belly. She felt the teasing stab of Salome's tongue lashing at her navel, and the tender thrill of it caressing the sweet indentation, made her giggle and sigh with delight.
She pushed her fingers inside the black woman's cunt, then, and Salome shuddered under the sudden invasion. She felt the eager girl twisting and turning her spears, burying them deep in her cave, and she flexed her cunt muscles tightly in response.
The throbbing in her loins grew more demanding, and she swiftly moved her lips down over the girl's precious hillock. She felt the adorable seventeen-year-old shuddering as she flicked her dart at the cunt, and Candy's loins and inner flesh began to burn with more heat than before.
As the black woman hungrily lathered her clit with her tongue, Candy felt as if her entire body was becoming one huge vagina. She twisted helplessly under the kissing attack and began to pull on the woman's buttocks to turn her around.
"Let me... do it... too," she groaned, unable to keep from stammering, so intense and demanding were the sensations in her loins. "Ohh, God, Salome, I want to do it to you, too!"
Eagerly then, the black woman turned her body completely around and lay down alongside the trembling girl. She felt the sudden contact of Candy's lips with her cunt mound, and she nearly screamed in passionate delight.
"Ahh, yes, there, ummm, good," she gasped, moaning with a throbbing need that was roaring in her pit. "Right there, just like that, yes, yes, yes!"
She shuddered as the girl's lips made contact with her clit, and almost by instinct, the sweet seventeen-year-old began to suck on the juicy pebble. She lathered it with her tongue and rolled it back and forth, and the harsh, stinging waves of need lashed at Salome's inner walls, almost unbearably.
The black woman groaned and pressed her face tightly between the girl's thighs. She rode her tongue out to meet the sweet, swollen petals that guarded Candy's cave, and the young girl screamed softly in response.
Hungrily, Salome licked at the cunt petals, catching them between her teeth and sucking on them, passionately. She lathered the rim of the girl's mound and flicked the tongue at the hidden clit.
The girl screamed, with the sudden and violent intensity of her pleasure and her small, taut button grew to life under the slashing attack of Salome's dart. She felt the black woman catching the knob between her teeth and the girl sobbed, jerking about the cot in a spasmodic manner.
"Ohh, God, that's so damn good," moaned the girl. "I... can't stand it... it's just so good, yes, yes, good!"
The black woman laughed and slithered her fingers over the girl's buttocks. She locked the digits deep into the soft, spongy half moons, and pulled her cunt hard to her face.
"You taste delicious, dear Candy," she laughed. "Just delicious, indeed!"
The girl giggled, feeling the woman's tongue racing over her pussy, lashing hungrily at the damp, slippery petals of her cunt lips. She sobbed, feeling the dart driving suddenly between them and lashing, now, at her inner walls.
She groaned, fitting her own hands around the tight, round half moons of Salome's buttocks. She pulled the hot, slippery cunt to her mouth and began to attack the cave with as much fevered passion as the black woman who was attacking hers.
Both of them ground their faces hard against each other's cunts and began to lick and suck on the hot, juicy chambers with a savage need. Candy followed Salome's lead and drove her tongue hard and fast into the woman's pit, burying it as deep inside the hot, gripping passage as she could.
Salome felt the marvelous invasion and she shuddered, lashing, wildly, now at the girl's moist pit. .She licked and sucked on the. tight little chamber, lathering the inner flesh with increasing greed.
Their muscles were expanding and contracting around the probing tongues, and the two of them shuddered and moaned with the delightful passion they were experiencing. As the heat and scent of each other consumed them, coupled with the fevered pleasure that was tearing through their loins, they could feel an orgasm building powerfully in their aching flesh.
Salome began to pump her tongue in and out of the girl's pit, sucking and lathering the slippery passage as she burrowed deep into the cave. She gnawed greedily on the cunt petals, lashing at them with her teeth, making the girl jerk and shudder in harsh, spasmodic tremors of delight.
As her flesh burned with wanting, the girl pumped her own lovely dart back and forth along the walls of the black woman's cunt, thrilling to the way Salome's muscles seemed to quiver and flex around her darting arrow.
Salome kneaded and massaged- the girl's buttocks with her strong, yet delicate fingers. She pulled her cunt as tightly to her face as she could and captured Candy's tight, quivering clit between her teeth.
The girl sobbed as she felt the woman sucking the love juice from her tiny nugget, sending shock waves of delight racing through her loins. The way her cunt was pounding so fiercely, its inner walls tightening like a wound spring, the girl knew that she was poised on the verge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.
She twisted and turned beneath the sucking lips and driving tongue. Her whole cunt was undulating uncontrollably, now, and the building continued until it felt as if her pussy was about to explode from the sheer intensity of her need.
"Ohh, God, Salome, God, I'm going to come," she gasped, almost unable to recognize her own, tortured voice. "Yes, I'm going to come, come so good, yes, yes!"
The black woman, sensing the approach of her climax, bore down on the girl's pussy, sucking harder and lathering every bit of the tender mound. She felt Candy begin to shudder in spasmodic and involuntary tremors, and felt the heat of the girl's pussy searing her lips as she came.
The liquid release washed over Salome's mouth and she laughed softly as she held tightly to the thrashing girl. She could hear the crying, gasping sobs of the girl's release and she eagerly drank from her overflowing chamber.
Shivering and quaking with her climax, she now attacked Salome's pit with a new and more fevered hunger. She sucked hard on the fat, juicy button that was her clit, and lathered her cunt lips with frenzied demand.
She wanted the woman to be experiencing the same violent release that she was feeling, and she drove her lips and tongue against the hot, slippery mound with all her energy and will.
Sucking cruelly on the woman's cunt petals, she felt the first trembling bursting in her loins. Salome's body was drawn as tight as a bow, and her shuddering moans increased in volume as the climax overwhelmed her.
"Ahh, yes, Candy, that's so good, yes, yes," the sobbed, grinding her pussy hard against the girl's mouth. "Ummm, coming, coming now, my love, sogood!"
The waves of delight tore through the black woman and Candy could feel her muscles and inner walls flexing wildly at her tongue. She tasted the lush, delicious fluid of pleasure that poured from her cave, and drank greedily from it, as the orgasm all but consumed the beautiful black woman.
As they thrashed on the narrow cot, grinding their mouths against their burning pussies, the two of them eagerly surrendered to every bit of passion and greed that was boiling inside of them.
Their orgasms were fevered and intense, long, harsh tremors that seemed to never leave their loins. Their faces were smeared with the cream of each other's pits, and their bodies slippery with the sweat of pleasure that poured out of them.
At last, Salome felt, the girl's shivers and trembles subsiding. She pulled her face away and rolled on her side, staring upward at the tiles above them. Her cunt was still throbbing, even after Candy's mouth had left it, and as the girl lay there, quivering with the final spasms of bliss, the black nurse felt full of pride and brimming with power.
The girl was lying on her belly, moaning softly, clearly unable to move more than the involuntary spasms allowed her to. Salome glanced at her and patted her buttocks tenderly, speaking with a slight chuckle of triumph in her voice.
"I told you I knew what you wanted, my sweet," she whispered with satisfaction. "And there is much more you can experience if you will only allow me to lead you to the passions I offer."
Without even hearing it, Salome knew what the girl's answer would be. When Candy slithered, instinctively closer to her, she realized she had once more captured someone's will and now held it firmly in her hands.