Chapter 2
"Let's invite her along," Carmen suggested, straightening her lushly padded body.
"Huh?"
"Let's have your baby sister come to the party." The maid's black eyes flicked at the tall girl in the doorway. "She might like to see what happens, no?"
Roger stood up and stretched. "She does seem to have some voyeur in her," he said. "Hell, why not? Maybe she'll learn something."
With fumbling fingers, Sandy was doing up her fly. She could feel her cheeks blushing hotly. "I will not!" she said, trying to sound firm. "I was not spying on you! I wouldn't think of watching your-your screwing!"
Roger and Carmen broke out laughing. Sandy blushed even more furiously. "I suppose you spend all your free time playing with yourself outside the door to the den," Roger said.
Tears welled up in Sandy's hazel eyes. "I do not!" she sobbed. "Oh, leave me alone!"
"She's just a child," Carmen said. Her long dark eyes were mocking. "You shouldn't tease her, Roger."
"Hell, Carmen, she's got to grow up sooner or later," Roger said. "Let's take her with us." "I-I'm not going," Sandy snuffled defiantly. "Yes, you are. Or I'll tell Mom you were spying on us!"
Sandy glared at her brother through red-rimmed eyes. Neither their mother nor their stepfather minded Roger's sexual adventuring. But the idea of them finding out about her own brief session of self-abuse frightened her somehow.
She'd always been much more sheltered than her brother. Partly it was because she was a girl. But partly it was because of that terrible time, years ago...
Roger and Sandy's real father was a man named Hank Scovill. A small merchant in a Midwestern town, he had been ruined by a combination of bad investments and an embezzling partner. He had taken work as a garage mechanic. He had also taken to drink, and to nursing the idea that the whole world was turning against him.
Hank Scovill took his fears and suspicions out on his family. Sandy could dimly remember the screaming fights he had had with their mother. The least word could set off a violent argument.
He took his rage out on his children, too. For some reason four-year-old Sandy had gotten more abuse than her older brother. And one day Janice Scovill had walked into the living room to find her husband punching the little girl with all his might.
Janice had broken a lamp over her husband's head. He had dropped his daughter and broken his wife's jaw with a hard right. Then he had run out of the house and driven off.
He ran a red light, piled into a pickup truck. When the driver of the pickup had gotten out, Hank Scovill had shot him dead with a .38 he carried in the glove compartment of his car.
A judge had ruled Hank Scovill criminally insane.
The divorce had come through just before the commitment papers. Janice had taken her family and moved West, trying to leave the past behind.
She had met Philip Morrison, fifteen years older than she, an engineer who'd been all over the world, holder of a hundred and fifty patents that were making him a mountain of money. She had found both love and security with him and with a new father the two children had had a normal life since then.
But Sandy was still treated as a piece of fragile china. She loved her mother and worshipped her stepfather. And she would just die if either found out she had been watching Roger fuck Carmen while she played with herself!
"I'll go," she said at last. "I'm not afraid! I'll go with you to this ... party!"
Roger grinned lewdly at her. "You won't regret it, Sis," he said. He had gotten his pants back on and was pulling on his shirt. Then he stopped. "But how are we going to get her out? How are we going to get her past Moon-she isn't supposed to be out this time of night."
Moon was Philip Morrison's personal bodyguard. He was a Korean, a former drill instructor with the elite Tiger division of the Republic of Korea's army. A smiling short man with the build of a brick wall, he was equally adept with weapons or with his bare hands. He was also charged with looking after Morrison's stepchildren. If Sandy tried to go out this late on a Friday evening, he would politely but firmly refuse to let her go.
The black-haired, full bodied maid was standing up. With her maid's dress pulled down, she looked as if nothing had happened. "Let me take care of that," she smiled.
Roger Morrison's car was a sporty white Mustang. Roger and Carmen walked, up where it was parked in the broad gravel drive. Carmen had changed from her maid uniform into tight blue jeans and a worn maroon sweater. From the sway and bobble of her big jugs, it was very obvious she hadn't bothered to put on any underwear with her change of clothes.
"Where are you going, please, Mr. Roger?" came the soft Oriental baritone. Moon appeared out of the shadows at the side of the house. He was dressed in slacks and sports jacket and a lemon-yellow shirt, open at the base of his broad throat. Roger felt a lump in his throat. The youth didn't like the idea of trying to put one over on the bodyguard.
Then again, he wanted Sandy to come to this party. It might just loosen her up some. And besides, this was a free country, wasn't it?
"Up to the Heights," he lied. The party was on the West Mesa, and the Heights section was on the eastern side of the city. "A party with some people Carmen knows." He allowed himself a smirk of adolescent lust. "I'll be back pretty late."
Moon nodded, standing with his muscular forearms crossed. Roger walked to the Mustang and unlocked the passenger door. He held it open for Carmen.
When they were out of sight of the house, around a tree-shaded bend, Roger stopped and flashed the headlights. There was a pause, and then Sandy stepped out of the bushes. She had a light jacket thrown over her shoulders. She looked scared, but defiant. Carmen got into the back seat, and Sandy got in by her brother.
"I thought you'd chicken out," he said. Her only answer was a glare.
The guard at the gate to the mansion flashed his light into the car. "But, Miss Sandra isn't-"
"It's okay," Roger cut him off. "Moon said we could."
The guard's brow wrinkled, but he waved them past. Roger broke out laughing.
"You should not have done that," Carmen said from the back.
"I just couldn't resist," Roger said.
Following Carmen's directions they went first to an address in the Heights, to pick up a friend of Carmen's. He was a medium-height, skinny Chicano with gleaming, shoulder-length hair. He slid in beside Carmen, and she kissed him.
"This is Paco," she said. "Paco, these are Roger and Sandy Morrison. I work for their old man." Sandy and Roger nodded and smiled politely. As they drove off, Sandy could tell her brother was troubled. He was bothered by Carmen's kissing the newcomer.
Sandy heard a sound and turned. What was going on in the back seat would have bothered her brother even more.
Carmen had the newcomer's jeans opened and was busily sucking on his big, hard cock.
Carmen saw Sandy looking at her and gave the girl a lewd wink. Sandy felt blood rush to her cheeks as she blushed. Then Carmen sat up. Paco's wet cock quivered in the air.
"Paco and me are old friends," Carmen said unfastening her jeans. Her plump ass came up off the seat as she wriggled the denims off over lushly padded hips.
Sandy dropped her eyes to the brunette's crotch. The black triangle of cunt fur was dark between her firm, ripe thighs. The passing streetlights outlined Carmen's bare legs in silver.
Paco licked his thin lips. With the pants worked down to her knees, Carmen lifted her butt from the vinyl seat again. This time she scooted clumsily across till her rump was poised over the erect pole of Paco's cock. The pale half-moons of her ass dazzled the Chicano youth's dark eyes.
Jet-black eyes locked and held Sandy Morrison's hazel ones. Carmen's ass lowered. Sandy heard nasty squelching noises as the lips of Carmen's cunt kissed the wedge-shaped head of Paco's long, skinny dick. Carmen's curt was juicy and ready. Sandy didn't know whether the maid's snatch was always that wet or whether she could just get aroused and oily at a moment's notice.
The car was filled with the aroma of hot, oozing twat. Roger sniffed curiously.
"Oooh, Paco baby," Carmen cooed. "Give me your dirty love! Put it to me, man!"
Roger glanced around. The car swerved as he saw his girlfriend lowering herself onto the newcomer's prick. Her thighs were parted and he could see the stiff length of Paco's prick sliding easily into the greedy mouth of the girl's pussy. He gulped. His face was very pale in the light of the passing streetlamps.
The blond youth had to turn his head then to steer the car down the entrance ramp and onto the freeway. Sandy took her eyes off the lascivious spectacle behind her. She glanced at her brother. His jaw was set.
The car shot off the ramp onto the freeway. There weren't many cars on the road this time of the evening. Roger gave it everything, driving his foot down to the floorboard.
Paco grunted as the force of acceleration drove Carmen's well-greased cunt down hard onto his cock. He could feel her cool, pillowy buttocks pressing into his lap. The splayed lips of Carmen's cunt kissed the base of his cock. Aromatic pussy juices leaked over his ball-sac.
"Yes, yesssss!" Carmen hissed. The car jerked slightly as Roger slammed it into a higher gear. He kept the accelerator glued to the floor. "Oh, Roger, you're a genius! This hot little car has got Paco's big cock crammed all the way up my hot little pussy. Ahhhh, what a fuck!"
It was cruel. Sandy glanced at her brother's taut face, then back at the pair in the back seat. Carmen's pretty face was lifted, eyes closed and lips parted in a look of sheer erotic ecstasy. She was grinding her ass in Paco's lap now, working the educated muscles of her cunt around and around the entrapped bar of his cock. The young man had his arms around her. His hands eagerly cupped her huge tits. He was biting his lip, and sweat ran down his face.
Suddenly, Sandy felt hot and uncomfortable all over. Even in her shorts, the warm evening was making her sweat. Then she realized it wasn't the heat that was making her feel strange. At least not the heat of the night.
It was the heat from the back seat that was getting to her!
She glanced at her brother. Roger was feeling it too. His fly was pushed way up by his huge cock. His face was still pale and strained at having to listen to his girlfriend fuck some stranger in the back seat of his own car-but he was getting turned on! And so was Sandy!
"That's the way, Paco," Carmen cried. "Ram that big cock up my snatch! Now pull it out again! It feels so good coming out. Oh, so fine! You're going to pull my poor snatch inside out!"
The hatchet-faced youth wasn't saying anything. His eyes were closed and his breath came raggedly as he fucked her with rising fury. Her rock-hard nipples poked into his palms. His throbbing prick was buried in a mass of slimy, slithery, sucking flesh. Every inch of its length was incredibly sensitive, incredibly receptive to the delicious sensations transmitted from the girl's wanton cunt!
"In and out!" Carmen cried breathily. "In and out! Does my pussy feel good to you, baby? It likes you. It thinks you taste good!"
Roger and Sandy exchanged looks. His moment of heavy-footed irritation had passed. The Mustang had almost slowed down to the legal speed limit. If Roger was still upset about Carmen and Paco fucking like this, he didn't show it. All that showed on his face was rapidly increasing lust!
The wet sloppy sounds of fucking continued. Carmen kept describing what was going on in lewd detail. Sandy squirmed her little butt around and around on the vinyl seat. Her panties felt sticky, and she knew her pussy was leaking excited juices into them.
The teenager was at once shocked and aroused. She had never dreamed of a performance like this before!
"Oh wow!" Carmen exlcaimed. "The head of your cock is in my pussy! My Funt lips are just hanging on! You like this, Paco?"
Paco groaned and grabbed her around the waist, trying to drag the precariously-poised girl down onto his hungry prick. Her ass was in his face again, white and lovely. She held herself there for a long instant while Paco fought to pull her pussy back down on his prick. Then she dropped her weight, impaling her pussy on his tremendous length of rigid prick. "Oh, man," he muttered.
"Aiieee! Your cock is long!" Carmen reached up and ran her hands through her long black hair. "Your prick is sticking up into my belly! My pussy is on fire! It's burning up! Put out the fire in my pussy with your come, baby! Fill me up with fizz!" Sandy licked her lips. Carmen's tits flopped as she fucked herself on Paco's long dong. The teenager heard a sound, and looked at her brother. He had unzipped his pants and was frantically jacking off, one-handed, while he drove with the other.
The sight of her brother's big cock at close quarters fascinated Sandy. It was enormous! Eight inches long or more, and fat in proportion, with thick purple veins crawling along its spectacular length. The fat cone-shaped head was purple in the streetlights, and seemed to gleam.
Roger looked over and saw where his sister was looking. One hand cupped her virgin cunt in a lewd gesture that nearly made him shoot his load all over his pants. He may have just come twice in the past hour, but he was so horny now he could barely stand it! What a show that slut Carmen was putting on in the back seat!
Sandy was staring at her brother's erect cock the way a bird watches a snake. Roger reached over and grabbed her by the wrist. He steered her small white hand towards his giant prick. Her hazel eyes widened, but his beautiful baby sister didn't resist. Her big eyes glittered with lust.
Carmen's scream broke the spell. "Eeeee-yahhhhh!" she cried. "I'm coming! Blow off in my cunt! I'm coooommmmmiinngg!"
Carmen's writhing cunt clamped down on Paco's cock. He yelped in surprise as he buried his full length of prick into Carmen's climaxing quim. His prick throbbed and spat a wad of come into Carmen's pussy.
"Man! Oh baby, you're coming!" she cried. "Come in my pussy! Let me feel your jizz fill me ups"
Sandy snatched her hand away. Revulsion overcame her. The black-haired hussy carrying on obscenely in the back seat was disgusting enough, but the idea that she had come close to touching her brother's prick-to jacking him off, her very own brothet Roger-that was almost too much to bear. She slumped back, as far away from him as she could get. But still she was unable to tear her eyes off that tremendous prick!
Roger shot her' a glance of disgust and disappointment. Then he wrapped his hand around his pulsing cock again.
There was a slurping, sucking noise from the back seat. Then Carmen's luxurious black hair was falling into Roger's lap in a tickling cascade. "Can't get baby sister to service you?" she. asked, her voice hoarse with passion. Her tits were draped over the back of Roger's seat. The swollen nipples threatened to burst through the flimsy sweater. "Let me take care of it then."
Carmen's hand gripped Roger's big cock. Carmen aimed the prick toward her red-lipped mouth and planted a kiss on the very tip. Roger moaned and bucked. Carmen parted her lips and slid her mouth down the thick cock.
Sandy's hand had crawled back into her crotch again. Behind Carmen, Paco had leaned forward. The lanky Chicano was now reaming out the sloppy mess of Carmen's cunt with his tongue. The brunette's moans of pleasure were muffled by the thick plug of cock stuffed into her pretty face, but the fluid motion of her hips was enough to show how much she was digging Paco's cunt-eating. Massaging her own oozing pussy, Sandy wondered if all males liked to suck their own come out of a girl's cunt.
Carmen's agile tongue curled like a snake around Roger's cock. She sucked his prick constantly while her lips and tongue worked on its sensitive length. God, the slut could give head!
Sandy watched her brother rock gently back and forth as pleasure surrounded his cock. The sucking noise of Carmen's mouth working on Roger's prick, the slurping of Paco eating the brunette's come-filled pussy, filled the air of the car. So did the heavy, damp smell of Carmen's greedy twat.
Like arr' automaton, Roger steered the car off the freeway. Some part of his mind followed Carmen's instructions on how to reach their destination. The rest of his being concentrated on the ecstasy of having his cock so expertly sucked.
Clamping down with her teeth, Carmen brought her head up. Her even pearly teeth flayed Roger's cock like skinning knives. He gasped and stiffened. Carmen stopped when her teeth were closed behind the hood of his cock-head. Then she folded her hands around the massive girth of cock and began to pump up and down.
It was too much. "Shit!" Roger whispered, then came in Carmen's mouth.
Sandy saw her brother freeze. He held there for a long moment as if paralyzed. Carmen kept pumping and sucking his prick. She made a groan of satisfaction, and then Sandy saw white bubbling come leaking out around her brother's prick.
Come dribbled down Carmen's chin. Her small pink tongue came out and lapped up the creamy goodness around her full red lips. "Turn up here, babe," she husked. "What a man! And you just keep sucking my pussy, Paco!"
Roger's big cock was still hard as a rock, and it was covered with a shiny coating of spit and sperm. Carmen dropped her head and greedily began scouring his messy prick with her tongue. As she licked at his dick, Roger turned off the pavement onto a rough dirt road. Ahead loomed the bulk of a dark warehouse.
Sandy didn't hear Paco doing up his trousers. She was still too wrapped up watching Carmen licking her brother's cock like a big fleshy popsicle. She was vaguely aware of her brother bringing the car to a halt in front of the building, shutting off the Mustang's engine, and dropping his hand to stroke the back of the Chicana's head.
A light glared in Sandy's eyes. Everything happened at once. Carmen fell back into the back seat with a wild laugh. Roger's door was jerked open from the outside, and a huge black revolver was thrust into his startled face. Then Sandy's door flew open, and she was being dragged from the car by Paco.