When we woke up late the next morning I felt stiff and bruised all over, like someone who's been very athletic after a long bout of decadent living. Maree had drained every drop of virility from me in a passion session that had lasted the best part of the night. Insatiable, that's what she was. I couldn't wake her up so I lifted her out of my bed and placed her in her own. A quick check of the room, then I called room service and ordered breakfast. The smell of coffee woke her.
"Pour me some, Joe," she said in a soft voice. "I don't think I can move."
"Why, what's the matter?" I took a cup of coffee over to her and sat on the side of her bed. "Are you ill?"
"Sore," she said. A sip of coffee helped, but when she tried to sit up her hands shot to her groin and clutched at it. "Oh shit, I think you've done me an injury!"
"Let me see." Close inspection revealed that her pussy and her asshole were both red raw, which only meant that she wasn't used to getting fucked. "That's nothing. It'll probably never happen to you again if you put out regularly," I told her. Some vaseline eased the pain and by the time she'd had breakfast she was able to move around like a cowpoke. I rubbed some ointment on my cock, too. The last few days had been demanding on the old fellow.
"Well, we'd better be going," I said, at around noon. "I keep forgetting that I'm on a case."
"What does it matter," she said, rushing at me and throwing her arms neck. "Let's stay here, Joe, I don't want to go back to school or to my place. I'm happy with you, only you! Please, Joe, let's spend a week here and just fuck. I'd love that!"
"Oh sure, and ruin that lovely puss forever! No, baby, we have to go, the break will do you good." She kept at me, though, pleading, nagging, even raising her voice. My mind was made up and I refused to listen. Besides, my cock didn't want to know about sex for a little while. When she saw that it was no use she packed her case and followed me with an expression that registered thunder. Was it my imagination or did the bellhop snigger when he saw Maree's gait? I couldn't get over her eagerness to fuck some more when she was obviously in no condition to even admit a toothpick into her cunt. Again that uneasy, squeamish feeling brewed up in my guts-something was askew-but what?
The drive to San Francisco went smoothly enough. Early that evening we arrived at Maree's place and found no one home but her younger sister, Ellie. I got suspicious. "All right, where's Laurel?" I said.
"She's not here. Daddy's got her in an apartment across the bay," said Maree. "Well have to wait till they get home and then you can talk with him."
"How is your father mixed up in this?"
"The black hand," she whispered.
"What? Oh Jesus, let me out of here! Why didn't you tell me he was a goddamned Mafioso? I'm out of my depth here. Did you know there's a quarter million dollars riding on this deal? Hell, they'd blow me away just as soon as look at me for that kind of money." I was ready to leave right then, but Maree took me by the arm and made me sit down.
"It's not a Mafia matter," she said quickly. "Daddy's acting on behalf of a group. I can't tell you who. He's not crazy about it and neither am I. In fact, he thinks it's too mickey mouse, and he wants to be rid of Laurel and the whole stinking mess. So he can slip you a clue and you can rescue her and she can finger the people who kidnapped her, and that's that."
My head was spinning. If Peggy had been with me she might have been able to make some sense out of the whole affair, but I was lost. "In other words you set me up to get set up by your father so I can set up Laurel to take the heat off the people who set your father up… oh Christ, I'm going to need a pen and pencil for this one."
"Joe, don't worry," she said, "everything's okay, all you have to do is find Laurel and take her back. In any case you can't do anything till my father comes home, and Ellie tells me they've gone to a double feature movie."
So that's what Mafioso did in their spare time, I reflected. The girls made me some dinner but I could hardly eat. The whole case bugged me. Staying around in that house was perilous and besides I had to go see Mrs. Van soon to find out more about the ransom arrangements. Peggy should have come with me. "No, listen, I think it'd be best if I went back to the school and spoke with Laurel's mother," I said finally. "You talk with your father and then you can let me know where I can pick up Laurel, how's that sound?"
"Relax, Joe, come on into the living room and have a drink. Get him a drink, Ellie." Ellie was a quiet girl, slender, dark, with brooding eyes and a full mouth, small breasts, small buns. She had on jeans, sneakers, and a boy's shirt, and her dark hair was cut short because, as Maree explained, she liked to play baseball. Although, she was over eighteen, she looked younger. Perhaps that was because she had none of the womanliness so amply displayed on Maree's frame. I liked her, though. In her willowy, quiet way she was very sexy. Maree must have noticed me looking at her sister because she suddenly slapped my wrist and said to keep my eyes to myself.
The drink was a strong one, and so was the second tumbler full. I started to look at Ellie with naked lust no matter how often Maree chided me. Already I had undressed and dressed her as often as a kid with a new Barbie doll. I could imagine those pert little buttocks, the barely fuzzy cunt, the glorified nipples passing for tits, and I wanted her so badly that I could taste her. The third drink loosened the last of my inhibitions. It was in the middle of the evening and I figured we had two hours left before the Lavernes came back from the movies. Time enough for a mini-orgy.
"Hey, your sister, what is she, a virgin?" I asked, unconsciously falling into the tongue of the Mafia. Maree said I was awful and that I should mind my own business. "No, come on, tell me. I want to know. That girl's ready for it, you know what I mean? And I've got it to give!" Ellie came into the room at that moment and found herself gazing into two bloodshot, lust-filled eyes. She looked down to the floor and quietly sat down in the chair, opposite me. The way she sat was awkward, not altogether ladylike, and her crotch beckoned me like a beacon in a stormy sea. "Come on," I whispered to Maree, "let's take her into the bedroom and give her what she needs."
"No, Joe, she's too young."
"In that case I'm leaving," I said, suddenly in a bad mood. "A guy can't have a little fun here, he might as well go."
"No, don't go… okay, I'll tell you what, I'll see if I can talk her into it. But I can't guarantee anything."
"That's all I want," I said, "a good, honest effort." I sat back and sipped at the firewater. The sisters talked in hushed tones and I noticed how Ellie looked at me. There was an expression of fear and curiosity in her eyes, and when she nodded I knew that the curiosity had won out. Good for her! I plunked my glass down and started to undo my belt. Maree had to push me into the bedroom because I wanted little sister right there and then, and she was afraid of staining up the carpet.
"You have to be gentle with her, Joe," she explained. "She's never done this before and she's pretty nervous."
"Then you'll have to help me," I said. My head was clearing as my blood coursed about more rapidly and absorbed the alcohol. Ellie looked frightened now that she was sitting on the bed and I was about to drop my pants. Way in the back of my mind a voice told me that this was sheer hara kiri, fucking a pair of eighteen-year-old Mafioso daughters, and on the bedspread brought from the old country. But if a cock had brains its knob would be too big to fit into any pussy.
"Take your clothes off, Ellie," said Maree. The girl became even more frightened and shook her head. "Come on, remember what I told you. Take them off. You'll like it." What had she told her? I was too fuzzy to think it through. Ellie's resistance was adding fuel to my lust. She stuck out her bottom lip and clenched her hands behind her back, staring at the floor with mute defiance. Maree threw her hands up in exasperation! "She wants to," she assured me, "but she always chickens out when it comes down to doing it."
"Come here, baby," I said to the girl, "don't be shy of me, I won't hurt you. I only want to make you happy." Ellie was far from trusting me. She stood her ground until I made a move toward her; then she jumped back and her eyes shiftily reconnoitered the ground between herself and the door. Maree moved in behind her but neither of us wanted to be too drastic. "How can I get you to like me?" I wondered out loud. My cock ached for that little pussy so the quicker she came round to me the better. "Wait, I think I've got it. How's this as a token of our new friendship?" I pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my wallet and waved it at her. The transformation was remarkable. Ellie was all smiles as she skipped to me and plucked the bill from my hand.
"Thank you!" Maree said warningly.
"Thank you Uncle Joe," said Ellie, and hopped on my knee. I could feel her pubic bone and my imagination supplied the missing details. It got to the point where I experienced her little twat in full, and my cock acted like Superman about to burst out of his clothes. I put my arm around her waist and drew her to me. The girl snuggled up to me and when I kissed her she returned it with childish, yet sexy, zeal.
"Excuse me a minute," said Maree with a wink, "I'll be back."
"Okay." She closed the door after herself and my hands moved up to Ellie's tits, so small yet so distinct and squeezable. She was still absorbed by the money. It was as though she had no real idea of what my intentions were, and I began to wonder why Maree had been so eager to toss her little sister into the fray. I was grateful, of course, but that queasy feeling hadn't left me. Near the bed was a phone with a number of buttons on it. One of them lit up. I had to know who Maree was calling. Perhaps she had planned a trap for me and would unleash the cops or her father's friends on me just as I was enjoying myself. I put a finger to my mouth to indicate Ellie should keep quiet, and carefully picked up the phone.
"Linda? Hi, it's Maree. Yes, he's here. Don't worry, he won't be back for a day or so."
"Are you sure? We've just about got it sewn up on this end. His assistants are both pushovers. Anyway, the club is grateful to you."
"No trouble." She hung up and I replaced the receiver in its cradle. Ellie was still on my lap, still fixated on the money. I had been right, those little girls were toying with me. Who was Linda? And what was this club? Later, later. Maree seemed to be in no rush to get back to the bedroom and I felt my time would be best spent on Ellie. The girl was relaxed now and submitted to my lecherous caresses with giggles and protestations.
"That tickles!" she cried out, twisting her body away from my roving hands. "Oh, stop it, Uncle Joe!" I couldn't. My hands came to rest on her slender thighs and they kept moving up, up, up to the crotch of her panties. She became strangely silent when I touched her there. Her eyes became more suspicious and her body tensed up as if she was about to take flight. My hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans and came to rest on naked flesh. She moved back to escape it and as a result her ass pushed hard against my rigid cock. I wrapped one arm about her waist and held her still while my hand ran over the pudgy bulge of her cunt, looking for hair and finding a little clump of it right on her pubic bone. Other than that, nothing! My lust rose dizzyingly. I had to see that cunt, right away! But when I tried to take off her panties she started to protest in earnest. "No, that's bad! You shouldn't be doing that!"
"Ssshhh, baby, take it easy. Your uncle won't do anything to hurt you. Wait a minute and you'll see what I'm doing."
"No!" She pulled away and rushed for the door. I was too fast for her. I scooped her off the floor and threw her on the bed, and while she was still bouncing I ripped her jeans off and threw them over my shoulder. There it was, a neat furrow of flesh, heartbreakingly innocent and just as erotic. She tried to cover herself with both hands but when I grabbed for her blouse she had to defend her tits, and that left her cunt exposed to my probing gaze. Before I went any further I took off my pants and shirt but I left on my briefs because I didn't want to scare her with the size of my cock. Not yet, anyway.
"We were friends a minute ago," I wheedled, stroking her knee and looking as avuncular as possible. "Didn't I give you a nice present? Come on, be good to your uncle." Ellie didn't answer. She was staring at the impression of my cock in my briefs. Without a word she reached over and pulled the waistband out to peer down and check me out. I held my breath, hoping against hope that she wouldn't scream and run away. She didn't; she was curious instead.
"My daddy has one of those," she announced, "but his is soft."
"His gets hard too," I assured her. She nodded as though that was self-evident, then asked if she could touch it. "Touch it all you want. What's mine is yours." She reached into my briefs and ran her hand along the full eight inches of my erection. That distracted her enough to let me get a handful of her pussy. And since she was so interested in my cock I took off my briefs and sat cross-legged opposite her on the bed, toying with her cunt while she caressed my cock. It was like being a kid again! The tip of my finger disappeared between her pussy lips and ran about the moist rim of her hole. Her fingers stroked the length of my cock, she cupped my balls, and bent over to take a close look at the little slit in my glands. "There, isn't this fun?"
"Yes," she said, uncommitted. I showed her how to close her fist around my cock and to jerk me off, a game which she took an interest in for a few minutes. I could tell she was getting bored with the whole thing, though, and that the time had come for me to boost her.
"Lie back," I said, "take your blouse off first and then tie still.
"Close your eyes, that's a good girl, no peeping now." Quickly I positioned myself between her legs and lightly kissed her cunt. She was shocked but she kept her eyes closed just the same. Another kiss. She tasted lovely. Such a girl! She smelled a little pissy, a little smell of baby powder, and only the vaguest intimation of womanhood reached my nostrils. Another kiss, more probing, more passionate, and her silken, plump tips gave way to let my tongue sneak into the chaste valley below. Now I was in my element. Ellie seemed uncomfortable about my tongue going into her pussy. Her parents had probably hinted that nothing but toilet paper should touch that part of her. It took people like me to show her how wrong that was. My tongue eased up and down the virgin slit, located the tiny clitoris, and put the pressure on. I started her off slowly, not wishing to stampede her. But at the same time I wanted to be sure she wouldn't get bored again. Already her discomfort was giving way to a new feeling, one that she had trouble with. Several times I caught her staring at me, puzzled, anxious, but when she saw me looking back her eyes closed quickly.
A few minutes of gentle licking and she was mine. She still didn't know what was going on but she did know that it was pleasurable. The girl lay still, her hands by her side, biting her bottom lip, and I just kept eating her. My hands moved up to her little tits and rubbed them in time to the motion of my restless tongue. Now she was getting the message. There were no more complaints about my tickling her. She started to spread her legs more and to push her cunt down into my mouth. At the same time her hands came to rest on top of mine, pressing them down on her tits with a good deal of force.
"You like it now, huh?" I said from down below.
"It feels so… funny!" she cried, her voice quavering between several octaves. "Oh Uncle Joe, what's happening to me? It's making me dizzy!"
"That's how it's supposed to be. Don't you ever make yourself feel like this?"
"Never! How could I do that?"
The poor child! Didn't she know anything? "Give me your hand," I said. "Now put the tip of your finger right here and move it around a bit. That's it. Feel anything?"
"Yes… yes, that's nice," she sighed. I let her practice for a while, and as she rotated her finger over her clit I noticed one of the buttons on the phone was alight again. She was too busy to notice me, so I grabbed the receiver and listened in. It was a woman's voice and I caught the last half of a sentence.
"… no deal tonight. Van de Kut's balked, she wants another twenty-four hours. Can you keep him there that long?"
"Er… Jesus, Ida, I've already pushed my sister at him, what more can I do to distract this guy? I mean, he gets bored quickly!"
"Baby, we're depending on you,"
"Okay, I'll see what I can do." The conversation ended there. I turned back to Ellie, who had put herself into an erotic trance with her persistent fingering. One finger worked on the clit and another pushed tentatively into her creamy hole. She was getting better at it by the second, so good in fact that I had time to fight a cigarette and think matters over. My hunch had been confirmed. Maree was doing a number on me. Something was happening in the school that I wasn't to know about Yes… but what!?
The phone rang downstairs. I waited until she'd picked up, then listened in again. This time it was her father, and from the ensuing conversation I gathered that he wasn't at a double feature movie, but that he and his wife were in Miami attending an accountants' convention! That tricky, lying little bitch! As soon as the conversation was over I went downstairs to see what she was up to. Maree sat in a deep lounge chair and flicked through the pages of a magazine. She was thinking about something else and tugging at a cigarette nervously. When she saw me she almost jumped out of her skin with fright I said nothing. Before she could escape I had her by the scruff of the neck and I marched her up the stairs, into the room where her sister was masturbating at full pelt. A couple of neckties served as cords with which to tie her to the bed, and only then did I give her a piece of my mind. It wasn't the best piece. I had a lot of shit to get off my chest first. But when I calmed down and Maree looked on the point of breaking into tears, I lowered my voice and said: "Now you'd better tell me everything, or I'll beat the shit out of you."
"Go ahead," she sobbed. The tears spilled over and ran down her face in rivers. "You can do what you like with me, I won't say a word! No matter how bad you make it for me, they'll make it worse."
She stymied me on two fronts. Her tears turned me into a softie and her obvious disdain for what I could do to her turned me into an impotent private dick. Ellie did her best to look as though she was listening but her hands kept moving about her pussy and her tits. The new game I had taught her Was a big hit with her. And as I looked at her playing with herself that old feeling took over again, sheer, unadulterated lust. Let Maree see me fuck her sister, maybe that would loosen her tongue. And if it didn't… well, I would think more clearly afterward, so I'd better get down to it.
Ellie moaned her appreciation when my mouth made contact with her cunt again but she wouldn't take away her finger until I pushed it away. Before she could miss it I sucked her clitoris in between my teeth and nibbled on it ever so gently. Her response was overwhelming. Her hips jerked up and down, her hands flew up to her tiny tits and pinched at her hard nipples. And I pushed into her pussy, rubbing my face into those silken labia, sucking up her thick juices, and nudging her clitoris until she lost control. "Ooooohhhh, ooooooh, aaaahhhh, oh God! It's too much, oh God, help me Maree I can't take it!!!Oh Joe, no, yesssss, nooooooohhhhhm!" She cooed and billed and carried on, her body wracked with passionate explosions, her childish face glistening with sweat. She mauled her tits so savagely that bruises welled up under the skin, and when I tried to stop eating her in order to get to fucking her, she flung her legs about my head and pulled me right back in.
She came with shudders and bursts, giving out sharp cries, laughing now and then as if she was still getting tickled, and then she'd become very serious, very intense, clutching at me with her nails only to let go when a new wave of passion swept through her. At last she let go of me, and not a moment too soon. My cock pulsed with searing lust. It had to have its share of pussy or it would bust! The only trouble was that Ellie had had enough excitement for the evening. She rolled into the fetal position and dozed off.
"Oh no, you don't!" I said. With a flick of my hands she was on her belly, and then I pulled her ass toward me and shoved my cock at her cunt hole, so that the two met with a thud. I didn't go in far, but far enough to startle Ellie. And the more I tried to worm my cock into that tight virgin cunt, the more she realized that it was going to be painful.
"What are you doing? Stop him, Maree, it hurts me! Don't! I'll tell my parents on you. Ouch! It's so big!" It was like trying to stop a herd of wild buffalo with a red traffic fight. My prick had taken on a life of its own, the animal rampant, burrowing into that naked little pussy, working in and out to spread her juices, and at last diving halfway in. Then it stuck there like a knife stuck in a log. Ellie was yelling in anger and pain. A pang of bad conscience hit me and I dodged it by giving Maree one more chance to tell me. She refused and now it was my right to take revenge.
I eased my cock back a little way and jiggled it about until it was oily enough to advance up the tight funnel of her cunt. Ellie was flushed and angry but at least she'd stopped yelling. She looked back over her shoulder to see what exactly I was doing to her, and when I lifted her to put her on all fours she looked down under herself for the same reason. But she had nothing like the view I had. There was her ass before me, two charming buns that were as white as the driven snow. The cheeks were apart so that her puckered little asshole was clearly visible, and below that her pink cuntal lining stretched and bulged with the effort of containing so much hot cock. My legs began to tremble under me from the strain of holding back my desire to fuck her wildly. I leaned up against the bed and carefully, exercising much restraint, started to fuck her.
My cock eased in and out until her cherry got in the way. I disposed of it with a quick thrust and before the pain could register with Ellie I pulled back and fucked her with my glands only. She cried, but not for long. Blood wreathed about my cock whenever I pulled it back. And blood made it all the easier on her to receive the rest of my eight inches. In and out with long, gentle strokes, giving her a taste of sex just as I had done to several of the Moorehead students. Nice and easy, letting it ride like a well-oiled piston. Ellie was a fast learner. Her protests had subsided to nothing and she held herself up for me so I could feed her all my cock. Maree, in the meantime, stood by the side of the bed and stubbornly looked the other way.
But why should she be left out? I continued to fuck Ellie in first gear and reached out to her sister to tear and tug at her clothing until it gave way to reveal her lush nakedness once more. Those big tits were in such fine contrast to Ellie's little ones. I hunched over the younger girl and clasped one of her tits in my right hand, then took Maree's left tit in the other. She disapproved but there was nothing she could do about it. After a while I let both hands drift down to the Laverne cunts. I tickled Ellie's clit and squeezed her sister's hairy pussy fondly, all the while fucking at that same steady pace. My horniness was rising rapidly with all this stimulation, piling up as fuel for the machinery that drove my cock. Pretty soon I would have to take care of the surplus but until then I had a great time indulging myself.
Maree pretended she was indifferent to my caresses but her pussy squelched wetly whenever I squeezed it. I stopped fucking for a moment to drive my finger up her and give her a treat. She gritted her teeth and refused to give in. "Okay, now for the main event," I told her. "Watch closely as I ride your kid sister into the garden of Eden."
"Fuck you!" she hissed. Nevertheless she looked on as I hooked my arms up under Ellie's shoulders and held her tightly. Then my ass moved back and adjusted my cock's position until it lay stiffly inside Ellie's cunt muscles. With a giant thrust I started the ball rolling, and at once Ellie let out a whoop of delight. She was ready for it, just as ready as I was. I fucked her like a demon, ravaging her from one end of the bed to the other, slamming it into her newly initiated cunt, clutching at her like a tiger at a prey's neck, fucking, sweating, driving my dick into her so deep that my pubic hair rubbed her asshole raw. She loved it. Ellie had talent just like her sister.
It was the kind of fuck that drained me utterly. I blew, and rolled off Ellie with a sigh of relief. She stayed on all fours for a second longer, then toppled on the bed beside me. Our chests were heaving and the room became intolerably close and hot for some reason. I lit a cigarette and smoked it all the way down before even attempting to get up.
"Well now," I said to Maree pleasantly, "have we decided to change our mind yet?"
"It's no use," she told me. "You won't get a peep out of me. What I want to know is, how did you find out? Did Ellie tell you?"
"You forgot the phone," I said. She gnashed her teeth and muttered uncomplimentary things to herself. "Anyway, we're going back to the school no matter how zipped you keep your lips, and I'll get to the bottom of this business if it kills me."
"I bet you will," she said through clenched teeth. "Do me one favor, Joe, don't take me back to the school. They'll tar and feather me for fucking up."
"Who's they?"
"Please, Joe, leave me here?"
"So you can tip them off? Wish not granted. You're coming, too, Ellie, just in case you remember that blood is thicker than water. In fact, get dressed now. We're leaving pronto!"
I supervised their dressing and ushered them into the car. My first stop would be the Van de Kut household. I had to know what was going on with the kidnappers and it seemed reasonable to think that the Van de Kut's would be abreast of the issue. After a long drive into the night we reached the palatial estate, and when I told the night-shirted butler who I was he immediately consented to wake the dowager up. She appeared at the top of the stairs like one of the furies and thundered at me: "Where have you been! I've been trying to contact you or your staff and I couldn't get any of you! Am I to believe I have truants in my employ?"
"No, nothing like that," I said hurriedly. "We're all working like beavers. Now would you fill me in on the latest, please, so I can get back to the school?"
"Who is that in your car?" she asked, looking over my shoulder.
"Accomplices," I said impatiently.
"Very well. Come into the library and well talk. I was supposed to deliver the money to a deserted warehouse this evening but I managed to stall them by saying my bank manager was away for the day. Now the deadline is tomorrow evening. Of course I have the money right here but, much as I love my daughter, I would dearly like to keep it to myself. Can you think of any way to achieve that modest goal?"
We sat down in the library and she fixed me with a withering, sarcastic stare. I felt like a failure. "Before I unfold my plan," I bluffed, "I would like to know why you haven't told the police this yet? I mean, at these prices why not get everyone involved?"
"Well… the caller said she was has documentary evidence of my daughter's involvement in lesbianism, and if there is another hitch in the proceedings she will send the photos to one or two of the nation's more sensational newspapers for publication. I'm willing to risk that money on your ability to track down this gang, Mr. Mac, that's what it boils down to."
"I see. You said it was a woman who called?"
"How perspicacious of you. Yes, that's right. She sounded quite young and well educated, too. I'm to leave the money in the warehouse, she told me, and one week later Laurel will be released and the photos will be destroyed."
The finer details came later. I noted them down and tried to piece it all together. Martha came in briefly and greeted me. Behind her mother's back she opened her robe and displayed her young body, but she was showing it to a jaded man. After she'd gone I said to her mother: "I'll want to stay here the night and the two girls in the car must be kept in a room where they won't be able to escape or contact their cronies. Can that be done?"
"Why, of course Mr. Mac. Don't rush back to Moorehead on my account, there's no hurry!"
"Your sarcasm will become your embarrassment one day soon," I informed her. Another bluff. Basically, I was up shit creek in a barbed wire canoe without a paddle, but why should I tell my employer that. The girls were bundled into a basement room and locked in. And I was shown to a guest room, where I gratefully collapsed on the bed and surrendered to a wave of sleep. It was not to be. Within minutes the door to my room creaked open and Martha snuck inside.
"Hi!" she said brightly. "Do you want me to do it to you again?"
"No, honey, not tonight," I said tiredly. "Try me in the morning, okay?"
"Oh, come on, don't be such a weakie!" she said. She hopped on the bed and lay down beside me. "Don't you like the way I do it? If that's the case tell me how you like it and I'll do it that way."
Why argue? She had her mother's imperious temperament. Besides, it would be like a goodnight kiss. "Go ahead, do it your way. You know damn web you're good." She had to undress me first. I couldn't be much help to her simply because it had been such a long day. Fucking, driving, wracking my brains, it all added up. Martha didn't seem to mind. She labored over me like a bee and stripped me like a piranha. Naked, half asleep, I lay on my back and let her have her way. She didn't waste a minute. Her bps brushed along my chest, did a turn about each nipple, and slowly kissed down to my navel. There her tongue flicked out and dabbled in the small cavity before going further down. In spite of my exhaustion I felt a tingle start up in my balls. Hot and cold tingles, a whole storm of them-but it would pass. Through my eye lashes I saw that Martha had taken off her robe and was stark naked. Her ass pointed right at me and her pussy peeped at me unblinkingly. A charming sight, nice enough to evoke another storm of tingles, even a few pulses of life in my overworked cock.
The tip of her tongue lightly licked about the base of my cock, drawing along the smooth skin and through the tangle of hair there. I felt an urge to move with it, to fuck the air or something, but I also wanted to go to sleep. It was near morning, I could only hope for a couple of hours at best. Why didn't I tell her to get the hell out of my room? Because her bps had just closed over my knob, that was why.
How delicate she was. Her lips quivered about my cock flesh so subtly that my cock expanded in order to get a tighter grip on itself. Slowly, holding the base of my dick with one hand, she lowered her open mouth over it, going down, down, until she kissed her own fist. Only then did she let go, and my cock rested heavily on her lower lip. She moved further down, taking in more cock than she'd been able to days earlier. Had she been practicing with a broomstick? I had to open my eyes wide to see exactly what she was doing. Inch by inch, my cock disappeared between her bps. It wasn't easy for her, she strained and sweated, and once she almost gagged, but she did it! The whole damn thing went down into her mouth and lodged in her throat. In spite of her discomfort, her eyes shone with pride. "That's a terrific trick," I praised her. "How did you learn that?"
"The gardener said it was okay if I practiced on him." I'll bet he said it was okay. She repeated the trick over and over, making me so hard that I forgot about sleep. I had a new ambition now: I wanted to fuck this little cocksucker! Her pussy shone with its gravy now, and when she moved abruptly it made a smacking sound. I would bide my time, let her do her magic on me until she'd been lulled into a false sense of security, and then WHAM! Up her like a rat up a drainpipe! A few more minutes… just a little more of her delicate mouth-fucking, the warm bath of spit regaling my cock, the soft, slippery flesh of her mouth as it brushed against my cock, the lolling, mercurial tongue, the tight constriction of her throat muscles as she overshot the mark, all those little things made me quite patient. She was so good, so loving, and when I watched her do it she thrilled me even more with her obvious enthusiasm. She licked and sucked that cock as though she'd always wanted one of her own. And as she made love to it her slender young body writhed over me to offer her pussy to my mouth. This was my chance to prepare her for fucking. I licked her cunt up and down, inside and out, wetting her, bringing out more of her sap, relaxing her muscles. How tight she was; how tight they all were, these young girls. Even when I only had the tip of my tongue inside her the muscles gripped at it sternly, forbidding it to go any deeper.
She almost made me blow my wad at one point. Hurriedly I lifted her off my dick and held her suspended in the air until it was all better. She squealed and made desperate attempts to get back to her favorite lollipop, but I wasn't taking any chances. Instead of putting her down in the same position I turned her around and kissed her on the mouth. That surprised her but she soon fell into this new aspect of the game of love, sticking her tongue into my mouth and reaching for my cock at the same time. Slowly I maneuvered her cunt closer to my dick. She didn't suspect anything at first but when my knob nudged her hole she was alerted. "No, don't spoil it," she crooned into my ear.
"I must," I said in the same kind of voice, and at that moment I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down over my driving cock. She was too startled to scream. Instead she said: "Oh!", with a sharp intake of breath and astonished eyes, and then it was too late. Her carefully oiled and pampered pussy opened wide and admitted the full length of my cock. If there was a hymen in the way neither of us noticed it. Perhaps she was into horseback riding.
"Is that all?" she asked, more amazed than ever. "My mother told me it was worse than getting your appendix taken out!"
"Your mother was telling you little white lies," I said, releasing her so she could sit up over my cock. That made her bend my cock back a little, just enough to put severe pressure on it and to allow me to experience the soft firmness of her moist insides. She tried to move up and down but she was too inexperienced to do it with any success. I helped her out by seizing her about the waist and jerking myself off with her whole body. She liked that. Her head rolled about and her hair went everywhere, her tits bobbled and wobbled, and her whole cunt was getting more stimulation that it had ever had.
"That's so nice!" she sighed. "Don't ever stop, Joe, I want you to do this all night and all day, and… Ooooooooohhhhhh! I love it. My body's on fire!"
"I knew you'd like it," I grinned. Her tight pussy was massaging my cock into sheer madness. Periodically I had to stop moving her about just to comply with her request for a good, long fuck, but I knew it was all in vain. She excited me too much, I wanted to ravish her, not simply make love. The steady motion of lifting her and lowering her turned into a violent shaking. I had a good grip on her and shook her like she was a martini in the making. Now she lost control. Her cries were turned into warbles by the motion, her tits quivered rapidly, and her head looked like it was about to fly loose. Her cunt was like a machine especially designed to make males sexually independent. After a while of brinksmanship, I pushed her down further over my cock so that my pubic bone gnashed into her clitoris, and now my cock moved inside her like the clapper of a bell. She rang loud and clear. Sobs and giggles erupted in abbreviated forms, she couldn't control her voice box any more than the other box. Juices poured down over my balls; she was climaxing subliminally. Her hands tried to massage her tits to even up her passions, but she had to give up the attempt. After that she let her arms swing loose, giving her the appearance of a Raggedy Ann doll in the hands of a violent child.
When she started to choke and turned a bright red I made her lie down flush on my body, then rolled us both over so I ended up on top. At once her legs flew up into the air and her pussy opened wide to let my dork drive in so deep that it almost came out of her throat. There was less erotic friction on me now, what with the relaxed muscles and the excess of fluid washing about in her cunt. It sounded a little like butter getting churned. Slurping, exploding air bubbles, digging deep, slamming my bone into her clitoris, biting at her little tits, I was doing everything to leave my mark indelibly on this girl's mind. A bit harder, a bit to the side, that was it, her cries told me I was on the right track. She seemed to be gargling now. Her face was twisted in an expression of ecstasy that approached pain. Her mouth was wide open to take in all the air she could, but it wasn't enough. "Oh Joe! give me a break! Please! Oh Joe! Don't stop, don't stop! Oh Jesus!" Her words came out in bits, as if my long downward thrusts were expelling them from her throat. And I fucked harder just for her, giving it to her from all angles, savaging her, ravishing her, making the best of her while I had her.
My cock, numb from probing pussies on overtime, stopped taking pleasure in the silken massage of Martha's cunt. It remained hard, but even that wasn't necessarily a permanent condition. It was one of those moments of saturation, the kind of lapse for which one had to maintain a reservoir of sexual fantasies and I had run out long ago. Only one thing to do. My hand crept up under her ass and parted her cheeks to grovel down into the split. Her asshole was sensitive to my touch and she jumped a little when my finger first tried to enter. But whether she liked it or not was not my business. It gave me the fillip I needed, that extra surge of lust and passion that took me out of apathy and dumped me squarely on the straight. There was the finish line, hung with banners and vanes. I could feel my balls contracting for a final surge. Martha seemed to sense it. Her cries became more desperate, more searching, she didn't want to be left behind. Neck to neck we galloped along the fence, sweat flew off us, we drooled and snorted, fucking like fiends- not far now, my insides were boiling, the crowd was on its feet and cheering, together we thundered over the line, blowing semen and unleashing a wash of juices, crying and grunting, clawing at each other, and then everything was quiet again.
"Phew!" I said, getting off her and wiping my brow. "That was good. I'm glad we finished in time to see the sun rise."
"God, yes! I can't believe how much you made me cum!" Her eyes sparkled and her tits still heaved with excitement. "Can we do it again soon? Please?" I nodded in agreement but truthfully I knew that it would be awhile before my dick would get hard again!
To avoid her question, I lit up the cigarette, but it tasted like low-grade shit. It was morning, five o'clock to be exact, and my mouth had been sorely tried. When the smoke curled back against my palate, it retaliated by popping little blisters and perverting my taste buds. I ground the cigarette out and lay down on the bed. "Hey, on your way out leave a message with the butler, will you? Tell him to wake me at eight o'clock on the dot."
"Okay." She kissed me on the cheek and darted out of the room, still naked, and trailing sperm. What a sweetheart. Suddenly I felt nostalgic for the days of feudalism, when barons could maintain junior harems without aggravation from the law or parents. But why should I complain about the present? I was buried in twat! Ah, a few days more… and then? At that point I fell asleep.