For the seventeenth time, Phyllis Arten turned over in her cold bed. She shivered with cold, wondering why the damn landlord felt it expedient to keep the heat so low at night. At twenty-nine, Phyllis was still unable to accustom herself to the cold winters in this city.
Life had dealt her one low blow after another ever since she'd met Bernie. Short, chunky, but solidly masculine, her ex-husband had driven his truck through Phyllis's home town one day, fifteen years earlier, when she had been a mere fourteen. Bernie had seemed so lovable and adorable, Phyllis had flipped over him. He'd spirited her away in his truck, taking the starry-eyed girl to the city, and there he'd married her and set up house in a sleazy five-room fleabag apartment house. And nine years later, Phyllis had divorced him, sent her eight-year-old daughter, Kerry, to elementary school and got a part-time job. Two years later, with Kerry in junior high, Phyllis got a full-time job and earned enough money to make up for the alimony payments Bernie never sent anymore.
The sleazy, five-room apartment was even sleazier. Her bedroom, which she shared with Kerry now that there was no longer a husband around, was right off the small kitchen with a dining area built in. A long hallway led to the living room, which one passed through to reach the other hallway. Two other bedrooms and a bathroom adjoined that hallway, and at the end of it was the door leading out of the apartment.
Phyllis wished she could leave this apartment forever. The electricity was bad, with dim lights because of poor wiring. And the cockroaches abounded in uncountable numbers. No matter how clean Phyllis kept the kitchen, no matter how often it was sprayed, not matter how many times the exterminator came up, the roaches always came back.
The dark bedroom in which she now huddled was almost frigid. Phyllis had no idea how Kerry was able to sleep. Her daughter, now fourteen years old, was taller than she. Where Phyllis had long, dark-blonde hair, Kerry had short, midnight hair. Where Phyllis's skin had a slight tan to it, Kerry's was milk-white, contrasting with the ebony color of her hair. Both females had brown eyes, but Phyllis had a long, straight nose, and Kerry had a short, upturned one. In short, Kerry's face was more like that of her father than her mother. Fortunately, the girl's body was more like her mother's. Kerry's bra size was almost the same as Phyllis's thirty six-C. Her waistline was an inch larger than her mother's twenty-two inches. And her hips were the same as Phyllis's thirty five inches. For a fourteen-year-old girl she had matured in a hurry. And where Phyllis had a nightly bout with sleep, trying to catch some, Kerry slept easily.
The bedroom was small, with twin beds and a night table of contemporary modern styling between them. Everything was of blond wood. The linoleum on the floor was bright yellow, but fading now with age. And white curtains covered the two large windows keeping out the streetlights, but not keeping out the bitter cold.
It was at times like this, when she was unable to sleep, that Phyllis thought back to her first meeting with Bernie.
The small Midwestern town where she had been born never knew the wicked winters she had discovered in the city. On Sunday afternoons, after church, when all the other girls hurried home, Phyllis liked to walk through the large park on the edge of town. Her favorite area in the park was an old pond no one bothered with any longer. Grass had grown over the entire area, and surrounding trees were covered with dense foliage. This part of the park was too far for others. No one ever came here any more, which was one of the reasons why Phyllis liked it so much. At the far side of the pond were two large marble columns, but the weeds and foliage had grown up around them, making them barely visible. And it was at the base of these Doric columns, in a small area hidden by high, thick bushes, that Phyllis used to come and rest. It was here she could be at peace with the world. Here, life didn't seem dull, for here Phyllis could do as she pleased.
The hot afternoon sun beat down on her, and she lay back in the small clearing, feeling the grass under her. She felt totally alone, as if in the Garden of Eden, but with no Adam to disturb her. The rays of the sun penetrated her clothing, and as she lay on the grass, it occurred to Phyllis she might get chlorophyll stains all over her clothing, and her mother would be angry. Her skin tingled and pleaded with her to shed the cumbersome clothing, so Phyllis did just that.
Excited by the idea of being totally naked in the park, the girl looked around, reassuring herself of the privacy, and then she rose and removed everything, letting the sun bathe her soft, girlish flesh. It felt so good. But then, the sun always felt good on her body. Phyllis loved sunbathing. Here, in the park, was the opportunity for a complete tan, and she reveled in the sunlight, shimmying her body, shaking large, girlish breasts from side to side, glorying in nakedness.
Each time she came to the park and stripped down felt like a new experience for Phyllis. The feeling was always one of being naked for the first time, exposing her flesh to the life-giving rays of the sun.
The golden-haired girl lay back again, this time feeling some of the coarse leaves touch her naked flesh, stirring a new excitation in her, as if a thousand tiny fingers were massaging nerve-endings through her femininely stimulated body. Phyllis had the urge to caress herself all over.
There was that vague, thrilling sensation deep in her vagina. It was a sensation experienced on the few occasions she had been alone with a boy, talking. Only this time the feelings were more dramatically intense, more demanding.
After talking with a boy, Phyllis would hurry home to her bedroom, and there she would press the tip of her forefinger against the shuddering clitoris extending from her vagina and rub until she had brought her self to some minor orgasm. Because the girl's parents had brought her up to believe sex and masturbation were dirty things, Phyllis always felt guilty afterward.
But this particular afternoon, lying totally naked in the park in the hot sun, the girl had an overpowering desire to fondle her body. The urge to feel physical pleasures, no matter now small, overpowered the teachings of narrow-minded adults.
The palms of the girl's hands were warm as she placed them against her curving hips, sliding them up along the narrow curve of her waist, languishing in the sensual pleasure of her own, girlish, naked flesh.
Reaching the full, raised mounds of her swollen breasts, Phyllis cupped her palms over the nipples; the pinkish buds of her sensitive breast points. They were already hard and sensitive. Her fingers pinched them between thumbs and forefingers, thrilling in the contact as licentious pleasure rippled through her girlish body. The flames of lust raged wildly out of control. Long legs spread widely apart, Phyllis raised them higher, tugging them wider apart. The thought of being out in the open, so nakedly exposed to everything made arousal within heighten to a greater sense of necessity than ever before, bringing on an overpowering feeling of urgency. She released fingers from her budding breast-tips, running a hand down over the smooth, flat plane of her girlish belly, until her fingertips touched the wispy beginnings of feather-light pelvic hair. The hot lips of the hungry young girl's flaring vagina wetly opened as her fingers approached, and Phyllis realized the heat rising from within herself surpassed the blazing rays of the sun. An overly sensitive clitoral nubbin sent a throbbing message to her anguished brain, begging to be touched and caressed.
Aflame with desire burning in her girlish belly, Phyllis slid her outstretched middle finger into the soft, hair-lined gash of a virginal cunt, spreading the spongy flesh apart to bare the quivering pellet of her lust-aroused man-in-the-boat. The young blonde began massaging it, sending agonized delights coursing through her trembling body. The finger moved up and down, back and forth, rhapsodically massaging her clitoris, building symphonies of delight to a new pitch in her childish body. Wanton writhing made the ground rub against her back, and everything tingled that much more.
The girl never once dreamed her salacious fingering was being observed. Bernie Arten, an itinerant truck driver who had delivered a load of furniture the previous day, was wandering in this part of the park, and he had observed Phyllis as she had gone to her secret place. When she had turned off the trail by the pond, he had moved around through the dense growth, coming up behind the small clearing by the white, marble columns. Bernie remained hidden in the bushes as he watched the girl undress and lie down before starting to finger her cunt.
Phyllis, blissfully unaware of her observer, continued rummaging her finger against her soft clitoris, enjoying herself to the utmost. She had no idea each detail of her trim, girlish figure was being observed. Her long, blonde hair was splayed out behind her on the grass, framing a sleek, beautiful face with a long, straight nose, and rich, pink lips. Her tongue kept flicking out and licking her lips each time, wetting them again and again.
Phyllis appeared to be more than merely nude. Her movements created the image of a brazen tramp, writhing on the grass, waiting for some imaginary lover to pounce on her. The girl seemed to raise her cunt as she fingered it, as if offering it in invitation.
Observing eyes traveled over the elegant length of the girl's neck. Bare shoulders sloped down to a lovely collarbone. The blonde's naked, bouncing breasts were large and full. They jiggled in a most provocative way with nipples of rich pink that appeared bullet-shaped, though tipped back a little. There was a lovely sheen to the girl's skin, created by a light coating of perspiration. Phyllis imagined other hands all over her young breasts, still unaware a male watching her was imagining the same thing. She had no idea she was as exotic as she was erotic, causing shudders of thrilling anxiety to shoot through her observer.
The girl shut her eyes, imagining other lips and hands all over her. Her body writhed as her moon-shaped breasts continued bouncing above the delicate, taut, curving configuration of her ribcage. Her flat, unblemished stomach rose and fell with quick breathing.
The man stared at the rich pink color beneath the sparse blonde hairs on her mount of Venus. He gazed at the apex between her thighs, noting the girl's finger was rubbing against the sensitive button of her clitoris at the apex of a glistening, coral, pear-shaped mouth, and the sight made the man's hard cock throb all the more as he quietly shed his clothing.
One of Phyllis's hands continued rubbing the sensitive extensions of her nipples, but the other hand kept on working on the clitoral bud, rubbing and massaging, making the girl bounce her ass on the ground again and again, making the male observer want to charge right out and jump on her. But Bernie decided to wait a little longer, until she was really fired up. Then he would ream her sweet cunt so thoroughly she wouldn't be able to walk for a month.
Hot, passion-juice seeped from between lint-covered labia as the girl continued stroking her moist vagina, rubbing and caressing the quivering lips as well as teasing the aching clit. Phyllis continued stroking and titillating the little bud, and as the animal heat built higher and higher in her young body, she gasped, feeling how natural and wonderful it all felt. Her clitoris demanded more of the young girl, tingling from forbidden caresses, making her arch her back up off the ground again and again, wantonly wriggling and squirming to the rhythmic movement of a rubbing finger. Phyllis pushed her long, tapering digit down hard, running it past her sensitive clit into the innermost secret depths between her tender lips.
Curving the finger, the girl tucked the tip inside her feminine channel, teasing the entrance for a while. Then, unable to restrain herself, Phyllis rammed her middle finger between her wide-open labia like a spear pushing through pudding, probing the soft, heated inner depths of her passion-aroused vagina. She shoved the finger as far in as she could, barely touching her hymen, knowing it was still there, intact. The palm of the girl's hand pressed against the erect clitoris, making it quiver even more. Now Phyllis's middle finger began sawing in and out of her feminine tunnel as her loins rose up and down with wild eagerness. With her other hand she pinched and rubbed the hard nipples extending from her breasts. More and more fire was being generated in the pit of the blonde girl's quaking stomach. Her eyes, wide open, rolled upward, staring unseeing at the tall white columns on either side of her as they reached up to the sky, and her wetly quivering tongue washed over her parched pink lips. The girl's brain was utterly consumed with passion.
And that was when her thoughts were interrupted. Phyllis first realized someone was standing nearby and she froze, her finger buried all the way in her teeming pussy, her body flushing with embarrassment. It took the girl a moment for her eyes to focus on the naked man. It was natural that she see the huge, erect penis jutting out from between his thighs. The blunt, magenta head was pulsating with anxiety, and Phyllis could see the many blue veins road-mapping the fleshy cylinder. When the girl raised her eyes to the man's face, she could see lust-filled eyes staring wildly down at her, gazing between her upraised knees where her hand covered her virgin cuntlips. And at that moment Phyllis knew she was going to be fucked. It should have been a rape. Any court in the world would have convicted him of rape, but Phyllis was always glad she had never yelled, because it was her daughter's conception, and she loved Kerry very much.
Bernie kneeled down beside her, lightly running his hands over the girl's shuddering breasts. He squeezed and pulled on her nipples, then said, "I don't want to hurt you. Honest, but seeing you here like this, well... I've just gotta fuck you."
Phyllis wanted to cry and plead with the man, but she could see the determination in his eyes. Things were moving so swiftly, even if she had been against what happened next, she wouldn't have had breath to cry out.
He was sliding between her thighs, holding his rigid cock solidly. The rubbery head brushed across the wet slit of her tight, unopened cunt. The full, fleshy length throbbed like some kind of monster preparing to strike as his body-weight slowly, but firmly, pinned Phyllis to the ground. The man was panting, and the blonde could smell the liquor on his breath, letting her know he'd been drinking. He was slightly drunk, but he wasn't mean-drunk, and quite possibly this was one of the reasons why Phyllis found herself attracted to him. He had black hair and a solid, burly body. As the man leaned down, Phyllis realized he was going to plant those liquor-coated lips of his on hers. He was going to kiss her.
A sizzling wet tongue thrust its way into the young girl's mouth, and his hands began squeezing her breasts. Perhaps because of his drunkenness the man didn't realize he was squeezing her breasts too hard, and Phyllis whimpered with pain. As if to make up for hurting her, Bernie released her breasts and dragged his mouth down to her nipples where he licked and kissed them, sucking them and hoping to soothe the ache he had caused. But the taste of the girl's nipples was so arousing, the man unwittingly bit down on them, making Phyllis gasp with pain again.
Phyllis knew she could have screamed, but she was also aware her screams would probably go unheard. This was a very secluded area. Its loneliness was one of the reasons why she had chosen it. In all the time she had come here, this was the first time anyone else had also come along. The chances of a third person being nearby were extremely remote, and even if a man was there, he might be worse than the man attacking her. If the truckman feeling Phyllis's body was rough, it was unintentional. Someone else might purposely harm her. So Phyllis sobbed a little, but didn't scream, knowing it made sense to keep her mouth shut.
Bernie raised his head, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth as he stared at the beautiful girl's writhing body. His hands returned to her breasts, squeezing and pulling on them as he stared down between her thighs at her tender cunt. God! It was a beautiful cunt.
Phyllis lay bask, staring up at his dark face. She should have been terrified out of her mind. She wasn't. In fact, when the man smiled down at her, she smiled back.
"Are you going to kill me afterward?" she asked, knowing deep down this man wasn't the kind to do something like that.
"Are you kidding?" Bernie asked. "Hey, kid, I'm here to make the two of us happy. I don't want to really hurt you. Jeez! You have some fabulous body. To kill you would be one helluva waste. Christ! I might kidnap you and take you home with me so I can fuck you again . ..
The idea was far from unpleasant to the romantic girl. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more Phyllis liked it. Going home to her parents after something like this would be almost unthinkable. They were the kind of people who would put the blame for her attack squarely on her, and she would be locked up in her room after that.
"Would you really do that?" Phyllis asked the man who was fondling her breasts and rubbing his hard cock against her pink slit.
"Why not!" He shrugged. "I live alone, I got no one to come home to, and I'd love having a pussy like you waiting each time I got back from a trucking trip. But first, let's see if you fuck as good as you look."
Phyllis didn't really believe him at the time. She found it impossible to accept the fact that a total stranger would want to live with her.
She watched him grip the thick, heatedly throbbing penis with one hand, then guide the blunted head toward the wet opening between her own tender thighs.
"Here we go, baby," he gasped, ramming his masculine hips forward, anxiously trying to slam the lengthy piece of cockmeat inside all at once.
"Uuunnngghhhh!" she gasped in pain. "I'm a virgin. Be careful! That hurts."
The agony gave Phyllis the courage to plead with him, but she stopped when she felt him clamp his hand over her mouth. He was leaning down, putting weight on that hand, so when he thrust forward again, he rammed her head against the dirt beneath, and Phyllis thought she was going to pass out. The lubricating fluid in the girl's cunt made his initial entry a little less agonizing than it might have been, but as the penis continued pushing into her, Phyllis realized she was going to suffer more than a little pain. The driving penis felt as if it were splitting her body in half.
"Christ! You have one tight pussy there," Bernie told her, groaning as the swollen tip of his thrusting cock was tightly clutched by the mouth of her sweet cunt. He stared down at her lint-covered mound, watching the pink cuntlips strain as they were widely stretched by his thick, pulsating, massive hardness. The man lunged again, pile-driving his powerful prong deeper into the tightness of her steaming snatch, feeling the flesh seemingly cringe before the powering pressure of the mighty dong.
Phyllis lay there, tears streaming down her face, thinking it had become a nightmare without end. What had started out as what she believed to be fun, had become something horrible, Inch by agonizing inch the hard cock continued making inroads into her, and when the girl was certain she couldn't take any more, a searing pain seared through her body as the moving phallus tore her hymen. The penis continued moving deeper and deeper, making the girl's abdomen ripple with pain. And then she felt his bushy pubic hair rubbing the crevices where her thighs joined her torso, and when his testicles slapped against her perineum, she knew he was all the way in. The pain was so searing, it was all Phyllis could do to keep herself from shouting at the top of her lungs.
The pain was like water in the girl's body. It had started as a trickle, and had progressively become a running swell, and finally a flood of washing agony. Phyllis lay there, sighing and sobbing, not even noticing Bernie had stopped thrusting and was resting for the moment.
"Christ!" the young truck driver was gasping. "Ohh Christ! What a cunt! What a fantastic cunt! Oh Jesus! Wow!"
"It hurts, terribly," Phyllis cried to him.
"Yeah, well it does hurt the first time, kiddo. But we'll have a lotta times after this to make up for the pain," Bernie told her. "That is, if you're serious about wanting to come away with me."
"Will you marry me and make it all legal?" Phyllis asked.
"Shit! Here I am, fucking a kid, and she wants me to marry her, just like that. You got nerve, kid, I'll give you that. You want me to marry you? Why not! I could never hope to do better somewhere else, anyway. I'm Bernie. Who're you?"
Sniffling and sobbing a little, Phyllis realized how ridiculous this whole thing would appear to an outside. Here she was, being fucked for the first time in her life, and she didn't even know the name of the man doing the job.
"I'm ... uhhhhh ... Phylllis," she told him. "Phyllis Arten," He smiled down at her, not believing his good luck.
"You'll really marry me?" the girl asked.
"Phyllis, I've been trucking for five years now, and the only broads I ever come across who're willing to do anything with me are the play-for-pay kind. And most of them are dogs. You're the prettiest cunt to ever come into my life. I'd be a real prick to let you go, now wouldn't I ? Yeah, I'll marry you."
Rest-time was over. Her masculine lover was gasping and groaning, as if straining to hold back a premature orgasm. And then he began driving his cock in and out of her, fast and hard. The spongy magenta head struck deep in the girl's cunt, bouncing off her cervix as the cock widened the vaginal tunnel, making it easier to rummage in and out.
The pain was driving Phyllis mad, at first, and all she could do was lie there and whimper, thinking this agony was her damnation for having allowed something like this to happen so readily. Even though the man had claimed he would marry her, Phyllis still didn't believe him, and she thought of herself as being ruthlessly raped.
The pain made the girl want to shut her eyes, but she adamantly kept them open, staring up into the face of this man who was fucking her so powerfully, building crescendos of sensation inside her.
"Like it?" Bernie asked at one point.
"I... uhhh... don't know..." Phyllis replied truthfully, feeling a funny mixture of sensations pouring through her body.
"That's because you ain't looking at it," he gasped. "Here now, if you see what's happening, it does things to you."
He grabbed her long, dark-blonde hair and tugged her head up. Through tear-filled eyes, Phyllis saw the man's penis being shoved in and out of her tight cunt. The long, thick staff would pull back until only the mottled magenta head remained locked between her vaginal lips. The hard cock hesitated for a moment, poised wetly outside the clasping grip of the seething cuntlips. She could see the silken strands of her own light, pubic hair were sodden and matted against her body with some of his own dark curls caught between their curling tendrils. The flushed, pink lips of her vagina were clearly outlined by the pressure of the man's cock. And then he slowly, very slowly sank his hard pike into the sodden depths of the womanly enclosure, burying its length inside the girl's body. The hard cock slammed against Phyllis's cervix with a powerful thud, and her eyes watered.
Bernie groaned again as he fell forward, letting her head fall to the ground. He pressed the full weight of his body against the girl's nakedness, thrilling to the pressure of her pillowing breasts against his hairy chest. He rotated his ass, making grinding motions as the cock pounded jerkily in and out of the squeezing pussy. Wet, sucking sounds filled both their ears, and Phyllis realized the very obscene-sounding of it thrilled her, making this a more enjoyable experience. Deep inside her clasping cunt, the head of the man's plundering prick seemed to bloat to an impossible thickness, filling the girl until it seemed possible her vaginal walls might literally burst because of the pressure. She moaned, but it wasn't with agony. The pain was slowly settling down, disappearing, fading away as sexual fire burned through her body.
Bernie's thrusting body seemed to consume the girl's every part. Her neck tensed where his mouth had sucked on it, and this was another thing that assured Phyllis of never returning to her parents. She knew a black-and-blue mark was forming, and if her folks ever saw that, she would be ostracized permanently.
The naked girl tried bouncing back, responding as the man's weight crushed her full breasts, and her long thighs wrapped tightly around the truck driver's hips. Her formerly virgin pussy was being delightfully battered by the masculine pole filling it, and wild spasms were shooting through the young girl's belly as Bernie drove his hard, thick, long cock to the absolute maximum depth in the girl's widely stretched cunt. His head went up and back as he arched forward. Bernie's throbbing muscle was moving more and more quickly inside her, and Phyllis suddenly felt herself on a roller coaster, slowly, very slowly rising to the greatest pinnacle she had ever know. The top was straight ahead, and she could feel herself reaching out.
"EEEYYYIIIIAAAAIIIII!" she screamed, bucking and humping wildly, feeling her ass slam against the firmament beneath her as she reached the top of the roller-coaster ride inside her, and came swooping down to wonderful oblivion.
"OHHH YEEE AAAHHHHRRRRGGGGHHH!" Bernie shouted, and he began spurting semen into her tight, clinging cunnus, feeling the girl's vaginal depths surround his meatpole and violently suck on it.
And afterward, the man had dressed and stayed with Phyllis while she dressed. He led her out of the park and she went with him to his hotel room where he gathered his belongings and brought her to his truck. Phyllis knew sending a letter to her parents would be a wasted thing, so she didn't bother. As far she was concerned, she was headed for a better life.
Sure, she thought to herself, lying in the twin bed. A BETTER LIFE: this!
Bernie had married her the very next day, just as he'd promised, and she no longer felt like a fourteen-year-old girl. She felt like an adult.
Kerry had been born nine months later, and Phyllis knew it had been that first fucking that had brought her into being. And though living in this five-room apartment had seemed romantic at the start, Bernie was forever complaining about her spending habits. Whenever he was home he took to going out with questionable friends and coming home at all hours of the night. He expected her to cook for him no matter when he came in, as well as cook for his friends. In fact, the only thing he hadn't made her do was fuck for his friends. He had never really been a father to Kerry, and the girl grew up with guidance solely from her mother. But when Phyllis caught Bernie trying to fuck his eight-year-old daughter, she threw him out of the house and filed for divorce.
Because of what Bernie had tried to do, Kerry had learned about sex at a very early age, and though her hymen was still intact, there were times when Phyllis swore the fourteen-year-old girl knew more about it than she, her own mother.
Kerry's sighing made Phyllis open her eyes, and she could see her daughter writhing and squirming in the next bed. And Phyllis realized the girl was masturbating in her sleep.
Lord! Phyllis thought. I have to find a husband and get out of this place. Kerry needs a father, and I need a cock.
And that was the truth, because Phyllis had masturbated during the past six years. She did need a cock.
CHAPTER TWO
The Western Parkway neighborhood had been run down when Phyllis and Bernie first moved into it, fifteen years earlier. Now it was a complete shambles. There had still been shade trees in the summer along the dividers between the inner roadways and the main parkway. Tiny flower gardens had once adorned the outsides of the various apartment houses.
Now there were no trees. There were no bushes, and there were no flowers. In fact, there was no earth in which to plant anything. The owners of the various apartment houses had put down cement when the poorer element had started moving into the neighborhood. And it was no wonder. Windows were broken, stores were robbed, and buildings were constantly vandalized.
There shouldn't have been prejudice in this kind of neighborhood, where every kind of minority abounded. But there was more prejudice here than in most places. Black against White, Latin American against native-born, and everyone against the few WASPS who still lived there.
The sun never seemed to shine on Western Parkway anymore. Everything seemed so drab, so dull. And everyone who lived there seemed so unhappy.
The apartment house in which Phyllis lived was on a corner between Western Parkway and Utopia Avenue. All along Utopia Avenue the stores had iron gates in front to keep the vandals out at night. They were only half-opened during the day to protect the store windows. Here, one could smell all kinds of food as stores made and sold soul food, chili and tacos, pizza, and there was even one kosher delicatessen with smoked meats.
After making sure Kerry was on the school bus, Phyllis, dressed in a shabby brown cloth coat, started on her way to work. She worked as a shipping clerk in a small nearby factory. The pay was far from good, but it kept her and her daughter alive.
Her shoes needed mending and she knew what that meant. She never had money for things like this, and so had made an agreement with Sam Molino, the shoe-repair man. For heels, she gave him a few kisses. For soles, she allowed him to rub her breasts. For other repair work he was allowed to feel her breasts under her bra.
As far as Phyllis was concerned, Sam was a really nice guy, even though he did have this penchant for wanting to touch her all the time. He had even offered to let her live with him for a while and pay all her bills, but she refused. When he'd once made a surprising offer of marriage, she also refused, because she knew Sam would never be rich. She wanted to marry a man who would offer her security.
Occasionally Phyllis talked with Sam. He was only twenty-four, and he would make some woman a nice husband someday. He was a kind man in spite of always wanting to grab her, and she could see he was the kind of man a woman would be able to control. Certainly he was nicer than her ex-husband. If he'd been making a decent living, Phyllis would have been more than happy to marry him. Unfortunately, anyone who worked in this neighborhood would never make a really decent living. And a shoe-repair man in any neighborhood could never hope to become financially independent.
The heel on her shoe had broken earlier that morning, so Phyllis knew Sam would want to feel her breasts under her bra. It was the only way she would be able to get him to repair the shoe, so she had decided to not even wear a bra. Also, she was heading for Sam's a good half-hour earlier than she would normally go to work. He was crazy enough to want a good, long feel, and Phyllis was crazy enough to let him do it. Hell! The only reason she hadn't let him go all the way with her was she had been hoping to find another husband and she'd wanted to keep her body for him alone. Now it almost didn't matter any longer.
What I really need is a new pair of shoes, she thought as she walked down the avenue and came to the shoe-repair store. It was quarter to eight, and the door was open. She entered the shop and shut the door, feeling her heart pounding. Phyllis always felt this way each time she entered the shop, and she realized it was the excitement of what Sam did to her. Damn! If she hadn't liked him she would have let him feel just to get it over with. But deep down the woman had to admit she was dying to feel a man's hands on her breasts, and a man like Sam, who was a bit perverted but nice, had very nice hands. She thought of him as perverted because she knew Sam would have loved to get his hands on just about every female in the neighborhood, including Kerry. Sam had almost as much of a fixation for her daughter as he did for Phyllis, but the man never made advances to Kerry. This was another reason why Phyllis liked him.
"Hi!" Sam greeted, coming over to the counter, smiling at her.
The rich odor of leather and glue filled her nostrils and Phyllis had to admit it was a pleasant odor. Behind the counter she could see countless long sheets of leather stacked one on top of another at the far wall. Whenever it was possible to cut something from a sheet of leather, Sam did it. It saved money on both heels and soles. And the heels and soles cut from the leather sheets lasted as long as the ready-made heels.
Walls on both sides of the store were lined with shelves where repaired shoes were placed. And there were two little booths where one could sit and wait while his or her shoes were being fixed. All the shoe-repair machinery was in back, against the right wall. There was a door on the left side in the rear, which led to a small office where Sam let his bookkeeper work when he came in.
Sam wasn't a tall man, though he was two inches taller than Phyllis's five feet six inches. He had black, almost frizzy hair which he had to keep slicked back in order to make it looked combed. He had intense brown eyes, a small, straight nose, and a perennial smile on his face. Despite working with leather all day long, his hands and face were always immaculately clean.
"Hi, Sam." Phyllis smiled. "I have a small problem."
"Yeah," he nodded, a big grin on his face. "I notice you shut the door, and I'll bet you locked it, too."
"Yes." She nodded, reddening, as if admitting she was there to do something with him.
"Still won't marry me, huh?" he asked, teasing a little, though Phyllis knew how real the question was.
"So you can take turns with Kerry and me?" Phyllis teased.
"Hey, I never said nothing to your daughter," Sam insisted. "You know that."
"I also know you're hot for her," Phyllis replied, "just like you're hot for me."
"Yeah, well maybe I'm hot for all broads."
"How many have to use kisses in place of money?" she teased.
"Yeah, well I admit you are sort of special." he smiled.
"Tell me, what'll it 'cost' me to have you put a heel back on my shoe?" she asked, taking off the shoe and handing it and the heel to him.
"That's a pretty old shoe," Sam commented, looking at it.
"Sure, but I need all the old shoes I can get," Phyllis answered. "I'm not exactly a rich woman."
"Hey, wait a minute. I think I got something you'll like."
Sam went to the back of his shop and took out a shoebox. He came back and opened it, showing Phyllis a new pair of cordovan leather shoes.
"They're your size," he told the blonde. "They'll fit."
"Where did you get them?" Phyllis asked.
"Some rich dame brought 'em in about a month ago. She wanted them dyed. I dyed them, but she didn't like the color, so she told me to keep 'em."
"They look like eighty-dollar shoes," Phyllis commented.
"Sam, just what do I have to do for them?" the woman wanted to know. "I mean, how far do I have to go?"
"Pull down the window shade over there on the door," he instructed.
Feeling her heart pounding, Phyllis went to the front door and pulled the black shade down. Then she walked into the back of the shop and stood near the leather sheets piled more than four feet high. Each sheet was seven feet long and three feet wide.
"I wanna see you naked while I feel your breasts," he told her.
"Sam, you know what that'll lead to," Phyllis warned.
"I won't fuck you. I swear to God I won't fuck you," Sam promised.
He handed her the shoes and she tried them on. They fit perfectly. In fact, they were the most comfortable shoes she had ever worn. God! They felt good. Phyllis knew she needed a good pair of shoes, and there was no way she would be able to afford to buy a pair. But she knew being naked in front of Sam would arouse her inner self even more than usual.
What the hell! The shoes were a necessity.
"All right, Sam, just this one time," she agreed.
Phyllis was wearing a tight brown sweater with matching slacks under her cloth coat. In no time she had everything off, standing naked but for the shoes and her socks before the shoe-repair man. The clock on the wall told her she had twenty-five minutes before she had to leave for work.
Phyllis watched as Sam approached and reached out and touched her hot, round breasts. He was staring at them with wide eyes. This was the first time he had actually seen her body. Phyllis could see the way his pants were stretching in front to accommodate his erection. Sam's hands wandered all over the blonde woman's anxious body, and Phyllis could feel herself becoming more and more heated up.
Standing there, reveling in what the man was doing, Phyllis closed her eyes and for a little while luxuriated in the way he was touching her. Sam had soft, gentle hands, and each caress of his fingers was a wisp of gentle wind brushing her nipples.
Abruptly, Phyllis opened her eyes, and what she saw startled her. Sam had undressed, and he was as naked as she.
"What are you doing?" Phyllis asked trembling. "Sam, you promised . . ."
"I ain't gonna fuck you," he told her. "But looking at you like this, I gotta do something."
His hands were shaking, and Phyllis realized tremors were shooting through his body. She had never seen him this way. Before she could move or do or say anything, the blonde felt Sam powerfully crush her to his chest and kiss her, only this time his kisses were not gentle. Phyllis felt as if her mouth had been captured and skewered by his thrusting tongue. A great, quivering, saber was slapping her belly, and she could feel the hair on his chest scrub her soft, swollen breasts.
A gasp came ripping from Sam's throat as she felt his naked hardness press into her lovely body. She could feel the thickness of his cock, and it was unbelievable. Phyllis had only seen it momentarily before the phallus had pressed itself against her, but it looked to be twenty-five-percent-or more-thicker than her ex-husband's, and just as long. The man was built like a bull. They way the penis pulsated against the blonde woman's body made her think it was silently screaming in agony of which she had never been aware. His balls hung in the heavy scrotum like small leaden handballs, and Phyllis knew the man was in dire heat. God! It had come to a point where she was also in heat. She needed something, anything. Six years was too long to go without a cock. She wished he would break his promise. Phyllis wanted to be fucked. In the nine years she had been married to Bernie, fucking was the one thing her ex-husband had always done well. And because it was the only thing he'd ever done, she was totally unprepared for what Sam wanted.
Sam pushed her back until she fell, sprawling on top of the stacked leather. One long, white silken thigh trailed down onto the floor while the other one was thrown across the top of the leather sheet, and a golden triangle of tufted hair was at the apex, outlining her heated pink cunt.
Phyllis felt herself panting. She should have been terrified, but just as she hadn't been afraid when Bernie raped her, so now, the golden-haired woman was unafraid of Sam. The aches and agonies in her body had built to a point where she badly needed cock-relief.
Phyllis looked at the man's face as he knelt on the floor, his face perfectly level with the creaming gash between the pillars of her loins. He was staring at the open pink cut between her thighs, admiring the naked labia, seeing the way her inner flesh was swollen and pulsing. It was a temple of lust, beckoning to him, and Sam Molino threw himself on the open gates, his gentle hands catching Phyllis's smooth hips and his mouth clamping tightly against the leaking fount.
"No! No! No! Sam what are you doing?" Phyllis screamed. "My God! My God!"
Phyllis felt the hot searing breath and the hard, kissing lips pressing against her private center. He was actually kissing her down there. No ... no ... it was crazy, she couldn't let this happen... and then the golden-haired woman felt a slick knife suddenly stab hotly into her quivering body.
Phyllis felt Sam's tongue cut deeply into her sodden depths, sending the flaming, coursing jagged bolts of desire to the very core of her internal being. It was something she had never known before, and now the twenty-nine-year-old woman felt blasts of lust blister their way through her.
Phyllis was at an age where she didn't ask foolish questions. She knew what Sam was doing, and she knew why he was doing it. He was doing it to make her feel good, because it damn well made her feel fantastic. What she didn't know was, did Sam get anything from doing so perverse an act? She shook with the wildest sensations as he kissed her vagina with his lips and tongue much the way he would kiss her mouth. Blisters of delight coursed through her anguished body, and helpless tears of sensation ran down her cheeks. Lightning seemed to charge through her again and again.
Sam tasted the all-too-real, heated feminine juices of her teeming flesh... the delicious cuntflesh so open and inviting. It was the first time he had ever seen a woman's naked pussy, much less tasted one, and he was in ecstasy as he continued drinking from her leaking wound.
Phyllis glanced over the side of the leather sheet and was able to look down between Sam's thighs. She could see his cock twitching in rhythm to the way Sam's mouth was sucking the oils from her dripping gash. It seemed to be bulging and growing longer and thicker, seemingly made of flesh-coated steel.
"Ummmmm . . . ummmmm!" was the only sound coming from Sam's slurping mouth as Phyllis felt his tongue flash into her again and again. She felt his shoulders pressing her thighs wider and wider apart as his oral extension cut through her pussyfolds. Sam sucked as if he couldn't get enough of her.
Phyllis's pink target, sodden with her dripping juices, lay before the hungry man. He shot his stiff tongue like an arrow against the tender extension of her clitoris. Phyllis could feel her feminine nodule standing up like a miniature penis. Sam's hard hands braced the woman's thighs open ever wider. Phyllis saw the glistening shine in his eyes as they stared at the entire pulsating flesh of her coral pussy. His eyes seemed to be looking up and down, and Phyllis realized he was looking between her asscheeks, as well, staring at the flower of her tiny anus. As far as she was concerned, Sam had to be more than a little crazy. What kind of pleasure could the man get from staring at an anal rictus?
"Eeeeyyyyiiii!" Phyllis bellowed out, and for the first time she realized the machinery in his shop was on, going full blast to drown out her screams.
The man's alien tongue seared her tight nookie again, causing fresh jolts of static to shoot through her flesh. The sky opened to her bellowing, and Phyllis felt spears of delicious, wonderful, blistering lust shatter their way through her.
God! she thought. I'm as perverted as he. I love it. Oh God! What's the matter with me? How could, I enjoy anything like this'
Phyllis felt Sam's tongue licking and lapping her tormented clitoral extension without mercy, doing it as if he had done it all his life instead of this being his first time. His tongue teased and shook her as she felt it move in concentric circles around the budding clitoris. The sounds he made as he drank the hot flow from her cunt made her think he was drinking the nectar of the gods. She could feel his lips clamping tightly around the trembling, vellicating bit of flesh, and he made loud noises as he continued sucking. She could hear his twitching cock beat against the sheets of leather, depositing drops of his own lubrication.
"Ohhhhh . . . uhhhhhhh . . . oooonnnggghhh!" she gasped and her screams blended with the roaring machines, reaching to the very ceiling of the shop. Jolt after jolt of licentious, blissful delight ping ponged through Phyllis's whimpering, moaning, screaming body as she felt what she believed to be an insane man sucking her very essence out of her. Her head pounded against the leather sheet beneath, and the golden-haired woman thought she would faint from the sheer rapture she was experiencing. Phyllis had no idea whether it was because she hadn't had a cock in so long or because a tongue was doing this to her that she felt such rapture. She did know it was the most delightful sensation she had ever known. Her mind was totally drained of thought, feeling herself being guided along the pathway to ecstasy by the tongue licking through her womanly center. Her lips instinctively arched up and her loins quivered and quaked, straining to the pleasure-giving mouth that poured enchantment through her entire body.
Phyllis felt much more than Sam's licking tongue. No man could lick a woman's vagina this way if he didn't love the woman. Yes, that was it. Deep down, Sam did love her, perhaps because she was the only woman to allow him to take little liberties with her body. Or perhaps it was because she didn't laugh at the way he handled her. In any case, she realized she did respect Sam as a man, and it surprised her that he hadn't been able to find another woman who would be interested in him.
The ceiling above her seemed to waver and slowly come down to meet her, expanding before her glazed eyes until she was almost sightless. The flame between Phyllis's thighs swelled and swelled in intensity until the blonde-haired woman thought she would be utterly consumed. Without realizing it, Phyllis wrapped her thighs around Sam's head as, like a hungry seal, he continued feeding at her trough.
Yes, she thought, yes, yes. I'm as sick as poor Sam because Hove what he's doing to me. Oh God! I love it. I love it. I want to feel his entire head ram itself inside me.
As her long, ivory thighs clung to Sam's head, Phyllis felt his tender hands reach under her ass-cheeks, hoisting her rounded orbs higher, lifting the meaty, pink slippery flesh of her aching cunt even higher, bringing it up to his lips so he could suck with even stronger abandon. She could feel Sam's cheeks brushing her wet, wispy curling blonde fluff, and she knew this might be the first time a man would be eating her cunt, but it wouldn't be the last. By doing this, Sam had unknowingly made her a slave to this, and she would find some way to get him to do it again.
Phyllis jumped even more when she felt Sam's tongue lap lower, sliding through her anal crevice and licking at her tight, puckered asshole. She felt the man's tongue licking and lapping the crinkly orifice again and again, then Phyllis felt his tongue stiffen and try worming its way into her shuddering anus.
The tiny doughnut-like sphincter automatically resisted the pressure of Sam's tongue, so he shoved harder, and Phyllis suddenly felt her resisting asshole give way until he finally managed to push a fraction of an inch of tongue inside. To Phyllis, it was as if Sam had thrust the entire length of his tongue into her. She thought he was fucking her asshole with the lingual probe.
"Aaaaiiieee . . . ahhhh . . . ooonnnggghhh . . . haggghh . . . uuuunngghh. .. !" Her screams grew louder and louder. They were sick, depraved, perverted sounds and Phyllis refused to believe they were coming from her own throat. Her full breasts heaved up and down, pounding against her chest. The thoroughly incredible sensation of Sam's tongue in her trembling anus was driving her insane.
He's mad! she thought. He's stark, staring mad. Only a madman would tongue my asshole.
Sam continued lapping, sucking, licking, and slurping, noting Phyllis was sliding closer and closer to the edge of the leather sheets. He was overjoyed to think he could build such a reaction in her.
Phyllis felt him pushing, sliding her back onto the flat sheets of stiff leather, and her long, white limbs wrapped themselves all the more tightly around Sam's head. His tongue had slithered back up to her vagina, and it was probing the coral orifice again. She felt it slide right in as she heard the "sluuurrpp" it made. Phyllis felt the tongue flow through her vulva as if it had been custom-designed to fit into her. And then she squealed and jumped as Sam's forefinger found her recently tongued anus and pushed its way inside, up to the first knuckle. The digit wormed its way around and around as his tongue continued the maddening swirl through her vagina.
Without warning, Sam hoisted his body up onto the leather sheets while keeping his tongue buried in the teeming center of Phyllis's sodden cunt. He writhed about until he lay on his side with his groin near her head. Phyllis, in a state of total euphoria was completely unaware of his loins nearby until he pulled on her asscheeks, spinning the young mother on top of him with her buttocks and vagina spread above his anxious mouth.
Phyllis opened her eyes and found herself staring down into the wide-open crotch of the cunt-sucking Sam. Her eyes were fascinated by the immensity of his wavering phallus, seeing the rigid, thick pike sway from side to side. Veins could be clearly seen running rampant through the penile flesh, and the bulbous purple head pushed out from the collar of foreskin, sodden with its own juices.
"Please ..." she heard Sam gasp as his mouth came away from the blonde woman's cunt. "Please, please . . . suck it! Suck my cock!"
Was he crazy? Did he think she would actually put that massive truncheon of flesh, blood, and muscle into her mouth? Bernie had never even thought to make such demands on her. Why did this man think he could demean her in such a manner?
Yet Phyllis stared dumbly at the throbbing cock, fascinated by its size and breadth, inhaling the rich, pleasant manly fragrance coming from between his thighs. She noted the man was scrupulous about cleanliness, and as a result she smelled more deodorant soap than anything else coming from his groin. Sam's great upstanding penis, blood-engorged, and vein-laced, was drawing her mouth closer and closer, and she couldn't understand why. It was a huge, pulsating spike, with a sightless eye continually weeping as if crying because Phyllis wouldn't slide it between her luscious lips. The closer the woman's face got to the shimmering cock, the larger it became, springing out between the man's pale-brown loins, the penile base surrounded by thick, black curls. Lord! Phyllis hadn't seen masculine pubic hair in six years, and the sight was driving her crazy. The hard cock twitched and shuddered like an uncontrolled engine of some kind or other, flexing and bloating under her continuing stare. Phyllis could see the wrinkled sac of testicles below, filled with his leaden balls, each heavy with the seed aching to be released.
The cock! It seemed alive, all by itself, huge, massive, immense, begging, pleading for her to kiss it. Yes, yes, the penis looked so helpless, so in need of loving. Phyllis was unable to refuse the plea.
Slowly the young mother parted her lips, feeling a quivering anxiety inside her. At the same time the woman's slim, tapered fingers wrapped themselves around Sam's phallic wand, caressing the purple head and white shaft. Her head dipped lower, and Phyllis slid the massive dome between her sucking lips, not knowing why she was doing it, yet feeling the need to shelter the huge penis in her mouth. She sipped the animal essence of his sticky lubrication seeping like thin syrup from the narrow slit. The woman's tongue tasted the flowing seepage as it licked around and around the pulsing head again and again. She didn't want to waste a drop of the delicious seepage. And each time her tongue touched Sam's glans, her ears were rewarded with a groan from his throat.
"Ooooh . . . yeah. . . yeah. . . yeah. . ." Sam was gasping. "That's it! Oooooh, you're wonderful. God! God! I wish I had someone like you to come home to every night!"
Phyllis barely heard his words, in a paradise all her own. Sucking the mighty cock was something she enjoyed, and had someone tried taking it away from her, the blonde would have fought to keep it between her lips. Her slender hands gripped the base of the mighty staff as her lips sank a little lower. At the same time, Phyllis could feel Sam's words becoming muffled in the swampy depths of her cunt as he pulled her pussy down over his lips again. His tongue was stabbing into the void of her anxious vagina, sucking the sweet cunt while her tongue and lips continued washing the upper half of his hard cock, and her hands continued massaging the lower half.
To the twenty-nine-year-old mother this was one of the most beautiful things in which she had ever become involved. Her dumb ex-husband hadn't known the first thing about this because it probably would have demeaned his nonexistent masculinity to push his face into her hot cunt.
Sam scoured every delicious inch of Phyllis's vaginal interior, savoring the rich mead flowing from deep within her taut, feminine body, feeling her muscular walls trying to grip his tongue and pull it out by the roots. Now the shoe-repair man began sucking with a maddening vengeance, feeling the unbelievable bliss of Phyllis's mouth delightfully sucking his penis with strong internal feeling.
God! God! God! Phyllis never felt so hot in her life. The thick wand filling her mouth was the most exotic, arousing thing she could remember enjoying. The tickle of Sam's tongue in her seething cunt was enough to cause tiny orgasmic spasms to race through her body again and again.
Phyllis's head sank lower and lower, sucking in more of the man's vibrating penis. Her lips sucked three-quarters of the way down, then slowly slid up until her tongue was stabbing into the slit in his glans, licking out the tear like drops he was emitting. A muffled groan seemed to tear from Sam's chest as his loins thrust upward all the more solidly, driving the iron pike all the deeper into the blonde woman's wide-open mouth, filling it with more and more solid meat. Phyllis could feel Sam's mouth sink even further into the innermost recesses of her aching, simmering vagina. The frantic mother could hear the wild sucking sounds above the roar of the shoe machinery as warm air from an electric heater with a fan blew across both their bodies, keeping them safe from the cold.
Phyllis gasped with wild abandon as her lips tightly pulled on the thick cock sawing between her lips. The young mother shivered as she felt Sam's mouth all but tear into her tender flesh, sucking on the pink orifice, licking at her inner depths while nibbling the trembling clitoris again and again. Her hands stretched out and cupped the bloated balls of the man whose cock filled her mouth. Phyllis's fingers ran over the swollen sac and caressed the tender outer flesh as well as the sensitive inner testicles. She cradled them, holding them as if they were delicate pigeon's eggs. She strained, pushing her face closer and closer to the hairy base of his groin. The huge, rocklike pillar filling her mouth moved deeper and deeper, pushing into her gullet, creating a choking sensation. She didn't care. Life had been more than mean to her these past fifteen years, and if she had to strangle to death on a cock, there was no more pleasant way to go. But as her face moved lower, Phyllis's gullet accustomed itself to the thick, throbbing meat pushing into her, and she rapturously thrilled to the way it shuddered against her tongue and palate as the spongy head worked its way deeper into her sucking pharynx. The giant phallus pumped between her bloated cheeks, running up and down, up and down, and each time it poked into her throat, it seemed to reach the littlest bit more. She sucked until she felt there was nothing more she could do with the massive flesh baton.
Caressing Sam's balls with her hand, Phyllis lifted her head, sliding the entire penis from her lips. Then she tugged the wand to the side, dipped her head lower, and proceeded to lick the doughy mass of testicular flesh. Her tongue washed across it with wide, sweeping licks, stopping every now and again to wash the throbbing penis as well. Phyllis caught the pulsating penis with her hand, and began tugging it up and down, gripping it tightly, listening to Sam's strangulated cries as he crammed his face even deeper between her aching thighs. Her rapture-reaching tissues clung to his lingual digit, thrilling to the way the tongue worked itself in and out. Then Phyllis popped the plum like head of the shuddering cock between her lips and sucked again, letting her saliva dribble down the bole of the staff. Her asscheeks quivered as her cunt felt Sam's mouth sink all the more deeply into it.
As she sucked, Phyllis felt Sam tug his head back. He was gasping for air, his face a bright red. She felt Sam's fingers grip the lips of her dripping pussy and tug them apart, and then cool air from his mouth was being blown into her.
Sam's hands caught her rounded white asscheeks and drew her hot thighs even further over his face so the palpitating, pulsing pussy was crammed solidly against his mouth and nose, and the blonde, wet cunthair tickled his cheeks. He heard her gasp agonizingly as his penile head filled her tight gullet again.
In a wild frenzy now, Phyllis began chewing strongly with her teeth while her buttocks twitched wildly under the caress of his hands, her hot cunt cramming itself even more tightly against his face beneath. Wickedly, Sam thrust his tongue even deeper into the steaming folds of her vaginal opening, probing, licking, stabbing, and tongue-fucking ever deeper as the woman moaned and sighed with her own lips tightly wrapped around the solid log of meat straining out from between his thighs.
Phyllis gripped Sam's ass viciously as her own hot thighs pressed around his eager face. Her own quicksand-like flesh slipped back and forth from around his poling tongue. Her cunt muscles clenched and squeezed, doing their best to keep the oral digit locked inside, but her muscle bands were just so powerful, and the total lack of friction created by the wet cunt allowed his tongue to slide out repeatedly.
Phyllis felt the orgasm building up inside her. It wasn't a minor one this time. Sam's hands were on her back, feeling her muscles ridging as her mouth pulled greedily on his cock with ever-increasing savagery. The blonde woman shuddered as she felt the man's tongue seemingly slash into her delicate, membranous flesh again and again. She wondered how he was able to breathe at all this time, his face was sunk so deeply into her seething muff.
Lapping back and forth with his tongue over the blonde's clitoris, Sam could feel her going wild, clamping her hands around the swollen base of his thrusting cock whenever it wasn't moving between the ripe softness of her womanly lips. The rubbery head was already more than an inch into her esophagus, and pushing harder.
Phyllis was sucking, choking, coughing, sighing and moaning, all at the same time. She could feel the man's breath spewing in little grunts deep inside her tight vagina, muffling into total oblivion. Sam's tongue continued pressing against her little button of delight, sucking the tiny clit between his lips, making Phyllis churn and writhe all the more against his working face. The young mother ground her cunt down again and again, feeling her labia open all the wider and try vacuuming Sam's face up inside. Her butt twisted in a frantic rotation as she strained, feeling her orgasm reach into her.
Sam pried her soft, white thighs even wider apart, spreading Phyllis's asscheeks to the breaking point. His tongue scoured the seething depths of the woman's pussy, insanely driving and licking every bit of feminine sauce it could find.
Phyllis felt the tongue seemingly everywhere at once. It massaged her clitoris, dipped into the honeypot of her flaming cunnus, lapped across the perineum, sank into her tight asshole, then returned and lapped each of her vulva lips. Every now and again the young mother could feel Sam's teeth chewing on her rounded asscheeks, and then his tongue would once again plunge into the soaking-wet folds of her trembling pussy. The vulva muscles were like tight elastic bands, trying to clench the man's tongue, yet never quite succeeding.
Her cries were so loud, they seemed to overpower the sound of the machinery. Her head had lifted from his throbbing phallus for a moment, but Sam felt the woman's lips suddenly slide over the sensitive glans again, pulling the entire length of the pulsing wang all the way into her mouth, down her sucking throat. Phyllis's entire ass twisted and gyrated as the blasting explosions of her climax made her twine her tongue wildly around the upthrust pole in her mouth, while her vagina now firmly gripped and twisted Sam's tongue where it was sunk all the way into the depths of teeming bliss.
She could feel Sam's cock shuddering, twitching, swelling, and realized he couldn't hold back any longer. He had to come. The only question now was, did the man expect her to take his seed in her mouth? Phyllis didn't have time to ponder it. She did know if she removed her mouth, much of the thrill he was about to experience would disappear, and somehow she just couldn't do that to this man, especially after he had given her such an overpowering climax of her own. Had it been her ex-husband, she would have pulled her mouth away, gotten up, and left him there. Let him shoot his spunk into the air without any feeling. But Sam was not Bernie. Sam, for all his licentiousness, was basically a very good man. She had to make it as good for him as he had made it for her.
Her tongue sensed the crazy rush of semen through the narrowly constricted tube in the underside of Sam's cock. It came rushing out in a tumultuous flow, catching her off-guard. The floodgates seemed to open and the man's heavy load was suddenly released, roaring in a blinding flood along the length of his throbbing cock with the speed and delight of an express train without brakes rushing down a mountainside. Sam's thighs pressed against Phyllis's head, crushing it tightly, and there was a deafening roar in her ears. She knew there was no stopping the seed now. And then Sam was crashing the great, hot load of goo into her sucking, anxious mouth.
"UUUUMMMMPHHHHHHHH! UUUURRRR-GGGGHHHH!" Sam bellowed, his lips still pressed to Phyllis's seething cunt, but Phyllis understood what went on inside the man. Her lips pulled and sucked, swallowing and sucking frantically, anxious to drink the hot, fuming spurts coming from within him as they came jetting from the tiny, narrow opening in the enormous head of his hard cock. Phyllis felt Sam pushing his pike even deeper into her throat, and this time he might well have succeeded in strangling her had his hard cock not started shrinking. Even so, the blonde sucked hard, pulling every molten drop of sperm from the man's cock, sucking it into her throat, and swallowing the effluvium syrup into her belly.
Phyllis moaned and groaned, bobbing her head feverishly as she tried sucking the shooting jets of lava without letting any of it spill out the side of her mouth. This was Sam's first ejaculation inside a woman, and all the years of sperm he had saved erupted into his cock. Sam fired one wicked blast after another, shooting the seed into the woman's mouth almost before she could swallow it. Phyllis could feel the torrents burst against the back of her sucking throat as she rode her own aching pussy harder and harder against the working mouth of the muscular man beneath her. His tongue and lips caused wonderful, skyrocketing thrills to launch themselves through her body as stars winked on and off in her brain.
God! she thought. Oh God! to drink his liquid as he continued swallowing the rapturous pools seeping from her own oven was total bliss. It was as if the entire world had come to an end, and she was totally disintegrating into tiny little ecstatic atoms that would whirl through space forever. Nothing else seemed to matter but this sea of rapturous oral love to which he'd introduced her.
Like all good things, this came to an end. Slowly, very slowly her body drifted down from Nirvana, and she had to fight to pull her cunt from around Sam's face.
CHAPTER THREE
On the bus, heading for the factory where she worked, Phyllis sighed. Sam had begged her to marry him after they had gotten dressed. He had sworn to take care of her and Kerry for the rest of their lives, promising he would never have anything to do with any other woman. It was an easy promise for the shy shoe-repair man to make, since Phyllis had been the first woman he had ever fondled, much less sixty-nined with. But Phyllis had adamantly refused. She needed someone who could give her security. When there was no money in the house, love quickly flew out the window. She had experienced enough trouble with Bernie. She didn't want a repeat of the same situation. If she married Sam and this marriage lasted eight or nine years as her previous marriage had lasted, she would be nearly forty when Sam left her. There would be almost no opportunity for a re-marriage at that age. No, this was her last chance to marry someone who could afford to support her, and even if she had no prospects now, she had to keep herself ready and waiting. The big question was, would her body allow her to continue waiting? It had tasted an orgasm, and now her innards were inflamed, aching for more of the same.
Looking at a discarded newspaper, Phyllis saw an ad for the new state lottery. The grand-prize winner was being chosen today. And the grand prize was a thousand dollars a week for life, with a guaranteed minimum of a quarter of a million dollars. Phyllis sighed and shrugged. She had never bothered purchasing a lottery ticket. She had almost no chance of winning anything; why throw good money away? It was a pipe dream, winning that kind of money for a fifty-cent ticket.
Arriving at the factory, she went to the rear, hung up her coat, and paused to comb her hair in the ladies' room. Then she came out and went to work.
The factory made dainty feminine items, like handkerchiefs and kerchiefs. A dozen were packed in a box, which was what Phyllis did all day. The factory, itself, was one huge room with a series of sewing machines standing in rows up front. Behind each machine was a girl working quickly because she was paid by the amount of pieces she properly sewed. Kerchiefs weren't merely cut. They had to be designed, sewn, and shaped. Lint flew through the factory, getting in everyone's hair, and filling nostrils. Phyllis didn't mind. By now, she was used to it.
She worked at one of two long packing tables in the rear of the factory, just before the storage shelves. Her job was to pack a dozen hankies or kerchiefs in an appropriate box, then stack the box on top of other boxes, already filled. A boy would come along later on and do the actual packing into cartons, strapping up the cartons. Then Phyllis would address the carton according to the bill of lading she received with each order, and the carton would be taken by the boy and stacked near the freight elevator.
The zzzz-zzzz-zzzz of each sewing machine blended in with all the others and made the room sound as if it were filled with overgrown, angry hornets. This contrasted with the even louder buzzing of the cutting saw as it cut material on the long cutting tables. It had taken Phyllis a while to accustom herself to all the noise, but now her brain completely shut out all of it.
"Mrs. Arten," she heard a voice say, and looked up to see the foreman. "The boss wants to see you in his office. Move it!"
Shrugging, Phyllis hurried up to the front of the factory and knocked at a large, metal door. A moment later the door opened, and she entered the small, shabby-looking office.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Barcone?"
"Yeah." The short, handsome man with the thick mustache nodded. "I got some customers coming from out of town today. They buy a few thousand gross at a clip. Actually they're more than from outta town. They come from outta the country. One of those spic countries. Anyway, they want a good-looking broad to go to lunch with them. I already have a couple of girls, but I'm one shy, and I figured you might like to fill in. You'll get paid as if you did your usual work, but all you'll be doing is havin' a good time eating. How about it?"
"Well sure, if it doesn't take too long," Phyllis agreed.
"Hey," Barcone told her, "this is for lunch, not dinner. Smile at 'em, let one of 'em squeeze your ass a little. It's worth a free meal to you. Afterward, we'll go up to their hotel room, sign the orders, and I'll even drive you home. Okay?"
"Sure," Phyllis nodded.
Anything to get away from the humdrum of the day's routine. A good meal had been something she hadn't had in ages. Maybe she could wrap something up and bring it home to Kerry.
"That outfit you're wearing looks fine," Barcone told her. "They'll be here in a little while, so go put on some fresh makeup and come back here. I'll tell the foreman not to bother you."
CHAPTER FOUR
The Blass brothers, Jose and Eduardo, were two good-looking Latin-Americans boys. The older one was in his early thirties, and Jose, the younger one, was just thirty. Both were married, so Phyllis quickly forgot any ideas of having anything to do with them other than a luncheon date.
Barcone had a brunette from the factory known as Linda, with him. A redhead by the name of Dolores hung onto Jose Blass's arm, so Phyllis knew she was there for Eduardo's benefit. It was just as well since Eduardo was the best-looking of the three men.
Lunch was at a high-class restaurant in mid-town. Phyllis had a large steak, and what she couldn't finish, she did have wrapped up in a Bowser Bag, and she tucked it into her handbag. Then they went to one of the Hilton's, up to the top floor where all the elegant suites were located.
Phyllis's eyes opened wide the moment she entered the sitting room of the suite. It was as elegant as anything she had seen in the movies, with large, comfortable sofas and deep carpeting. A huge window across the room let sunlight in. Since they were on the top floor, there were no buildings to obstruct the sunlight.
The paper-signing took almost no time, and then the other two girls left. Phyllis waited, ostensibly because Joe Barcone had promised to drive her home. But it soon became evident he was in no hurry to leave, and when Phyllis decided she would be better off taking the subway, Eduardo Blass blocked her way. He had tight, black, almost kinky hair, and his skin was tan.
Like his younger brother he wore glasses, but now the two of them were taking their glasses off, while Barcone, who had been enjoying a half-dozen Scotches, sat back on the sofa, a big smile on his face.
"Please," Phyllis said. "I'd like to leave."
"Oye! Chica!" Eduardo smiled. "You leave when we say so."
"What's going on here?" Phyllis wanted to know, and for the first time in her life she felt frightened.
"Hey, Barcone, din you tell thees gorl what was goin' on?" Jose Blass asked.
"Not really," Barcone slurred. "But don't worry. She'll give you a good time. Go on, Mrs. Arten, hang loose. Enjoy yourself with the boys. They like fresh meat every time they come to the city. They've already had their share of the other two girls. Be nice to them and there'll be an extra twenty bucks in your pay envelope, tax-free."
"Drop dead!" Phyllis told him. "I'm no cheap whore to be bandied about and played with just to suit someone's whims. Shove it, Mr. Barcone."
"Hey, chica," Jose Blass said to her. "You be nice to us, and we give you nice presents when you leave."
"Get out of my way," Phyllis said to Eduardo. He was a little shorter than his brother, and for some reason she thought he might be less dangerous. Too, he was wearing an expensive Brooks Brothers suit, and she couldn't see him wanting to risk its being ruined, because she intended putting up one helluva fight. Her coat was already in her hand, and she was all set to put it on when Jose approached, reached out, and pulled it from her fingers. The taller brother threw her coat to the side.
"Don't fight 'em, Arten," Barcone told her. "Just let it happen. It won't hurt, that way. Hell, it ain't as if you're some kinda virgin, or something. You been fucked before. Give the guys a good time."
Before Phyllis answered, Eduardo Blass reached out and gripped her shoulder, saying, "Thees woman is for me, alone. Jose, you can help me to fuck her, but for the moment she is mine, and I will decide how to use her."
"The hell with you, buster," Phyllis snapped, feeling his fingers tighten, snaring the thin fabric of her brown sweater.
Phyllis tried pulling away, and her sweater tore right down the middle as if it were tissue paper. Each brother grabbed a sleeve and pulled, and the garment came free of her body, fluttering to the floor, exposing her braless breasts to their eyes.
"No!" Phyllis snapped, more terrified than ever. "You can't do this . .."
The brothers' arms suddenly wrapped around her torso, their hands fondling and cupping her breasts as Joe Barcone looked on. The Blass brothers' eyes widened as they felt her melon-shaped tits with their bulging pink nipples and large aureolae. Horrified, Phyllis stared at Jose, watching him lick his lips. But she could also see the disappointment in his eyes, as if he had accepted the fact that she wasn't for him. Reluctantly, he shoved her toward Eduardo.
"You would be wise to do as I weesh," Eduardo Blass told her, peeling off his jacket.
"You wouldn't dare do anything to me against my will," Phyllis gasped.
But her body was already simmering with excitement. The man merely smiled at her and in front of her the other two men began undressing. He seemed to lack any sense of decency.
He was naked before she realized it, and Phyllis knew there was almost no hope for her now. She was going to be raped against her will, this time. She wanted to get out, and so took a step toward the door, trying to move around Eduardo. But the Latin-American reached out and pulled her to him, gripping her body tightly. His fleshy lips suddenly locked on hers as his surprisingly smooth tongue snaked between her lips. Phyllis could feel the squiggly digit hotly exploring her mouth. When the young mother tried pulling away, she felt the man holding her in a viselike grip. His fingers clamped tightly on her forearms, squeezing her muscles. She knew there would be black-and-blue marks all over her as the circulation in her forearms and wrists decreased. The older brother's warm, wet lips left her mouth and traced her jaw line for a moment, moving to her chin, then gently nibbling at the soft flesh of her neck.
Phyllis felt his mouth moving down to the soft, pillowy expanse of her chest. The horrified woman's blood ran cold as Eduardo voraciously sucked at her lips with his own, then once more moved his mouth down to the swells of her breasts. His tongue leaped out and circled the pink halo of her left breast, then leaped over to her right breast, not once touching either nipple. But a moment later his teeth clamped on the eraser-like bud of her right nipple as his lips pulled on the quivering tip. The man's glistening tongue swirled around Phyllis's quivering nipples, and she felt all the more anguish knowing her employer was staring, wishing he could get in on the action, too. From the look in his eyes it was obvious he intended getting some of her at a later date, figuring if she put out for this guy, she would be overjoyed to do the same for him.
What the hell kind of life was this? Phyllis wondered. In order for her to get married, she had to be literally raped by her husband. To get shoes she'd allowed Sam Molino to lick her vagina while she'd sucked his cock, though she still wasn't sorry about that. Now, in order to make her boss's customer happy, she was being raped again. Did everything in the world revolve around the raping of women? Hell! She knew she hadn't asked for this. But the man was treating her like a common whore; a plaything for uncaring, vicious men to fondle and throw away at their leisure. They made her feel as if she were garbage, a mere receptacle into which they could empty their sperm cannons. She was a lust container, a spermidor.
Eduardo Blass was not a patient man, and he maneuvered her onto the floor immediately. Phyllis realized he was going to fuck her in front of the other two men. He probably wouldn't care if the entire city watched. The room began spinning and whirling, and at one point she thought she would throw up the meal she had eaten, but Blass slapped her face lightly, saying, "Don't try to pretend you are sick. Eef you throw up, I weel make you swallow it all down again."
Looking up at him, Phyllis could see the man was very muscular. His chest looked like a solid, bronzed wall, and she knew there was no hope of getting out of there unscathed.
"No one wants to hurt you, Senora," Eduardo Blass insisted, hooking his fingers in her slacks. "We weesh to enjoy you, and it is my hope you weel enjoy what happens to you, too."
With a quick, deft movement, he slid her pants off, leaving her in her flimsy panties, socks, and shoes. Then he leaned forward and playfully began nuzzling her white thighs, making her tremble. Phyllis shuddered and shook, realizing his kisses were arousing her as surely as if she had wanted this to happen right from the start. His lips started just above her dimpled knee and worked up, higher and higher, stopping at the elastic of her panty band. Phyllis tried fighting it. She didn't want to give this Spanish-speaking rapist the satisfaction of knowing, he was making her feel good.
In spite of her intentions, the young mother couldn't control herself. Her body was already sliding from the control of her mind. Phyllis found herself moaning as the man's lips continued nibbling in the joint of her thigh, where the elastic panty band had been pulled away by his finger so he could continue caressing her there. His lips were kissing less than two inches from the unguarded furrow of her blistering pussy. His hands slid smoothly, slowly over her tautly smooth belly and gripped the upstanding mounds of her ripely soft breasts, squeezing with his palms, pinching with his fingers. The Latin-American certainly knew the different things needed to build arousal even higher in her womanly bosom.
Phyllis felt her mind reeling. She had been totally unprepared for this degradation. And the degradation was what bothered her more than anything else. There was no pain. Eduardo Blass certainly seemed to know what he was doing. Still, doing this in front of two other avidly watching men, and doing it without her permission made the blonde feel as if she were a totally rejected human being. It all seemed so sordid, even if his seduction was warm and sensuous. His skilled probing continued awakening the sleeping needs in her body, and she realized what she had been through with Sam Molino had only awakened dormant appetites within her. Now the awakened needs were crying out to be fulfilled.
Phyllis realized her long, white thighs were parting of their own volition, even though her mind kept telling them to close. The hot, moist, pink slit of her teeming vagina was plainly visible to every male in that room under the light gauze of her white panties.
"Que bonita!" Eduardo whispered, staring between her thighs. "You have there a veritable treasure. You should not keep it hidden."
"Hey, since you're making her spread like that," Barcone interrupted, "Why not enjoy a pussy sandwich. I'll bet she tastes real good."
Twice in one day? This was unbelievable. Phyllis realized a second man was now considering pressing his mouth to her vagina, and it made her sorry Sam hadn't fucked her. She would have loved the man to have a mouthful of Sam's sperm.
"Hey, make her rub her own pussy, first," Jose Blass said.
Phyllis shuddered, thinking how degrading the entire idea seemed to be. Yet she could feel Eduardo taking her hands and moving them down to her groin. And when his hands moved away, Phyllis realized her own hands were still moving, as if she was afraid not to do as they said. Her fingers came to rest on the gentle mound of her pelvis with its thinly covered blonde triangle.
Terrified to disobey, Phyllis tugged the crotchband of her panties aside and began slowly, gently massaging herself with her forefinger. She could feel her aroused body responding more and more.
"No!" Eduardo suddenly decided. "This is my pussy, to do weeth as I please." And with surprising gentleness he removed her hand and brushed aside the softly curling blonde hair covering her pink vagina, using his thumbs to gently spread the moist layers of womanly flesh. He leaned down at the same time, and without warning, just as Sam had done, clamped his hungry lips on the pearl of Phyllis's clitoris. The blonde's entire body arched off the floor, shattered with a searing blast of animal desire burning through her loins as the man's lips made their first contact with her naked, defenseless cunt. Again, Eduardo began nibbling, only this time it was on Phyllis's hole, and it excited the women even more. Her mind was slowly starting to shut out the other two men in the room. And then the man's hands were slowly, carefully, tearing her crotchband.
"My God! No!" Phyllis gasped, aware he was preparing to fuck her.
But her cry was really anguished helplessness, rather than pain or fear. And then, as she heard her panties being completely torn, then pulled from her body, her wanton hips began to licentious response of their own, grinding upward against Eduardo's face as his mouth continued sinking into her vast, churning depths. Phyllis felt herself trapped in a soaring, spinning surge of thrilling rapture.
Eduardo's pink tongue snaked all the more deeply into Phyllis's hotly moist cunt-tunnel, spreading her white thighs even wider apart. Then he licked up and down along the wet gash of her dripping cunt, letting his tongue electrically lap her aching clitoris again. One of his hands was far up in the shadowy cleft of her whitely trembling asscheeks, his forefinger caressing the tightly puckered entrance of her delicate asshole. She remembered feeling Sam's finger inside her, and though the shoe-repairman's hands were rougher, they felt nicer. Eduardo's other hand was sliding up into the warm damp slit of her cunt, and when he reached it, he eased a finger inside as his other forefinger pushed gently into her rectum, making Phyllis gasp with electric thrills.
"Aaiiiiieeeee!" she shouted, rubbing her ass back and forth because of the pressures inside her.
"Carramba!" Eduardo Blass exclaimed. "She has the tightest leetle nookie I have ever fingered. It weel be a pleasure to pump my prick into her. Ay, que chingarra!"
He yanked his finger from the seething depths of Phyllis's tight muff, then used his thumb and forefinger to spread even wider the pink ragged lips of her nookie, pushing his nose and mouth all the deeper into her sodden trench. His lips moved up and grabbed the penis-like extension of her clitoris, pulling and sucking on it. Eduardo's tongue lapped thirstily at her wetly aromatic feminine interior, lapping Phyllis's internal juices and eagerly and anxiously swallowing them down. The Latin man was relishing the delicious, tart feminine taste of her naked vagina against his sucking lips.
Phyllis's mouth gaped wide as if she would be shouting again, but only a hoarse rasp came forth. It was a soulful whine from deep inside her throat. The woman was frantically writhing now, quivering at Eduardo's delighting touch, comparing it to Sam's, and deciding she liked Sam's much more, even if Sam was relatively new to all this. Sam's movements had been natural, while this man's were all practiced. But even as she thought this, she continued grinding her vagina against his sucking mouth.
Christ! she thought. I really am an animal. I'm not much better than these men. The only difference is, I have to watch out and worry about becoming pregnant. If it weren't for that, I'd probably be fucking up and down Utopia Avenue.
Her empty pussy was wild with need, aching to be filled. An insatiable passion swept through Phyllis, and she knew her body needed the one thing to assuage the strong ache, satisfying the lustful, torturing screams in her aching belly. Fires of physical lasciviousness burned in her naked belly, and they needed to be quenched. The hard, soothing thrust of a thick penis was the only answer, and Eduardo Blass had just that. His cock was almost as long and as thick as Bernie's. It would do the job very nicely. Phyllis ached for the long, throbbing extension of manhood in her belly. She had to have it; to feel its rock-hardness inside her. There was no other way to quell this riot of savage passion flaring through her. Her blood burned with the need to be fucked, and Phyllis hated herself for giving in to this need.
Eduardo's strong hands gripped the woman's ankles as he pulled his mouth away from her teeming pussy. He twisted her ankles so she had to roll over onto her belly.
"Please to get up on your knees," he told her, and Phyllis, helpless to do otherwise, obeyed.
The blonde woman would have done anything to cool the frenzied anguish running through her body. Wanton desire rippled through her quaking vagina as skipping stones across a lake cause eddies of rippling water to flow outward. Thank goodness the carpeting was thick and soft and cushioned her knees. There was a coffee table in front of her, and she reached out and gripped it tightly with her hands to keep herself steady. Her round, white, naked buttocks waved in front of Eduardo, taunting him as the matador's cape taunts a bull.
At that moment the hotel-room door opened, and Dolores, the redhead, walked back in.
"I forgot my purse ..." she began and then shut up, staring at the way Phyllis was on all fours.
Jose Blass was up and shutting the door instantly, this time locking it. His trembling hands all but tore the redhead's clothing off, and Dolores stoically accepted what he was doing as her punishment for having interrupted at a time like this.
Jose Blass was stripping off his own clothing, hungry to put his cock to use. He was slightly smaller than his older brother, even though he was taller. He grabbed the red-haired Dolores and made her straddle a wooden chair with arms backward, the chair's arms, and he had her leaning forward so her breasts were rubbing against the back of the chair. Dolores felt the wood dig into her widespread thighs as her upraised butt pointed toward Jose's approaching cock.
Jose had pointed the chair's back toward the center of the room so both he and Dolores could watch what Eduardo was doing with Phyllis. Jose knew the sight of what was about to happen to Phyllis would keep the red-haired Dolores at fever pitch. It would make up for the dryness in her cunt, which Jose hadn't sought to moisten. He wasn't interested in foreplay, like his older brother. He had to fuck the redhead's pink pussy, now. It was a matter of personal honor as far as he was concerned. He had to pump into Dolores's cunt before his brother fucked Phyllis. And Dolores, who had been fucked by both brothers previously, understood. So she steeled herself to withstand the thrust of Jose's outstanding prong, grateful the penis was shorter and slenderer than Eduardo's, about to fuck into Phyllis.
"Aaaauuugggghhh!" Dolores cried out, her body feeling a mixture of pain and exaltation as the hard, glistening pink shaft with the red knob rubbed between her asscheeks, then moved lower and roughly eased between the wide-open flanges of her vagina. Dolores felt her tender labia being wickedly stretched and her arms gripped the back of the chair more tightly as she felt the wood bite into her breasts. Little by little, the blood-filled head of Jose's cock slowly slipped into the sucking quim of the redhead's cunt until it sank completely out of sight.
Fighting the pain, Dolores gripped the back of the chair even more tightly, ramming her hungry cunt back against the younger Blass's hard attack. She gasped a loud, "Awwwahhhh!" as the man's thick penis sank its full length into her hotly stretched womanly orifice, pushing the soft moist inner walls outward like rippling waves as he plunged deep into the open vaginal sheath. Jose paused, pulled back, then thrust forward again, shoving his thick, fleshy rod into the redhead to the hilt. He crammed his thrusting meat into Dolores with such strength, using such fury with his frenetic motions, it appeared as if he were using his cock as a knife, trying to slice the red-headed woman in half.
Phyllis, looking back, realized the effect her naked body had had on the younger of the Blass brothers. The delicious thrill of seeing Eduardo strip her naked ... and the exciting effect of her vagina being cannibalized by the older brother had taken its toll on Jose. Though Eduardo had been able to keep his own body under control, Jose was totally out of control, and even though Dolores was just beginning to enjoy the pumping sensations of the younger brother, Jose was unable to contain himself, and he began spewing the contents of his balls into the tightness of Dolores's cunt. Staccato bursts shot into the redhead, and then the dripping white semen fell out in soft plops onto the seat of the chair as her labia continued to milk the jism from the younger brother's plunging penis.
CHAPTER FIVE
Eduardo had paused behind Phyllis's buttocks. He, Joe Barcone, and Phyllis stared at the spectacle of Jose rear-fucking Dolores's cunt. To Phyllis's mind it was a cruel penalty to pay for having forgotten one's purse. But deep inside she knew it probably saved her from extra ravishment, because Phyllis was certain the young brother would have tried making her do something the moment the older brother was finished with her. This way, all she had to contend with was Eduardo Blass. If Joe Barcone had wanted to get in on the action, he would have stripped down long ago. She wouldn't have to worry about Barcone-today, at any rate.
But now Phyllis sensed Eduardo again crawling up behind her nakedly quivering body, gripping her hips and tilting her buttocks more appetizingly up, increasing the acute angle of entry for his cock into her cunt. He was going to fuck Phyllis dog-style, just as his brother had fucked Dolores. The blonde felt his hand reaching up, still spreading the soft, pliable lips of her tight vagina. Turning her head, the young mother could see Eduardo looking down at the massively throbbing meat poised an inch from her pink, quivering quim. He wanted to enjoy this as much as possible, and so the older brother stared at his hard cock as it slowly moved forward. The painfully throbbing putz moved closer and closer to the blonde's tight, vaginal entrance.
Dolores, in more anguish than ever because she had received no satisfaction, slid from the chair onto the floor. She was moving closer to Eduardo and Phyllis, her own sore cunt still dripping the white sperm. She was on her knees, but otherwise upright, and she could feel Jose standing beside her, his limp cock literally resting on her shoulder, still dripping a few drops of semen. One drop trickled down her shoulder onto the upthrust nipple of her breast.
Phyllis felt Eduardo easing forward, putting his weight on her back as his eagerly pulsating penis pressed between her thighs. It slowly slipped into her tight little nookie, parting the soft blonde pubic fluff. The mighty shaft continued forward, and Phyllis could feel the soft, tender, resilient folds of her labia shut tightly around the bulbous cock cockhead. The blonde woman felt the older brother pause with just the glans inside her, and she sighed. Oh God! It had been so long, long. Lord! Too long! Eduardo was rocking the albous dome in and out of her, teasing her, intensifying the uncontrollable urges in her wriggling, salacious body.
"Aiee . .. Dios!" Eduardo gasped. "Thees is a tight cunt. I have never felt anything so tight!"
Phyllis gasped, thrilling to way the thick penis pushed her vagina walls outward. She could feel her internal self tightly gripping the man's lengthy prick, holding onto the knob as if she had gripping fingers inside her. And now, even through Eduardo had wanted to wait a little longer and tease a bit more, he could feel his cock being slowly pulled deeper and deeper into the sucking depths of the woman's seething quim.
Phyllis felt his rigidly long cock resting in there for several minutes, and she realized he only had the meaty plunger halfway into her tight pussy. It rested there, nestling like a baby. The man kept rocking his pulsating wang back and forth, pushing it in and out of the naked woman's sucking snatch. The sight of her on her hands and knees, with her buttocks directly beneath him, pressing against his belly, aroused Eduardo all the more.
Phyllis's cunt seemed to come alive all by itself, and though the cock inside wanted to tease some more, her vagina pulled and sucked, throbbing and pulsating around the stiff pole, tugging at this invading masculinity, desperately attempting to pull the rest of it inside her.
I'm a shameless whore! Phyllis kept saying to herself. I'm a wanton cunt who can't control herself. I need cock more than ever now, and I'm going to let this man do as he pleases, because I know it will please me in the long run.
"Do you like it?" Eduardo asked, breaking into her self-deprecating thoughts.
"What?" she asked.
"Do you like the feel of my cock in your cunt?" he wanted to know. "If so, I would much like to hear you tell me so."
"Y-Yes," she gasped. "I like it very much."
"Tell to me you wish I should fuck you, then," the Latin-American man insisted.
"Oh God! God! Please, please, fuck me, fuck me hard! Fuck it all the way into me," Phyllis begged, her brain wildly spinning as she heard herself utter the coarse words. She couldn't help herself. She needed the cock. She really needed it. And she could tell, Eduardo, unlike his brother, would be able to hold his sperm back long enough for her to come.
Her licentious entreaties were all Eduardo Blass needed to encourage him. And that was what Phyllis wanted. Nothing mattered other than his pleasure-giving cock rammed all the way up into her tight twat. Her cunt was starving. It needed a cock more than the man claimed he had needed her.
"Now!" she screamed, feeling Eduardo snap his hips forward. The long, thick cock slid solidly forward, sinking itself all the way into Phyllis's creaming snatch. She thrilled to the pressure of his balls slapping between her thighs, hitting her labia, drubbing her clitoris. The scream Phyllis issued was an animal howl of total pleasure. Long, low moans of anguished relief stuttered through the mother's aching body as she felt Eduardo thrust with savage strokes, slamming a wild beat into her feminine interior. Each in-stroke seemed to ram the man's pulsing peter a bit deeper into the enclave of her naked cunt, making her belly shudder and thrill with delightful thrills of erotic sensation.
Phyllis's entire body twisted and wriggled as her hands gripped the coffee table in front of her all the more tightly to keep herself from falling face-first onto the floor. She jerked in obscene abandon, a soft, low moan escaping from her anguished lips. Her face was contorted with primitive lust as savage, mad desires ran through the woman's aching body. Heavy beads of sweat ran down Phyllis's thighs, then dripped to the carpet beneath, mingling with the heavy dripping sweat coming from Eduardo Blass.
"Harder, harder, harder!" Phyllis begged, her voice a trilling squeal. "Shove it into me harder!"
The tortured blonde was totally mindless of the presence of the two other males and the one female watching her and Eduardo. Her movements had Dolores completely mesmerized. To Dolores, Phyllis had seemed like one of those "nice" women who was inwardly blase about sex, theoretically able to take it or leave it. But looking at the way she was responding to Eduardo's cock only served to make Dolores hotter. If only that jerk, Jose, had been able to keep his cock still long enough to make her happy. Even now she could feel the limp caterpillar of Jose's penis still resting on her shoulder.
"More!" Phyllis screamed. "I need more cock! More! More!" Her gravelly voice sounded completely inarticulate.
Phyllis was unable to believe how lust-driven she had become. She realized her lack of cock all these years had turned her into a questing animal, and decided never again would she let her inner body starve for the penis it needed. She would take Sam up on his offer to let her live with him, though she still couldn't picture herself marrying him. She needed some solid fucking.
"You ask for it," Eduardo gasped, "and now you are going to get it."
Phyllis felt him grab the fleshy curve of her damp pelvis and tug her ass back toward his thighs again, causing her to shrilly cry out with lustful delight. The blonde woman felt the penile spear sink all the way into her seething nest. She could feel the raw, smooth walls of her cunt clench and unclench against the shaft of his throbbing spear, sucking strongly on the solid flesh. She was leaning forward even more, her body pressing against the coffee table, her breasts being cut by the table's edge as her buttocks obscenely waved behind her, impaled by Eduardo's plunging cock. Phyllis's eyes were wide open, and her nostrils were flaring like those of a wild mare.
Eduardo reached under her and lifted her bodily off the mattress as she pushed back hard against his thrusts, forcing every iron-solid inch of his pulsating wang deeper and deeper into her womanly belly.
Jose and Dolores moved closer now, only a few feet away. The thrusting of the blonde woman's buttocks was the most deliciously obscene sight either of them had seen in a long time. There was something about the way she moved that made her appear extra-special.
Dolores watched the long, glistening shaft of Eduardo's penis slither in and out of the naked blonde's tight cunt, stroking through Phyllis's pussylips with wild abandon. Dolores could see the older Blass brother stroking the full length of himself in and out, tugging Phyllis's reddened flanges out like obscene, sucking lips on each backstroke, then making them fold in on themselves when he rammed forward. And each time Eduardo pushed forward, the sweat-matted flatness of his belly thwacked into Phyllis's asscheeks.
"Vaya, Eduardo!" Jose yelled. "Give it all to her! Fuck her good," he bellowed caught up in the excitement of what was happening. His own throbbing penis was starting to grow again as he stood near the naked fucking couple, his arm holding the kneeling Dolores's head close to his thigh. He wanted to turn her face toward his cock and make her suck it, but Dolores, miffed at not being satisfied, refused. If he wanted pleasure, he would have to stick his cock back in her cunt.
"Atta boy, Eddie," Joe Barcone bellowed. "Fuck her good! You can see the way she loves it!"
Phyllis knew she was rapidly nearing her orgasm.
This would be the big one, the good one, and she wanted it more than ever before. She needed it to keep from going out of her mind. Her cunt thrilled to the pressure of Eduardo's cock, driving her more and more forward across the coffee table. Her nipples were rubbing against the smooth top, tingling with thrilled sensation. She was dazed by flashing colors seemingly exploding in her brain. Obscene sensation seemed to reach an all-time high in her as high-voltage electricity exploded through Phyllis again and again.
Phyllis realized she was enjoying every bit of it. The harder, the more wanton, the more perverted, the more licentious . . . the better. Thrilling sensations continued building in her and her buttocks pounded back all the more solidly against Eduardo's fucking cock.
"Uhhhh . . . yesss .. ." she gasped, "Yes .. . yes . .. yes . .. that's what I want... that's what I want... more . . . more . . . more . . ."
Phyllis's wildly gyrating buttocks were swinging madly from side to side with savage, uncontrolled passion, tugging Eduardo's cock with her. He had to use all his energy to stay with her and keep his cock from popping out of her. His hands were holding her pelvis, desperately attempting to keep the blonde woman's ass steady so he could pump into it all the more readily. Phyllis's cuntlips pulled hard on the Latin-American's cock, making the outer flesh wrinkle as the inner steeliness remained sturdy, thrusting into her again and again. The strokes seemed to inflame Eduardo's penis even more, making it swell all out of proportion as wild, burning blood surged through it.
"Uhhh ... uhhh ... uhhh ... uhhh ... uhhhh . .. uhhhh ..." Phyllis gasped with each forward stroke.
"Going to come . .. going to come... going to come... uhhhh . . . uhhhh . .."
Phyllis felt the moving cock surge through her sensitive cunt all the more powerfully, and she realized her orgasm was rising like sound waves, becoming more and more intense. Her entire body trembled and shuddered like a tuning fork as the thrill suddenly burst through her.
"EEEYYYAAAIIIGGGHHH!" she screamed, but Eduardo's mighty strokes continued plunging into her, unabated. He kept slamming his massive dork into Phyllis's body to the hilt, thrilling to the way her sucking cuntlips seemed to slurp all over his pounding penis. Phyllis felt the long, hard cock strain its full length into her until she could almost feel his balls pushing in, as well. He just couldn't sink the cock any further into the blonde's aching, coming body.
Phyllis's body arched, her naked, gleaming white asscheeks waving high in the air as she pressed her breasts down against the coffee table for leverage. Her voice continued howling unabated, like a banshee gone completely out of control as her orgasm refused to abate. Rather than subside, Phyllis felt the intense climax in her becoming more and more powerful. The impaled blonde mother convulsed and quivered, shuddering as her hot, orgasmic juices came pouring out all over the thick penis still punching into her. The oils spurted from her oozing cunt, running wetly down her smooth, white inner thighs. The oil spurted out so strongly, it coated Eduardo's drawn-up balls as he continued pounding his penis into her. She was gasping for breath, wondering how long a single orgasm could last.
Dolores, staring at the gritted teeth between Eduardo's lips, knew the man would not be able to hold out much longer. There was pain scrawled all over the older brother's face as he gasped and shuddered, his hard fingers now biting into the soft, fleshy cheeks of Phyllis's buttocks. His hard, thrusting strokes into Phyllis's cunt seemed to become more and more vicious as his body moved faster, plunging his cock deeper.
"Unnhhh ... unnhhh ... unnhhh .. ." he gasped, punctuating every forward thrust with a hard slamming of his lips, and Phyllis, sensing he was about to come, ground her upturned asscheeks all the more solidly against his ramming thighs. His penis was so swollen, it had to either empty its contents into her, or simply burst.
"HHHAAAYYYAAGGHH!" he shouted, and Eduardo's wildly throbbing cock began unleashing the boiling load in its aching confines, exploding the fluid into the solidly impaled Phyllis, filling her womanly belly with its seething, burning torrents of jism, shooting it far, far up into the receptacle of her blistering cunt. But to Phyllis the soothing balm only enhanced the power of her own orgasm, while bringing yet a second climax on top of the first one.
"EEEYYYIIIAAHHH!" she screamed, humping her ass back against Eduardo's pounding penis, and she clutched the coffee table so tightly she thought the pressure of her body would break it.
Dolores was unable to stand it any longer. She was the only participant in the room who had not enjoyed some kind of climax. She rose to her feet and literally jumped on Jose Blass, wrapping her thighs around his body. Unprepared for her assault, the younger of the Blass brothers staggered back until his ass hit the wall. Then, braced against the wall, he stood perfectly still until Dolores, who was using one hand around his neck to support herself, had inserted his cock into her cunt with her other hand. And then she began wildly riding, feeling the wall behind Jose crush against her shins. Even so, she wouldn't let go. She needed her orgasm and moments later, it came as she bucked and humped her body against the younger Blass. Writhing and wriggling, she squirmed all over the cock thrust into her body, and she felt his second outpouring of semen into her, letting her know he had come again.
Some ten minutes later, Phyllis, wearing only her slacks and brown cloth coat, emerged from the Blass brothers' hotel suite with Dolores and Joe Barcone. She knew she should have felt dirty after what had happened to her, but she didn't. All she did feel was determined that her sexual abstinence had ended. She would go see Sam Molino right away and tell him she had changed her mind.
CHAPTER SIX
It was four-thirty in the afternoon when she got to the shoe-repair shop, and Phyllis was surprised to find it closed. Sam usually remained open until six. No one on Utopia Avenue stayed open after six because of the high crime rate in the neighborhood. She hoped nothing had happened to him.
Going home, she found Kerry sitting at the kitchen table, doing her homework.
"Hey, Mom," the black-haired girl greeted. "Hear about Sam, the shoe-repair man?"
"No," Phyllis admitted. "Did anything happen to him?"
"I'll say!" Kerry nodded, a big smile on her face. "He's the grand-prize winner in the state lottery."
"What?" Phyllis asked, stunned.
"Uh-huh! He gets a thousand dollars a week for as long as he lives."
My God! Phyllis thought, flopping into a nearby chair. And I just turned down a proposal of marriage from him. My God! Talk about life being cruel and unfair. Here she'd had an opportunity for security, and she had thrown it away. Well, she was going to get it back if she had to fuck Sam right on top of his shoe-repair machine and let the brushes buff his ass the entire time.
"So that's why his store is closed," Phyllis murmured.
The small kitchen table was in a corner of the room, and only two chairs could be used. The other two chairs were in the living room, helping to make up for the lack of furniture in there. Phyllis was sitting in the chair near the hallway leading to the living room. Kerry was in the chair near the kitchen window. Absently, the girl used her book to kill a courageous cockroach that had ventured across the table. Then she took a napkin, wiped it off her book, and threw her napkin into the garbage.
"Boy," Kerry was saying to her mother, "you should see all the women chasing Sam."
"He's a real prize, now," Phyllis commented, grabbing her broom and used the handle to tap the blinking fluorescent light in the ceiling. After two taps it stopped blinking.
"I like him," Kerry noted, "even if he looks at me like he wants to eat me up all the time. He's a lot of fun. He plays chess, and he knows about sports."
"Since when do you know about sports?" Phyllis asked.
"Gee, I know a lot about basketball and hockey," Kerry insisted. "Sometimes, when I have nothing better to do, I got to Sam's store and sit there and talk to him while he works. He's a lot of fun."
"What else do you do besides talk?" Phyllis asked.
"Gee, Ma, nothing. Sam's not the kind of guy who would do something someone didn't want done."
"The question is, what is it you don't want done, darling? Most girls, at the age of eight, when touched by their fathers, become traumatic and scared. It was a good thing I walked in when I did that day, otherwise I think you would have given your father the trauma. You were actually looking forward to what-he was going to do to you, weren't you?"
"I dunno." Kerry shrugged, pretending she couldn't remember.
The truth was, Kerry had been looking forward to it, and she had pouted a long time afterward, angry at her mother for interrupting just when Daddy was going to put that thick, long penis of his into her tight, tiny pussy. In this neighborhood kids grew up fast. Kerry had known the various names for the different anatomical parts of both the male and female body ever since she was five-years-old. And she wouldn't have been the first girl in her school to have been fucked by her father. Half the girls there over the age of ten had already been royally screwed by either their daddies, their uncles, or their brothers. And the girls always talked about it among themselves, and though many felt they had suffered a horrible experience, there were those who had enjoyed it so much, they were still fucking.
Kerry knew Sam Molino was hot for her, and she even teased him a little, but saw he had a tremendous amount of self-restraint. She didn't know why, because she would have been willing to put out for Sam. But then, she was unaware of what was going on between her mother and Sam.
"I suppose Sam will close his shop, now," Phyllis said. "With that kind of money, he won't need to work."
"Heck, no!" Kerry smiled. "I heard him talking to some TV people who came by when it was announced that he was the big winner. He said he'd go crazy doing nothing. What he might do is sell this store and open one in a better neighborhood."
Then I'll have to act fast, Phyllis thought. And she would, because after what had happened to her earlier, she would never be able to return to where she worked. She was already marked as a lay.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Phyllis had her final paycheck mailed to her along with the extra twenty dollars Joe Barcone had promised her for being such a "good" girl. Barcone had even phoned her once, trying to date her, but she hung up on him.
During the next week, Phyllis saw Sam Molino with a dozen different girls, eleven of which were streetwalkers. The only other one was a widow who was making a play for him, and she was a good-looking woman, too. Phyllis knew Sam had forgotten about any promises he might have made in the way of marriage ... at least for the moment. He was sowing the wild oats he had never shown when younger. But Phyllis also knew she would have to nail the man soon, or she would never get him.
The following Monday Sam's store was open for business, but there were so many onlookers and people trying to sell him things, Sam would never have been able to talk with her. So Phyllis waited two more days. On Wednesday, the furor had quieted down. Phyllis decided to go early in the morning, when Sam was alone. The strap on her purse had broken, and she needed it to be sewn.
Wearing blue slacks and a yellow blouse, she pulled on her coat and went to Sam's shop. The moment she entered it, she saw the change that had come over Sam. Not that he had self-assurance, but he was almost swaggering with false pride. Where he had been quiet and unassuming, he was now cocky and overconfident. The pendulum had swung the other way, and it would take time for it to settle in the middle.
"Hiya!" he greeted. "Come to see the millionaire?"
He walked right up to her and put his arms around her and kissed her. She knew he was waiting for her to hotly respond, as if all the money he now had would make him more attractive.
"Sam," she said, when he had finished his kiss. "Could you fix my pocketbook? The strap has broken."
"Hey, look," he said, putting her bag on the counter. "What say you and I go in the back and have more fun, huh?"
"Is that the price for fixing my bag?" Phyllis asked.
"Nan! I'll do that for nothing. But boy, I'd love to fuck you. How about it?"
"You once offered to marry me," She smiled wanly.
"You too? God! There've been more broads around her looking to hook up with me ever since I won that dough."
"I'm not looking for anything other than to have my handbag repaired," Phyllis told him.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Sam wanted to know. "That last time we had together was one terrific time, huh?"
"It was nice," Phyllis nodded. "What say we repeat it."
"Sam, I'm not a tramp you can just do things with any time it pleases you," Phyllis told him.
"Then why'd you always turn down my marriage offers?" he asked.
"Because Kerry and I would have been a financial burden to you," she lied. "You could have afforded to take care of yourself with what you earn, but it isn't enough for a family."
"Yeah, well now I can take care of ten families," he snickered. "But I ain't ready to settle down."
"No, of course not. There are too many girls out there who have suddenly fallen madly in love with you."
"Hey, what's the matter with you? You sound like you don't like me anymore."
"I like you, Sam. I've always like you. You're the one who's lost respect for me, treating me like I'm some kind of streetwalker. Sure, I let you fondle me, not merely because I couldn't afford to pay you, but because I like you. I've never let any of the other merchants around here touch me. But I want you to respect me. When you didn't have money, I let you touch me because we both got a little comfort from one another. Now, you're just looking for a lay. Well my cunt never came cheaply, and it doesn't come cheap now. Now that you have the money, if you want me, you'll have to marry me."
"Yeah, sure, you're just like all the others, after my dough. Well to hell with that? I can buy a dozen pussies. I don't need yours anymore."
"You're wrong, Sam. You'll always need mine, because mine will always be something special to you."
"A cunt's a cunt," he snapped, taking her handbag and walking to the rear of the shop.
"I think you're going to find out differently," Phyllis insisted.
"Sure, sure, that's what all you twats say," Sam snapped, using the leather sewing machine to repair the strap on her handbag. "Well I don't need any single cunt anymore."
"No, I guess you don't," Phyllis agreed, taking the bag.
But as she left the store, Phyllis knew Sam, who could resist one pussy, might not be able to resist two. She had an ace up her sleeve; an ace by the name of Kerry.
CHAPTER EIGHT
For some reason, even though she had the same hot blood as her mother, Kerry Arten had never let a member of the male sex so much as touch her. Not that she didn't want it to happen, but she couldn't see the percentage in fooling around with some guy in school. All he could do would be to make her pregnant. She needed that like a hole in the head. Though a lot of men admired the young girl's body when she walked by, Kerry gave them no cause to feel as if they should be encouraged. Sam Molino was the one make with whom she might have done something had he not backed away all the time. True, she had never thrown herself at him, but he had always fended off any hints she had thrown.
Kerry was therefore very surprised when her mother said to her, at supper that evening, "Kerry, I want you to seduce Sam."
"Huh?" Kerry asked, surprised.
"You heard me," Phyllis told her. "We've lived in this roach-haven long enough. We have to get out of here, and Sam Molino is our only ticket out. You need a father, I need a husband."
"Yeah, but what about afterward? I mean, suppose your idea works, and Sam marries you. If I like doing things with him, does that mean I'll have to stop?"
"You really are a slut underneath it all, aren't you," Phyllis snapped at her daughter. "Look, I'm looking for security. If you want to go on fucking for your stepfather after I marry him, that's your business."
"I want to do more than fuck for him." Kerry smiled.
"I want to join in a nice menage-a-trois .. a three way fuck-fest between all of us. I've always wanted to see your techniques, Mom."
"My God!" Phyllis gasped. "When I was your age such things never occurred to me."
"No." Kerry shrugged. "Daddy told me all about the things that occurred to you at my age. The day you walked in and caught us, he was showing me exactly how you looked the first time he saw you. Boy, I'll bet that would've been something to see."
"Before you start getting snotty, just remember you were conceived that day because of the way your father first saw me. If I had gone straight home after church like I should have, I would never have met your father, you would never have been born, and I might be living in some suburb in a nice little home with a husband and one or two younger kids, both of whom would be showing me a little more respect."
"How much respect can I show you, Mon," Kerry asked, "when you tell me to go out and seduce the local shoe-repair man?"
Phyllis trembled where she sat, knowing her daughter was right. This was the first fight they had ever had, and it had been precipitated by Phyllis's obscene order to Kerry.
"We're starving," Phyllis murmured to her daughter. "I had to quit my job, and there just aren't any other jobs around. I can't even collect unemployment. By next week, what little money we do have will run out, and we'll be owing money to a lot of people. And I might have to go out and prostitute myself for real. You might, too. Sam likes us. With all those other women out there, he knows he can screw around, but each one wants him solely for herself, with no intention of sharing him. The two of us together have a better chance of snaring him than any one woman. And if we make him realize we're both available to him, at least until you find a man of your own and get married, I think he'll go for it. And we'll be able to live better."
"I'm sorry, Mon," Kerry murmured. "I didn't mean all those thing I said. I guess if you still had your job we wouldn't have to do something like this. Heck, like you said, Sam's not a bad guy at all. He'd probably be very easy to live with."
The following day, Phyllis and Kerry waited for Sam to close his store. All the women who had hung around him earlier, in the hope of getting some of his money, were no longer at the store. Though Sam had spent freely on dates, he had given them no money for themselves and the women had become quickly disenchanted. So Sam, realizing it was his money they were after, resolved to have nothing to do with them.
Phyllis and Kerry followed as Sam headed for the nearby bar. They waited outside while he went in, and forty minutes later they followed as Sam came out. Phyllis had no idea where Sam lived, and so the two females had to follow him. And two blocks later, they saw him turn into one of the many apartment houses off Utipis Avenue. The two females hurried across the street and followed him inside. He got into the elevator, so they hurried to the stairs. They ran, huffing and puffing as they climbed, stopping at each floor to see if Sam was getting off. Finally, on the fourth floor, the elevator stopped, and Phyllis and Kerry were just in time to see Sam get out and walk through the dingy hallway to the small apartment at the end. Once he was inside, Phyllis opened a small satchel she was carrying and took out a robe. Kerry was already undressing, stripping down to the buff, but for her shoes and socks. Then the tall, limber brunette girl slipped into the robe and put her coat on over it.
"Go?" Phyllis breathed to her daughter, "And don't forget to leave that door unlocked."
Kerry paused while Phyllis dabbed two glycerin drops in her eyes, waiting until they ran down her cheeks, looking like tearstains. Then the fourteen-year-old girl walked down the dingy hallway to Sam's apartment and pressed the door buzzer.
A few seconds later Sam opened the door and Kerry flung herself into his arms, saying, "Sam! Sam, it's awful! I didn't know where to come. I saw you walking home and I followed you."
Sam stumbled back into the apartment with the girl's weight on him. Kerry touched the door latch with her fingers, pressing the "unlock" button, and then she slammed the door shut.
"Hey, kid," the astonished man said. "What's going on? What're you doing out by yourself this time of the evening? You know it ain't safe."
"It's Mom," Kerry sobbed.
"Whatcha talking about?" Sam asked. "You got a nice mom. She's probably the nicest woman in the whole area."
"She lost her job a few days ago," Kerry told him, panting as if she'd been running, while he slipped her coat off. She saw the astonishment in his eyes when he saw she was wearing a bathrobe and nothing else. He could tell, because Kerry's robe flopped open for an instant before she wrapped it tightly around herself and tied the sash.
"C'mon into the kitchen," he told her. "I got one of those coffee machines. I'll make you a cup."
He led her along the narrow hallway with its musty smell into the tiny kitchen. There was an old table there with three chairs around it. The fourth side of the table was against the kitchen window. There was a refrigerator and sink immediately to the left when one entered the kitchen, making up the entire left wall. And to the right was a stove, and near the stove, a counter. The lighting in the kitchen was dingy yellow, matching the crumbling plaster walls.
"I'm gonna get outta here soon," Sam told her as if apologizing for the place. "It takes a little while to fine a nice house and all. Besides, moving in alone don't feel good."
He went to the coffee machine, poured some coffee grounds into the tiny drawer, then pushed the drawer back into place. Then he poured water into the top, put a coffee pot underneath, and in less than five minutes the pot was full.
Kerry continued dabbing at her eyes, panting as if she had been crying while she'd been running, noting the way he was admiring her creamy, girlish complexion. Unlike most girls in her school, she had not gone through a heavy pimple stage. Because she had always showered and kept herself clean, and continually cleansed her face, the excess oils in her body never had a chance to be rapped, and as a result, never had a chance to form pimples. Kerry could see the man was concerned, and in a way she felt ashamed to help her mother trick him. Phyllis had explained it was for Sam's own good, as well since he was still easy prey for scavenging females who would taunt him into spending his money on them.
"Hey now, you tell me all about it," Sam insisted, handing her a cup of coffee, creamed and sugared.
"Mother lost her job last week," Kerry said, taking a sip, then putting the cup down. "We don't have any money coming in, and Mom can't find another job, so she's . . ."
"What?" Sam wanted to know.
"She's selling herself," Kerry continued. "She brought the first man home tonight, just as I'd finished taking a shower. I'd barely slipped into this robe when Mother told me ... "
"Come on, come on," Sam asked. "What'd she tell you?"
"She made me put on my shoes and socks, then gave me my coat and told me to ... walk around for a half-hour."
"My God!" Sam muttered. "It's come to that between you. Gee! Why didn't she come to me? I woulda helped her."
"Mom's very independent," Kerry explained, sipping more coffee. "She said it wasn't right to ask other people for money without offering something in return. She said you were too nice a guy to bother with her problems."
"Aw hell! She knows I kinda like the two of you. I woulda been glad to help. This is the second week since I won the lottery. I been stickin' most of the money in the bank. I maybe spent a couple hundred, but I got the rest."
Kerry could see his nose twitching, sniffing the light perfume Phyllis had dammed on. She huddled a little to make herself appear even more helpless. Kerry continued pretending to shudder as Sam stroked her hair in an effort to calm her down. He had pulled a chair over and was sitting next to her, and she snuggled against him, as if for protection, letting him feel the wonderful, soft curves of her body.
"Hey, come on. It ain't as bad as all that. Let's go sit in the living room. You'll feel better. You'll see."
He led her into his small, dingy living room, with dust lightly layered all over, as if he hadn't had time to do the cleaning. The overstuffed sofa was deep and when she sat on it Kerry almost sank in.
Kerry purposely stretched her body out on the sofa, letting Sam see the swell of her breasts against the robe. When she patted her hair, the curve of her bosom was slightly altered as her round, firm mounds were lifted up. She saw Sam turn his eyes away quickly, but she also saw the pressing bulge in his pants and knew the man was hot for her.
"C'mon," he said, putting his hands in his pockets to try and hide the randy swell. "Everything's gonna work out."
"I ... don't know what to say," she replied, trembling, moving so he could sit on the edge of the sofa to hide his erection.
Kerry reached up and wrapped her arms around Sam as if for protection, and she felt him hugging back. The girl pressed her solid breasts into his arm, and then when he wrapped his arms around her she pressed her mammary into his chest. Her one hand gripped his shoulder tightly, while her other hand reached up, cupped the back of his head as her mother had told her to do, and then the young girl pulled his face down to hers, shuddering as, for the first time, she felt lips touching her own. Kerry liked it, enjoying the warm love she could taste on Sam's lips, and she knew he was enjoying it, too. He wanted to struggle, she could feel that, but her caressing hand on the back of his head kept his lips locked to hers.
Kerry's eyes were open and she could see Sam staring into them, a wild look in his own eyes. The girl felt a little panicky. She had never done this with any male before, and now she wanted to stop. But it was already too late. Sam had a very, very low boiling point as Phyllis had surmised, and Kerry had already reached it. Though Sam had never planned on it, he was kissing her as if he were her lover.
Kerry struggled in his arms, making some small, halfhearted attempt to make him release her, but she could feel the beginnings of the raging fire already starting to engulf him. The man pressed his mouth to her ear and let his tongue lick into the shell-shaped confines, making the orifice tingle.
"God!" she heard him gasp. "Oh God! I don't know what's happening to me ... oh God! Look, kid, maybe you better get outta here . . . right now, or I'll do something to you."
"Then do something to me," Kerry gasped, realizing she meant it. This was more than a mere something her mother had dreamed up. The girl realized she wanted whatever Sam wanted.
"You're just a kid," he murmured, kissing her lips again.
"I'm a big kid," she murmured, burning kisses all over his mouth. "I have feelings like a big kid." And to prove what she was saying, she let her hand reach around his body and slide between his thighs. He tried clamping his legs shut, but before he did, Kerry was able to feel the hard heat of his pulsing wang. For the first time in her life the girl had touched a penis and it excited and thrilled her beyond measure.
She was looking into his wondering eyes, curious what a penis looked like. She had seen her father's that fateful day her mother had thrown him out of the house, but she hadn't had more than a glimpse of it. She wondered if Sam's looked like that. Did it have a helmet of flesh, just like her daddy's? She wanted to know. Suddenly she wanted to know everything about this man.
Sam's fingers were pulling on the sash of her robe and she let him open it, peeling it away to discover her soft, smooth body, naked and fresh underneath. The pink and white of her swollen breasts, the gentle curve of her young, girlish belly, and the firm ripeness of her hips and thighs ... all succeeded in making him lose the self-control he'd had.
"Hey, kid!" he gasped, standing and staring down at her. "You've turned into a fabulous woman."
He hurriedly tugged off his clothes, not wanting to give himself or the girl time to change their minds.
"You won't tell, will you?" he asked.
"Gosh, no," she replied. "This'll be our secret."
He lowered himself onto the sofa beside her. It was an old-fashioned sofa and very deep. Kerry could feel his hardened cock pressing against her body before she'd had a chance to look at it. Kerry's belly trembled a little as she felt the pressure of the penile head against her soft flesh, and her head whirled. The room seemed filled with the essence of the man. Everything around her smelled, tasted, felt, and even sounded of Sam. Her head was pressing into the sofa's cushioned arm, and the girl realized she desperately wanted to learn the mysteries of sex. She wanted to find out what it was all about. How did it feel to have a man's huge, throbbing stiffness fill the aching void of her cunt?
Was it as good as the girls in school had said? God! She ached to know, and this was the man to teach her, because she liked Sam and the nearness of him.
The living room was in almost total darkness. The shades had been drawn, and the only light came from the kitchen, down the small hall. She could see the old-fashioned furniture all around the place: the overstuffed chairs, the antique end tables, the ancient wooden secretary, and the old-fashioned throw rugs covering the seedy carpeting. The rugs were antique and were Oriental, though it was difficult to see either colors or designs in the dimness of the room.
Kerry's eyes were glued to Sam now, wandering up and down his body as he got up again in order to lie in a more comfortable position. Now the girl's eyes were glued to the man's pulsing cock, and she was amazed at the size of it. She remembered how huge her father's had looked, but she also remembered she had been only eight at the time she'd seen it. Six years had passed, and she had grown quite a bit, yet the size of Sam's penis was astounding. Getting a good look at the bloated lance, the girl wondered how Sam might ever be able to fit it inside her. She thought somewhat resentfully of her mother, knowing full well Phyllis would have no trouble fitting that penis into her own body. In her young mind, she could picture her mother lying under Sam, filling her feminine void with the man's huge cock. Well, Kerry was ready to experience that feeling herself.
But first the girl wanted to touch it. She had never felt a bare penis before. And since this was Sam's cock, she wanted more than ever to feel it. There was no right or wrong about the way the girl felt. All she cared for was the enjoyment, and merely thinking about it aroused her that much more. She'd never wanted to touch any other male's private parts before. And now that she did have the urge, Kerry wanted to enjoy it to the utmost. Her hand reached out and gripped the lust-thickened head of the man's heavy cock.
Anxiously the young girl sat up, her heatedly excited self trembling with arousal as she thought about what was going to happen, right here, in Sam's living room. Sam could only stand there, staring down at the brazen teenage girl, curious to see how far she was willing to go. The girl's hand was gripping his throbbing cock like it was worth its weight in platinum, and her glistening eyes were pasted to where the swollen, dome-shaped point was peering out from under the heavy, protective wrapping of foreskin.
"Hey ... d'you like it?" Sam asked, not knowing what else to say.
"Oooooh yes, yes, Sam," the enraptured girl was saying. "It's so... wonderful. So truly wonderful. And it's so . . . wow . .. big!"
Softly, gently, like a mother with an infant babe, Kerry began softly stroking up and down on Sam's stiff cock, tugging on the heavy base until the bloated purple cock-point seemed to pop out of the surrounding collar of foreskin, almost glistening because of the wetness coming from its tip. The head seemed to shine in the almost-dark room.
The massive size of the swollen cock frightened Kerry a little, and she was scared of attempting to fit it into her virgin vagina. Yet she had to do something or else the entire plan worked out by her mother would be ruined.
Sitting there, tugging on Sam's cock, staring at the bloated glans, Kerry realized it was a scant couple of inches from her lips, and the musky, masculine aroma emanating from the man's groin made the penis look like a large tasty piece of sugar cane. The tiny droplets of moisture oozing from its slit looked like newfound pearls dotting the immense, puffy head, and the sight built flames higher in the young girl. Her tiny pink tongue peeked out from between her lips, and lingered for an instant. She had the urge to lick those tasty-looking drops from the tip of his dong.
Sam, looking down, saw Kerry's extended tongue, and his mind was already racing, wondering if the girl had as good a mouth as her mother. He was in such seething heat, it didn't seem the least bit obscene for him to push his hips forward and let the moisture on the tip of his cock be wiped off on the girl's extended tongue. He was totally unprepared for her mouth moving forward, nor did he expect her to close her lips on the seething purple point, but that was precisely what Kerry did.
When the girl closed her mouth, licking the spongy point, the rich, pungent taste of his penis seemed to reach down through her entire body. In that instant she knew what she was going to do; what she had to do. Boys in school used to tease her and other girls with this idea all the time, and she would turn away from them in disgust, outraged they should have the temerity to even suggest something so awful. But here ... now .. . with Sam it seemed like the most wonderfully natural thing in the world to do. Without hesitating for an instant, she let her extended tongue circle the breadth of Sam's corona, feeling it throb excitedly in her mouth.
"Oooooh Godddd!" Sam gasped, as if he'd been holding air deep in his lungs and now for the first time, it was hissing out of him. "Yessss ... go on ... do that ... do that... yesss ... yesssss ... ooooooh ..."
Opening her mouth wider, sitting forward so she could have better access to his deliciously exciting, throbbing length, Kerry let the thick penis slide into the hot, wet cave of her sucking mouth as she hooked her hands around his hairy buttocks and pulled him closer to her.
Sam felt as if the top of his head might blow clear off. This was something totally unexpected. After fooling around with all those cunts who were interested in him only for his money, he was being sucked off by the one girl whom he had been secretly crazy about for years. She hadn't come looking for money, just comfort. And she was taking comfort by sucking his cock. Oh this was really something! Like a slave, she had slid off the sofa and was now on her knees while still holding his asscheeks, pulling his body close to her face so she could fill her mouth with his pulsating dick.
Kerry felt the huge, cannon-shaped penis sinking slowly into the wet, creamy depths of her hungering mouth. Her lips ovalled strongly around the throbbing rod, and her teeth scraped the tender flesh very, very lightly, shaping the points of her teeth around the girth of Sam's manhood, building a tantalizing mixture of tingling pleasure and agonizing delight in his body.
The girl felt the bulbous prick point pushing into her throat, pressing against the soft entrance to hr gullet. Sam always wanted the full length of his cock inside, and the fact that this was a younger girl didn't deter him in the least. He no longer thought about her as a young girl, but rather as a love-object. Kerry was able to suppress the coughing urge she felt, gasping for air through her distended nostrils as she pulled the enormous invading pole deeper into her mouth, widely stretching her cheeks and lips. Straining her neck forward so the taut cords were visible, the girl slavered over Sam's hot, thick cock as if she had been doing it all her life. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to do. Her eyes were focusing on the bushy base of his groin, and she could see the dangling testicles beneath, as well. What did those balls feel like? she wondered. Her hands rubbed his asscheeks, and then one of them slid from his buttocks and slid between his thighs, literally scooping up Sam's balls, caressing the bloated, dangling sac. She gently felt the fragile, tender eggs inside, and sensed the electricity she was causing to shoot through Sam's body. He was so aroused, he almost lost his footing and fell forward on top of her.
Her hand continued massaging the wrinkly scrotum sac, and her other hand, seeing it was no longer necessary to clutch his ass, came around front and gripped the last two inches of cock to keep him from strangling her. But as Kerry's mouth continued sucking on the desire-lengthened rod, her hand pulled and tugged, building the flaming sensations up very high in Sam's aching body. Kerry tugged as if she expected to literally yank the man's cock out by its roots.
The girl pushed her bobbing head forward a bit more, and now her tight lips were sliding up and down the thick, glistening length of Sam's tool. Her pumping hand was in the way, and she removed it, sucking in more of Sam's cock, and soon her sucking lips were wrapped around the base, the tip of her tongue touching his scrotum for a moment. Then the girl's head pulled back until only the onion-shaped tip was between her lips. She used her tongue to wash the purple minaret before sliding her lips back down the length of the shining staff. She heard Sam groaning and gasping, unable to control himself. Her lips sensed his painfully pounding cock swelling to an even greater thickness in the last few seconds as if every last centimeter was a throbbing center of tender sensitivity with each nerve-ending demanding immediate, instant attention. She pulled, sucking and enjoying what she was sucking.
"Oh yeah ..." Sam was gasping. "Oh yeah ... yeah .. . you're as good as your mother ... oh yeah . .."
Her mother. Even as she continued sucking, Kerry heard the words very clearly. Her mother had done this with Sam? He was making comparisons, no less. Well she'd prove she could out-suck her mother. Not that she condemned her mother for having done this, but now it was clear to her why Sam had never tried touching her before. He'd had something going with her mother, and hadn't wanted to jeopardize it by playing around with the daughter. This also meant Sam was getting things from her mother before he'd won the lottery. It was no wonder her mother wanted some of the money now. She was almost entitled to it. And Kerry would do all in her power to help.
The girl brushed her tongue along the full length of the long, sticky shaft, thrilling to the savory taste of his masculine pungency. When she had the full length of it sucked in, with the thick head tickling her esophagus, she felt tickling hairs tease her nose as it pressed the base. Her saliva came flooding out, covering her hand and the balls her hand held. All this was no new to Kerry, and so overwhelming. She loved every bit of it. It was totally unlike anything she had ever imagined.
The girl continued to orally manipulate Sam, squeezing, and jerking, and pinching the huge fleshy shaft with her teeth, tongue, and lips, embedding the entire staff into her mouth and throat, using her fingers to milk his sperm-loaded balls. His hips were pounding back and forth wildly now, and he jammed his lust-stiffened penis even deeper into her young throat.
Sam felt his swollen cock expanding even more, enlarging in the heated cavern of the young girl's mouth. His hot, hard, rubbery resilient head kept pushing into her gullet, feeling her pharynx tighten around itself, and the man thrilled to feel the young girl gulping, swallowing, wanting to pull him even deeper into her body. He writhed and moaned in time to her laborious, rhythmic sucking as the girl worked delightedly, her face flushed with exertion and beaded with sweat.
Kerry felt fireballs of anxiety build higher and higher in her body. She realized something was happening inside her. She, too, had need of some kind of satisfaction. Her mother had allowed for this. Kerry was to be alone with Sam a full hour and a half before Phyllis began the next phase of their joint operation. Phyllis had foreseen Sam's hurried first orgasm and knew the man needed some time to recover; to start something new with Kerry. That was when she would walk in.
Kerry heard Sam groaning and sighing, his pelvis bucking insanely against her contorted lips, obscenely working to bring him to his salacious conclusion.
"Unnnggghhhh.. . yessss... arrrggghhh... suck it ... suck it ... keep on sucking itttt ... suck! Suck! Suck!"
He was screaming and shouting his pleasure as his hips rammed repeatedly against the young girl's tight, clinging lips, battering into her beautiful face with absolutely no mercy.
"Gonna come ..." he gasped. "Oh God! I can feel it. I'm gonna come... oh yeah... get ready... get ready . .. here it comes . . . here it comes . .. DRINK IT! DRINK ME DRY! SWALLOW, BITCH! SWALLLOWWW ... AAAHHHAAAGGGHHH!"
The sounds coming from his mouth were almost inhuman. Sam's teeth were tightly clenched, and he was gurgling it all out. Kerry felt his swollen, enormous wang thrust all the way down her throat, nearly choking her as the heavy pulsations in the tube in his penile underside began pumping, forcing the jism to rise higher and higher. And then it was geysering out like a hot spring into the young girl's sucking mouth.
"THIS ONE'S ALL FOR YOU, KERRY!" he gasped. "GODDD! THIS IS A DREAM COME TRUE!"
Kerry heard him continuing his wild ranting and raving while flooding her gluttonous mouth with the heavy jets of burning male sperm as it continued wildly shooting up from the depths of his balls. She felt Sam's hands roughly grip her hair, forcing the young girl's face even more tightly against his groin as he bucked forward, pressing his pelvis against her nose. His actions had totally twisted and contorted her beautiful young face. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated, sucking and keeping up with the spurting actions of the man's pumping penis. Kerry hungrily accepted all the sperm he had to offer, drinking it down, truly enjoying the taste of it. No wonder her mother had done this with Sam.
Sam shuddered, his body going limp, just barely standing, but Kerry continued gently prodding his penis with her lips, trying to urge out those last few drops of seminal fluid. The penis was softening rapidly, shrinking between her lips. She pulled but found there was almost nothing left, and eventually gave up, letting the flaccid worm fall back between his thighs as her hand released his balls.
She sat on the sofa and Sam sat beside her, panting, gasping, staring at her with wide eyes as if he was still unable to accept whose mouth had really tasted his spending jism.
"Was it good?" Kerry wanted to know, wiping a smear of sperm from her cheek and licking it off her hand.
"It was great!" Sam said, his head back against the sofa. "It was unbelievable."
"Was it as good as my mother?" she asked.
"Huh? Who said your mother ever did anything like this?" he wanted to know.
"You did, just now, when I was sucking," she told him. "You told me to suck just like my mother."
"Oh shit! I have such a fucking big mouth. When am I gonna learn to keep it shut!"
"That's all right, Sam." Kerry nodded. "I could understand Mom doing this with you. After all, I just did it, didn't I?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Am I as good as my mom?" she insisted, truly curious.
"All I can tell you is, I like the two of you," he said, smiling. "In the last week I been with a lotta broads, and not one of them made me as happy as you or your mom. Now you give me a little time to catch my breath, and I'm gonna do to you what I did to your mom. And you'll love that."
CHAPTER NINE
Phyllis sat in the lonely hallway of the building, on the stairs, because there was nothing else for her to do. Going back to her own apartment would have been ridiculous. It was a ten-minute walk, and one did not walk around for ten minutes by oneself in this neighborhood, especially if one was a female. She ached to listen to what was happening in Sam Molino's apartment, but she didn't dare. Twice, someone had gotten off the elevator on this floor to go to an apartment. Being in the shadows, she was all but invisible, but had she been standing at Sam's door, it would have been an entirely different story. She would have been seen.
Checking her watch, she saw nearly an hour and a half had passed since Kerry had gone into the man's apartment. As far as she was concerned, the first phase had gone off quite well. Had Kerry not succeeded in seducing Sam, she was sure he would have made the girl leave. There was no way he would be able to keep himself under control for an hour and a half with a naked fourteen-year-old in there.
Time for the next phase of her plan. She was feeling more confident now. This plan would work.
Going to Sam's door, Phyllis turned the knob. The door was unlocked. Kerry had managed that nicely. She quietly entered, pressed the "lock" button, then shut the door. The living room was straight ahead, and from where she was standing at the far end of the hallway, she could barely see the figures of Sam and her daughter, with Kerry's thighs draped over Sam's shoulders as the man finished muff-diving on the girl, bringing her to a more than satisfactory climax. It was the first one Kerry had ever had performed by a tongue, and like her mother, the young girl was determined to enjoy this more often.
It had been almost an hour since Sam Molino had popped his load, and he had a brand-new erection. Phyllis could see it. It was now time for Sam Molino to start fucking the Arten women. And Phyllis was prepared to sacrifice her own cunt, though if Sam wanted Kerry's first, he could have it.
Putting down the bag she was carrying, Phyllis stripped in the hallway, taking everything off. Completely naked, the blonde woman walked into the living room where Sam was smiling at Kerry, her juices making his face gleam.
"How was that?" Sam was asking.
"Terrific," Kerry nodded. "Boy that was really something."
"Boy," he was saying, "I'd sure like to fuck you, but I'm afraid. I don't wanna get you pregnant, or nothing like that."
"You have my permission," Phyllis said aloud, making her presence known for the first time. "I can always show Kerry how to douche. Go on, Sam. You just licked out her virgin vagina, now fuck the virginity out of it."
"Oh Jesus! God! Mrs. Arten, Phyllis, look... I swear ... I didn't mean ..."
Phyllis saw him standing there in stunned horror. He had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, or to be more precise, with his face in the nookie jar.
"I couldn't go through with it," Phyllis was saying. "I couldn't fuck for a total stranger for money. That's not my style. I suppose Kerry told you why she ran away."
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "But how'd you know she was here? How'd you even know where I lived?"
"I saw someone on the street when I went out looking for Kerry. It was a neighbor who had been in the bar you came from. I know you came from the bar because my neighbor told me he'd seen you in there. He also told me he'd seen Kerry running after you while you were walking home. He wasn't sure whether or not she'd caught up to you."
"Yeah, but how'd you know where I live?" Sam asked.
"You're in the phone book," Phyllis told him. "It was no great problem to find your address and apartment number after that. But I wasn't sure Kerry was really here. I waited awhile, thinking if she had come here you'd send her out and tell her to go home. When she didn't come out, I was almost certain she wasn't here until I heard her scream with delight just now. I found the door unlocked, so I just walked in."
All during the explanation, Phyllis noted Sam, despite feeling somewhat humiliated, was looking at her body, and his erection was shuddering more than ever. Yes, he was still aroused by her nakedness.
"How come you're all naked?" Sam asked.
"When I saw you like this with Kerry, I decided I'd rather let you do things to her and me, than some total stranger. Right now, I'm kind of down, and I was hoping a session with you would pick me up."
"Oh shit! You gotta be kidding. You mean, you and me and . .."
"And me!" Kerry finished.
"God! I don't know what to think. You two're probably the sexiest females I know, yet... I dunno . .."
"What's the matter, Sam?" Phyllis asked, walking into the room. "Does the prospect of fucking both a mother and a daughter scare you?"
She watched his eyes wander over her full, ripe breasts; the breasts he had so often fondled, and then his hungry gaze fell to her full-boned hips and well-rounded thighs. The golden gloss of her pubic hair seemed to almost light up the room with its glitter, and her white skin looked like shimmering marble. He stared and the two women could see his prick throbbing all the more rapidly.
Kerry had to admit, her mother was still nicely built, and the girl hoped she would still look at nice when she reached her mother's age. Right now, she could feel a new heat starting to burn its way into her loins. Even after having been satisfied by Sam's tongue, she wanted more. She wanted what her mother had planned; for Sam to fuck her girlish body.
"Did you enjoy yourself with Kerry?" Phyllis asked, a smile still creasing her face as she began moving closer, noting Sam was staring with wide eyes, not knowing what to think.
Most mothers would try to tear his hair out for what he had done with Kerry. But Phyllis was acting nonchalantly, as if it were fine, as if nothing could ever be wrong. Sam couldn't quite figure it all out.
Kerry tucked her feet under her as she sat back on the deep sofa. She smiled at Phyllis, and said, "It was fun, Mom."
"Which part was fun?" Phyllis asked.
"Well I have to admit I was wild about the way he lapped my cunt," Kerry admitted, "but I loved sucking that big, fat cock of his, as well."
"Welcome to the ranks of cock-suckers," Phyllis said to her daughter.
The blonde woman moved closer and closer to Sam, who edged nearer and nearer to the couch. She said, "You know, Sam, you have a knack for making us happy. I don't think it would be right for Kerry and myself to leave here without showing our appreciation."
"Yes, well, look...." Sam mumbled, as Phyllis's hands rubbed against his hairy chest. "You don't have to do nothing more for me. I mean, really . .."
But his pleas fell on deaf ears. He tried to push her away, but his palms covered her naked nipples, and he began rubbing them as Phyllis pressed her body all the more solidly into his moving hands. She was pleased to see the way he stiffened when Kerry reached down with her hand and stroked his swelling cock. There was no way he would be able to draw away from the two women.
"Look!" Kerry said to her mother. "His cock is full-grown. And he really has a big one. Was Daddy's this big?"
"No," Phyllis told her. "Your father never had one like this."
The blonde woman was playing with the curling strands of hair on Sam's chest, rubbing her fingers against his own small nipples, making him squirm uncomfortably.
Phyllis could see the man feared some kind of retribution. He was frightened they would try castrating him with their teeth, or some such foolishness. It didn't occur to him to be able to play with two females at once; especially when they were mother and daughter.
"Hey, are you broads crazy?" Sam asked, desperately trying to build up the willpower to escape from these women.
Phyllis laughed, and Kerry, who felt her own lust building way up, also laughed. Kerry's hands continued fondling his swollen cock and dangling balls, while Phyllis kept massaging his small, masculine nipples. His own hands still gripped Phyllis's breasts, and when one of Kerry's hands pinched his buttocks, he reached back to grab it, only to find the young girl's tit filling his palm. He now held one breast from the mother and one from the daughter. Each felt equally round and firm. The nipples were swollen, cutting into his palms, and it was the most wonderful agony of his life.
Kerry loved the feel of his hand, but she enjoyed doing things as much as having something done to her. So the young girl kneeled on the floor again and began licking Sam's ass, biting the flat, hairy cheeks, and letting her tongue sink between them. She had felt the way he tongued her anus while lapping her pussy, and she was determined to see if ass-licking was fun. She tugged Sam's cheeks apart, inserted her tongue, and began lapping at his dime-sized asshole. She could feel him trying to clench his asscheeks around her tongue, but her massaging hands kept his buttocks relaxed, and there was no way he could fight her.
Phyllis made him release her breast, and she slowly sank to her knees, sucking his belly, licking his navel, then moving her head lower and sucking his cock. Yes, it was every bit as delicious as it had been that first time, and far more enjoyable than the cock of Eduardo Blass, which didn't have nearly the length or breadth to match this one.
The mother and daughter had the man's loins trapped between their mouths, licking, lapping, sucking, and making him squirm. He was a long way from coming, which was what they wanted.
Phyllis was surprised at herself, not only instigating this entire thing, but actually enjoying sharing of a man with her daughter.
"Hey, look ... come on, now ..." Sam was saying. "Enough is enough . .."
"The big question," Phyllis laughed, "is how much is enough? You don't want to get away from us, not really. Don't you like us anymore, Sam?"
"Well yeah, sure, I'm crazy about the two of you. It's just that all this is so sudden ... I mean, it never happened to me before. I keep thinking the two of you are like the other broads, after me for my money. And you can't blame me."
"Sam, the only reason I refused your offers of marriage before was because I felt you couldn't afford to support Kerry and myself. But I'm not after you to marry me, now," she lied. "But now that you can afford to support a family, I'd love to simply live with you and let you take care of me, like you once promised."
"No strings?" Sam asked.
"Not one," Phyllis assured him, knowing if she convinced him to allow Kerry and her to go with him wherever he moved, in time he'd want to marry her. By keeping up the two-pronged attack of herself and her daughter, she had an edge no single woman could hope to match.
"Look, if I go for this, it's gotta be my way," he told her.
"Whatever you say, Sam."
"I still go out with other broads, right?" he asked. "If that's what you want." Phyllis nodded. "Does that give Kerry and me the right to see other men?"
"Not as long as I'm paying the bills," he insisted. "You two have gotta be happy with me."
"I think we can do it."
"I get to fuck either or both of you whenever I want, right?"
"Right," Kerry chimed in.
"Like right now, I got the urge to pop the kid's cherry," Sam said, smiling, as if he expected Phyllis to stop him.
Under normal circumstances Phyllis and Kerry wouldn't have been in Sam's apartment. Phyllis had talked Kerry into coming with the express idea that Sam would fuck her. There was no reason for her to back out now.
Kerry felt his eager hands reach out, anxious to feel her soft, yielding flesh enclosed in his arms. His hands gripped the full curvature of the girl's hips, and Kerry squealed shrilly, more from surprise than anything else.
"Mom!" she shouted. "He's got me!"
She sighed to the pressure of his fingers digging into her soft, creamy flesh. The tantalizing touch of his hands on her young, virginal body exhilarated her. He held her down on the couch for a moment, until he was on his feet, then Sam pulled her up, kissing the young girl's lips savagely, biting and chewing them.
"You're mind," he gasped, pulling his mouth away from her. "You and your mother are both mine, and I can do whatever I want with the two of you."
"Yes, yes, yes," Kerry gasped.
Reaching around, Sam grabbed the girl's asscheeks in his hands. He hoisted her up against him, still kissing her, letting his hard cock rub against the soft, fuzzy covering of her labia.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he gasped into her mouth. "I'm gonna fuck you until you go crazy."
Kerry smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, biting his lips and kissing his throat, feeling the faint beginning of a beard on his cheek. She liked the scratchy sensation.
The girl felt Sam hoist her higher, and then she realized the man was walking, pressing her heated pussy against the hardness of his lower belly. He brought her to a hassock at the other end of the living room, and slowly sank down until her small, white buttocks rubbed against the old cloth covering the hassock. Were it a newer hassock, covered with leather, or vinyl, her tender white flesh would have stuck to it.
The dark-haired girl felt her rounded cheeks pressing into the hassock as her head fell back, slamming onto the seat of an overstuffed armchair.
"Yeah!" she hear Sam say. "Now we're really gonna have ourselves a ball. You two girls have always meant something special to me. That's the only reason why I'm going, along with this deal. I know the two of you well enough to realize you ain't trying to pull a fast one. But if you were any other broads, I wouldn't wanna know from you."
Phyllis walked over to Sam and let her sensitive fingers ripple up and down his back, causing him to writhe as he hovered over the body of her precious daughter. Looking down at Kerry, Phyllis wondered if she were being selfish, actually sacrificing her daughter so she might have some creature comforts of her own. But she realized Kerry was one of the reasons why she needed security and comfort. Had she been on her own, she would have been able to hold out a lot longer.
She stared at the way Kerry's thighs were widely spread; the girl's buttocks pressed flatly against the hassock. She could see her daughter's thighs shining in the near-darkness, and the pink tunnel between her thighs, framed by ebony hair, seemed to have an unearthly glow about it, as if the virginity within had a radiance of its own.
Phyllis watched as Sam lowered his body onto Kerry's pushing her thighs all the more widely apart, straining the cords and muscles in the girl's loins. Falling on her knees behind Sam, Phyllis bend down and watched his anxious pole seek the tender entrance to the girl's pulsating vagina. His hands were busy squeezing Kerry's breasts, and his mouth was kissing the young girl's lips.
"F-f-f-fuck me!" Kerry was gasping, partly from heat, but partly from his weight on her. He was heavier than he looked. "Put it in, already."
"Phyllis!" Sam called out to the mother. "You're down there. You can see what's going on. You put my cock into your daughter's virgin cunt. Come on, you guide it in so I can fuck her."
Phyllis, boiling with anxious heat, burning to feel that same cock rummage through her own clutching pussy, reached out a trembling hand and gripped the man's throbbing stanchion. She tugged on it until she had it in line with Kerry's partly opened pink labia, then she began pushing him forward.
Kerry felt the thick, swollen, knob of the man's massive penis slowly edging into her, but when only the very tip had pushed between her labia, she began gasping. Her vaginal tunnel was small and tight, and this was one huge log of cock. She felt Sam push forward and grunt, but his thick penis couldn't seem to open her up. When he shoved again, she felt pain, and screeched, "Ouch!"
"Easy, baby," Phyllis said to her daughter. "I'll help you. Don't worry. I'll make it easy for both of you."
The blonde woman sank way down, moving her head forward and lifting Sam's balls out of the way. Her tongue reached out and lightly rimmed her daughter's vaginal trough, tickling the muscles, relaxing the vulva, making the girl calm down. Phyllis stabbed her tongue out a bit further, licking a bit deeper into the flushed sanctuary of her daughter's sodden enclosure.
Kerry trembled, realizing it was her mother's tongue she felt between her thighs. The woman licked her with a knowledge no man could have. Only a woman, possessing a vagina, knowing how a tongue felt inside, could understand the right amount of pressure to use when lapping away. As her mother's tongue sank deeper and deeper into her fermenting pussy, Kerry thrashed under Sam's weight. Lord! Her mother had a mouth equal to that of Sam.
"Okay," Phyllis told him, easing away from their genitals, stopping only once to lick Sam's cock and make it nice and wet. "Now it's up to you."
Standing up, Phyllis watched, seeing the way Sam's eyes seemed to burn into her daughter's body. His hands ran back and caressed the young girl's hips, rubbing her outer loins and letting her know he wasn't intent on causing pain.
Phyllis had to admit Kerry had developed nicely. She'd never seen another female figure as sultry and prurient in appearance as that of her daughter, lying with her buttocks on the hassock and her head and shoulders on the overstuffed armchair. And she could tell Sam was aroused as well. When she had licked his long, thick cock it had trembled in anticipation, and now she could hear the man's breath breaking into rattling sobs. He wanted to fuck Kerry more than anything else on earth. Phyllis's passionate brown eyes remained fixed on Sam's steel-hard penis, but without looking at his face she could sense the impatience in the man.
Sam could hesitate no longer. Kerry could see he was overcome with desire for her. There had been a multitude of questions in Sam's eyes, as to why Phyllis was allowing him to do this with Kerry, but it had come a point where he no longer cared. The young, brunette daughter could see his lust had taken such complete control of him, all he really cared, about was breaking her cherry. The raging fire in Sam's loins had communicated itself to Kerry, and she knew the only way for the flames to be put out was for the man to hose her insides with the sperm from his swollen, massive cock.
Phyllis shut her eyes for a moment, not wanting to look. Her daughter was about to be deflowered, and she, the mother, was the cause of it all. But this was needed in order for both mother and daughter to survive. Her wanton, seductive actions had worked. The provocativeness of a blonde mother and a brunette daughter would be enough to keep Sam interested in the both of them for a long time to come. If Phyllis felt any shame at all, it was in what she was doing to Sam rather than her daughter. She had made him cast aside all self-control, bringing out the rutting instincts of a stallion.
Phyllis watched as Sam once again used his knees to press Kerry's white thighs far apart. Kerry shivered as she felt the erect hardness of Sam's penis come into warm, insinuating contact with soft, tender, inner flesh of her velvety pink labia.
"Ma!" Kerry gasped, suddenly afraid now that she knew the moment had definitely arrived. "I'm scared!" And she writhed a bit, trying to get out of Sam's clutches. But she had no support under her back and couldn't build any leverage to help her slide out from beneath the enraptured man.
"Kerry, stay still," Phyllis breathed. "Don't move, don't struggle." The mother opened her eyes and stared, not wanting to miss anything now. Blood pounded in her own temples as she recalled her own defloration, and though she remembered it as being painful, she also recalled how wonderful the finale had been. She was depending on Sam's being able to hold his sperm back long enough to give Kerry an equally good finish.
Kerry sobbed a little, wondering if her mother had gone completely mad. Now more than ever, she felt like a sacrificial lamb on the altar of lust. She felt cold shivers running up and down her spine. The girl knew what Sam was going to do, and it made her squirm and twist her buttocks against the hassock. But it was plain her pitiful attempts only aroused Sam's hunger even more.
"Now you stay still," he ordered, not in a harsh voice, but insistently.
For some reason, the sound of his voice made Kerry calm down a little. She could feel his fingers traveling up and down her shivering spine, touching the part of her buttocks not squeezed against the hassock. His fingers rippled against her underthighs, lifting them as if in lewd offering to his cock, which she felt pressing between her vaginal lips again. The head dipped down and missed her vaginal entryway completely, sliding between her asscheeks, rubbing between her sphincter and the hassock, below. Kerry clenched the cheeks of her ass together, and for a moment formed a tunnel for the man's insistent cock.
Phyllis saw the man pressing his thighs closer to the upraised flesh of her daughter's underthighs.
"Again!" Sam insisted to Phyllis. "Grab my cock and put it into your daughter. And this time make sure it goes in. No more playing games."
Kneeling, Phyllis grabbed his penis, poising the throbbing, bulbous head at the tight little entrance to Kerry's pussy. Unable to help herself, she felt lust shoot rampantly through her body as the phallus pressed between the tiny, moist edges of the teenaged girl's pink, fluted nether lips. Phyllis pushed the cock and she watched the purple tip push until it was halfway between Kerry's tight cuntlips. The tiny, narrow labia contracted again, but this time the phallic head was between them, keeping the lips stretched open.
Staring at the tight grip Kerry's labia had on Sam's hot penis, the thought flickered through the mother's head that her daughter's narrow orifice was too small. Sam would never be able to get that massive penis into the girl. But she watched him thrust hard, and the penile head moved a fraction of an inch deeper. She could see the man was intent on fucking Kerry.
Slowly, little by little, Sam parted the girl's dark, crisp pubic hair, using the rubbery, inflexible head of his penis as the driving separator. Phyllis could see the hard cock worming its way deeper and deeper, watching as the soft, warm folds of her daughter's tender pussy closed in on the cap of Sam's aching member. Now the scalloped edges of the inner lips enfolded the man's corona, and the searing contact was all the incentive Sam needed to drive his cock even deeper.
Kerry couldn't understand why she felt this way. When she had been alone with Sam, there had been no fear, and she had expected to be deflowered at one point or another. Now, with her mother looking on, she felt frightened, terrified. Yes, that was it. The presence of her mother had unnerved her. For all her bragging about wanting to play threesomes with her mother, Kerry realized she wanted to be alone with Sam. Sex was a more intimate thing than she had imagined ... at least in her own mind. With Phyllis looking on Kerry fear and apprehension, sensing the mushrooming desire in Sam, realizing her mother's presence had just the opposite effect on him. Her naked flesh was trembling with fear at the contact of what she believed was now an alien hardness against the tenderest part of her body.
"Ma ... no!" Kerry gasped. "No! Don't let it happen!"
Phyllis felt her heart go out to the girl, but she had to remain firm in this. Kerry's defloration was eventual security. But even if she would have changed her mind, Phyllis would have been too late. Before the blonde woman had time to voice her thoughts, she saw Sam lunge forward.
Kerry felt the hot mouth of her narrow cunt finally yield to the man's driving, relentless pressure.
"Owwwww!" she screamed. "It hurts! It hurts! Mother! It hurts so much!"
The young girl felt her thighs and buttocks swept apart by the crushing force of Sam's powerful penile entry. The teenager's body shook and trembled under the assault as Sam's grinding implement tunneled mercilessly into Kerry's tender cunt. He chugged right through the girl's cherry, snapping it as if it were no more than a string of mucous.
Phyllis had her eyes locked on the delightfully cruel impalement of her daughter. She ran the pink tip of her tongue over her full lips as she saw more and more of Sam's solid cock disappear into the sucking cave of her daughter's body. It moved deeper and faster, and finally the entire cock was totally swallowed up in young Kerry's tight cunt. Sam's dark, curly hair mingled with the ebony fuzz on Kerry's mound.
"That's it!" Phyllis gasped, her voice choked with desire, wishing the cock had rammed into her own body instead.
The blonde woman was sorry Kerry had been so afraid, and deep down she knew it didn't hurt her daughter nearly as much as it had hurt her when she had been Kerry's age. But this was all for the best. Among other things, Kerry would never have to worry about this kind of pain again. Sam had been much better about deflowering her daughter than Bernie had been about raping her own cunt.
Phyllis watched Sam ease the hard length of flesh slowly back and out of her daughter's tight, closing cuntal passage. Kerry took after her in the respect of being internally tight. That much was obvious. And if Sam were built like a bull elephant he would never be able to stretch the girl or the mother so much that either would not be able to enjoy a narrow penis, or even a finger.
Kerry felt her vaginal walls close around the in-thrust cock like a tight vise of flesh. She could sense the throbbing in Sam's penis, and for a moment she feared he might come too quickly, before her pain had completely worn away and the thrilling orgasm surged through her body. Sheer excitement might cause Sam to suddenly pop his load.
Kerry felt the man surging forward again, moving more slowly this time, repositioning the girl's asscheeks on the hassock for a slightly better entry. He lifted Kerry's ass up for a moment, and Phyllis grabbed a cushion from the couch and slipped it underneath. The lifting of Kerry's body made it easier for both of them.
The teenager could feel wild palpitations suddenly surging through her tight, stretched vaginal walls, and this, in turn, set off vibrations in Sam's cock, making it swell to even greater dimensions. Kerry could feel the vacillation and became a little apprehensive. This, in turn, seemed to arouse the man all the more, and he began fucking in and out of the girl's gradually easing interior with long, powerful, savage strokes. His slapping balls made a wet, noisy, smacking sound as they slammed against the young girl's upturned asscheeks, alternating with the sloshing sounds of the heavy penis moving in and out of the simmering vaginal channel. His fingers kneaded and squeezed the girl's breasts, pinching and pulling Kerry's nipples, causing the teenager to gasp. Kerry saw the bright, burning light in the man's eyes, and realized he was enjoying the thrill of a lifetime, fucking her. The fact that he'd enjoyed doing things with her made Kerry lose her fear. She was past all pain now as the soreness in her tender snatch slowly began easing away. New, thrilling, jubilant sensations flooded her body. Sam's incessant thrusting into her created a wild, rhythmic tempo in her, making her wriggle against the hassock, raising the girl's buffeted pussy against the man's crotch so she could feel more of the pulsing peter drive into her vagina. He rammed her loins up high, feeling his hot, hard knob slam against Kerry's tender cervix. Then she lowered her ass, feeling the pulsing pole slide almost all the way out of her, stopping only when the swollen knob was lodged between her inner lips.
"More!" Kerry shrieked. "Yes! Yes! I want more! Slam it in, Sam. Go! Go! Go! Ram it in! Fuck me! Ohhhh ... this is heaven ... this is wonderfulllll..."
Tendrils of exquisite delight came seeping up from her soft, squishy cunt, moving through the rest of Kerry's body. The sensations were even stronger than when Sam had tongued her clitoris. She could feel the man's presence throughout her body.
Phyllis smiled, happy to hear her daughter's ecstatic moans and sighs. She had known Kerry would soon be feeling the same wonderful sensations she had felt the first time Bernie had fucked her. She was happy for her daughter's sake.
Kerry was overjoyed. In her conversation with Sam, between the time she had blown him and he had gone down on her, she had learned Sam had yet to fuck her mother. He was screwing her first. In a way it thrilled the young girl. To think Sam was pounding his cock in her cunt before he had screwed her darling mother, who had thought up this idea in the first place.
Phyllis stared longingly at the way Sam's penis buried and reburied itself in the hot tightness of her daughter's narrow, fleece-lined cunt. The blonde woman felt a greedy hunger inside her as she watched the thick shaft pumping in and out of the lubricated, pink vestibule, and her own hips began rotating in sympathy with what she was seeing.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sam was yelling. "Thatta girl, thatta girl! You're better than any of those two-bit tramps. God! You're great, you're terrific! You're fabulous!"
Sam continued laboring over the teenage pussy, feeling the thrilling way she was responding. Through the smoky dimness of the lust building inside him, he saw Phyllis standing nearby. Hell! The blonde mother was his, too. He could use her as he pleased.
Turning to face her, Sam said, "Phyllis, you get down there and lick my cock each time it slides outta your girl's cunt, dig me? Do it, now!"
Phyllis was anxious to obey. She was hungry to get in on this, even if it meant the delaying of her own pleasure for a little while. The hassock had been pushed up by the constant fucking of Sam into Kerry, and now it was under the young girl's back, with their loins hanging over the edge of it. This made it easier for Phyllis to slide underneath and start licking Sam's thrusting cock each time it slid out of Kerry's flaming kiln.
Kerry felt her mother's heated breath on her vaginal lips and began humping up and down even faster. The hassock was pressed against the base of the armchair and couldn't move anymore, which meant it would remain under her back. She wrapped her thighs around Sam's waist to make things easier, and it also made it easier for Phyllis to lick Sam's cock, and suck the man's balls. Phyllis took the dangling sac between her lips and sucked strongly, feeling every wrinkle in the hot flesh. Her tongue washed the heavy flesh again and again, and the result was Sam's buffeting the tender cunt of the young teenage girl all the harder.
"Suck it, Phyllis-baby..." Sam screamed. "Ohhhhh yesss . . . yessss . .. that's what I like. Oh God! There's nothing like two women at once, especially two women who really mean something."
Phyllis heard his screams and her heart began pounding in her chest all the faster. Everything was working out perfectly. She was hearing Sam admit Kerry and herself meant more to him than a mere lay. Little by little she would begin to gain control of the man. Sooner or later she would have that needed security on a permanent basis.
Kerry felt the man's pillaging member lunge into the abused tightness of her tender body. Her thighs were wrapped so tightly around the poor man's body, she could feel his ribs starting to give. If she squeezed a little harder, the ribs would crack.
Oh God! the young girl thought. Oh God! This is really heaven. This is wonderful!
She felt his solid member slam into her tender box with even greater speed, and the girl wondered if Sam was ready to come. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for the man to reach his apex because Kerry was reaching hers. She first realized the climax was hitting her when it literally rolled over her and her hot cunt tightened, making the movement of the man's cock in her teenage cunt squeak each time it rubbed back and forth. And then she was violently gyrating, feeling her mother's tongue lick her penis-filled vagina, rimming the outer lips. Floods of vaporous warmth steamed through the young girl as she tightened her entire body, squeezing her thighs even more tightly around Sam's body.
Phyllis could sense the constriction in her daughter's cunt and knew the girl was coming. Sam was grunting and groaning too, but it was because of the pressure of Kerry's thighs around his body rather than a rising orgasm. Her tongue could feel the swell of his balls and she knew he wasn't ready to come; not just yet. The first time she had blown Sam, she remembered the way his balls had leaped to the top of his scrotum just as he was about to shoot.
He continued humping wildly into Kerry's seething pussy as the girl bounced around, groaning out her internal enjoyment of it all.
"No more!" Kerry screamed, oversensitive. "I can't take it."
Her legs unwrapped from around Sam's body and she fell to the floor, pulling her young cunt from around his cock. And Sam grabbed Phyllis, threw her to the carpet, and fucked into her.
Sam's long, thick meat crammed its full length into Phyllis's deep cunt in a single stroke. The pussy's fleshy lips separated and anxiously grabbed the long, strong root of his penetrating muscle. The insides of the blonde woman's flesh cave gripped Sam's cock as tightly as any elastic band, pulling it deeper and deeper.
"Fuck me as you did my daughter," Phyllis told Sam-. "Fuck me hard, very hard."
With a smile, the twenty-four-year-old man pounded into the older woman's tight twat, and Phyllis could see he was glistening with pride; feeling really wanted and needed for the first time in his life. She felt the man's thick dork almost cutting through her belly he was cramming it into her with such verve.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhhh!" she gasped, "Ohhhh Goddddd! That's so good ... so good . . ." thrilling to the thickness of his meatpole as it continued sliding in and out of her. Her hot, slimy juices kept the thrusting cock so well-lubricated, there was almost no friction. Christ! She was wet, very wet! The sight of what Sam had done to Kerry had roused the bubbling juices inside her, and she was gushing, totally out of control. Phyllis felt Sam's cock literally slop in and out of her tight hole, humping her faster and harder then he had fucked her daughter. His hard, muscular stomach, flatly slapping against her soft belly made loud, cracking noises in the room as Phyllis wailed with thrilling wonder. Sam's cock felt thicker than that of Eduardo Blass' and her ex-husband's, combined.
"Fuck!" Phyllis screamed. "Fuck me harder, Sam. I'm no virgin. You don't have to be delicate with me. Fuck ... fuck ... fuck . . and don't stop fucking!"
Kerry, now sitting upright in the armchair where her head had been resting earlier, stared, watching her mother's ass bounce wildly on the floor as Phyllis dug her heels into the rug beneath and raised and lowered her body. The young, teenage brunette was astounded at the way her mother responded to Sam's poling prick. The girl had believed her own body to respond perfectly despite her never having been fucked before. But watching her mother, Kerry had to admit there were things only time and experience could teach. Her mother's asscheeks looked like a halved basketball that was being dribbled up and down against the floor at lightning speed. It was incredible.
"I've .. uhhh ... been ... waiting for this for ... ooooh ... so lonnnggggguuuhhhhh..." Sam gasped.
"Goddddd! All those other twats don't mean nothing. I've been dying for you," he gasped to Phyllis. "You and ... oooooh ... Kerrrrryyyyyy ... unnhhh ..."
"Then fuck me like ... ahhhh ... you mean it..." Phyllis gasped.
Her hands reached around behind his butt and grabbed tight, yanking his solid ass down between her bucking thighs. The blonde woman thrilled to the steaming flesh blistering through her body, sighing, "Yessss ... uhhhh ... Sammmm .. . uhhh . .. that's the way ... that's the way ... ooooh .. good and harddduuuhhhhh ..."
Phyllis felt the man's cock swelling inside her, enlarging, bloating, filling her tight cunt even more wonderfully. He was on the verge of an orgasm. She could feel it. And her own was not too far away. Even if he came first, hers would be so close behind she would be able to keep the entire length of his hot hog locked into her until she achieved her own orgasm.
Her entire body began shuddering as the interior of her vagina gripped all the more tightly. Phyllis could feel the massive climax welling up inside her, and she no longer had time for thought.
Kerry watched her mother and Sam roll all over the floor, bouncing wildly from one end of the room to the other, stopping only when Phyllis's head was pressing against a chair leg. Even so, their maniacal, rhythmic fucking continued without the loss of a single stroke.
"AAAIIIEEEEE . . . YYYAAAGGGHHH ... AAARRGGGHHH..." Phyllis screamed, digging her nails into Sam's back as her rapid-fire buttocks wildly bounced to the tattoo his beating cock had set. Flames of rapture tore through her, and she felt like a dragon breathing fire as she opened her mouth and bellowed again, letting her daughter know the full extent of her enjoyment.
Kerry stared, and after having had an orgasm of her own, was able to appreciate how much more intense was the wonderful climax her mother was enjoying. The young girl supposed that the more one was fucked, the more deeply one felt one's conclusions.
"AAAAWWW AAAUUUGGGHHHHH!" Sam bellowed, and released his liquid pudding into Phyllis's searing depths.
Feeling his cock milked this way by two such fabulous females was too much for the man. Even as he finished shooting his load into Phyllis, feeling the blonde mother slide off his shrinking cock and lick his groin clean, he blacked out from the thrills.
CHAPTER TEN
During the next week, Phyllis knew enough to keep her mouth shut while Sam made all the arrangements for the new home to which they would move. It was what was known as a mother-daughter-type home in the nearby suburbs. Though a two-family home, a door connected the upstairs rooms to the downstairs, letting people in one part of the house go to the other part without having to go outside. It had been Sam's idea for all of them to live in the downstairs part of the house while he used the upstairs part to play around. Also, with the mother and daughter living downstairs, and himself supposedly living upstairs, he didn't have to claim he was married to the woman living in the same house with him.
When the time came to move in, Phyllis, at Sam's insistence, left everything in her apartment behind. He didn't want to risk bringing roaches into the new home. He purchased new furniture, and even bought Phyllis and Kerry entirely new wardrobes. Sam told them whatever he bought for them, including the new furniture, was theirs to keep, even if there should be a parting of the ways later on.
On the outside, the house was a red-brick-fronted place with a white-shingled roof. It had an attached two-car garage, but the garage remained empty at present, because Sam had not yet bought a car. Neither Phyllis nor Kerry knew how to drive.
Except for one bedroom, the upstairs apartment remained unfurnished. Phyllis knew Sam was saving that room to dally with any other females he might feel like bringing home.
Every room downstairs, except for the bathrooms, had rose-red carpeting. The living room was furnished in walnut Danish-modern, the dining room was antique-white Spanish provincial, and the three bedrooms were all in mahogany contemporary.
For the next three months, everything seemed to go along smoothly. Though Sam continued to maintain a facade of independence from Phyllis and her daughter, he had yet to bring a woman to the upstairs apartment. Each night they both delighted him again and again with their bodies. Sam never seemed to tire of them. Luckily, their menstrual periods never coincided, so one of them was always available to keep Sam happy when the other was temporarily indisposed.
The suburb in which they lived was a relatively new community with new homes going up all around them. There were all kinds of factories on the outskirts of the neighborhood, but the factory workers lived on the other side of town. The owners and managers lived near the home where Phyllis and her daughter had settled with Sam.
One of the owners of a lingerie factory lived near Phyllis, and he entertained clients in his home from time to time. And two of his clients happened to be the Blass brothers, both of whom came to spend a Sunday with him. And though Phyllis didn't see them, they happened to see her. She and Sam were on their way to a movie. The Blass brothers saw her getting into a car with Sam, while Kerry stood at the curb to see them off. It was early spring, and Kerry was wearing a tan sweater over a white blouse and green slacks, but everything seemed to fit so tight, the brothers couldn't help but notice how voluptuous the young girl looked.
Nor could they miss the girl's movements as she walked back to the house. They had seen Phyllis move the same way, and came to the conclusion there was a relationship between the two women. And if one woman was a puta, a whore, it followed the other was probably one as well.
Kerry, totally unaware she was being observed, grabbed a book and went out into the backyard. The high wooden fence around the house was to insure privacy, and though it was cool outside, Kerry decided she preferred it to being cooped up. The temperature was already in the high fifties and felt as if it would go higher.
The brunette girl had barely started reading her book, a murder mystery, when the gate opened and two bronzed, Latin looking men walked in. The taller one shut the gate behind him and locked it, and Kerry stared at them as they walked across the freshly seeded earth to where she was sitting, in an outdoor chaise. Both men wore tan, expensive suits, and glasses.
"Oye, chica," the shorter one said to her, "we are friends of the blonde woman who has just left here."
"My mother?" Kerry asked, putting the book down on the small wooden table next to her chaise.
"Ah, si, this is the daughter," the taller man said.
"Who are you two?" Kerry wanted to know, feeling very uneasy.
"We are the Blass brothers," Eduardo told her. "We met with your mother under most enjoyable circumstances."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Kerry said, "but you have no right to come walking in here just like this. If you don't leave right away, I'll scream."
"Ay, chica," Jose, the tall, younger brother said, walking over to where she was still sitting. "You weel not scream. Eef you do, I weel have to cut your thoat weeth thees knife."
He pulled out a pocket knife and opened a four-inch blade. The sight of it made Kerry freeze with fear.
"We were visiting in the neighborhood," Eduardo explained, sliding his jacket off and hanging it on the back of one of two other lawn chairs. "Our host had to go to the station to pick up another client, and he weel not be back for almost an hour. So my brother and I wish to amuse ourselves. We weel do so with you. We weel fuck you as I fucked your mother."
"My mother never had anything to do with you," Kerry snapped.
"Si, she did," Jose insisted, removing his jacket. "In fact, when we went to find her again, we were told she had left her job because of what happened weeth us. Que lastima! What a shame! She was the best fuck my brother ever had. And I wanted to try her out."
Kerry understood, now. Her mother's former employer had forced her to put out for the shorter brother, and since she resented being used like a whore, Phyllis quit.
"If you touch me, I'll tell everyone who you are," Kerry threatened.
"So tell." Jose laughed. "We weel be long gone by then. Be smart, do not try to make us mad. Do as we weesh, and we weel go away, after."
Eduardo, the shorter brother, tugged Kerry to her feet and Jose came over and, with his knife, carefully, slowly, almost delicately began cutting her clothing away. He sliced her sweater up the middle from the rear, and as Kerry struggled, the sweater came off. Then, the knife sliced through the girl's blouse, and she shuddered, terrified the man would cut her. He cut slowly, smiling at her, and the young, brunette girl gasped. When the blouse fell away, he slit her pants down the rear from waistband to crotch, then up between her thighs to the waistband in front. Eduardo tore the pant legs from her body, and Kerry stood there, shivering in front of the two men wearing her shoes, socks, panties, and bra. She saw the way the brothers hungrily stared at her, and would have crossed her arms in front of her body to hide herself had Jose not continued waving the knife. And then Eduardo reached out and her bra and panties were torn from her shivering body.
"No," Kerry gasped softly, "no, I won't let you do it."
"Carramba." Jose laughed. "Stop behaving as eef we are trying to hurt you. We only weesh to give you pleasure. Since you are the daughter of the blonde puta, by now you mus' no longer be a virgin. Thees ees good. Eef you were a virgin, we would hurt you."
"I won't do anything," the girl told them as Eduardo continued fondling her breasts. "You can't make me."
"We can make you," Eduardo insisted. "You know it. We have come for your sweet conio, your cunt. That is what we will have. Make things easy. Do not fight us, chica."
Tears were pouring down Kerry's cheeks as she began quietly sobbing. Her breasts bumped against Eduardo's hands with each breath she took, and she realized she was trapped. The man's hands held her full, round tits, clutching like metal claws digging deep into her soft, tender flesh. For one terrified moment the girl feared Eduardo would tear her mammaries from her body. She shut her eyes, sighed, and forced herself to relax and stop shivering. But a moment later she was trembling again when she felt Jose come up behind her and grab her vagina from behind. She could feel the closeness of the taller man and realized he had completely undressed.
"Remember your manners," Eduardo admonished. "I am the older brother, so I have the first right. You know thees."
He released Kerry's breasts and hurriedly undressed himself, taking time to fold his clothing carefully over a chair. Then he returned and gripped Kerry's breasts again.
Slowly, little by little, the shuddering fright disappeared from inside the brunette girl. She knew she was going to be fucked as the brothers continued massaging her erogenous areas. Jose pressed himself against her even more solidly, and she felt his thick cock rub between her buttocks. She couldn't help noting it was much shorter than Sam's. It felt even shorter than Eduardo's, which she had been able to see before he'd returned to fondle her. The young girl tried to relax, but wasn't able to do so.
Eduardo eased the grip of his fingers around her breasts, and eventually released them, stepping back to once again admire the young girl's body. Her large breasts looked so creamy and voluptuous, swaying from side to side as Jose continued rubbing his hard cock against her asscheeks. Now that Eduardo was no longer holding her breasts, Kerry felt the younger brother's hands slide up behind her waist, then circle around front to fill themselves with her pectoral wonders. Kerry could feel the brutality in this man's hands as he cupped her bouncing treasures, tugging them upward, lifting them, forcing her to stand on tiptoe.
"Ay Linda, pretty one, you have a body that was made for fucking," Eduardo told her. "But you have too big a mouth. You mus' be taught a lesson. My brother, he weel teach you, now."
"What are you talking about?" Kerry asked, more terrified than ever.
"Just remain like thees," Jose whispered in her ear. "Do not move, do not pull away from me, Eef you do, it weel hurt much more. Stay upright!"
One of his hands still held her breast tightly, but it had moved across her body from behind, so her other breast was crushed by the man's forearm. She felt him reach down behind her with his other hand and rub his heavy wang deeper into the cleft between her buttocks. At first, she had no idea what he was trying to do, but when she felt the rubbery knob of his anxious cock continually pressing against the tiny pucker of her anus, she began to understand.
"No! No! No! No!" she gasped. "You can't do that! You'll tear me apart!"
She watched Eduardo approach, and he reached out and lightly slapped her face, saying, "Eef you move, I weel have to hit you harder. Stay still. Do not move. My brother's cock weel fit very nicely in your tight leetle ass."
Trembling, Kerry felt her legs go rubbery, but the clutching hand of Jose Blass gripping her breast, kept her standing upright. His right hand was still gripping his penis, and he was making the battering head rotate against her anal crinkle. She could feel the smooth lubrication wetting her rectal crevice. As Jose pushed forward, Kerry saw Eduardo kneel and reach out with his hands, pressing them against her kneecaps, preventing her from moving forward. She tried tightening .her asscheeks, but the action was visible to the kneeling Eduardo. He reached out, hooked a finger between her thighs, and caught it between her inner labia.
"Eef you persist in being stubborn, I weel pull on your flesh and tear your cunt open weeth my finger," he warned.
Kerry was trembling even more now, feeling like someone about to be executed. She had heard about ass-fucking, but Sam had never tried it with either her mother or herself. What she had heard was, the woman usually bent forward and had her buttocks spread wide apart to make entry easier. Also, there was usually some kind of lubricant used. But the Blass brothers were being purposely cruel, using no lubricant other than that seeping from the head of Jose's penis. Nor would they allow her to lean forward. Jose was going to fuck into her ass while she remained standing straight, making the penetration that much more difficult. Kerry could feel Eduardo's finger still in her vagina, but his thumb was caressing her clitoris, and unwanted heat was beginning to build up inside her. The finger rubbed her aching clit again and again as Jose's cock continued spiraling against her rectal pucker.
And then Jose was worming the thick head of his penis against her sphincter, pressing hard, forcing the doughnut-like muscle to widen its hole. Slowly, little by little, she felt her anus agonizingly stretch.
"Do not yell," Eduardo warned, applying a little pressure to the finger he had hooked inside her vagina. "Eef you do ..."
Sobbing, gasping, biting her lips to keep herself from crying out, Kerry felt the penis slowly push deeper, until the glans was halfway in. Then Jose took the hand he had been using to hold his penis and reached around her body, pressing it flatly against her belly, grunting as he did so, pushing her back as he rammed his thrusting cock steadily forward.
"Oooonnnhhh . . . Godddd . . ." Kerry gasped through gritted teeth. "It hurts. It hurts so much."
"Eef you had behaved with respect," Eduardo told her, "we would not be doing thees. I would have been the first one to fuck you, and in your cunt. Now you mus' bear this."
Kerry felt Jose's hand press against her ebony-fluffed pubis, pressing her back even more as he grunted and strained. And then she felt the entire glans, right up to the corona, pop into her rectum. And from then on, Jose was simply sucked the rest of the way in, causing untold agony for the young girl as his swollen cock tunneled its full length into her. Kerry remained upright, gasping, feeling pain as the hard penis began pushing in and out. Small, silent sobs seemed to ease from between her lips.
And then the pain began lessening. With each thrust she felt the hurt in her rear tunnel slowly easing. Although it never completely dissipated, it soon became more than bearable. And at the same time, a strong heat was building inside Kerry's body. She realized she was feeling erotic thrills in her rectum, unable to believe it possible.
"Now the fun begins," Eduardo told her, standing up and releasing her vagina. "Jose, weeth your cock still in the girl, back up to the table, lie down, face-up, and keep the girl on top of you, also face-up."
Both of Eduardo's hands gripped her breasts for a moment, pushing her back, while Jose's hands were around her waist, pulling as he backed up to the long wooden table near the chaise. The edge of the table was the same height as his ass, and he squirmed back, opening his thighs wide, tugging Kerry up until she lay on top of him, facing up, away from him. It was impossible for the man to move back further on the table, so they remained that way, Jose and Kerry, with their feet dangling over the edge, and Kerry's exposed vagina aimed toward Eduardo. The entire length of Jose's thrusting cock was buried in the girl's rectal passageway. , "Now," Eduardo told her, coming closer, "you will know true bliss, for while my brother flicks your ass, I will fuck your cunt."
"Please . . ." the girl gasped. "You'll really tear me open."
"Do not worry, sweet senorita," Eduardo assured her. "We have done this many times with other putanas. They have all been able to take it. You will, too."
Kerry felt Jose's hands gripping her breasts again, massaging them, using them like handles to hold her on top of him. Eduardo brought a chair over and propped it under her left leg, then he brought the other lawn chair over and propped it under her right leg so her feet wouldn't dangle and she would have some leverage. Kerry, feeling the seat of the chairs under her feet, felt the littlest bit more comfortable. Too, she felt a continual intensifying of the heat raging through her body as she automatically bounced up and down, feeling Jose's hard cock stroke through her rectum.
"Thees ees one tight asshole," Jose was telling his brother.
Now Jose's hands were wrapped around her waist, and Eduardo came forward, lowered his head, and popped her left nipple into his mouth. Kerry felt his tongue lick wildly across the hard nubbin, making it harder and extend further out. His hungry lips sucked long and hard, making the girl writhe with added heat. Her passionate enthrallment now equaled that of the two men, though she wouldn't admit it. Yet her arms involuntarily wrapped themselves around Eduardo's head while he continued masticating her nipple, jamming his face all the more solidly against the swell of her tit.
"You taste very good," Eduardo assured her, raising his face and looking into her eyes.
The older brother moved closer to her face, then leaned down and kissed her hard, on the lips. It was a wild, searching kiss, with his tongue probing into her mouth, tantalizing her palate, licking her gums, and running over her teeth. Kerry found herself willingly sucking the oral digit, even marrying it with her own. Then he yanked his mouth away from hers and kissed her throat, standing between the two chairs, letting her flatly planted feet press into them so she could raise and lower herself on Jose's hard cock.
Kerry felt Eduardo's lips trail down her throat and move back to her breasts. His tongue lashed her nipples repeatedly, and she felt thrilling fires lance through them as his mouth ran from one nipple to the other, and back. She could feel the head of his cock rubbing against the flesh of her upthrust, curved pussylips as her thighs remained bent backward over the table. His hands were between her loins, and Kerry felt Eduardo pushing them even wider apart as he returned to kissing her lips. She felt his fingers tickle her vaginal entryway, parting the labia and slipping between them, running in and out a few times. This heightened the sensation in her rectum as she continued bouncing on Jose's thrusting cock. There was a small, dull ache in her rectum, but no pain, and the overpowering thrills being built by the pressure of Jose's hard cock were shuddering through her with even more intensity.
The bigger penis of the older brother was pressing tautly between her nether lips now, and Kerry felt the glans move forward, parting her inner labial curtains. Jose's ankles were wrapped around her calves as her feet remained planted on the two chairs. Kerry realized the younger brother was intent on making certain her thighs remained open so the older brother could ram his hard cock all the way into her.
Kerry wiggled her buttocks from side to side as she slowly moved up and down the length of Jose's buried cock. Another inch of Eduardo's penis slipped into her teeming twat. She undulated all the more, straining against the outward pull of Jose's thighs, but the sucking pull of her cuntlips was enough to tug Eduardo's thick, strong cock deeper into her feminine cavern. She sought to suck the entire length and breadth of his manhood into her.
If she couldn't wrap her thighs around the brother fucking into her cunt, she would wrap her arms around him. She reached forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, amazed at the need she felt for him. The pressure of his entering cock rubbing against the wall between her vagina and anus, enhanced the pressure of Jose's cock, and Kerry gasped as more and more fiery thrills burned through her. The force of his entry as he drove the rest of his thrusting cock into her almost made her faint with rapture. The two penises in her body moved in tandem, feeling much like two huge snakes slithering in and out at the same time. The tightness of her inner cunt, made even tighter by the pressuring cock in her ass, added fury to Eduardo's lust as he began wildly pounding into her body.
It was rape, Kerry knew that. But now it was rape with her cooperation. Though the man was an antagonist as he pounded into her cunt, Kerry gloried in it, bouncing up and down all the more quickly on the prod in her tight rectum. She was gasping and moaning with ecstatic sighs now, and sounds of panting exertion seeped from her mouth as she rammed her smooth hips up and down, digging her flat-planted feet into the two chairs. Kerry's firm breasts stood up and quivered, two tantalizing mounds of desire; the pink nipples serving as focal points of sensitivity. She could feel her silken belly become a taut flow of muscle.
The girl felt the older Blass brother matching her bucking lunges as the younger one fought to stay with her, keeping his flesh pike carefully planted deep inside her rectum. But Kerry no longer cared about the savagery. If anything, it added to the pleasure she was feeling. Her eyes stared directly into those of Eduardo Blass, noting the man had forgotten to remove his glasses. She felt the thrills building ever higher as the two brothers humped her back and forth between them. She wanted to prolong this moment for as long as she could. The girl realized this was the one time she would be fucked by the two men. And two men were infinitely better than one. Not that either brother, by himself, stood a chance against Sam in a fucking contest. But the two combined were doing things to her no single cock could ever hope to accomplish. And Kerry was certain Sam had no intention of playing threesies with another man. So she had to enjoy this particular rape.
A small, shuddering orgasm rippled through her body, and Kerry realized it had originated in her ass. That, in itself was unusual, but who was she to discard the sensation. She let it flow through the nerve centers in her body as she gasped, biting her lips to keep herself from screaming. Her inner vaginal muscles milked the hard rod of the ecstatic Eduardo, while her anal muscles tugged on Jose's rod.
Almost out of her mind with burning thrills, Kerry gasped, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhhh fuck me, you sons of bitches. Fuck me, hard!"
Her arms wrapped themselves all the more strongly around Eduardo's neck, tugging his face to her breasts as she insisted he suck her nipples. And the older brother was more than glad to oblige.
Jose's cock was ramming up through her ass with the power of a wild piston, and Eduardo did his best to match the efforts of his younger brother. He plunged forward and down into Kerry's slender body, slamming into her with such force, her frame quivered, making Jose's bones rattle. The older brother's mouth was voraciously sucking on Kerry's right nipple, trying to pull her entire pap into his throat at once. Kerry rapturously trembled and crammed her lathered vagina against the man's hard-driving pelvis. She could feel Eduardo's balls slapping at her perineum, just as she could feel Jose's balls hitting the same place. That meant the two brothers had their testicles touching as each continued filling and re-filling one of Kerry's sensual orifices with his beef roll.
"Harder . . ." she gasped between gritted teeth. "Fuck me harder, harder, harrrrrderrrrr . . . uhhhhh . . ."
The young girl was gasping at the sensations filling her, flooding through her body like an overflowing river. Her hands clawed ceaselessly at Eduardo's back, raking his flesh to ribbons.
The girl twisted and writhed wildly on the hard pike filling her anus, but she could tell, as anxious as Jose was to come, he wasn't succeeding too well. Eduardo, on the other hand, was on the brink of satisfaction. She could tell as his hard cock swelled up even more in her dilating, contracting cunt.
Her mouth opened, and ecstasy filled her body, but all Kerry could mumble was, "HMMMPHHH MPHHHUPHHH!" as Eduardo clamped his hand over her lips. Her blistering cave unleashed a thick, moist flow of love-fluid. The lubricant surged out of her, coating his cock, and splashing all over his drawn-up balls.
Kerry felt Eduardo tensing above her, first in a withdrawing tautness, then in a downward surge. She felt his torrent of seething sperm shoot powerfully into the receptive container of her tight cunt as he hissed out his pleasure. The girl felt Eduardo's hand clamp all the more tightly against her mouth and she bit down hard, sinking her teeth into his fingers. And all the while her hot cunt continued sucking the copious spurts of sperm jetting from his shooting cock.
Kerry gasped, falling back on the younger brother, feeling Eduardo, limp and drained, pull out of her. She lay there, unable to move, feeling Jose's hard penis digging deeper and deeper into her anus. Her head lolled back against Jose's shoulder, and for a few moments she shut her eyes and relaxed.
"I hate to bother you," Jose said, pushing, "but the time has come for you to do something for me."
The sound of the younger Blass brother's voice shocked Kerry back to reality. His limbs were no longer twined around hers, and his feet were kicking away the chairs so her own feet dangled. And then he was shoving harder, and she slid off his solid cock.
The young girl fell to her knees and looked up, seeing the red cock of Jose Blass stand out like a flagpole. He was in no mood for words at this point, and merely moved closer to her kneeling figure, waving his penis in her face.
Kerry felt no real emotion right now. She had been really used, and she had been completely drained. Even so, she was resigned to doing whatever Jose Blass wanted, if only to have him go away, after. It was obvious Jose, the younger brother, was not quite the man Eduardo was, and all he cared about was getting his rocks off without any feeling for her. He wanted her doing whatever pleased him, without putting up any kind of a struggle.
Kerry felt his hands caressing her face, running through her hair, gauging her reactions to him. All men, whether they care about a woman or not, want that woman to more than merely accept them.
Jose knelt beside Kerry and began caressing the breasts his brother had sucked. Jose was extremely excited, unhappy his brother had come and he hadn't. He reached between Kerry's thighs, lightly teasing her midnight curls, moving his fingertips around again and again until one of them penetrated the orifice where Eduardo had shot his load.
Kerry saw Jose watching her closely, enjoying the quickness of her response as he moved his finger in and out of her tight pussy. Unable to restrain herself, the young girl found herself almost breathless with anticipation. Her clitoris was being squeezed between Jose's thumb and forefinger. The younger Blass brother tugged and pulled on it while rolling it lightly at first, and then with more speed and greater force. A thin cry involuntarily broke from Kerry's lips. The older brother, Eduardo, was ready to clap his hands over her mouth if she yelled any louder. The girl felt her body twitch convulsively, and knew it wasn't revulsion causing her to shudder. Erotic thrills continued snapping through her nerve-endings, almost breaking them off from the rest of her nervous system. She thrilled to the pressure of his thumb on her clitoris, but loved the feel of his middle finger sliding through the hot canal of her teeming snatch. And then a forefinger slid into her tight cunt, making her squeal between clenched teeth.
Kerry stared into Jose Blass's eyes and saw the delight in them as her entire body outwardly shuddered. Her clitoral nub, still under his thumb, grew larger and larger, and her flow of juices began increasing, covering the taller brother's hand with her oils and his sibling's sperm.
"Now ees time for the next step," Jose whispered to her. "My brother, he fucked your mother, and today he fucked your cunt. Now I weel fuck your cunt. You weel see how good I am."
He used his fingers to pry her labia apart and wedge the rubbery point of his simmering dong into the flaming depths just behind the scalloped ribbons of her inner lips. She could see Jose had intended prolonging it, not wanting to enter her tight pussy so thoroughly and quickly. But Kerry had other ideas. Even though she and the younger Blass brother still faced one another on each other's knees, with the head of his shuddering prong sliding between her sucking labia-a position very difficult for coitus-Kerry gripped Jose's shoulders, moved her left foot until it was under her, and then forward, then did the same with her right foot, fell back on the seeded earth, and pulled Jose Blass on top of her as she fell back. His weight sank his pillion into her flushed gully.
She felt Jose feverishly drive into her, and Kerry could almost hear the man's mind screaming, Take that and that and that! as he drove his phallus into her again and again. She felt the Latin's hand grip her hips like steel claws, and she heard the resounding report each time his pelvis slammed into hers. She found herself being transported to heaven all over again, and though it didn't feel nearly as good as his cock in her ass with Eduardo's cock in her cunt at the same time, it was damn good for her second orgasm. She moaned with pleasure.
"Carrajo!" Jose bellowed to his brother. "Thet girl enjoys it no matter what I do to her. Look, she ees about to come again, and I have not had my first climax."
Eduardo moved quickly, clamping his hands over Kerry's mouth as she tried screaming. Her voice was trapped by his palm and shoved back down her own throat as she felt the orgasm shoot through her body, causing her to hump her hips higher and higher.
Jose harshly withdrew his cock, angry that Kerry should come a second time while he couldn't attain his first apex. The cock rammed forward, slamming into Kerry's perineum, and the girl would have screamed from pain this time had not Eduardo's hand remained clasped on her mouth.
Kerry felt Jose sinking his face between her breasts again as Eduardo's hand slid from across her lips. She was sobbing, feeling a mixture of unparalleled delight and slight agony because of the way Jose's cock had bounced off the small bridge of flesh between her anus and vagina. Too, the younger brother was chewing on her nipples with a new vitality, making the young girl shudder as his teeth clamped her nipples between them.
"No, no, thees ees not right," Jose mumbled. "I have fucked thees girl's ass, and she came. Then I fucked her cunt, and she came. I mus' fuck her so I weel come. And the only way to do that ees to fuck her mouth."
Kerry felt her head being pulled down to the man's throbbing penis. She felt the wand slap her cheek as it bounced from side to side between his thighs. His hands gripped her short, black hair, pulling her face up as her head moved down, and then Kerry felt the man's fingers squeeze, causing more pain. She opened her mouth to scream, and felt the length of his swollen phallus rest on her extended tongue. She "painted" his penile underside with her tongue again and again, pausing each time the tip of her lingual organ touched his coronal ridge. She knew Jose was determined to keep her tongue working on his cock a long time, but in spite of his determination, Kerry could feel the hard cock twitching.
"Damn you, puta!" Jose bellowed, jumping to his feet. "You think you can laugh at me because no matter what I do to you, you weel always come, and I weel not. Well, we shall change theengs a leetle. Eef my cock in your mouth makes you come, then your cunt in my mouth weel make me come."
To Kerry, the entire group of sentences sounded garbled. He was blaming her for having climaxes while trying to make him come. The man was a fucking dummy. And now he was going to eat her pussy with the attitude that sucking her cunt while jamming his cock down her throat would finally find him the release he was seeking.
She lay flat on the ground with Jose crawling over her, his head dangling over her seeping pussy. He was going to jam his face between her thighs and lick out his brother's sperm.
Well, why not! Kerry reasoned. If the white glue tasted good to her, it might taste good to Jose.
She felt the delicate hairs of her pubis rubbing his chin as his throbbing cock pushed between her lips and sank halfway into her mouth. She felt his nipping teeth pull at her pelvic lint, using his arms to thrust her thighs wider apart. Kerry could feel his weight, and it was slowly forcing the air from her lungs. Jose's face sank deeper and deeper between her thighs, and she felt his hands grabbing her asscheeks and squeezing. Her lips sucked and pulled, feeling his hard cock slide up and down against her tongue and palate like an oiled snake. One of her hands fondled his dangling balls, pressing them down against the bridge of her nose, while the other hand tinkered with his ass, fingering his rectal pucker. Her touching his asshole seemed to arouse Jose to new heights, and Kerry felt him digging his face all the deeper between her thighs, drinking her juices, making her flood them out of her at an even faster rate. The way his strong tongue was lathering its way in and out of her frothing cunt let Kerry know she was going to come again, and she silently gasped out this climax as she humped her body up, splashing oils into Jose's face. He, like his brother, was still wearing his glasses, and now they became juiced up, totally blinding him so he couldn't see the cunt he was eating.
Eduardo tugged the glasses from his brother's face, letting Jose sink his kisser even deeper into Kerry's flaming muff. The girl was frightened the man would be angry at her climaxing again, but as her thighs continued surrounding Jose's face, she felt and heard him greedily eating the flood pouring from her vagina, grinding his face even deeper, enjoying the taste of her. She could tell by the way his hands were working that he enjoyed the thrill of her thighs pressing around his face. His clutching manual digits dug deeply into her asscheeks, making Kerry bounce up and down, ruining the freshly seeded backyard as her ass ploughed the ground.
Kerry was moaning in a garbled sort of way as Jose's solid penis continued pumping down into her mouth. She sucked almost lovingly as she felt his lips grip her clitoris and pull while his tongue whipsawed its way across the simmering little bud. Kerry realized Jose was starting to get his thrills from making her come.
At one point, Kerry felt Jose raise his head from her dripping gash and call back to her, "Suck harder, chica. I am beginning to feel something. Suck harder!"
Aroused even more by the knowledge she was finally bringing Jose to his completion, Kerry began pulling with her jaws as if they were still traps. Her hands reached forward, grabbed the Latin-American's almost-kinky hair, and tugged his sodden face into the foaming center of her sudsing slit. This, in turn, caused her to suck his throbbing putz deeper into her own mouth with greater force than ever before. She felt him ramming his hard cock so far in, it was as if the man were trying to reach her small intestine. And all the while her tender lips nibbled the hairs at the base of his cock as her mouth sucked on his pulsing root.
Kerry's thighs wrapped all the more tightly around Jose's head, pulling his face so deeply into her, it was impossible for the man to breathe. Her hot cunt continued gaping wide open under the slash of his tongue as her juices poured forth, dripping into the joints of her thighs and down into the crack of her ass, lubricating the entire area. Kerry could feel the loving way the man's tongue searched through her sopping slit, and realized in her own way she was teaching him patience and the rewards to be gotten there from. The girl's tender lips could feel the hot pulsing of the man's cock, and she knew he was just about to shoot. The heat in his loins made him pump his penis all the faster into her sucking mouth, and then he gasped and hissed his satisfaction through clenched teeth as he began coming wildly, all over the place, blasting his gumbo down her throat with maddening spurts. Kerry's head bobbed up and down as her mouth wildly sucked, catching every .drop, sucking with such power, he would not have been able to pull out of her mouth had he wished to do so. She wanted every last drop of the younger Blass's passion juice, and he seemed to want her to have it.
His face sank deeper into her creaming muff as his tongue licked again, and Kerry tightened up, bouncing and shuddering as she came all over the place. She could feel his dilated nostrils pushing even deeper into her furnace, inhaling, sniffing, smelling, gaining pleasure from her aroma as well as from her taste.
They remained locked that way for nearly ten minutes, and then each relaxed, releasing the other. Slowly the pair slid apart, Kerry gasping, feeling more thrilled than she had since she had first been introduced to fucking and sucking. Her asshole was tender, but it wasn't truly sore.
"Come!" Eduardo was saying to his younger brother. "You have feasted enough on the girl. Our host weel soon be home, and we mus' be there to greet him."
The two brothers dressed quickly, fastidiously, and neatly. By the time they left, neither of them looked as if he had enjoyed a sporting go-round with Kerry. They simply smiled at her, then walked out, leaving the exhausted girl panting, red in the face, and weak. Totally whacked out, Kerry fell asleep, and that was the way Sam and Phyllis found her when they got back.
"What kinda shit is this???" Sam yelled at Phyllis. "We go outta the house for a little while, and when we come back we find the kid all fucked out. I don't dig this crap at all. You two are private cunt, and my stock has been dipped into."
Kerry, who had been coming out of her stupor, heard Sam yelling. She got to her feet and ran into the house, sobbing and weeping.
"Can't you see something's wrong?" Phyllis snapped at him. "Kerry isn't the kind of girl to go cheating like this. She was attacked."
"Oh bullshit!" Sam growled, angry because he had seen the girl looking so seemingly happy.
Kerry hurriedly dressed, pulling on a tight, pink minidress with no undergarments. She grabbed her other sweater, a white cardigan, slipped into it, and ran out of the house while her mother continued arguing with Sam. She was distraught and angry to think Sam would believe she had purposely done something behind his back in his own home.
She began walking, and before she realized it, she found herself across town, in the section where the new factory workers lived. There were pool halls and bars all over the place, and to look at them, one would think they had been up forever. Each jerry-built building seemed older-looking than the next. Each bar looked sleazier, and each billiard hall looked dimmer.
Sobbing, crying, Kerry suddenly realized she was lost. She had never been in this part of town before. And the five men staring at her from the corner bar didn't seem to make things easier. It was getting dark out, and she could see all five men were muscular, wearing polo shirts and tight, chino pants. It was obvious they had been guzzling beer through the afternoon, and from the smells emanating from a nearby alleyway it was plain where they had gone to empty their bladders.
The streets around her were getting dark but for the dim streetlamps starting to go on. This part of town didn't use mercury lamps yet. Kerry felt a sense of panic invade her. She could see the wolfish looks on the faces of the men approaching her. She knew she had come too far. She had to go back, if only to be with her mother.
The five men standing at the entrance to the corner bar were moving nearer and nearer, and Kerry realized they were coming after her. She had to get away. Turning, she headed toward the end of the street, but saw groups of other men lounging under the streetlamp down there as well. If she headed that way, she would walk right into the arms of those men. The only way left was down the nearby narrow, stinking alleyway. And that was the way she headed.
Kerry heard the men following behind her, a wolf pack anxious to tear apart a tiny lamb. She began running, and suddenly realized the alley came to a deadened. There was a high wooden fence she was unable to scale, and one dim, faded yellow bulb was the only light there.
Four of the men hung back now, but the fifth continued to approach. He was chunky, with a three-day-old beard, and a tooth missing in front. She would have taken any way possible to get away from the man, but the alleyway was too narrow. High stucco buildings on both sides were completely unscalable.
"Hi," the heavy man said, approaching her. "I'm Lee. You do what I tell you to do, baby, and nothing will happen other than a little screwing. You struggle, and we'll hit you so fucking hard you'll remember it for the rest of your life."
He suddenly grabbed her, pulled her close, and she could smell the stench of beer and urine all over him. His arms surrounded her, clutching her lithe form tightly as his mouth crashed down on hers. His tongue easily slid between her parted lips, stabbing at the tender roof of her mouth, but she didn't respond. She couldn't. It was all so nauseating.
He tugged her to the end of the alley, stopping under the light, beside some wooden packing crates. Kerry waited, listening to his heavy breathing, smelling his beery exhalations. When his huge, meaty hand slid up under her dress, touching her bare buttocks. Kerry felt a wicked chill shoot through her. She was horrified beyond belief, not from the touch of the man, but from the realization that his fingers were starting to excite her, disgusting as he seemed. She was sinking deeper and deeper into a quagmire of lust. All she could do was stand there, letting him paw her, knowing four of his friends were waiting their turns as well. And the knowledge terrified her, because she wanted it. Yes, she wanted it. She wanted to fuck not only five men, but five hundred, perhaps five thousand men.
Kerry gasped as she felt the beefy fingers slide through her mossy pubic hair and into her pink, wet, waiting vaginal lips still greased with the semen and saliva of the two Blass brothers. She writhed uncontrollably as one of his fingers palpated her clitoris, making it tingle but knew better than to protest what he was doing. Then she felt his other hand grip her wrist, guiding it to the bulge in his chinos.
"Take my cock out," he insisted, releasing her hand.
For a moment Kerry fumbled with the zipper, unconsciously rubbing her fingers against the man's hardened bulge. Then she unzipped Lee's pants, freeing his thick, pulsating penis from its prison. It was almost as long and as thick as Sam's cock. She automatically began pumping the prick, feeling it grow even harder, making her remember how the Blass brothers had shamed and disgraced her, fucking her in her own backyard, making her enjoy it. Now she was thinking how much she was going to enjoy this cock. The Blasses had taught her all too well the need for obeying commands, and she gasped with delight when Lee's finger continued brushing her clitoris.
The fleshy man's other hand was also reaching under her minidress, squeezing the orbs of her ass, digging between her cheeks and rubbing her anal button as well. Lord, but it felt arousing, even if she couldn't stomach the man.
Staring up between the buildings, she could see the winking stars. Kerry hugged the man closer to her, pulling on his penis with her hand and sinking her lips into the side of his throat, branding burning kisses there.
"Wow!" he gutturally moaned. "You're one hot little kid. I ain't never seen you before. I guess you ain't from around here, huh?"
"No," Kerry mumbled. "I'm not from around here."
"Great, great, then we can do anything we wanna do, huh? Oh, kiddo, we're gonna have ourselves a ball. So you turn around and face the packing crates like a nice kid, huh?"
Listening to the man, she obediently turned and leaned against the large wooden crates. The girl felt him raise her skirt over her trembling buttocks, exposing the smooth, round flesh to the twinkling stars and the lone yellow light in the alleyway. She felt Lee's hands slide into the crevice between her asscheeks and tantalize the tiny, puckered crinkle of her anus. Jose Blass's cock had rubbed its way through there earlier, and the girl no longer feared penetration. Tiny sparks of volcanic desire shot through her as the rough man continued rubbing her there.
Leaning further forward, Kerry spread her long, supple limbs, giving the man better access to her genitals. She felt more wild than ever before, and a fresh flow of burning, lubricated juices came dribbling from the peach like pout of her steaming vagina. Her smooth, solid buttocks trembled as she felt him probe against her pink pussylips with the reddish head of his thick, pulsating wang. Kerry could feel the drunken man searching for the trembling entrance to her vaginal interior. She moaned with delight as the engorged head of Lee's cock gained a foothold in her erotic opening, and she tightened her asscheeks in an erotic effort to slam back against the heavy pole and suck it into her cunt. It was obvious Lee was totally unaware her pussy had been used earlier. The semen and saliva in her were lubrication as far as he was concerned, and he was overjoyed to feel the penis probing deeper and deeper into the teenaged girl's body.
"Ooooooh!" Kerry gasped, moaning and responding as the man shoved his heavy hips forward, and the cold, metallic teeth of his zipper rubbed against her asscheeks.
Gee! the girl thought. This has to be the most ridiculous thing. We're both fully clothed, yet here we are, rutting, him standing, and me bent over, both of us on our feet in this alleyway. Lord! We must be animals.
Another flow of heavy lubricating oils slipped from her tight, clasping pussy as she heard the heavy man groan with pleasure, ramming his pulsing, rock solid pecker even deeper into the tight depths of her sucking, clasping, hair-lined pussy.
Everyone seems to want to do it from behind nowadays, she thought, whether it's in the ass or in the pussy.
"Unnnnn!" she gasped aloud, feeling the heavy man rotate his hips in ever widening circles, forcing his thrusting penile head to ram itself against her cervix. From this angle it was easily possible, even with a smaller cock. Kerry could hear the man panting, totally out of control, feeling the way he undulated his hips in wide licentious spirals, forcing his throbbing penis to rub the walls of her frictioned pussy even more. The hard cock would slide halfway out of Kerry's tight cunt, rotate, then pound right back in. She felt the man screwing into her as if she were the lowest kind of slut, and she reveled in it, not only enjoying the total physical feeling of it all, but thrilling to the thought that she was getting back at Sam. She hadn't deserved the kind of treatment he had given her. After the savage fucking she had received from the Blass brothers, she had been in need of sympathy, and Sam had given her nothing but more pain. Each time Lee's cock rammed into her cunt, she smiled, thinking Sam was also being fucked.
"Yesssss ..." she hissed in the darkness as she felt him hurry his obscene fucking into her tight cunt. She could feel his strong hands gripping the soft, pliant flesh of her buttocks, tugging the moon-shaped orbs back to mee his forward lunges, feeling her flesh rub against the coarse cloth of his chinos.
Kerry could hear the grunting man behind her and knew he was completely lost in rapture. His faster pumping let her know of the tremendous pressure being built up in his balls, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before he would be blasting his spunk into her, letting it mingle with that of Eduardo Blass. Her period was due within three days, which meant there was no danger of her conceiving. For that much she was grateful, because she knew more than two hours had passed since Eduardo had fired his load into her cunt, and she hadn't douched.
Kerry felt Lee pumping faster than ever, listening to him chewing his lower lip with anguish because of the tight clasp of her vagina. She wanted to come and come and come, and keep on coming, but there was something wrong inside her at the moment. She couldn't come. This didn't stop Lee from reaching his own pinnacle, and abruptly she felt the first throes of his orgasm peel from the tender insides of his testicles into her anxious cunt. And the spurting fluid felt like broken glass, tearing at her, making her more anxious rather than calming her down.
A raging torrent of whitewash made the underside of the man's cock as it rammed its full length into the young girl's aching cunny, causing his buttocks to clench and unclench as he spastically shot his flowing sperm into the girl, making Kerry twitch with each shot, filling her vagina to overflowing.
There was a numbness in Kerry's cunt, and she never felt the thick penis pull out of her. She heard the plopping sounds of his spunk falling from her cunt to the cement floor of the alley, but she didn't care. She simply leaned forward, pressing her body against the cartons. The girl's quivering buttocks stood out in round invitation under the lurid yellow light.
As she stood there panting and gasping, Kerry heard the footsteps of the next man coming down the alleyway. Listening, she heard his zipper slide down, then braced herself for his obscene intrusion into her body. Like an unfeeling machine she stood there, bent forward, waiting for him to begin.
"I'm Bert," was all she heard, and smelled the vomitous breath coming from his mouth as the man leaned forward and burned his lips into the nape of her neck. Bert's throbbing cock, hard and erect, slid between her thighs, missing its target. Kerry waited while the man patiently gripped his hard cock with his hand and guided it to her wet, well-lubed pink orifice, letting it slide between her downy pubic hair as it eased into the sucking depths of her sloppy vagina. Bert began to immediately intensify his frantic thrustings, and each forward movement was punctuated by an obsessive grunt. Kerry felt the seething erotic fires in her burn hotter and higher than ever, and still she couldn't climax as he rammed his hard cock deep into her creaming belly. He speeded up his obscene tempo, causing a new flood of vaginal oil to come easing out of her, lubricating the heated, slithering penis as it continued pumping into the fruitlike depths of her upraised cunt. Strange electric tinglings racked her body, yet there was no way for her to feel physical appeasement. She slammed her twitching buttocks back to meet his driving thrusts, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her hard-to-please nookie.
"Harder!" she rasped at Bert. "Harder, harder, fuck me harder. More, more, more, now!"
She felt him respond eagerly, suddenly pounding his pulsating wang even deeper into her aching cunt. But it was no use. As it was, Bert's cock wasn't nearly as long or as thick as Lee's, and though her vaginal walls compensated by tightening up, the slick greasiness inside made Bert's movements easier, with less friction than ever. The man did his best. He responded with an almost spastic thrusting, and she knew he was completely incited, but it didn't seem to be enough. Kerry felt him drive into her with all the power in his aching loins, cramming, slamming, pounding against her jerking buttocks as she sensed him rising higher and higher on the obscene plane of climactic obsession. She responded as best she could, ramming her own self back as hard as she could.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" was all she could shout in her anguished frenzy.
Kerry felt the man plough into her with all his strength, feeling the way he reared back before blasting forward again. Each forward attack was an earth-shattering, pile-driving thrust, sinking his hard cock to its limit into the furthest confines of her sucking vagina. The blunted, rubbery-knobbed glans pressed almost viciously against her cervix, and the pain made Kerry gasp with joy. She was being punished for having wanted to be fucked by the whole world. She was getting what she deserved.
"Now! Now! Now!" she shouted, her lust-aroused body screaming more loudly in her ears than she yelled in the alleyway as she twitched her jiggling buttocks from side to side, slamming the pillowy cheeks back against Bert, clenching his fiery spear with her anxious muscles, holding it still while she writhed in anguish on it. Her bottom tugged back and forth, back and forth until the thrusting penis blasted into her, filling her with added jism. But her own body could not pinnacle.
She lay across the crate feeling lifeless, unable to achieve physical satisfaction any longer as the third penis skewered into her oceanic cunt. She felt the man drive into her as if he were a wild animal. The penis ran timelessly into her coral, viscid opening as short, choking coughs rumbled from deep within her throat. This third man was erratic and totally out of control, thrusting aimlessly, skewering her from just about every angle as he moved from side to side. His rough hands gripped her hips and pulled tightly as he fucked Kerry like a short-cocked dog, fighting for a flaming eruption that would signify his own satisfaction.
Kerry felt the jerking, twitching strokes, knowing this third, nameless man was near the end of his obscene lust. His fucking into her felt so ridiculous, she almost had to laugh. One thrust would be short and childlike, and the next one would be driving and hard. If the man's cock were long enough, it might easily have ruptured the cervix within her he was nailing into her body with such throbbing force. She sensed his rough hands moving over her slender hips as he tried holding them higher so he could pummel into her all the harder. Her wet, coral, sucking cunt seemed to be pointing straight back at him, giving him deeper entry as he tugged her long, ivory thighs even further apart and slammed forward, sinking the entire length of his penis into the lust-sucking depths of Kerry's squeezing cunt. The girl felt the strain on her cuntwalls as they seemed to tighten around the man's hard cock. She gasped and frantically writhed, thinking her internal self would burst.
"Ha-ha!" she heard him laugh as the nameless man lunged forward again, making her squeal. She knew he thought she was being thrilled by his driving cock, which was why he thought she was squealing. But Kerry was crying, sobbing, unable to believe this was happening to her, unable to believe she would allow herself to actually enjoy such savagery. She wished she would faint and not feel anything more.
But the young girl was still very much awake when she felt the nameless man shudder behind her. She felt his stop his vicious thrusts, then sensed the way the man's body was tightening as his hands gripped her asscheeks more firmly. He was shuddering, trembling, gasping, and then Kerry felt rockets of sperm shooting into her. Spasms of passionate satisfaction blasted through the man as he panted as if he'd set a new record for the four-minute mile.
Kerry's knees felt like rubber, and she realized the only thing holding her up was the shrinking cock in her tight cunt. But as the hard cock continued shrinking, it fell out of her, and the girl fell to her knees in the alleyway.
Painfully she stood up, feeling the scrapes on each kneecap. There was a throbbing, burning pain deep in her vagina, and she realized it wasn't fun anymore. She didn't want to do this anymore. She looked at the man who had just finished with her, and she felt sicker than ever. He was almost old, grizzled, with hardly any teeth in his mouth, and stubble no ordinary razor would ever cut. As he tucked his shirt in his pants, he grinned a lewd, toothless grin at her, then walked away down the alley. For a brief instant she was alone and she wished she could go back. But she knew two more men wanted to use her, and if they didn't they'd beat her to the proverbial pulp.
The next man came walking down the alleyway. He was tall and thin, gawky appearance. For all his skinniness Kerry could see the man had strong arms.
Gripping the packing case, Kerry turned around and bent over, presenting her ass and vagina for him to use. But it seemed the man, who called himself Lou, had other plans for her. He grabbed her dress by the neck, twisted the young girl around, and threw her down to the ground, ass-first. Kerry felt the dirt from the alley rise up and greet her, covering her arms and hands, and she scraped the heels of both hands in an attempt to get away, but the man crushed her with his weight as he threw himself on top of her. Her dress had buttons in front, and the man popped them as he tugged the dress open, revealing her lush breasts. Then Kerry watched him reach forward and envelop a nipple with each hand. Thumbs and fingers pulled at her pink, extended nubbins trying to make them long and hard. But the agony in her body had finally won over against the urge for sexual fulfillment, and now she was shuddering with fear instead of ecstasy. His pants scraped against her soft flesh, and her exposed belly could feel the hard bulge of his cock as it pushed against her.
Lou's heavy breath seemed to swirl up the dirt and dust surrounding Kerry as she lay there. There were hard pebbles under her, cutting through her dress, digging into her soft flesh. She tried wiggling into a more comfortable position, but there didn't seem to be any in that alleyway. Her vagina felt dry and sore, and she wanted to get out of there. If only they would let her go.
Kerry felt Lou's hand slide over her soft, trembling white flesh. The fingers seemed to work down through her pubic hair to her soft pink lips, not caring that her vagina was filled with the heated spunk of other men. The white flood was deep inside her now, as the shallowed part of her inner cunt was totally dry.
Kerry felt him rubbing her clit in an effort to arouse her, but she was past caring about anything. When she heard Lou unzip his pants, she didn't react. She no longer cared whether the man fucked her or not. She didn't care about anything. There was no passion, no lust, no feeling of any kind in her body. And she began to understand that lust without love was meaningless. Yes, her body could be aroused, but not her mind. It was her mind which felt totally dead at the moment. She could feel her clitoris extending, swelling, enlarging as the man rubbed it. But the feelings inside her were no longer there.
The pressure of the man's strong hands pushed Kerry weakened thighs apart, and she let them lay limply apart as his rigid shaft moved between them. In one quick stroke, the man entered Kerry's dry cunt.
The girl bit her lips to stifle a squeal of pain, knowing any yelping on her part would only make things worse. She felt Lou lift her buttocks and begin rubbing her asscheeks in a futile attempt to arouse her brain. Kerry's head lay back in the dirt. She felt the massive penis drive into her tight vagina again and again, and realized, in spite of the physical stimulation she was feeling more and more pain. And when she thought she could feel no worse, she saw the fifth man enter the alleyway while the fourth man was still fucking her. He pulled a monstrous wang out of his chinos and stood over her while Lou continued pumping into her dry cunt. He wanted to sink his hard cock into her mouth, but Kerry didn't open her lips. She merely lay there, feeling the man kneel and press his rubbery dome against her lips in an effort to make her part them. All she did was continue lying there, and the man, angry, pulled on his penis until he suddenly began shooting straight down into her face, blasting the liquid goo into her eyes, her hair, and all over her cheeks and forehead.
Kerry gasped, feeling the hot blasts shoot against her, and suddenly she began screaming. She didn't know why, but she screamed long and loud, yelling at the top of her lungs. Lou, who was still fucking her dry cunt, became disturbed, and as he was about to come, pulled out, spurting his white seed all over her body and dress.
"Shut up!" Lou yelled at her. "You fucking tramp, shut your goddamn mouth!" And he slapped her hard across the face.
And that was when the world erupted for Kerry. The punch in her face brought on a towering orgasm, and she shrieked a long, loud, "EEEEEYYYYYIIIII-EEEEEGGGGHHHH!" that echoed through the alleyway again and again.
"That's it!" a commanding voice yelled, and suddenly Kerry was aware of policemen filling the alley.
She thrashed and struck out when hands tried helping her up, and she had to be forcibly restrained. Eventually she was bundled away in an ambulance, her mind almost a total blank.
Someone injected her with something, and she felt herself falling asleep. She welcomed the sleep. She needed it, Oh God! This had been the most harrowing day of her young life.
Once, she woke up and found herself in a hospital bed with her mother and Sam standing over her. But they seemed so far away.
The wedding between Sam Molino and Phyllis Arten took place exactly two weeks after Kerry had been raped. Kerry had come out of the hospital visibly un-scarred, but when her period came, it lasted for ten days. In fact, it ended the day before the wedding.
The ceremony was a short civil affair, and some neighbors were invited to attend. It was at the small party afterward that Kerry learned the Blass brothers had attempted to come after her mother the same day they had molested her, and Sam had driven hobnails through their balls. They wouldn't ever molest a women again. In fact, they would probably be of no use to their wives for a long time to come, if ever.
Sam found Kerry in the kitchen, alone, while the others were in the living room, and said, "Look, I'm sorry, kid. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to blow off like that. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. I just thought you were . .. well... try to hurt me. Believe me, I'll think before I talk the next time. Honest!"
Kerry looked at him and nodded. She was wearing a blue mini-dress and looked more like a little girl than ever before.
Something about Sam's apology triggered sensations inside her. For two weeks she had been inwardly numb, totally uncaring, not thinking about anything, not wanting to speak with anyone. She went to school, did her work, and studied, but spoke to no one.
Now, Sam's abrupt apology brought feelings back into her. She shuddered, then began crying a little. Sam gathered her to him and hugged her, promising he would never fly off the handle like that again. Kerry nodded sobbing, grateful to be loved again. Being loved was so important.
For the rest of the afternoon Kerry mingled with the people there, seeing them stare at her, pitying her for her experience. The five men who had been caught raping her had all pleaded guilty, and as a result there would be no need for her to testify at the trial. Nevertheless, all the neighbors at the wedding party felt sorry for the young brunette, knowing she had been subjected to a horrible thing.
The party ended at eight in the evening, and once everyone left, Sam turned to his new bride and said, "Well, how do we celebrate getting married?"
"How do other couples celebrate getting married?" Phyllis asked. "Under the circumstances, I think fucking is a very appropriate way to spend the evening."
"Yeah," Sam nodded, "I'll buy that."
The two hurried up to the master bedroom and undressed. Neither bothered pulling back the bedcovers. They were in the mood for plain and fancy fucking. Phyllis lay back, opened her thighs, and felt Sam sock right into her. There were no preliminaries, no warm-up, just... in!
And as Sam began pounding away at his new wife, the bedroom door opened and a naked Kerry walked in. She looked at them and decided, since it was their honeymoon, it was only right they enjoy this first fuck all by themselves. But this was the first and last time she would stand idly by and allow them to begin without her. After all, knowing now that she was loved, made the young girl feel hotter than ever. It had been more than two weeks since she had been lovingly laid. And this was something that needed an immediate remedy.
