"My cock is sore," Dick panted in the wee small hours of the morning, "but I can't stop I swear before God, I can't stop. Jeeezus, Bev, baby, tell me to stop tell me I'm hurting you for God's sake, make me stop before I fuck my fool self to death,"
"No-no-no, darling I'm sorry," Beverly moaned into the pillow in which her face was pressed, "I c-can't t-tell you to st-stop I’ll n-never never ever t-tell you to s-stop f-fucking me it's so good s-sooogoddamned g-good. I've always liked to be f-fucked in my ass, and I th-thought that no-nobody c-could do it as g-good as S-Steve b-but oh God oh God darling, your cock feels so good pi-plowing in and out of m-my asshole that I'd b-bite my t-tongue oil be-before I'd tell you t-to s-s-stop."
They had been fucking for hours, stopping only to change partners and positions, before Valerie, then Steve, drifted off to sleep. Dick had come two or three times, but with each gushing load, his cock seemed to get harder, rather than softer. The longer and harder he ass-fucked Beverly, the hotter and tighter her anal canal seemed to get.
Dick's cock was a quarter of an inch shorten than Steve's but a full half-inch thicker. The biggest difference in their cocks, though, was the heads. Steve had a thick, flanged helmet of purplish cockhead that looked like a huge mushroom. Dick's pinkish-tan glans was like a pointy arrow tip on his thick dagger of flesh just made for ass-fucking. No matter how much lubrication they used, or how loose and relaxed she happened to be, Beverly always felt a twinge of pain when Steve first forced his fistlike cockhead into her anal sphincter, but Dick's dick, from start to finish, was nothing but pure heaven.
Several times, for a while, they had lain face to face, she with her knees hooked over his shoulders, his cock making sparks fly from her fingertips, as he reamed her asshole deeply, completely, with long, loving, gently stormy strokes. She had enjoyed those times best, because she could look adoringly into his limpid brown eyes, kiss his lush, femininely soft lips, watch the passionate flaring of his thin-nostriled, finely arched nose.
Dick couldn't maintain that position long, though, because he missed the- sight of her ass too much. He would pull out of clamping thighs, hugging arms, and clinging anus, and roll her over, gently pushing her up on her knees. And she would drop her tits and her face flat on the pillow without any protest, forcing her ass high and wide open for him just like he liked it.
Before driving into the bright pink rosebud of her anus again, however, he would always grab handfuls of her sleek, resilient asscheeks, and pull them as wide apart as they would go. Clamping his mouth to the fuck-widened opening, he would lick it, suck it, stab his tongue deeply into it, before finally spitting into it until it overflowed back out into his mouth.
Rising to his knees, he would guide his cock in slowly, forcefully, always gasping and groaning at the heat and tightness. Though Beverly was as relaxed as she could possibly be, and her sphincter had been fuck-softened and cock-stretched to the limit, she could still control the tightness by contracting her muscles. She could make the burning hole kiss gently, suck lovingly, or clamp bitingly around this heavenly invasion of her most private privacy, and cause him to almost scream in ecstasy and pain.
Now he kneeled behind her, spreading her cheeks so widely apart that the valley between the mini-mountains flattened into a wide, smooth plateau. He watched, fascinated, enthralled as his cock appeared, disappeared, and reappeared in a hole that was so tiny that it didn't appear capable of accommodating his little finger.
"Tell me the truth am I hurting you, baby?"
"No, darling my God, no you can't hurt me you could ass-fuck me forever, and never hurt me. Get it, darling, get it get it it's yours all. yours I don't care who you are, or what you are I love you. I don't care about the money that you want from daddy's bank none of us do fuck that money, it's you I want you and your sweet cock."
"Tell me again that you love me."
"Ohh, I do I do, you know I do. I love you, Dickyyyyyyy! I've told you at least a hundred times tonight, and I'll tell you 100,000 times more I love you I'm yours for the taking any time anyway anywhere you want me."
Dick slowed down his maniacal hammering coasted to a stop reluctantly pulled his cock out of her sucking, slick anal channel, and rolled over on his side, pulling Beverly with him.
"Had enough for a while?" she questioned softly, after a long, tongue-probing kiss.
"No, I'll never get enough I want to talk."
"About what?"
"Us our future."
"Do you mean you're ready to call off this crazy robbery?"
"No, I can't, Bev, I can't. It's not the moneys it's it's just the principle of the thing. This is something I've planned too long too well. This is the perfect crime, that actually is no crime, because I'm taking from swindlers, thieves, and murderers. This is my idea of poetic justice."
"But darling, even if you succeed even if daddy can't go to the police, you'll still be running for the rest of your life. Even if the police won't be after you, the underworld will, and that's even worse, because the police would only jail you those people will kill you without hesitation."
"I've got that part already figured out, too. Ill-have' to leave the country for a while, but I already know where I'm going, and they!! never find me there, even should they start looking for me, which I doubt they have no idea who I am. All I want to know now is, will you go with me?"
"No, Dick I-can't. Ill be here for you if you ever decide to come back, but I'm not going to play Bonnie and Clyde with you. I want to live to love. I'm not going underground or on the run."
"Oh God," Dick moaned, almost in tears, "what a crazy, fucked up situation this turned out to be. Why did you have to turn out to be so goddamned lovely so perfectly perfect? Why did you have to have a mother that I wish was my mother that is the dream that has haunted me for as long as I can remember? Oh God, what am I going to do? I have never envied anybody in my life, until tonight, and now I'm torn into tiny pieces with envy for that sweet, loving dude, Steve. I'd sell my soul to trade places with him, but I can't I know I can't."
"Mommy loves you just as much as I do please, Dick, we can be together all of us Steve obviously likes you, too."
"He has no choice none of you do, and I know that it's all fucked up, Beverly. Now I know what the possibilities are with Gina and Mona, but goddammit, it's too late I've reached the point of no return."
"Gina and Mona? Who are they?"
"My sister arid mother. I denied it even to myself before, but now I know I want the same relationship with them that you have always had, and now Val has with Steve."
"How old is Gina?"
"Fifteen."
"Is she fucking?"
"Of course like a fucking mink. Everybody but me."
"Does she love you? Are you close?"
"Sure she loves me yes, we're close or at least we were until dad caught us goofing around one time, and threw me out of the house. I could have been fucking her long ago, if I hadn't been so scared, brainwashed, and just plain stupid. Steve was talking to me about family patterns, about how certain backgrounds produce basic similarities in people that are just about unchanging. Now that I've met you and Val, I know I'm seeing Gina and Mona all over again, and it's got me balled up in knots."
"Call off this stupid, pointless robbery, darling, and let's all get together," Beverly pleaded softly. "If Gina is like me, Steve will love her if Mona is like Val, we'll all love her."
They talked softly for another half-hour, Beverly trying to gently dissuade Dick from carrying out the robbery, and Dick giving all the reasons why he couldn't, including the fact that the four guys upstairs were in this thing with him, and would not hear of pulling out at this late date. During the conversation Beverly had rolled over on top of him, reached back and down, and helped him guide his cock back into her asshole. And that's the way they had fallen asleep.
Steve had been lying on his side next to Valerie, who was lying on her back. His head was pillowed on her cushiony breasts, one of his legs was thrown across her soft belly, one of his hands cupped her hot, wet cunt. Both of them were snoring softly. Steve's snoring was the loudest, but he was only pretending to snore, pretending to sleep. All the while he was listening to Dick and Beverly, covertly watching their every move.
As they had exchanged partners earlier, Dick had become so wrapped up in,, so carried away with his newfound double pleasure that he no longer knew or cared on which side of the bed his clothes and pistol were. Steve had been proud of his mother and sister, both outdoing themselves to please this strange, confused young man. He wondered if they were really so crazy about Dick's long, thick, arrow-headed cock if both of them could have actually fallen so precipitously in love with him as they pretended.
Steve was certain, though, that Dick was just as crazy about Beverly and Val as he repeatedly said he was. After all, he and his companions were in complete control, and he had no reason to play-games, or lie.
As Steve reached down to the floor to pick up Dick's pistol and slip it under his pillow, he kept his- eyes on the two of-them,, alert for any movement that Dick might make. Next he lifted Dick's pants from the floor, eased his wallet from the hip pocket, dropped the pants, and riffled through Dick's identification cards. His eyebrows skidded upward to discover that Dick, whose real name was Ricardo Bianchi, lived right here in the city, miles away, in the eastern suburbs, but. still in the city. His birth' date was March 15,1955, making him three years and one day younger than Steve.
Other notes, cards, and photos in the thick wallet told Steve more about Dick and his family, and how he had gotten so much information on the Martingales. Marcus (Marc) Bianchi, Dick's father, was a big political figure and union boss. Earlier he had often had business dealings with Cleveland Martingale, and suddenly Steve realized what those dealings entailed the dirty money that Dick had come to collect.
He flipped open the accordion-folded plastic photo containers, and gasped at the photos of Gina Bianchi that her brother had not shown him. Except for the one on top, the one in which she was clad in a string bikini, she wore not a stitch of clothing in the dozen snapshots. They were all in full color, and most of them were ass shots.
There were shots of Gina on her knees with her perfectly beautiful ass hiked to the camera and her lovely face smiling back over her shoulder. There were a couple of her standing, bent at the waist, legs spread wide, grinning upside down from between her knees. The most revealing ones had her on the floor, rolled up on her shoulders with her toes touching the floor behind her head. Her wide spread thighs, parted asscheeks, and wide open cunt were the focal points of these photos.
She was so beautiful that Steve spent as much time looking at her face as her cunt. Her long, wavy hair was blue-black, her thickly lashed eyes were inky purple. Her lips were so voluptuously sexy that Steve's cock jumped even harder just from staring at them. She was hairy, and Steve was a hair freak. He loved hairy armpits and hairy legs, as well as a thick bush of cunt hair, and Gina had an abundance of hair in all of these places.
Steve couldn't understand how Dick could get her to pose for such pictures, and not fuck her. He knew that were she raised in his household, that he would have fucked her long ago. He knew that some way, somehow, he was going to manage to get his cock in her beautiful ass, no matter where she lived.
"I'll be goddamned," he whispered to himself, "and I'm the dude who never believed in love at first sight before."
Looking farther through the plastic windows, he found the bikini-clad photo of Mona that Dick had showed him. Like Val and Bev, this dark haired mother and daughter team looked enough alike to be twin sisters. The difference between them was the difference of age, maturity, and body size.
Where Gina was hairy, Mona was many times hairier; she even possessed a thin, visible mustache over her fat, pouting lips. From under the legs of her bikini, thick ducktails of shiny black hair sprouted, and ran in wisps and curlicues down her plump, smooth thighs. Both of them looked as hot as chili peppers; they seemed to be enveloped in a shimmering halo of sexual readiness and desire.
Looking deeper into the collection, Steve could not suppress a tiny whistle of amazement to discover that Dick had taken more photos of Mona, obviously when she was not aware that she was being photographed. These secret snapshots caught her in all of her naked glory. Mona ascending the stairs, Mona lying asleep on the couch with one leg thrown over the back, Mona bending over the bathtub, Mona on her hands and knees, peeking under the bed for some lost item, Mona putting on and pulling off her panties.
"Okay, Dicky, ol’ pal," Steve chuckled as he slipped the wallet back into Dick's pocket, "it looks like the shoe is about to be transferred to the other foot."
Pulling the pistol from under his pillow, he checked the bullet chamber. It was fully loaded. Flipping the chamber out, he ejected three of the cartridges into his hand. They were strangely light. He looked at them and discovered that instead of heavy lead noses, all the shells were crimped closed at the tip of the casing. Blanks. The pistol was loaded with blank cartridges.
He almost laughed out loud as he reloaded the gun and dropped it back to the floor. "These turkeys," he whispered gleefully to himself, "these silly-dilly, knuckleheaded jive turkeys this thing gets better every minute I wouldn't have missed it for the world."
Now he didn't care if Dick woke up or not. Now he was in complete control of the situation, and he intended to play it to the hilt. Sitting up in bed, he looked down at his sleeping mother and shook his head in wonder at her childishly innocent beauty. She lay with a tendril of her golden hair draped over one long lashed eye. Her full lips were opened in a tiny O, as though she were about to whistle or kiss or suck a cock. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing deep, her lushly thatched loins open and inviting.
Glancing over at Beverly and Dick, he saw that they were both still asleep, but even in her sleep, Beverly was grinding her belly against Ms, softly, slowly, her ass rising and falling as the deep, clutching hole pulled his passively stiff boner in and out in and out.
Feeling like the king of the world, Steve rolled over between his mother's thighs, dropped forward, and caught himself on his right elbow. Reaching down with his left hand, he gently fingered her slick, wet cunt for a moment, then guided his cock into her pulsating juiciness slowly, deeply, pausing for a long, sensation-savoring moment, with the head pressed against her womb.
As he withdrew to the head, and began his long, leisurely stroking, Valerie's eyes blinked open, and her arms and legs automatically flipped up and around his neck and back.
"Helloooo, my darling, my lover, my son," she cooed, sleepily, "what a perfectly delicious way to wake mommy up. What time is it?"
"It's five a.m.," Steve said, looking at his watch. "I'm afraid it's going to be a long, exciting day, and I wanted us to get an early start."