The following morning Marc called the Records Department and spoke to the supervisor. "Jack, my new secretary is having a problem locating one of the files, Onstatt and Withers. It's my account and I was wondering where the hell it's at."
"I'll run a quick check, Marc-perhaps the new girl mis-filed it."
"I don't think so-I haven't worked on it for several days-but let me know what you find out?"
An hour later, with the Onstatt file on his desk, Marc called Personnel and asked to have Betty replaced by Lorna. He explained the situation to the personnel manager and added, "Betty's an excellent girl, Todd, but she's off so often, and I keep looking up and finding a new face trying to figure out what the hell I want."
"I understand, Marc. I'll notify Payroll and have Betty reassigned to the pool-if you're sure the new girl will work out."
Marc smiled up at Lorna as he ran his hand between her legs and touched her pubic hair. She returned his smile as he encountered her naked pussy beneath her short skirt. "Ah, yes, Todd, I've got a feeling she's going to work out fine."
As he replaced the receiver, he stroked the girl's naked cunt and told her, "There's a time for work and a time far play let me know when you run out of work."
"I'll do that, Mr. Andrews," she said huskily and leaned forward to kiss him lightly as he fondled her cunt.
When Lorna had left the office Marc sat back and thought about the new relationship-it was the first time in years that he had put any energy into seducing a woman. He had learned long ago that it was an exercise in futility to seek sex in return for dinner and dancing, and it seemed that every time he had done so the female wanted a ring on her finger in return for sexual favors. Rape was much simpler to his way of thinking-there were no emotional entanglements, no obligations, and despite the ends he often went to to accomplish a sexual encounter, he found it was also cheaper in the long run. The only drawback, as Marc realized, was the fact that someday he might get caught. But that was a dark shadow he had learned to live with, and, as he lived with it, he stayed, aware of that possibility by going to lengths the usual rapist would not consider. For, unlike most rapists, Marc did not want to get caught-he did not want to punish himself. But as he thought about it, he questioned himself: was the situation with Lorna any different from his elaborate rape scenes? He had, in a sense, forced her against her will to have sex with him the fact that she enjoyed it, notwithstanding. Now, if she was content with the job and nothing more, perhaps they might enjoy a decent relationship, free of expectations.
The weekend arrived and found Marc nervously awaiting nightfall on Saturday. Friday evening he had gone to the Towne residence retrieved the second tape and removed the recorder; then he had entered the house through the patio doors and checked the layout. It was a modest three-bedroom home with a large family room located just off the dining room. He was careful not to disturb anything, and he left the house as he had found it. The second tape had confirmed for him that Peter Towne would be gone until Monday and that his wife had no plans for Saturday evening. Cindy, however, had spoken to her boyfriend and they had plans for a movie-which was no problem as far as Marc was concerned. She would simply be a little late for the "party" he had planned for the Towne household.
An hour after sunset, Marc drove to the lot where he kept his second automobile and exchanged his Porsche for it. The excitement welled in his loins as he drove across town to keep his appointment in the quiet neighborhood where the unsuspecting young housewife sat quietly before her television, having told her stepdaughter-to be in early.
Barbara Towne stretched lazily and got up from the recliner. She crossed the room to the bar and poured a liberal amount of vodka into a glass, dropped in an ice cube, then filled the glass with orange juice. She looked about the comfortably furnished den and sighed heavily. She was lonely and she was bored. Pete's trips out of town were becoming more frequent and it seemed his thirst for money outweighed his thirst for his wife. Barbara had given much thought to the possibility of just such a situation before she had consented to marry Pete the year before, but she had found his mature manner extremely refreshing following a bad marriage with her first husband-a man her age with none of Pete's savoir faire. Now she longed for some of the crazy, childlike stunts that her first husband had constantly surprised her with.
Again she sighed and thought, Well, at least my life with Pete is predictable… even if it is boring as hell! And even her stepdaughter had cooled to her following her marriage to Pete, and the relationship Barbara had hoped for had never come to pass between them. The girl, who was nearly seventeen, seemed to resent her presence in the home, and she had become both jealous and overprotective where her father was concerned. But Barbara knew the girl would be gone in just a few short years and then, perhaps, her problems would be over-perhaps Pete would spend a little more time with her and less time trying to make enough money to meet their expenses.
Barbara drained her glass and poured herself another drink. She was feeling a little light-headed from the strong liquor, but she didn't care-it helped soothe the lonely ache she felt inside as she looked about the empty house, and it helped to dull another ache she had been carrying around in her lovely young body for some weeks-the ache of unanswered sexual needs. Sex for Pete was usually a Saturday night obligation and, invariably, Barbara was left wanting after a hasty hick and a kiss goodnight. She wanted some excitement and sensuality in her life-but it was not to be found in the Towne house-hold.
Standing at the bar, she drained her glass again and poured in just vodka. She dropped another ice cube into the clear liquid and tasted it. She was getting drunk, and she knew it, but at that moment drunk was more appealing than lonesome. She looked down at her body and felt a chill go through her loins-she was wearing a pair of powder-blue hip-huggers and a short halter top. Beneath, she was bra-less, and as the liquor coursed through her veins like liquid fire she found herself suddenly aroused. She set the glass on the bar and lifted the short hem of her blouse to cup her full breasts with her hands. As she massaged them, she felt the nipples stiffen, and she licked her lips as she closed her eyes and imagined that the hands belonged to someone else.
Standing in the darkness of the kitchen, Marc looked on as the lovely young housewife fondled her own tits, and he smiled beneath the ski mask he wore. He had been right in choosing this family, he thought, as Barbara let her right hand move slowly and sensually over her naked belly to snake inside her tight-fitting pants. Her hand made an obscene bulge as it made its way downward toward her pussy, and Marc felt his prick rising as the woman began rubbing her cunt while she fondled her own tits.
This was going to be a bit different, he thought, as he stepped from the darkened doorway of the kitchen and entered the den. He moved silently and quickly to where the woman stood, leaning against the bar, fingering herself lewdly with her eyes closed.
"Is that good?" he asked softly.
Barbara gasped aloud and opened her eyes to find a masked person standing before her. A look of shock crossed her face and then she blushed deeply as she realized she had been caught masturbating herself. "Oh!" she cried, and looked at the figure all dressed in black. Her eyes went to his gloved hands and she suddenly realized the intruder had broken into her, home. "Wh… what do you want?" she asked in a trembling voice, as she tried to move back and found herself trapped between two barstools.
Marc reached out and took hold of her wrist. "You," he said softly.
"Oh, God!" Barbara exclaimed. "You're going to kill me!"
"No!" he told her firmly, "I'm not here to hurt you, Babs… quite the contrary-providing you don't resist me."
As his words sunk in, Barbara pulled herself up straight and told him, "My… my husband is due home any time… and our daughter is… "
Marc laughed and cut her off as he exerted a bit of pressure on her slender wrist. "Your husband is in Sacramento and won't be back until Monday-and Cindy has gone to a movie with her boyfriend, Donny." He saw the look of confusion on her face and added, "Pete's away pretty often these days, isn't he, Babs?"
She shook her head in confusion-the fact that he knew all of their names stunned her, and she suddenly felt that this man was someone they all knew. How else could he know so much about them? "I… I don't understand," she said and shook her head. "How could you know that-I mean who are you?"
Again Marc laughed and pulled her to him. She struggled feebly for a moment, then went limp in his arms as she realized she was no match for his strength. "I know all about you, Babs. Who I am doesn't matter-but what I am, does." As Marc spoke to her softly, he ran his hands over her full buttocks and then under the sheer, blouse she wore. She shivered at his touch and as he moved his gloved hands over her tits. She shuddered involuntarily and felt her body responding to his caress.
"What you are?" she questioned cautiously.
"Yes… I'm a man who's come to pleasure you; Babs-we're going to do things that you've been dreaming about-longing for. And we're going to have all night, all day tomorrow and tomorrow night to do them in!"
"Oh…" she said, as his hands lifted her blouse and pulled it over her head easily. Standing half naked before the stranger, Barbara felt a sudden thrill-it was almost as if her prayers had been answered. Then his words sank in. "But… but what about Cindy? She'll be home in an hour or so."
"I know, I know," Marc told her, and leaned forward to close his mouth over the erect nipple of her left breast.
Barbara looked down at the mouth behind the ski mask as it opened, then sucked the nipple of her tit into its erotic wet warmth She shivered again and thought about her teenage stepdaughter, Cindy. Marc raised his head, she questioned, "But she's only a child-surely you wouldn't… "
"Fuck her?" he laughed. "Babs, before this weekend is over you may well learn that Cindy is not so much of a child as you think!" He stood back from her. "Take off your pants!"
"But…" she began to protest.
"Or I'll take them off for you!" he cut her off.
Barbara unsnapped the catch at her side, then drew down the zipper as the man watched. She felt the cool rush of air on her sweaty body as she drew down the tight-fitting stretch pants and stepped Out of them. She looked up and caught his nod, and she pulled down the bikini briefs and removed them too. Marc reached for the bottle of vodka on the bar and splashed a measure into the woman's glass. He tasted it, then handed it to her. She took it with nervous fingers and drained it, closing her eyes as she did.
Barbara opened her eyes and blinked as the fiery liquid burned her throat. She gulped as she saw Marc drew down the zipper of his pants and leer at her through the slitted eyeholes of the ski mask. She swallowed thickly and felt a sudden fear of this unknown man who had forced her to strip naked in the den of her own home, then talked about what he was going to do to her and her stepdaughter. The fear rose in her throat as she stared dumbly at his open fly-she could see the dark, coarse pubic hair inside his pants, and, from the bulge just below, she knew that he was aroused. She began shaking her head from side to side slowly as he reached out again and touched her bare tit with the tips of his gloved fingers. She shivered at his touch and stifled back the scream that threatened to escape her lips.
He asked softly. "Isn't this what you really want, Babs?" She looked at him as he spoke, for his voice seemed totally out of the context of his frightening appearance. "Go ahead-there's no one here but you and I… and when you thought you were alone, you were about to fingerfuck yourself."
"Don't… don't talk that way to me!" she protested loudly and surprised herself at the tone of voice that came from her fear-constricted throat.
Marc laughed as the woman raised her hand to her mouth and covered it. "Do the words make the act any more or less than it actually is, Babs?" He laughed again and stroked her quivering belly. She drew back from him and found the hard edge of the bar pressing against her back. "Be honest with yourself… you want me to take you-to force you to do things you've been dreaming about… you want me to suck your pussy-fuck you and let you suck my prick… admit it!"
"Nooo!" she wailed, and buried her face in her hands as the obscene words assaulted her ears. "Noooo! Just go away-leave me alone please, I won't tell anyone, I promise… I promise!"
"I'll go away, Babs, but not just yet I came here to have sex with you-and with Cindy. Grand and glorious sex-just the three of us-sucking and fucking and playing with each other's bodies. Have you ever made love with another woman?"
Her face burned hotly and she felt dizzy suddenly as his words became more and more, obscene. She lowered her hands from her face and saw that he had pulled his prick out of his trousers. She gasped at the sight of it-standing out stiffly from the fly of his pants and she shook her head again as she whined, "Noooo… please, don't make me do those things!"
"No, I won't make you… but you'll do them and you'll do all that I ask you to do because you'll want to!" and he reached for her hand and guided it to his throbbing prick.
Barbara felt his hot throbbing flesh against the palm of her hand and, again, she was torn between fear and desire. The hot cock in her hand represented all that she had longed for during the past lonely weeks, but as she curled her fingers about its pulsing girth she felt the fear of the unknown gnawing at her insides. Slowly, the fear subsided and, as the man made no moves toward her, she closed her eyes and began pulling gently at his prick of her own volition.
"That's better, Babs," he told her and moved forward a step to guide her other hand to his prick. He stood there very still then as the woman rubbed the sensitive flesh of his prick head with her fingers and fondled the length of it with both hands. He watched the subtle change come over her as she licked her lips and her breathing became shallow. He knew that, playing with his prick as she was, she was becoming aroused again, and it would only be a matter of time before she felt safe and relaxed enough to throw off the mantle of fear that the majority of his victims wore in the beginning.
As she manipulated the warm flesh of the man's cock, Barbara felt her excitement rise and she swallowed back the fear as it diminished and was replaced with lustful thoughts of the instrument she held in her hands like a precious jewel. She stroked the satin flesh and felt it pulse strongly as she moved her own body closer to his. Almost unconsciously, she thru St. her hips forward to rub the head of his throbbing prick against her mat of pubic hair Marc looked down as she moaned and saw the bulging head of his prick buried in the wiry growth above her pussy. She spread her legs slightly and, as she did, the smooth head of his prick came in contact with the moist flesh of her hot cunt. He saw the honey-colored hair on either side of her cunt lips, and he raised his hands to her shoulders as she began rubbing his prick up and down the length of her pussy and moaning as though she was in pain.
"Ohhhh… Ohhhhh she sobbed, as she felt his hot flesh against her own. And she leaned to him as his hands took hold of her shoulders. Again, unconsciously, Barbara leaned forward and felt the coarse material of his clothing against her jutting tits. The sensation sent a thrill through her a young body as she realized she was completely in this man's power-that she had no will of her own and that she wanted it that way!
Marc closed his mouth over hers as she shoved the head of his prick into her sopping cunt. She sobbed as he forced his tongue into her mouth and ran his hands down her sides to fold around the full cheeks of her naked ass.
"Yes," she breathed heavily, "Yes… God, yes I do want you-I do want to do all those things you said… I want you to fuck me… to suck me, God how I want you?" she sobbed, and covered his masked face with kisses as he pulled her to him. "God, get naked!" she groaned as their mouths parted. "Let me feel you all over-it's been so long, so long?"
Marc experienced-a feeling of triumph as the woman submitted fully to him. And, as always, his excitement rose as he recognized in her the thing he seemed to find in common with all the women he draped." And that thing was lust.
He led her across the room to the long, low divan that set before the fireplace, and he told her to be seated. Then he returned to the bar, mixed them both a drink and turned off the television and all lights but the small one behind the bar. It cast only a feeble light to the rest of the spacious den and from where he stood by the bar he could only make out the dim outlines of Barbara's features across the room. Going back to her, he handed her the drink and she took it without speaking. She sat there quietly as he removed his clothing and finally he was naked save for the ski mask and his gloves. As he pulled off his gloves, he looked down at her and smiled at the obvious apprehension she was experiencing.
"Nothing like you thought it would be, is it, Babs?"
She shook her head and sipped the straight vodka slowly. "No… I, that is, I don't suppose rape ever is what a woman thinks it's going to be."
Marc drained his glass and set it aside. He moved close to her and took hold of his prick to hold it steady just inches from her mouth. "Can you call this rape?"
She licked her lips and looked at his pulsing shaft so close to her mouth. "No… not really… yet it is," she shook her head. "I don't know-I'm so confused."
"Then let me help you to understand," he said softly and moved closer.
Barbara looked up at him and in the dim light it was as though she were looking up at the Devil. The slitted eyes of the ski mask with its wide gash for the mouth looked like a leering, evil face, and she experienced a moment of panic as she realized again that she wanted this! Setting her glass down, she reached up and took hold of his prick and brought it to her mouth. She licked out with her tongue, and the instant she touched the tactile surface of his prick head she shivered. Then his hands were on her head and he was forcing his swollen prick into her mouth. She struggled briefly as he plunged into her throat and she gagged. Then he pulled back and stroked her head tenderly as she swallowed and began laying the underside of his cock with her tongue.
"Suck it bitch!" he growled at her. "Suck my prick and feel my come run down your throat… suck it the way you've always wanted to suck one. No one can see you-we're all alone… suck it deep… use your tongue on it, Babs… that's it… that's it… I knew you wanted to suck my prick the moment I laid eyes on you-your mouth was made to suck cocks… suck it, you little cocksucker!"
Barbara heard the words and they excited her-no man had ever spoken to her in that manner before, and as she felt her mouth filled with his throbbing cock, she knew it was true-she wanted to taste his come wanted him to shoot off in her mouth, wanted to suck his prick! She moaned around his prick as her hands moved to his naked ass and she pulled him to her. Frantically, she ran her hands up and down the backs of his hairy legs and took more and more of his prick into her mouth. She felt it nudge the back of her throat and as it did, her nose touched his pubic hair and she realized… the nearly the entire length of his delicious cock in her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue around the head of his prick as he pulled back, and she knew that all she needed was for him to touch her and she'd explode! She ground her naked ass against the cushion of the couch and pressed her knees together as she felt his legs against her own.
Marc felt himself coming and he knew he could not, hold back-a vision of his own mother sucking his prick came to him then and he grabbed hold of the woman's short, honey-blond hair with his right hand and jerked her mouth off his prick. As he did, she gasped and looked up at him in sudden fear. Then his prick exploded and gushed out great globs of sticky white come. He spurted his load all over her lovely face as she writhed beneath his hand and the hot came splashed against her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. She moaned loudly and licked out to take a glob of it on her tongue. As she opened her mouth, Marc shoved his spurting prick back into her mouth and she sighed heavily as she sucked him dry. Finally, the contractions had passed and he stood panting over her as she kissed the head of his prick. She took her hand and wiped the come from her face to smear it over the length of his shaft; then she licked it clean. And as she did Marc saw that he had not lost his erection-her licking had kept it stiff and ready. Rubbing it over her cheeks, Barbara moaned again and looked up at him wistfully.
"Take me… God, take me now!" she said, and sat back on the couch, her legs splayed obscenely and her belly heaving as she sobbed in passion. Marc fell to his knees and pulled the ski mask off his face. He rubbed her thighs with both hands as he moved forward, and as he approached her sopping cunt with his mouth she shivered and threw her legs up over his shoulders, taking hold of his head to crush it to her cunt.
"Godddddd!" she wailed "Yesssss… now! Suck me… suck my cunt… I'm commmmmming!" And she thrashed about as his hot tongue moved in and out of her gushing pussy and found her clit high in the hairy gash. She jerked spasmodically and lifted her hips completely off the couch as her orgasm broke over her tortured body. He sucked her wildly as he realized she was not faking an orgasm but had been driven nearly to the brink while sucking his cock. He ran his hands up her body to clutch her heaving tits as she pulled his face deeper into her cunt and bounced up and down on the cushions of the divan. "Agghhhh! Ughhhhn.. Oh. God, Oh, God… OH MY GOD… YESSSSSSSI" And she quivered hotly as though in a death throw beneath his sucking mouth.
Barbara fought for breath as she felt herself pulled from the couch and onto the floor to lie beside the man who had just destroyed her entire illusory world. She felt his mouth on hers and she sucked his tongue greedily as he fondled her tits and placed her hand over his stiff prick. She was ruined for Pete, and she knew it-never again would she settle for a Saturday night obligation from her husband, and if she had to take to the streets to find another man like the one who was making love to her now, she would do it, and damn the consequences! She rolled over and felt his prick throb heavily in her hand as she, climbed atop him and guided it into her hot wet cunt.
"Yes… fuck me now!" she told him huskily. She sought his mouth again and rubbed her pelvis against his as his prick slid into that tight channel between her legs. "Ughhhnnn! You're so big… so fucking big and good!" she gasped as she entered her fully. "So good… so fucking good!" she cried obscenely as his hand cupped the full cheeks of her ass and pulled her body down to his.
Marc raised his hips slightly as he entered the woman's soft cunt; he felt the folds of flesh push aside as his prick forced its way into the clasping wetness of her body and, as she forced her tongue into his mouth, he was awed by her passion. It was tenfold what he had expected from her and, suddenly unleashed, it was almost to too much for him.
He fucked in and out of her hotly clasping cunt and felt her teeth on his shoulder as he moved his hands between their sweating bodies to cup her full tits and squeeze them strongly.
Above him, Barbara was enraptured with his body and the feelings she was experiencing as he moved hips in unison with hers. His prick slid in and out of her velvet tunnel to rub her swollen clit maddeningly. She bit and clawed and thrashed above him until an animal like cry came from deep in her throat and she felt her body stiffen as the first wave of her second orgasm washed over her, taking her breath away.
Marc felt her tense and he knew she was about to make it again. He had not been with her long enough to bring himself off, but it was of no matter-they bad ample time for him to gratify himself. And there was still Cindy-lovely Cindy-to think about. He held onto the wildly thrashing woman as she cried out again and dug her nails into his hips as she' bucked her loins against his in an effort to shove his prick even deeper into her spasming cunt.
"Iiiieeeee!" she wailed, and shuddered strongly against his sweated body. "Fuck… fuck… fuck meeeeee!" and she fell forward then, her body exhausted and her flesh wet with her own sweat and their combined juices.
Marc held her to him as she sobbed softly and regained her breath. Finally, he rolled her off him gently and stood up as the sound of an automobile came to them from the drive.
Barbara looked up at his dim form languidly and sighed, "That's Cindy… are, you going to fuck her too?" The tone of her voice transmitted far more than her words, for Marc had heard the same jealous tone before. He smiled down at her and pulled a piece of cord from his jacket pocket. He dangled it above her and let it trail over her sopping pussy.
"For appearances… " he told her "I'll release you after I'm sure how she's going to act. And he knelt beside the exhausted woman to tie her hands at the small of her back. When he had completed his chore, he rolled her over again, reached for his ski mask and kissed her softly on the mouth. "This might be more interesting than you think, Babs." Then he stood and pulled the ski mask over his face and reached for his trousers.
In the driveway, Cindy fought with her boyfriend as he tried to run his hand up her skirt. "Please, Donny!" she cried. "Is that all you ever think about?"
"Aw, come on, Cindy… have a heart… just let me touch it!"
"You're an animal!" she spit at him and threw open the door of the car. "I don't care if you never call again," she added, as she slammed it heavily.
"Shit!" the boy exclaimed and fired the engine of the car as the girl stalked to the house without looking back. "Fuckin' prick teaser!" The sound of his tires burning rubber sounded through the quiet neighborhood as he raced out of the drive.
Cindy stabbed her key into the front door lock and twisted it violently as the echo of the boy's car diminished in the distance. She was angry and hurt and her entire evening had been spoiled by his constant effort to get her to submit to him sexually. And she was angry with herself, too, for not having submitted. "Shit!" she said aloud and realized she had the wrong key; she used the proper key and was relieved to find all of the lights out-she really wasn't ready for a lecture from Miss Goody Two Shoes-Barbara. All she wanted to do was to run to her room, strip her clothes from her aching body and take her candle out from under the mattress where she kept it hidden. Then she'd be able to calm down long enough to go to sleep.
Cindy closed the door quietly, threw the latch and slipped out of her shoes. She bent down to pick them up and as she did, a gloved hand closed around her mouth and another took hold of her arm and twisted it painfully to the small of her back. A muffled scream came from her tightly covered mouth and she struggled until she felt her arm forced upward and she was raised to her tiptoes.
"Don't struggle, Cindy… no harm is going to come to you. Just don't cry out or resist… do you understand me?" Marc whispered softly in her ear as he released the pressure on her arm. She whimpered as he removed his hand from her mouth and pressed his body against hers.
"Who… who are you?" she asked in a frightened tone.
Twisting her other arm behind her, Marc tied them both quickly and whispered to her, "Who I am isn't important, Cindy… but what I am is."
Cindy felt her hands tied behind her and her panic rose as the man spoke to her in gentle tones. She didn't understand his meaning and she told him, "If you're looking for money, my father keeps some upstairs, and… "
Marc closed his hand about her mouth again and silenced her. He turned her then, holding her by her slender waist, and said, "Cindy… you don't understand. I'm not here to rob your parents-and I'm not here to hurt you. It's true I'm a thief, but I only steal one thing… "
Cindy looked at the man's and, as he spoke, his hands moved from her waist to her full young breasts. The implication of his wore suddenly clear to her. "Oh, no!" she cried, a gloved hands closed around her tits. "You… you're a sex fiend!"
Marc laughed quietly and pulled the girl to him. He held her frightened face in his hands and kissed her lightly on the mouth as she stood frozen with fear before him. She stiffened as his lips touched hers and, other than a faint quivering, there was no response to his warm kiss. As their lips parted, Marc told her, "I've been called worse." Then he took hold of her elbow and led her into the darkened den. As they approached the long divan that set before the fireplace, Cindy stiffened as she caught sight of her stepmother's clothing scattered about by the bat Marc stopped a few feet away from the divan and, as the girl's eyes became-accustomed to the darkness, she saw Barbara lying face down on.the floor, her hands bound at the small of her back-completely naked.
"Oh…" she mewed softly.
"She's all right," Marc assured the girl. "I haven't harmed her."
Cindy stood and looked at her stepmother's beautiful nude form lying just a few feet away, and an involuntary shudder went through her frightened young body. She was confused and excited at the same time, and, over that, fear welled up to give a nightmare quality to the, situation. She felt herself being led around the couch and, as the man released her arm, she sat down heavily and winced as she leaned back too hard on her bound wrists. She watched as the man removed something from his pocket and for the first time realized he was only partially clothed. My God, she thought, has he already done it to her? And with the thought came the obscene vision of the masked man sticking his prick into Barbara's lewdly exposed cunt as she whimpered in fear beneath him. She squeezed shut her eyes as she felt the man tying something about her head and a new surge of fear went through her as she realized she was being blindfolded.
Standing back, Marc pulled off his gloves, his trousers and then his ski mask as Barbara looked up at him questioningly. Kneeling beside her, he slipped the cord from her wrists and whispered, "Don't you think it's time she received an education, Babs?"
The woman sat up and rubbed her wrists as she looked at the helpless girl sitting on the couch. She licked her lips and envisioned this man doing all the things to Cindy that he had done with her, and a thrill went through her body. She felt her pulse pounding heavily in her temples and the giddiness she had experienced earlier seemed to return as she realized he intended to do that very thing-with or without her approval. Barbara had never had sex with another woman, though she had fantasized it on a number of occasions. She had read a great deal on the subject of lesbianism, and though she had never actually admitted it to herself-beyond the fantasies-she was highly intrigued by the idea. Now she had the opportunity, and the excitement welled in her lush body as she sat up and reached for Marc's prick and kissed him passionately.
"Yes," she said as their lips parted and she felt his prick grow stiff in her hand.
Marc took hold of Cindy's arm and pulled the girl onto the floor between them. She cried out softly as she felt herself being pulled off the couch, but she offered no resistance. Marc placed a finger to his lips and then, held up a hand as Barbara looked at the gift expectantly. She licked her lips again, then sat back and watched. Marc removed the light sandals the girl wore and tossed them aside. He ran his hand up the back of her smooth calf and stopped just short of the hem of her dress. Then, he lifted the garment and exposed the white panties the girl wore. Running his hand along her exposed thigh, he stopped an inch from her crotch and asked her, "Has a man ever done this to you before, Cindy?"
"Oh, please!" she begged him. "Don't hurt me don't do anything to me… please! You've got Barbara… don't do anything to me!"
Marc glanced at the woman and saw the smile on her face as the girl suggested he use only her stepmother. "Now, that wouldn't be fair would it? Besides, you haven't answered my question," and he closed his hand around her panty-covered cunt and squeezed lightly to find the material damp. "Has any man ever touched you there… on your pussy?"
"Please… leave me alone!" she cried, "I… I've never done anything like that… ever!"
Marc looked at Barbara who sat smiling. The woman shook her head slightly, then Marc stood and said a little more loudly, "I know-you're embarrassed to say anything in front of your stepmother come on, Babs… I think it's time you were locked up somewhere!" and he went through the motions of hauling the woman to her feet and together they stumbled to the bar-Barbara pretending to protest. Marc looked around and saw the woman gesture to a closet at the far end of the bar; he nodded and walked quickly to the door, opened it and bumped the door as he slammed it and said, "And don't make any noise!"
Together, they walked back to where the girl sat with her knees drawn to her chest. Marc knelt beside her and placed a hand on her leg. "She s locked in the closet, Cindy and she can't hear us. I know you didn't want to say anything in front of her." He glanced at Barbara as she sat quietly on the floor a few feet away, a look of mild curiosity on her lovely face.
"I… I really haven't… I mean, with a man," the girl whined as Marc's hand forced her legs down and moved to her cunt again.
"But you've wanted to, haven't you?" He stroked her cunt through the thin material of her panties and she squirmed under his touch. "Come on now, you can be honest with me, Cindy."
"I… I don't know…"
Marc moved his hands up and began unbuttoning the girl's sweater, and as he opened it to find her jutting young breasts confined in her bra, he smiled and leaned in to nibble her tit through the heavy material. Cindy attempted to move back from him, but his hands were behind her, freeing the catch, and as he unfastened it, he reached up and tore the shoulder straps free. Pulling the garment from her body, he lowered his head again to her tits and licked each one several times, then sucked her turgid young nipples into his warm mouth. She shivered slightly but offered no resistance as his hands cupped one breast and then the other. Finally, he sat up and looked at the girl's face-she had her mouth open and was breathing heavily. He kissed her as he fumbled with the wide belt at her waist.
At first she didn't respond, but he forced his tongue into her young mouth she seemed to sigh and began returning his kiss as he removed her and tore at the catch of her skirt. Pulling away from he glanced at Barbara-she was sitting with her legs wide spread and her fingers stroking her cunt as she watched, a look of sheer lust on her pretty face. Marc ripped the girl's skirt from her hips and she sat open-mouthed as he forced her panties down, then pulled them free of her legs. With her sweater hanging on her slender shoulders, the girl was nearly naked, and Marc forced her to lie back as he lay down beside her. He moved his hand over the soft swell of her belly and leaned down to whisper softly in her ear. "Have you ever thought about having someone eat your pussy, Cindy? I know you've sucked Donny's prick, and I know he's wanted to fuck you… but how do you think it would feel to have a person's mouth right here?" And as he spoke, Marc ran his finger over the hair-lined lips of her pussy and spread them.
"Uhhhh… Oh, please… please!" she whimpered.
"Please what, Cindy? Do you want me to stop-do you want me to suck your cunt-do you want to suck my prick?" And he began stroking her tight young cunt more deeply. His finger working between the moist folds and finding her clit beneath its fleshy hood at the top of her cunt. He stroked her softly and, as he did, she began a slow motion with her hips. Marc shoved his finger deep inside her then, with a violent thrust, and the girl stiffened as he told her, "Hey… you're not a virgin… how do you explain that?"
"Oh, damn you! Damn you!-" she cursed as his finger penetrated her cunt deeply.
In reply, Marc threw his leg over hers and kissed her passionately as she writhed beneath the finger fucking lewdly in and out of her young cunt. Cindy felt his throbbing prick-against her leg and she imagined the size of it beside the slender candle she used to masturbate. She felt it twitch warmly on her thigh and as the man's-tongue speared into her wet mouth, a new thrill went through her as she realized she was finally going to get fucked-by a many She moaned as his tongue left her mouth and he fingerfucked her with a mounting rhythm. Forcing her tongue into his mouth, Cindy lifted her hips slightly as his finger went even deeper into her tightly gasping cunt. As their mouths parted, she panted for breath as she told him, "Oh… good… that feels so good higher… do me higher!"
Marc obliged and lowered his head to her right tit, sucking the nipple into his mouth greedily as he rubbed her blood-swollen elk with his middle finger. He lifted his head as he felt a hand on his shoulder and he found Barbara standing beside him, staring down at the writhing form her young stepdaughter on the floor. Marc moved aside and, immediately, she took his place. He looked on in fascination as the woman's hand moved over the girl's tits and moved to her smooth belly; then, as her fingers touched the sparse growth of pubic hair above the girl's cunt, she spread her legs widely and Barbara closed her entire hand around the teenager's pussy. A look of wild abandon crossed the older woman's face as she lowered her mouth to the girl's jutting nipple and sucked it in passionately. Cindy moaned as her stepmother's finger entered her cunt and she thrust her hips upward again as Barbara found her clit and massaged it gently. Marc ran his hand over Barbara's sleek thigh as she sucked the younger girl's tits and fingerfucked her tenderly. He rubbed the swollen head of his cock over her ass cheeks and shoved forward a bit as the woman lowered her mouth to the girl's navel and tongued her wildly there. Barbara went lower and, as her chin touched the girl's pubic mound, Cindy groaned and lifted her hips upward.
"Yes… " the girl said huskily. "Do that to me what… you said… kiss me down there… please eat my pussy!"
Barbara lifted her head and glanced at Marc; he nodded and urged her on. Moving around between the girl's widely spread legs, the woman lowered her head to the girl's crotch and kissed the inner parts of her thighs as she reached up and took hold of the girl's tits and squeezed them gently Again, the girl moaned and lifted-her hips. As she did, Barbara looked at her young cunt and swallowed-drily as she realized fully what she was about to do. She closed her eyes then and opened her mouth as she moved upward and touched the pouting lips of the girl's pussy with her tongue. A faintly acrid taste came to her and she found it somehow familiar as she closed her mouth around the young girl's pussy and began tonguing her wildly.
Marc looked on in excitement and somehow he knew it was the woman's first time with her head between the legs of another female. The thought aroused him even more as he realized, too, that it was probably the first time young Cindy had had her pussy sucked. Moving up to her, he leaned over and kissed her. As his lips touched hers, the girl stiffened momentarily-and it was obvious that he thought it was her captor sucking her cunt. But she relaxed as his tongue probed her mouth and she began sucking it with little cat-like mews and whimpers as his hand came in contact with Barbara's on her tits.
"Is that good, baby?" he questioned, as he lifted his mouth from hers. He saw her swallow then she simply moaned and licked her lips again. "Do you know who it is? Do you know who's sucking your cunt?" Again, she whimpered and rolled her head from side to side. Marc glanced down at the older woman as she moved her hands from the girl's tits and under plump little ass cheeks as she tongued her furiously.
"That's Babs, your stepmother!" he told her and kissed her again.
"Ughhhnn… Oh, Babs… Oh, Babs…" the girl wailed as she thrust her hips upward and writhed beneath the woman's sucking mouth. "Yes… love me… suck me… Oh, God, it's so good… soooo good!"
Barbara lifted her face and looked up at the girl to find her contorted with lust. Marc smiled at her and laid a hand on her head to urge her down gently again to the girl's cunt. As she resumed her sucking, Marc reached beneath the teenager's body and released the cord at her wrists. As she brought her hands out from behind her back, her right hand sought his throbbing prick and her left hand went to her stepmother's head to force it down further on her aching young pussy.
Marc removed the girl's blindfold and kissed her softly on each eye as she squeezed his swollen prick in her small hand. "This is going to be an education for you both," he told her and looked again at the older woman as she sucked the girl's cunt with lustful passion.
"I want to suck your prick!" Cindy told him, squeezed him again.
Rising up, Marc kissed her, then said, "I wouldn't disappoint you for the world, Cindy."