He was so numbed by the wanton, writhing, yearning body of his stepdaughter, so appalled by his own lustful reaction to the sight of her, and so engrossed in his thoughts about Ellen and her aloofness that he didn't see the car at first.
When he did, he immediately assumed it was Ellen's, simply because it was parked in her spot in the driveway. The sight of the willowy, graceful female form standing in the front doorway of his house didn't alter his first impression, either.
Until he saw that the slim body silhouetted by the light behind her was a little too slim, the hair a little too long and dark, the movements not quite right.
"Oh, Burke," she said in her husky, sultry way, coining up to him, standing very close, putting her delicate hands on his chest. "I was so mean to you on the phone. Darling, I came over to see what I could do. Please forgive me, Burke."
He looked at her. He was conscious of the tingling in his prick. Spraying his heated load against the side of Parker's house hadn't really helped still the fire within him. The heady scent of her perfume and her intimacy didn't help either.
"She still isn't home, Burke," Wanda said, slipping her arm about his waist and leading him into the house, her hip rubbing against his. "Now I'm worried, too."
"Thanks, Wanda," he choked, unable to keep his eyes from her lovely figure. He imagined the way she must have looked a little while ago, her thighs parted, her slim spine arched, her hips and beautiful ass shaking with orgasm as she gasped for him to came over and fuck his prick into her slippery cunt.
"I've called the police and the hospital, and there's nothing."
"I know."
"Tish isn't here either."
"I just came from where she is. She's staying with Ann Parker. I thought it best not to interrupt her and worry her." He finally managed to shift his eyes around enough to be looking straight into hers. "She'll be staying there the rest of the night," he choked.
The corners of her exciting mouth turned upward very slightly. "That's best, darling," she said huskily. She slid her hands along his chest to his shoulders, peeling his coat from him.
Burke held his breath. He was an unbelievable bastard. His wife was missing, and he'd just lusted over the sight of his young stepdaughter. Yet, his cock was tingling and throbbing again over the touch and the nearness of his salesgirl.
He fought with the urge, his fingers curling and uncurling at his sides. He ran his eyes furtively over the sleek body as it moved inside the simple, slinky, belted dress. The material outlined her sharp, thrusting tits, smoothed over the pert roundness of her ass when she bent slightly to lay his coat over a chair.
It twisted across her hip and made the slimness of her supple waist improbably thin. When she stood before him again and looked at him with those deep violet eyes, he wanted to crush her to him.
He wanted to feel her tits pushing against his chest. He wanted to cup her tight ass-cheeks in his hands. He wanted to finally fuck his tingling prick into her silky, exciting pussy and blast all the tension and frustration from his balls into her yielding, absorbing depths.
Luckily, the phone rang. He jumped, staring at it. He didn't recognize until later that she seemed completely unsurprised by the clanging intrusion. "Yes!" he barked into it, jamming it against his ear.
"I've got her, Chidsey," the voice snarled over the line.
"What?" He squinted, as if that would help him hear better.
"I was gonna snatch some jewels, but I took your wife instead, and it's gonna cost you a hundred biggies to get her back."
"What!" he cried again. He imagined for a moment that it was Jack Feeny playing a rotten gag on him, that they'd spotted him under the window somehow.
"You fuckin' asshole, pay attention!" the voice bellowed. "I've got her and I'm keeping her until you pay up, you got that? No cops, Chidsey, or you won't see her any more. And I'll snatch her hot-twated kid besides, you got that?"
Burke stood with the phone to his ear. For some reason, the sight of Wanda's slim body sitting on the couch where Ellen normally sat brought him around.
"How do I know you have her?" he asked finally.
There was a low chuckle that made him shiver slightly. "Just listen, Chidsey. Ever hear a hot-cunted two-dollar whore bang it off before? Listen."
Burke pressed the phone tightly to his ear. Then he heard the trembling moan, the babbling words of orgasmic fever.
"Ohhlihh, don't make me… don't fuck me so… ohhhhhh, God, I'm going to come! You're making me come! Ahhhhhhgh!"
The chuckle returned, low and evil. "With a sweet pussy like that and a mouth that sucks my cock like I've never had it sucked before, you must want her back real bad, Chidsey. Now that we understand each other, I'll let you think about it. Let your cock get good and stiff. You'll hear from me again, asshole."
The line went dead. Burke held it, his mind spinning. That had been Tish's voice. He could swear it had been Tish! Ellen would never scream so wantonly, so shudderingly. She would never suck that bastard's cock so…
His heart thudded.
Or would she?
"Burke, darling, what's the matter? What was it?"
Wanda's slim fingers were taking the phone from his hand. She was standing close again. He looked down at her, as if from a very great distance and yet right next to her, too.
"It was a guy. A mean-sounding guy," he faltered. "He said he had – had Ellen. He's kidnapped her. He wants…" Burke turned his head oddly and looked at her with a strange expression. "They're fucking her, Wanda. I heard her yelling. She was coming." His voice went hollow. "She was having an orgasm, Ellen!"
"He wants what, Burke?" Wanda asked quickly, her voice insistent. "Money? Do they want money? How much, Burke? How much?"
"I heard her, Wanda. She was having an orgasm! She yelled it out that she was coming…" He shook his head. "All these years…" He muttered.
Wanda gripped his arm and turned him back around and hugged her slim body tightly to his, pressing her sharp tits into his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist in such a way that his hands were draped over the round, pert swells of her buttocks.
"Poor Burke," she said. "Come over here, honey, and let me take care of you. Let me take good care of you."
He walked with her, letting her guide him. He felt stunned and betrayed all at once. Having seen Tish told him that there was nothing wrong with Ellen's sex drive.
Hearing her voice quavering over the phone just now told him that either she'd been deceiving him for seven years or that he was as lousy with her as the two guys he'd just watched.
The thought jolted through him. Lori hadn't thought he was lousy. She'd come with him. Had she been undiscriminating and ignorant, just as Tish and Ann were? Was he a lousy fucker?
He licked his lips. He looked at Wanda, seeing the glossy, raven hair, the thrusting tits, the curving hips and ass. She wouldn't be undiscriminating and ignorant. She would know whether he was a good fucker or a lousy one. And if she thought he was good, then there was only one explanation for Ellen's aloofness with him. The reason would rest with her, not with him. It would demand answering.
"Here, baby," Wanda said gently, her voice low and husky. "You stretch out here and lie down and let Wanda make you feel better."
She half pushed him onto the bed. He hadn't realized they were in the bedroom until just now. He looked up at her and saw the way her dress sagged away from her chest as she bent over and undid his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt.
He looked into the folds of cloth. He saw the slopes of her firm, perfect tits. They were naked the dress. He could reach right in and fondle them.
He swallowed. Would she let him? Of course, she would. God, she'd been taunting him every day in the store. She'd begged him to come over and fuck her just a little while ago.
"Wanda…" he croaked, his mouth suddenly dry. He could feel his cock throbbing and tingling again, the sensation even more intense now because of the press at his problems.
"I know, darling," she whispered. "Lie back. Let it happen, Burke. Don't try to fight it."
She yanked his shirt open and pulled the tails out of his pants. She stripped it from him and dropped it to the floor. She worked at his belt buckle.
She pushed him back onto the bed, slipping his shoes and socks off. Then she hooked her fingers around the waist of his pants and shorts and looked up into his eyes, her lips soft and moist and pursed in a terribly sultry way.
"It'll be all right this time, Burke," she said softly. "I want your prick inside me. You need to blast everything out of you, and I want it up my pussy, all of it, darling, every drop. If she came with them, then there's no guilt for you to come with me. Oh, darling, fuck me hard!"
She pulled his pants down, over his hips and ass, baring his prick. She looked at it, and her eyes widened with pleasure. He watched her, holding his breath. Her expression made his cock throb and fill to erection.
She worked his pants off his legs and then unbelted her dress and ran the zipper down her back and peeled out of it. She wriggled and squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps. He watched her, seeing the perfect tits, the line of her hips and ass that he'd lusted after so many times.
He saw the raven shadow over her pussy mound, and his prick pounded and swelled. She was perfect. She was a statue of the finest workmanship, of ivory tits and ruby nipples and amethyst eyes.
He watched her mount his hips breathlessly. Her thighs spread to either side of him and her pussy slit gleamed with just the silky sheen he knew it would have.
She stood over his middle on her knees, her cunt lips bloated and puffy, the slit between them pink and shining with her cunt honey. Her pert ass-cheeks were taut and quivering, and her tits jutted firmly from her chest, high and spaced wide, the tips pointing outward to the sides slightly.
She pursed her lips. She moaned softly with heat. She slipped her fingers around his hard, hard shaft and aimed it toward her leaking pussy.
"Ohhhh, Burke," she moaned.
"God! God!" he gasped, unable to keep his hips from lifting.
"Tell me first – I've got to know, darling. How much money did they want? How much?"
"Oh, God," he groaned, twisting, filled with intense heat, the head of his prick just slipping into the silk-lined haven of her pussy slit. The words left his mouth without thought, because there was no thought left in him, only anticipation, and yearning. "A hundred thousand," he groaned.
"Ahhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried, sinking down on his cock, her quivering, silky pussy sucking him up into her body.
She sat all the way down. He felt her round, tight ass-cheeks on the tops of his thighs. She began to rock and twist and hunch. Her pussy mouth clenched tightly around his prick.
The muscles inside her twat worked at his shaft, pulling and squeezing, sucking and milking. She was hot inside. Hot and wet. So slippery he'd forgotten just what a slippery, ready pussy felt like after the time with Ellen.
His hips lurched upward. His prick sank into lubricated silk to the root, to his balls. He felt as if he wanted his hips to fold so that he could enter her body totally, following the lancing spire of his throbbing prick.
"Ahhhhh, my God! My God!" he moaned.
"Ohhhhh, darling, I knew it would be like this! I knew your big hard prick would drive me wild! Ahhhhh, deeper, darling, fuck me deeper! Ohhhhh, you don't know how I wanted you to come over and fuck me!"
"Did you, Wanda? Did you really? You weren't just putting me on?"
She writhed and shook over his middle, her pussy slipping tightly up and down his cock. She made it twist and stab into one cunt wall and then the other inside her body. She nipped at the throbbing prick-head with her slick muscles until his balls uttered up and down between his thighs.
"Doesn't that tell you?" she gasped. "Does that feel like a pussy that doesn't want your prick pushing through it? Oh, God, darling, I'm going to come! Already, Burke! What a fucker! What a hard prick! Ohhhh, I love it! Love it!"
His chest swelled. His cock throbbed. He looked at her face. Her head was tipped back. Her tongue licked over her soft lips from one corner of her wide mouth to the other.
Her tits were like hard, sculptured marble cones. Her breath was stopped in her throat. Her whole body seemed to vent steam from every pore, as if she were so hot she was ready to explode.
He felt it in her cunt, in the depths of her slippery pussy. It milked his cock wildly for a moment, and then she let a cry of utter bliss tear from her lips.
"Ahhhhhh, I can't hold it! Darling, I'm coming! Burke! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ahhhhhh!"
It happened. He watched her, and he felt her, and he knew there was nothing faked about it at all.
He could barely believe his eyes or the way her sucking pussy tissues felt around his tingling prick. She was hot. Not like Ellen. Not at all like Ellen.
He lifted his hips. His ass shook under him. His sperm spilled from the end of his prick before it began spurting, and then it hosed up her cunt with jet after hot, slippery jet.
"Yaaaaagh!" he yelled, grabbing at her hips and her tits and her impossibly skinny waist, pulling her body against his, plowing his prick into the silken haven and letting it all blow from his shuddering body.
She lay against him when it was over. They gasped harshly. She snuggled her head into the hollow of his shoulder and nearly purred. Her pussy still sucked around his prick, and he could feel the incredible wetness inside her.
He didn't have to ask.
He'd been a good fucker without even trying. He rolled her over and got on top of her. She opened her eyes dreamily and sucked in her breath and looked at him in that hot way she had.
"Yes," she whispered huskily. "Oh, yes, again! Fuck me again, darling! Give me another one!"
He felt her silken, wet pussy muscles clamp and suck around his shaft and knew she was ready. He started. This time, he was going to really try.
Her legs slipped up around his hips, and he could feel her heels locking over his butt. She pulled and rocked, helping him slip and pump into her pussy.
His chest rolled against her hard tits. His lips crushed against hers until they were both gasping for air and feeling dizzy. Her pussy was split wide open, and he fucked his cock into her again and again, feeling the wet, fleshy lips wrap around his root and suck.
He fucked her until she was gasping. There was no rush this time. The urgency was gone. When she began to lift up and reach for her orgasm, he pulled his prick from her quaking hole and slid down her body, sucking her tits between his lips as he went.
"Ohhhh! Ahhhhh! Don't stop, Burke! Don't stop fucking me!"
He stared at her wet, pink pussy, parting the lips with his fingertips. He inhaled the heady aroma of her cunt honey and saw the throbbing, stretching nub of her standing clit.
He groaned as he dove into her pussy, his lips spreading, his tongue thrusting and licking at all the sweet juice running from her hot hole.
He'd even forgotten the taste of hot cunt. It jolted him. He licked the honey into his mouth and smacked his lips, savoring the sweet headiness of it, and then plunged back for more.
He tongue-fucked her until her hips pounded up and down on the bed. He slipped his hands under the tight globes of her round ass and tipped her cunt and drank from it as he would from a two-handled cup.
"Ahhhhh, wonderful, wonderful!" she cried. "I love it! God, I can't take any more, I'm going to come!"
He thrust his tongue into the slippery maw of her pussy and drilled her hole with it. His lips wrapped around her straining clit and sucked her to a frenzy of writhing, and then her breath exploded from her lungs in a cry of bliss.
"Ahhhhhhhgh!" she yelled, her hips churning, her pussy mouth pulsating around his imbedded tongue until her cunt honey foamed.
Burke's prick had never been harder or stiffer. It rammed into the bed as he sucked the last of her orgasm from her pussy. Then he was up and twisting at her thighs, making her torso turn over until she was on her belly.
She lifted her head and looked back at him over her shoulder, her lips slack, her lids hooding her eyes with passion.
"Ohhhhh, yes!" she groaned.
He'd only been thinking about it, only wondering if he dared. His hands were on her buttocks, parting them slightly. He was looking right at her pink-brown, puckered asshole.
With her groan of acceptance and desire, his prick nearly exploded in mid-air. Then she widened her thighs and lifted her ass up and back, spreading her cheeks wide with the tips of her own fingers.
He saw her ass-hole pulsate. He saw the lips of her draining, slippery pussy jutting down from the bottom of her crotch. He came up over her ass, his prick jerking and bucking.
The hard shaft plunged between her open cunt lips and sank all the way to the back of her cunt in one oiled lunge. Her head lifted, and a groan of pleasure escaped her lips.
"Ohhhh, that feels so good, I don't want you to take it out of my pussy! But darling, God, take it out!" she gasped heatedly, her whole slippery tunnel shivering and squeezing spasmodically.
He knew. He'd hoped, and now he knew.
He slid his prick backward. It was coated and slippery now. He lifted on his arms enough to look, and he saw that her fingers were imbedded in the soft, firm flesh of her cheeks as she held them wide apart for him.
She tipped her ass up higher. His cock-head speared toward the winking, pulsing little hole. He pressed forward, and the tip centered in the opening.
"Yes-s-s!" she hissed breathlessly, her anal ring squeezing and sucking already.
His mind went slightly dizzy. He couldn't believe this was really happening. He must be dreaming it, just as he'd been dreaming all the rest of the night's fantastic events.
He pressed forward, and he felt his cock-head stretch the tight ring open. It was dark and clinging and hot inside her ass. His prick kept going up and up, sinking between her cheeks.
He felt the squeezing and nipping all around his shaft, working lower and lower toward his root. When it was there, when he felt his hips flattening the globes of her ass, he knew he was all the way up her hot butt.
He heard her groan with terrible heat and felt her shudder all over. He was shuddering himself. He wasn't even aware of sliding his cock in and out of her ass, only of the blending of their passions and lusts.
It had never been this way for him. Not even with Lori. He suddenly realized what he'd been missing all this time with Ellen. The awareness made crazy thoughts go through his head thoughts of leaving her where she was, of not even trying to get her back, of fucking Wanda like this for the rest of his life.
Then his hips pounded up and down against her ass. Her butt cheeks clenched around his root and squeezed. Her anal ring nearly pinched his prick off at the root.
She was yelling. He was yelling. Her pussy drained a flood of cunt honey all over the sheet and her tits punched into the bed.
"God, fuck me, fuck me!" she babbled.
"I am! Wanda! God, I am! I'm alive! I'm fucking! Ah! I'm going to come! I'm going to shoot it all up your ass!"
"Yes, darling, yes! Ohhhhh, give it to me! Flood my butt! Make me come again! Now, Burke. NOW!"
He couldn't stop it. He felt his balls draw up and slap into the fleshy slit of her wet pussy. His prick throbbed and bucked and stretched incredibly far up her ass.
When she twisted and wrenched under him with orgasm, her cries stuck in her throat because of the intensity of her spasms, he lunged forward and let his prick erupt.
Sperm boiled from his cock and spewed into her asshole as if it would never stop. The clinging quality changed abruptly to silky heat, and her spasming anal ring slid along his shaft with an unbelievable kind of sensation.
When his prick was finally limp, he slid it from her quivering ass. They lay together on the bed, their arms around each other. His senses were filled with the heady perfume she wore, and he'd never felt so sated with sex in his life. It was a good feeling. He drifted off to sleep with it.
Sometime in the morning, he stirred. Something was happening to him. He felt that his cock was fully erect and throbbing. Then soft warmth surrounded it again, and there were butterfly sensations along the underside, just below the fiery cock-head.
He opened his eyes a crack and lifted his head groggily, just enough to see the raven pelt of glossy hair cascading over his lap and thighs.
He groaned and lay back, closing his eyes again. He lifted his hips high and felt his prick stretch into the depths of her sweetly sucking mouth.
He luxuriated over the way her lips and tongue worked over his shaft and blazing prick-head. He didn't even try to summon the strength to reach for her hips so that he could suck her sweet pussy at the same time. He simply lay back and enjoyed sensations he'd never felt before in his life.
His orgasm built. It came slowly and surely. It was going to be a big one. His hips lifted, and his cock throbbed threateningly. Ellen would not have done this much. This was the place where Lori would have stopped sucking him.
But Wanda didn't stop. She sucked harder, encouraging him. She wasn't going to stop, either, he could tell. The awareness of it blazed through him and made his cock swell to twice its normal size.
His hips shuddered uncontrollably, lifting high, making his prick sink into her pursed mouth and part way into her working throat.
He heard the slight sound just then, nearly a laugh. Just as his sperm began boiling up through his cock, he turned his head and glanced at the door.
Tish stood there, the morning sun behind her auburn hair, watching boldly and openly. His load shot into Wanda's mouth, filling it faster than her soft throat could swallow.
The room filled with wet sounds of sucking, and white, slippery sperm drained from the corners of her mouth as he yelled and shuddered and looked right into Tish's young, lust-filled eyes.
He knew it was Tish and not his wife, because Ann was with her. They both watched. Somehow, his stepdaughter seemed pleased with what she saw, for she put her hand over her pussy and squeezed it tightly, with little shakes.