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You're Nobody ... Ch. 01

By: Grouchojim



It all began when I went after the orange.

Well, not exactly. First, Mrs. Waxenberry came rushing out of the Fresh Market with her three kids trailing along behind her like baby ducks following their momma. 

What I didn't know at the time was that Mrs. Waxenberry' period was upon her and she was paranoid about leaving a red trail in her wake. It had happened to her back in high school while she was dancing on stage with Jack Singletary, thinking they were Fred and Ginger, which they were decidedly not. Anyway, she was not about to let it happen again, and so, ignoring her children who had piled up on one another when she reached her BMW and abruptly stopped to fumble in her purse seeking the elusive car keys which had (as usual) hidden themselves from her grasping fingers.

It would be kind to say that Mrs. Waxenberry merely panicked, however, due to her state of pending menstruation, to reduce her to an emotional condition relating to, or induced by the god, Pan would be putting it mildly. In short, she was a heavy bleeder.

Dread, fright, alarm, horror and outright terror come to mind as better descriptors of her state of mind at that precise moment. Irrational, awkward, bad-tempered, and difficult to deal with would also be considered factors within that same state of mind. 

And I chose that moment to make my unkempt presence felt. Bad timing? It couldn't have been worse. All I wanted to do was what I had been doing for several weeks – helping out with the grocery bags while she opened the car, set the kids in and hand the goodies to her so she could place them into the back of her SUV.

"Hi," I said. Thinking it as good an opening line as a homeless person might use to reduce the obvious prejudices' people seem to have against us when they actually see us.

Her subsequent scream, and those that followed, could have been used as new models for alarms in Kansas, Texas and Missouri to warn the good folks in those places of approaching tornados. 

Needless to say, Mrs. Waxenberry dropped the groceries, along with her purse on my foot. Wonder of wonders, the car keys plopped out and landed by my toes.

Still screaming, she snatched the keys and jammed them into the car's lock, promptly snapping the key off without having opened the door. 

People took note of her actions and began approaching. To their credit, none of them saw me as Jack-the-Ripper, or any of his descendants. But Mrs. Waxenberry never stopped wailing. I took her hand in mine and pressed the button on the remote she held clenched in her fist. 

The door lock sprang up and I opened the door for her. Once she was safely seated in her car she shut up.

The first of the by-standers arrived as I ushered the children into the back seat; leaving it to Mrs. Waxenberry to set them straight as to which car seat which child sat in. 

Of course I hadn't reckoned on her state of mind, she had stopped screaming, but was still in full panic mode. 

I did take some consolation in the fact that I hadn't done anything wrong, other than utter the singular word, "Hi," and set about gathering her spilled groceries. 

I still think that the first arrivals thought I was her husband and we had had some marital confrontation. And as I think about it now, the kids − all three of them − seemed decidedly unperturbed about matters. That would indicate, or seem to at any rate, that they had witnessed similar exhibitions on their mother's part in the not too distant past. 

But I digress.

After placing her groceries into bags as best I could and placing the bags in her BMW, I spied an orange just under the wheel of the car next to hers. I knelt down and reached for the orange − and at that exact moment − the driver of the car took off, running over my hand and making orange juice out of the orange.

It was my turn to scream. For some reason my outburst caused the driver to put his vehicle in reverse, and he ran over the hand a second time. I passed out at that point and am still grateful for having done so.

The driver, one Warren Klugman, was if possible, more horrified than me, and rushed to my side, spouting words of encouragement.

"Call a fucking ambulance!" I murmured.

"Yes, yes, of course," he replied, and a moment later he was shouting for someone to "Call a fucking ambulance."

I blacked out, and on awakening, found a paramedic at my side, asking if I had medical insurance.

I refused to answer him. I, of course, had no such thing. I had been unemployed for seven months at this time and any funds that I might have had were long gone. I had been working at the local newspaper in the advertising department, but when the ads began to dwindle, people were let go; and I was one of the first to go.

Suddenly in my right ear I heard a voice saying: "I'll pay. Don't worry, I'll pay for everything!"

It was an angelic voice with what I thought a certain heavenly quality to it. 

I passed out again when the paramedic did something to my hand, and woke up in the hospital only to see Klugman standing at my bedside.

"Who are you?" I said.

"I'm the crazy nut who ran over your hand."

"Twice," I said.

"Warren Klugman's my name... did you say 'twice?'"

"You ran over my hand twice. Forward and back. If I hadn't screamed louder than that nut job in the BMW, you might have run over it again. What's wrong with you people?"

"Oh," he said, and then seemed to brighten somewhat. "That woman..." he said, and reached into his pocket and handed me two-one dollar bills. 

"She wanted you to have this," Klugman said. "For helping her with the car and all," he finished lamely.

"I... um, want you to know that I'm taking care of your medical bills," he added quickly. "So, don't worry about a thing."

I saw several beads of sweat on his upper lip, and decided to test him. "You think I won't sue? You look like you've got money, why wouldn't I sue?"

"Sue? I... I hadn't thought of that. Should I call my lawyer?"

"Why ask me if you should call him?"

"I... I... I...." Klugman appeared incapable of responding and so I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. Whatever they'd given me for the pain in my broken hand was wonderful stuff, and I hoped I could find out what it was and where I might get more of it. But the clouds of sleep came and off I went.

When I woke up I was still in the Emergency Room, with the usual accelerated activity going on around me. I lay on a gurney, surrounded by a closed curtain. My hand hurt like hell. The first sounds that were recognizable came from the crazy klutz, Klugman.

"What should I do? I mean, what could I do? I ran over the guys hand... Of course someone called an ambulance... I panicked and told him I'd pay his medical costs... I don't know... No, it was the right thing, I mean; it is the right thing... No I haven't... Is he a good lawyer?"

And so it went. I guessed it was Mrs. Klugman on the other end, bombarding her husband with questions he had no answer for. A few short minutes later the curtain parted and an Indian doctor stepped up to the gurney and told me I had a badly broken hand, needed lots of bed rest and would be fine in about four or five weeks.

Klugman overheard him and chirped, "Great, that's great, wow, it's not all that bad."

"What do you mean, it's not that bad?" I said. "I'm a homeless guy. I need both hands to eke out any kind of subsistence in this fuckin' city."

I think it was my use of the word subsistence that threw him off balance, I never asked so I don't know that for a fact, but what followed certainly convinced me it was.

First of all, he apologized over and over, he hadn't seen me. He had no idea I was picking up an orange. He hadn't known he'd driven over the hand twice until I told him, and he couldn't understand how he'd managed to do it.

"Mr. Klugman," I said mustering up as much sincerity as I could. "I appreciate your picking up my medical bills. But might I suggest something to substantially lower your costs?"

"Sure... certainly... what?"

"Every day I stay here in the hospital will cost you a small fortune. All I need is bed rest. Why not let me stay at your place?"

"That... that's a great idea! We have plenty of room and my wife shouldn't mind too much."

"But she would mind my coming home with you?"

"She minds anything I do, except the paycheck I bring home."

"Oh, well...."

"But I like it! Your idea, that is. I could use someone to talk too. Someone to bounce ideas off of, you know?"

I nodded; words might only have served to defeat my purpose.

And so it came to pass that an hour or so later, I left the wheelchair at the entrance to the hospital and stepped into Klugman's Mercedes. 

Off we went, with him chattering all the way, telling me about the members of his family who would no doubt, welcome me with open arms.

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MRS. KLUGMAN

It didn't quite work out that way. Sheila, the wife, a slightly overweight brunette I guessed to be in her mid-forties, greeted me as if I was bringing the bubonic plague into her home. 

Klugman ignored all the signals she was sending and ushered me into the nearest chair which was in his living room.

We, Mrs. Klugman and I, studied one another. I don't know what she thought of me... well I can guess, but can't see myself writing about it. On the other hand, Sheila, as I came to call her, when I wasn't addressing her as the Goddess of Bitching; had distinctively Jewish features. That is to say, her nose had been straightened and was now long and delicate. She had a heart-shaped face, long black hair that bobbed over her forehead. Her eyes were set wide apart and slightly tilted and her gaze was direct, frank, unabashed, one might say, filled with daggers that failed to pierce my heart but had ripped Klugman's to pieces many times over.

She also had dazzling white teeth, no doubt caped, whitened and paid for by my new buddy, Warren Klugman. And did I already mention she was about fifteen pounds overweight?

After tempering several scathing remarks about bringing home riff-raff, she left Warren and me to, "sort things out." By that I assume she meant for him to find me a flop house to reside in while I recovered from my hand injury.

Warren, who I was finding to be a genuinely nice guy, bade me sit down in his favorite easy chair, gave me what he professed to be a bona fide Cuban cigar, took one for himself, and carefully lit both of them. 

I mimicked his actions as he smoked the cigar. I smoked cigarettes when I could, but being among the vast group of unemployed, it wasn't all that often that I had enough money to buy them. Thus far, I had been able to resist picking butts off the street and relighting them like some of my acquaintances were fond of doing.

All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed the Cuban cigar, although I can't say that I was able to distinguish the superior qualities Klugman kept referring to. But I nodded and grunted when appropriate and he seemed satisfied that I was enjoying it as much as he was.

"So..." I said, after a minute or so had gone by without Sheila's reappearing. "The wife lets you smoke cigars in the living room, eh?"

"Oh, no!" he said quickly, as he looked around to make sure Sheila wasn't about to return. Then pointing to a strange looking device implanted in the ceiling just over our heads, he said, "I had that odor remover put in a year ago. Cost me $5000, but it's worth every penny. Sheila has no idea that I smoke the occasional Cuban in the room." He paused, and then added, "She'd take my head off if she knew."

"Aren't you taking a chance right now?"

"I don't think so. She's pissed at me bringing you here. She's off sulking, or going on a shopping spree.

I nodded understandingly and took in my opulent surroundings. I could see a rather large swimming pool through one of the many over-sized windows in the room and wondered if I would get to make use of it. (I loved to swim, and was fairly good at it, having been a lifeguard in high school and early college years.) 

"Pretty big place you have here, Warren."

"Um, about 5500 square feet," he offered.

Since we were in Beverly Hills, I knew my best buddy had to be loaded with dough, and so I put it to him: "You must be loaded, Warren. Just what do you do for a living?"

He smiled happily, and replied, "I'm a logistical middleman."

Well that took me back. "I don't understand, what exactly is a logistical middleman?"

Warming to the subject, Warren put down his cigar and began a lengthy explanation, which I will try to summarize for you, the reader.

"I spent my early years after college working in the Purchasing and Transportation organization of a major 500 corporation. While there I came to become involved in international shipping. It's a complicated process, requiring either extensive logistical knowledge, or being able to rely on capable personal in organizations specifically trained in international shipping regulations. 

"I should explain by adding that each country has its own rules and regulations as regards allowing materials in and out of their respective countries. This, of course, complicates things for anyone wanting to ship, or receive goods from a variety of countries around the world. 

Obviously, years before, groups were formed that could deal with such matters. Where I saw a niche, was in all the Fortune 500 companies that were rapidly downsizing their organizations and all but shutting down their own logistics departments. 

I had experience in dealing with the presidents and vice-presidents of many 500 companies. I approached them, needing only one or two to listen to my idea. It was a simple one. Inasmuch as they had no logistical personnel, I would fill that void on their behalf... for a fee. They had no reason to run out and hire replacements for those they'd let go. 

I acted as intermediary for them with the major international shipping organizations, alerting them as to when and where shipments needed to be picked up, and in some instances, directing the 500 companies to deliver the material to them. 

I handled the billing, directing the 500 companies to pay the international shipping organizations, who would then pay me a percentage of each and every shipment, usually 10%, sometimes even 15%.

"It worked so well that soon the other 500 companies lined up wanting me to handle that aspect of their business. And as international trading mushroomed, so did my little enterprise.

"When you realize that there are hundreds of ships going out and in on a daily basis, you can begin to understand the volumes of freight and amount of money involved."

"You became a multi-millionaire in a hurry," I said, looking him in the eye.

"Eighteen months in I made my first million, after expenses. After all, I had to hire some people to handle the paperwork involved and accountants to track the money from 14 Fortune 500 companies now using my service."

Warren was on his way to becoming a billionaire, but as I was soon to learn, he was unhappy. His family life was in tatters. His wife ruled the roost and he saw no way of wresting control away from her, nor did he want to. He had two children, Noreen, his 19 year old daughter, and Johnny, his 18 year old son.

I sensed that Warren was enjoying himself as he told me all about his family and dysfunctional attributes; although he himself didn't quite see it that way.

His daughter was into the Goth scene. He was concerned about her recent interest in the drug culture, having successfully protected her through her high school years, he was now worried about her falling in with the wrong crowd and becoming addicted to heroin or something similar.

Johnny was another matter. Warren thought his son withdrawn, an introvert, as he put it, but what he didn't say, but revealed in other ways, was that he thought his only son and heir to the family fortune might just be a little gay.

I didn't contradict him and say there is no such thing as a little gay, but merely nodded in understanding. 

Warren rang a bell and suddenly an attractive... no, a stunningly attractive Hispanic maid appeared, and he requested she bring us some Glenfidich, with a pitcher of ice water and some glasses. 

I saw her glance at me with interest and puzzlement. Evidently the Klugman's didn't have all that much company. And I was certainly not dressed properly in any event.

But she (I would soon learn her name was Consuela, and that she was a 26 year old Guatemalan immigrant.) quickly complied with Warren's request and placed a bottle of expensive scotch on a small side table, along with the requisite glasses and ice water.

I took note of her generous chest as she leaned over to place the scotch and other items on the table, and was rewarded with a brief smile before she turned away and left us alone.

"She's quite good-looking, Warren," I said just to confirm my suspicions.

"Indeed she is," he replied, leaving it there. But it was apparent that he wanted to say more on the subject, but probably felt he didn't know me well enough to trust me with that particular information.

We finished off the scotch and I declined a second Cuban cigar. My hand began to throb painfully and I asked him where I would be sleeping.

I have to say I liked his response. "We have a second master bedroom on the second floor. I want you to use it. There's an adjoining bathroom with just about anything you might need. Of course, if there is anything, anything at all, just pick up the phone and hit the intercom. Consuela... you just met her... will answer. Tell her what you need and she'll get it to you ASAP."

I went upstairs, found the bedroom he'd mentioned and laid down. Moments later I fell fast asleep.

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The Daughter

I woke up feeling better than I had for some time. My hand didn't hurt so much thanks to the Percodan and aspirin I had taken before falling asleep. 

I took a shower, being careful to keep my damaged hand out of the water. It wasn't all that easy, but I was in no hurry and managed it, although my mother would have complained that I was only wasting water and not doing a thorough job of cleaning myself. 

But I was cleaner than I'd been in a few weeks and therefore a much happier guy as I slipped into an expensive robe and chucked all my clothing, including my shoes, into the trash, and headed downstairs, only to pause outside a slightly open bedroom.

Dare I peek inside? Of course I would, and did.

I was rewarded with the sight of a lithe beauty who had to be the Klugman's daughter, standing before the bedroom mirror, darkened eyes aglow, glinting and reflecting her Gothic makeup preference for black fingernails, hair so black it had to be dyed, silver rings on each and every finger, and as the robe she was wearing slipped down until it hung loosely from her waist, two Gothic type tattoos on her back and shoulder.

I stood riveted to the spot as she began to examine her firm young breasts in the mirror. After ensuring that I was at an angle from which I couldn't be seen by her without her moving to her left, I took stock of what was being reflected back to me from her mirror image. 

There were no apparent piercings on her body. But I noted vivid red scratches on her back, several of which were still seeping blood, and I wondered if she had inflicted them herself. Then I saw light pink scratches and darkening bruises on her shoulders, neck, and inner arms and knew someone else had caused them. Taking a longer look at her face, I became aware that her lower lip was a little puffed, and looked as if it hurt.

She waved a hand in front of her face and stared at her large, softly up thrust breasts in the mirror, cupping one and lifting it, then letting it drop free quivering sensually before becoming still.


You're Nobody ... Ch. 01



I moaned inwardly as she pinched a nipple. It had been months since I'd had a woman, and then it had been a hurried experience, furtive and unrewarding, as the two of us wondered if her husband, sleeping off a drunk in the next room, might discover us.

In my tumescent state my member popped out from the loosely wrapped robe and peeked into the bedroom with me. I know the damned thing can't see out of its one eye, but it certainly seemed pleased by what it was pointed at and rose to unexpected heights, causing me to tuck it back under the robe with an alarming haste.

I turned my attention back to the daughter. Had she allowed herself to be brutalized? Had she liked it? The fact that she was playing with her breasts didn't answer the questions, but then with a slightly open mouth, she watched in the mirror as she put both hands on her nipples and pinched. Her eyes were half-closed; a look of indulgent lewdness came over her face as she dug her nails into her tender, pink, pale flesh. Her nipples swelled from the pressure applied to them. 

She closed her eyes and shuddered. A moment later she inflicted a greater pressure on her nipples and winced from the pain. Then letting the robe fall to the floor, she ran into the bathroom and closed the door. 

I had no alternative. I returned to my bedroom, went into the bathroom, sat down on the commode and jerked off, relishing the prompt relief my orgasm bought. After cleaning up after myself, I returned to the slightly opened door of the Klugman girl and looked in again.

She was back in front of the mirror, eyes half-closed, and hands visibly shaking as she studied the rest of her body. In sync with her, I saw the bruised thighs and welts on her buttocks. A deep shudder was evident the moment she spied the later marks on her ass and flanks. 

Who had done this to her? I swore that moment to take revenge on whomever it was that had damaged her porcelain body like that.

I knew that many women fantasize about being a whore. Although few will admit it, every woman is secretly excited by the idea. I could only guess that this young girl had also imagined herself a prostitute, only to meet the wrong guy who had actually treated her like one.

She straightened up, and still watching herself in the mirror, leaned in until her nipples pressed against the cool glass of the mirror. Her breath was coming rapidly, leaving a little spot fogged on the mirror. With the flat of her hands, she felt her rib cage, let her hands wander down over her tautly flat stomach over several dark bruises to feel the four wavering, parallel fingernail scratch marks that started at her pubic hair and went up to her navel.

Despite having jerked off minutes earlier, I was hard again and took myself in hand and slowly stroked my erection.

Her hands were in her pubic hair now, one palm cupped her prominent mound and an outstretched finger barely touched the clitoris, a little pink bud that was oiled with her excitement and maddeningly like a ball bearing each time her finger rubbed over it. I had to restrain myself from entering the room and falling upon her.

The young girl stopped touching herself, I saw a pensive expression cross her dark eyed face, and then she crossed the room, grabbed a stool over to the mirror and stood in front of it again, taking in her long, lithe body before putting a foot up on the stool. With her knee bent, she inadvertently exposed her glistening pink pussy to my eyes.

I sucked in my breath as her eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings and she slowly and oh so fucking lewdly spread her fluted cuntal lips to the mirror's eyes. 

I thought it was me willing her to go on. I doubt I had anything to do with what followed, but who knows? Without volition, her fingers began working at the sensitive little nerve bud, sending spasms of lewd pleasure rippling through her body.

Her eyes were almost closed and her nostrils were widely flared as she watched herself in the mirror. She crouched a little and slowly sank her middle finger into her wetly clasping cunt, feeling the slipperiness of the lubrication and the hot velvet walls milking her own finger. She began sawing in and out, her ripe young hips slowly and rhythmically beginning to pump in time to her strokes. She watched herself in the mirror, seemingly fascinated with the lewdness of her pumping motion. 

I felt hot and feverish from the wild molten feeling stirring in my own loins.

Her orgasm was building as she increased the tempo of her fingering, pulling it out to the tip of the nail then plunging the wetly glistening finger back in again up to the palm. Her hips were pumping easily, smoothly, with a lewd fucking motion that I had once seen from a topless dancer in San Francisco.

The brazenness of her actions prodded the girl to increase the pace of her finger fucking into her own heatedly excited pussy. She crouched a little and spread her legs even more. Suddenly, her free hand was cupping her breast and squeezing the nipple, pinching it tight and sending bolts of pained sensuality through her that mingled like an explosive smoky substance in her groin, boiling, building and churning as it drove her harder and harder.

It was obviously she was about to cum.

Her nakedly voluptuous body was tense now and her heavy breasts were jiggling as she sawed her finger in and out faster and faster. Suddenly she needed even more. Her free hand left her breasts and flew down, nails savagely clawing at one cheek of her ass as she leaned forward and reached for her anus. She jumped when her outstretched fingers touched it, but her unrelenting need and the promise of untold lewd delights made her go on.

Her finger pressed against the rubbery tight ring and parted it, and her sphincter muscle closed tightly around the fingertip. A low, coarse moan escaped her throat as she watched herself in the mirror and felt the inward swelling that she knew would culminate in an orgasm.

Her finger fucked in and out of her anus, and her face contorted as she hissed in her breath and it seemed like another person who whispered, "Ooooh, so freakin' good!"

She began panting and crouching lower, splaying out her legs even more, allowing herself greater freedom to stick her other finger up her rectum. She shoved her outstretched finger all the way up her anus and moaned and wiggled with delight from the feeling it gave her. She took her finger out of her cunt only to shove three fingers into the warmly milking flesh. 

My own hand was a blur as it pistoned up and down hurrying me along to my second orgasm of the afternoon. I came, this time spewing my load on the door to her bedroom while riveted on the savage jiggling and quivering of her tits as she continued with fingering of both cunt and asshole.

I saw her back arch, and knew a wave of sweet electricity was flowing through her. I saw her pelvis convulse against the mirror; saw her legs shake as she sank to her knees on the carpeted floor, panting. I saw the whites of her eyes reflected back at me in the mirror as I closed the bedroom door and wiped my semen up with the hem of my robe.

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I approached Warren as soon as he returned from work later that day to ask if he had anything I might wear around the house. 

It hadn't occurred to him that I might be in need of something to wear. He wrote down my shirt, pant and shoe sizes, and left the house to find something appropriate.

Two hours later I was wearing the most expensive pair of Kaki's I'd ever seen, along with a chambray shirt that must have cost as much as my last suit. There was three pair of shoes; brown loafer's, which I wore the remainder of the day, boat shoes, and a pair of black dress shoes, all of which fit perfectly, and two polo shirts, more than likely, Ralph Lauren's. Warren told me I would be fitted for several suits and sport jackets the following day at a place he knew on Rodeo Drive.

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THE SON

I made my way downstairs and met Johnny Klugman, Warren's son, who greeted me affably enough and I liked him right off. He was a shy eighteen year old, with a slight case of acne and a little stutter. He was a good-looking kid and I tried talking with him at length, but he wasn't all that receptive to conversation with me and after what seemed a reasonable period, he excused himself and went upstairs to his room.

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THE MAID

I had just slipped into the expensive pair of chinos and was about to pull a Ralph Lauren polo shirt over my head when the door to my room suddenly opened and the maid walked in. She appeared to be as surprised as me on finding me there.

"Oh, I'm so sorry... I thought you were in the other room."

Since she was an attractive woman I immediately apologized and helped her save face by asking if I were in the wrong room.

"I... I don't know, sir. Not for sure. I... I thought I heard Mrs. Klugman mention you were in the Gray room..."

I glanced at the walls and saw that they were light lavender.

"Look I just... what's your name? I feel awkward talking to you and not knowing your name."

"My name is Consuela Gonzales, sir."

I told her my name and saw her commit it to memory.

"Consuela, would it be easier for you if I moved my things into the gray room?"

"Oh, sir, I wouldn't want to inconvenience you."

"But if Mrs. Klugman wants me in the Gray room I should be in the Gray room. Hospitality shouldn't be abused."

"I can help you move your things, sir. I see that you've injured your hand."

"Thank you, I'd appreciate it. Mr. Klugman happened to run over my hand with his car this afternoon."

"Mio Dios!" Consuela gasped and clutched my other arm.

"Oh, it hurt for a while, but it feels pretty good at the moment." I was looking directly into her deep brown eyes and realized I could very easily lose myself in them. Consuela was a Latin looker, and I liked Latin lookers. Well, I liked women in general, and after watching Klugman's daughter masturbate, I was more than a little randy.

Consuela was already picking up the articles of clothing Klugman had bought me and arranging them so they could be moved to the Gray room with ease.

She knelt down in front of me – not right in front of me- to pick up my new shoes and from that angle I could see straight down the front of her dress to her impressive breasts. Her naturally brown skin tantalized and stunned me for a brief second. I, of course, had noticed that Consuela was an attractive young woman, but given my horny condition, my dick picked that moment to pitch a tent in my new chinos.

Her large firm mounds swayed under my gaze as she picked up the shoes and placed them back in their respective boxes. As she started to rise up I caught a quick glimpse of a dark brown areola, but not any nipple; all the same I almost came in my new chinos.

Then she was standing before me, looking me in the eye. "Can you manage the shirts, sir?"

"Yes, certainly," I responded, embarrassed at having been caught peeking down her top and even more so when she noted the erection, which a moment before had been scant inches from her face.

Consuela clutched the shoe boxes to her bosom and headed for the door. I followed, holding the shirt over my tent. 

On entering the gray room, I carefully closed the door behind me and tossed the shirt onto the closest chair. Consuela was bending over, placing the shoes on the floor.

I moved behind her, placed my hands on her hips as she stood up. 

"What?"

I was already pulling her ass back against my hard on.

"Oh... Mister... there are many peoples in the house!"

That was a very promising protest. I suspected that this beauty was being poked on a regular basis by Mr. Klugman himself. I gave a small credence to her and Mrs. Klugman having a thing going on, and even less to her and either the son or daughter. 

Somebody was banging her. As good as she looked it was inconceivable that she was working in this household without doing someone and that had to be Klugman. 

That reasoning told me that he didn't have the opportunity to bang her regularly. Mrs. Klugman was nobody's fool, and would be watching them closely. In addition they would have to contend with the kids, who might roam about and barge in unexpectedly at any time.

My own ego kicked in about then. How did I stack up against Klugman as a potential lover? Well, I had no idea about his dick size. I was more than comfortable with my own though. Point to me. What would happen if I were caught in the sack with Consuela? Worst case, I'd be out on my ass. But since Klugman was culpable in that he'd injured my hand and that he was also banging the maid, he wouldn't toss me out. Mrs. Klugman wouldn't either, although she might read me the riot act, she had no basis for going nutso over me and Consuela. 

In fact, it would probably relieve her of any concerns she had about her husband and the maid.

All these thoughts ran through my mind while I formulated an answer to Consuela's protest that there were other's about in the house.

"No problem," I whispered to her ear, "but please don't scream. I bet you don't have a green card, do you, Consuela?"

"How you know that?" she hissed fearfully.

"I know, and I know you fuck Mr. Klugman too."

"Consuela's eyes widened, "He tell you that?"

"One look at you and I knew, Consuela. That's all it took, was the one look." I was lying through my teeth, but he had to be the one. I doubted she'd ask Klugman if he'd told me. In her world, most men were viewed as pigs. So it figured that he'd brag about banging her to the next guy that came along.

Consuela was in no position to protest. She could scream and possibly bring Mrs. Klugman running. But what if it were one of the children that came? She didn't want that. Struggling was useless, so she pleaded, "Please, Mister, don't do this!"

I placed my good hand over her huge melons, gave them a light squeeze and nuzzled her neck.

"Why you do this to me? I'm not that kind..."

She had to turn her face to utter the words and I seized that opportunity to kiss her open mouth. I jammed my tongue into it so deeply that she couldn't force it back out.

It wasn't so much a kiss as it was my demonstrating that I had an oversized tongue and what it could do inside a body cavity. My dick was still lodged against her ass, and I dropped my hand from her breasts to her crotch and cupped her mons for a moment before returning to her pillow soft tits.

"Madre Mia, protect me!" she wailed, but didn't try to wrest herself away from me as my unerring hand found its way inside her blouse and wriggled into her bra.

"Mother of God, I ask you...." Consuela cried. 

"She can't hear you, Consuela. Relax; I'm going to fuck you. I won't hurt you, and I won't tell Mr. Klugman. It will be our little secret."

"You... you don't tell him?"

"I promise." As I uttered the words I was rolling her nipple around with thumb and forefinger.

She began to shake in fear, but managed to stammer, "O... okay; I do it. You don't tell nobody, right?"

Taking my hand out of her bra, I grabbed her blouse and when the buttons didn't open fast enough, ripped it open, sending buttons flying. I used both hands to push her bra up under her chin, exposing those magnificent mammary globes.

About this time it finally sank in that she was about to be fucked and Consuela caved in. 

"Okay... okay.... You can have me," she sobbed. "Don hurt me! Don tell no one... please!"

Consuela remained compliant while I pulled her bloomers off and started at her hairy pussy, although she was sobbing and muttering Spanish words I didn't recognize. My guess was that she was praying for help that wasn't coming.

I dropped my pants exposing my eager cock, and then resumed my leisurely exploration of her hairy pussy, preparing her for the inevitable. I let my fingers glide lightly over her inner thighs until I heard her moan. 

"Like this, Consuela?"

"OH!" she moaned again.

I grinned at her as my fingertips barely touched the folds of her steamy sex.

Consuela sucked in her breath. She closed her eyes and spread her legs all at once.

I sank two fingers into her hairy beaver. Her arms came up and embraced me.

"You're manhood..." she started to say, but paused as she sought the right word.

"It is very big. Will you go slowly, por favor?"

"I will go slowly, yes," I said, wanting her to enjoy the fuck. After all, tomorrow is another day. Who knew when I'd get an opportunity to get laid again? If Klugman found out what I was doing, he just might be pissed off enough to do something about it.

I rubbed the head of my prick over the entrance of her well lubricated slit. Consuela raised her legs, making it even easier for me to slip it into her, and I did, going slowly as she had asked me too.

It took me three slow thrusts before I was deep inside her fiery furnace. Consuela was into it too, humping back in time with my thrusts. And since I had already watched the daughter masturbating not long before encountering Consuela, it didn't take me to long before I felt myself getting ready to unload.

One thing I didn't want was for Consuela to confront me several week from now with a lament that she was carrying my baby, so I pulled out before I came and left a gooey trail of cum all over her ta-ta's.

"You finish?" Consuela inquired lazily as I wiped my dick off on the sheet.

"Yeah, I finish," I replied.

"I didn't cum," she said accusingly. "I thought...."

"You thought what?" I asked.

"I thought with that big tool... I would have really good one."

I felt a pang of compassion at her honesty and said, "If you want, I'll will go down on you and try to bring you to a decent climax."

"You would put your mouth down there?" she asked incredulously.

"Sure I would. Or we can do it later, say in an hour or so. I haven't had a woman in a long time, Consuela. I couldn't last very long, and I'm sorry you didn't enjoy it. But next time I'll make sure you have a special good time."

Her fingers delved into the cum on her breasts, smearing it in, as one might a skin-care product. 

"Okay, I'll come to your room after dinner. Mr. Klugman has a meeting tonight. 

"I'll be waiting," I said with a big grin.

I took note of my cock trying its best to rise, and showed Consuela. "He'll be a big boy then too, wait and see."

"Um," she giggled. "I think I'm gonna like you Mr. Homeless."

"Mr. Homeless?"

"Yes, that's your name, no?"

"No, it isn't my name."

"But I hear the Mrs. Say it when she talk to Mr. Klugman about you. "Mr. Homeless, she say."

"Okay, Mr. Homeless it is," I said and kept the smile on my face as she fixed the torn blouse as best she could and left me sitting on the bed with a now throbbing hand. I'd done something stupid while banging Consuela. Not that I regretted any of it.



You're Nobody ... Ch. 02



You’re Nobody ‘til Somebody Loves You

By Paris Waterman

Chapter 2

I met the entire family rather formally at dinner. Mrs. Klugman was friendlier; at least I got that impression. I had made it a point to complement her dress, which wasn’t a problem because it was a sensational outfit, and it looked very good on her. She insisted I call her Sheila and not Mrs. Klugman, and then regaled me with how difficult it had been to find the dress.
Warren was still overly concerned about my hand, more so when I admitted that it had started to throb.

“The medication must have worn off,” he said to the glass of scotch in his hand.

I nodded and picked up my own, well filled glass and sipped. “Mmmm, good medicine on its own, Warren,” I said, thanking him for allowing me to share in what was undoubtedly an expensive blend.
“It’s something called Royal Salute,” he said sagely. “It costs $700 a fifth. The company no longer exists. They were bought out maybe twenty years ago, but they had some barrels left that were aged 25 years before bottling. If you know anything about scotch you’ll distinguish the difference right away.”

I didn’t know all that much about scotch, but the smoothness and texture of the liquid in my glass was far superior to anything I’d ever sampled. Of course the only ‘good’ scotch I’d ever had was some 12 year old Johnny Walker Red. But, hey, anyone looking at the Mona Lisa for the first time knows its special, right?

“So you bought several bottles, eh?”

“No, I bought two barrels,” Klugman said, telling me he was worth a lot more than I thought he was. “The fellow who owned them had no idea of their value. It was a steal, you ask me.”

Other than a curiosity on how their father could possibly run over my hand, not once but twice, Noreen and Johnny had little to say to me, acting as typical teen agers, eating their food and requesting permission to leave the table as soon as possible.

Consuela

I was waiting for her, already naked, behind the door. I shut it as soon as Consuela entered the room, and without saying a word, began kissing her.

Consuela was already aroused, and after our heated kisses ended, ran her hands down the sides of her body, stopped at her waist, stroked the soft curves of the hips. The body in front of me had changed; it was tauter, it glowed under her touch. She was cradling those magnificent globes with her hands, already imagining my hands playing with her nipples.

“Did you enjoy your dinner, Mr. Homeless?”

“I did, now it’s time for my dessert.”

Consuela laughed wantonly as I took first one, then the other nipple in my mouth and sucked while gently massaging each breast in turn with my one good hand.

Watching her face, I saw the desire peak in her eyes and clasping her hand in mine, guided her fingers, entwined with my own, deep inside her. Then I raised her fingers to my mouth and mine to hers; together we tasted her arousal.

Again, I led our hands back under her skirt and inside her. Holding Consuela that way, I walked her across the room to the bed. After extracting my fingers, I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and caressed her braless breasts, leaving a trace of her scent on them as my hands moved up to her throat and through her hair.

Consuela was moaning softly as we made love for the first time, me naked, her fully clothed. When we finished, I undressed her and screwed her slowly, making quiet sounds as we coupled on the bed. When I came we were kissing, tongues tangled, lips pressed hard against lips sealing our screams of rapture within our mouths.

After a brief pause, I went down on her, and it surprised her that I would do so.

“You lick your own cum,” she said breathlessly. 
“No wan does that… do they?”

“I do, it’s mine, so why not?”

“Why not… es okay, I really like your mouth on me, Mr. Homeless. I haven’t had sex this good ever.”

I stopped short of asking her to put that testimonial in writing, accepting it as something said in the heat of passion.

When we were certain we would not try another fuck, she put on her clothes and went to the mirror to fix her hair and makeup. She saw at once that her hair was different, fuller, shinier, and that her skin was smoother. 

After pointing this out to me, she asked if I thought the others in the house might notice.
“Keep clear of Mrs. Klugman,” I said, “she might notice, I wouldn’t worry about the others.

Day Two

The following morning at breakfast, it was just Warren and me, with Consuela serving us and intentionally brushing those huge mammaries against my shoulder or arm at every opportunity. Since Warren’s face was buried in the Times, I wasn’t bothered by her actions, even grabbing her upper thigh and giving it a loving squeeze on one occasion.

After we finished, Warren and I got into his Mercedes and drove off to his place of work. It was a sultry day, with every conceivable smell hitting our nostrils as we passed by several markets clustered together on, or just off Wilshire Boulevard. 

He stopped at one and I guess because I was freshly showered (for the fifth time since arriving at Klugman’s) that I noticed the wide variety of sweat and musky odors on the men working the stalls that seemed to comingle with the smells of fruit and vegetables. I sniffed continuously, enjoying the varied odors like the sharp citrus tang of oranges both sliced and smashed for juice. And the almost dizzying fumes from mounds of bruised and broken-skinned tomatoes, overripe plums and bananas and melons.  I realized I had been wearing the same filthy clothing for so long that my nose had been clogged with my own fetid odor, denying me those other, everyday smells that delight the olfactory senses.

At his request, I sat in the car, listening to the Stones on a CD while he took care of a pressing matter. It took fifteen minutes, and then we were off to Rodeo Drive and Giorgio Armani’s where we were greeted like VIP’s, and I was fitted for three suits, all of which cost more than three thousand bucks. 

Yes, I protested, but I knew Warren wasn’t buying it. He was buying me the suits and a couple of sport jackets from Hugo Boss, a couple blocks down. Then we headed back to his office. 

I mentioned earlier that Klugman was a logistics guru, handling the major portion of international shipments by most of the Fortune 500. And that’s what the topic of conversation was as we tooled down Wilshire toward his office.

He happily confided that Sheila had made a favorable comment about me the night before. I attributed it to my telling her how good she looked in that elegant dress she’d worn to dinner.
“She’s okay most of the time, you know,” he said as we turned off Wilshire. “But at forty two, she’s worried about sagging tits and extra poundage in her ass. You know the usual women’s problems.”

“I knew what he was talking about weren’t exactly women problems, but more of husbandly neglect. Warren had as much as told me, Sheila Klugman needed a good fucking, and I filed that thought away for the moment.

As soon as we walked into Warren’s office I saw the girl he was stupping there. She was young, I guessed about 20, maybe 21, with light brown hair sitting at what had to be the receptionist’s desk; although it lacked a modesty shield, something almost every woman required before settling down to work. 

The reason for a common demand for modesty shields was made evident by the view I had watching the young lady tug at her short skirt as she attempted to hide the lacy tops of the nude-colored seamed stockings that apparently clipped to off-white garters.

“Good morning, Allison, Klugman spouted good-naturedly.

“Good morning, Mr. Klugman,” she replied.

Gesturing at me, Klugman said, “This is Mr. _____, a good friend. I’d like you to um, entertain him while I made a couple phone calls to some clients. I, um, I’ll be at least forty-five minutes.”

“Yes Sir,” Allison said, looking down at her desktop.

Klugman smiled at me and left us alone. I continued standing in place. Whatever Allison was supposed to do she’d either do or not do, and so I waited.

It wasn’t long before Allison shifted uncomfortably in her chair. My eyes remained fixed on her legs. Secure in the knowledge that Klugman was banging her, I didn’t bother to disguise my staring. 

She couldn’t bring herself to meet my eyes, or challenge me in any way. She did attempt to tug the skirt down an inch or two, but that did nothing to conceal the fact that her stockings were visible to me. A minute passed, and then another. The forty-five minutes Klugman had mentioned he’d be on the phone, loomed longer and longer.

Three minutes into the standoff, Allison risked a glance upward to see if I was still staring at her legs under the desk.

I was.

A flush began creeping up her neck and kept going until it covered her face. I could only guess where the flush had started and raised my eyes from her thighs to her chest.

Bingo!

Hardened nips were now visible through her pink tank top.

I decided to have some fun with her.

“It’s Allison, isn’t it?” I asked friendly-like.

“Yes, it is, Mr. ______.” 

“Are you wearing panties or a thong… or nothing at all?”

Allison looked around, saw we were the only ones in the reception area and cleared her throat before answering. “Might I ask, just how well do you know Mr. Klugman?”

“You might say I owe my life to him, Allison. Does that help?”

At that she began to squirm in her chair. I was making the young thing uncomfortable. 

“You’re joking, aren’t you?” she said.

“Joking, in what regard, Allison?”

“About what I’m wearing… you know….”

“Or not wearing? Is that what you mean?”

“Yes,” she replied with a grimace.

“No, I’m quite serious. Mr. Klugman made it a point to have me ask.”

“You’re not serious!” Her face reddened even more at this.

Changing tact, I said, “Are you aware that from the way you’re sitting I can see not only your stockings but the line of your thong running up the crack of your ass?”

Allison stood up. Outrage at my remark obvious on her face, but I had to give her credit, she kept most of her composure. “How dare you!”

“I just told you, Kluggie and I are bestest friends,” and gave her my best, and most sincere smile.

“Go to hell! I don’t have to take this shit from anyone!” she barked out in indignation.

“No you certainly don’t. So why are you still standing here?” 

I don’t know what possessed me to push her this hard. Perhaps it was pure instinct, but I soon discovered that poor Allison didn’t know what to do with me.

She sat back down, giving me a flash of white thronged crotch when she bounced up from her chair from the force of sitting so hard.

“Thank you, Allison,” I said and turned away from her, found myself a comfy looking chair that wasn’t directly in line with her desk and sat down.

“What?” she said, completely flummoxed by my actions.

“I said, Thank You.”

“What for?”

“For showing me your white thong. “

“I did no such thing!” 

“Then how do I know it’s white?”

“You guessed…you couldn’t know unless….”

“Unless?”

“Go to hell!”

“Someday, probably, but not today… I hope.”

Allison found some busy work and dedicated herself to it, ignoring me completely until Klugman emerged from his office.

“We’ll be leaving for the rest of the afternoon, Allison. If anything important comes up, you can reach me on my cell.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Klugman,” she responded efficiently.
He gave her a puzzled glance, and then addressed me. “Those suits will be ready by now.”

“Really?” I said, finding it unlikely.

“For what I’m paying, they damn well better be,” he said and we got into his Mercedes and headed directly to the tailor’s. 

My clothing was ready. Warren insisted I try each one on. They were tailored to perfection. I had never looked better.

From the tailor’s he took me to a men’s salon, where I got my first decent haircut in over a year. He also had them provide me with a pedicure and a manicure, and while I was being fussed over, Kluggie made a return trip to the office, where he and Allison had themselves an afternoon quickie.

I know this because Kluggie told me so.

“Some looker that Allison, eh?” he said for openers.

“Very much so,” I said, and then added, I happened to get a glimpse of her legs under the desk. You really should get her a modesty panel.”

He laughed, “She told me you gave her a hard time.”

“No Warren, I think it was you gave her a hard time.”

That really cracked him up. “I did, my man, I really did. And by the way, if you handle her right, you can have a shot at Consuela.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” I replied.

“No, she’s a real hot tamale, believe you me.”

“Oh, I believe you, Warren. Maybe I will give her a shot.” Of course I was already thinking about how and where I would take my sweet Latin maid on returning to the house. 

Warren made it even easier for me. “The wife watches her favorite shows on the TV from 8 to 10 without fail tonight. Your room’s kind of isolated upstairs, get her to come in and have at it.”

“Are you certain, Warren?”

“Been there, done that a hundred times,” he said as if he were a man of the world, if only he knew just how big the real world was.

Ride, Consuela Ride!

Warren dropped me off at the house and returned to work; perhaps he’d even do something constructive before jumping Allison’s bones again. But I had to admit I liked the way Klugman kept himself busy during the day. Later on I’d give some thought to what he did during his evenings, since Mrs. K seemed to be in need of a good fucking.

The house appeared to be empty, but I knew better. Consuela had to be performing her maidly duties somewhere in the huge home, and so I went looking for her.

I found her lounging in what had to be her own little room. I tried hard not to stare at her, but lust is so very difficult to override and I gave it up. Consuela was wearing a short, black silk robe with a dragon emblazoned in red on the back. She was absolutely radiant in it, her long black hair, light brown skin and dark eyes. Watching her, I completely lose my train of thought….

“Oh, Mr. Homeless, you are back….” She whispered, and I can’t tell if that’s a good sign or not.

Making no attempt to hide the bulge in my newly tailored trousers, (I’m calling them trousers because they cost a hell of a lot more than a pair of pants.) I moved toward the Latin beauty and placed my hands on the backs of her thighs. 

Yes, the robe was that short.

She gasped when I slid my hands up her butt and under the robe. I decided it was one of pleasure and not objection, and hooked my thumbs under the elastic band of her white panties and pulled them down her well-muscled slim young legs.

“You… you take advantage of me!” she said in a voice gone raspy and dry.

“Yes,” I said in answer, “But you will enjoy what I’m about to do.”

“How you know this?”

Giving her no time to protest, my hands left her ass, found her huge tits and began squeezing them in a pleasurable fashion; not that she was showing any desire to. I enveloped her right nipple in my hot, hungry mouth and swirled my tongue over and around the delicate morsel.

With the first moan from her throat, I let go of the other breast and went right for her wet warmth of her snatch.

“Ooooh, I like that!” Consuela sighed and wrapped her arms around my neck and held herself tightly against my sucking mouth while her hips began their now expected rocking motion, pushing her sensitive clitoris and very moist labia against my eager exploring fingers.  I moved my attention to her other nipple while Consuela rode my fingers to her first orgasm.  

“You… you take advantage of me because I’m just a servant.”

“But you do like what I’m doing, no?”

Of course as I uttered the words my hand was pounding into her with a renewed vigor, and another orgasm appeared eminent.

I knew this because poor Consuela had lost the powers of coherent speech.

“Ugh… ugh… ugh!” Was all that I could distinguish, and so I continued, (I had four fingers sloshing around in there at the time) until she moaned loudly, even while biting down on a pillow to keep the noise down.

“Madre Mia!” Consuela gasped as I popped her turgid nipple from my mouth with a loud popping sound.

“You like?”

Her eyes flashed open.  For more than a few seconds she was disorientated, and then she responded: “Si… I like mucho… I mean I like very much. You want to fuck me now?”

Consuela confirmed the fact by rolling over on her back and tweaking her nipples until they grew another half inch.

I took them into my mouth, giving each a fair amount of time. While I was occupied with her nips, Consuela’s hand drifted down to her crotch and began twisting the thick mat of hair there.

I waited patiently for her to tell me to slip my meat to her.

I’m pretty sure she was about to cum again when she drew back her legs and pointed to her cunt.

It wasn’t a smoke signal, but I got the message and plowed right into her.

“YES!” she all but roared out. I was hoping we were still alone in the house.

I know I have a righteous dick. It’s got this mushroom head, with a narrow shaft that widened as it neared the base. It’s long, over seven inches, and I’ve gotten covetous glances from men almost every time I whip it out in a men’s room. But Consuela later told me, in broken English, that if she hadn’t known better, she would have sworn a woman designed mine. 

She tried to raise her hips to meet me but I held her in place, teasing her as I inched it back and forth so slowly that she was going crazy beating the bed with her fists as she strove to get off. Eventually she resorted to wrapping those lovely legs of hers around me, more or less holding me deep inside her. 

Then she started using her muscles to squeeze my dick tighter and tighter inside her, trying to coax me into moving faster.

I knew what she wanted, and after forcing my hand between us, began to roll a thumb over her clit.
She moaned happily.

And I started to slam it to her.

The stimulation was overwhelming; every muscle in her pussy grabbed at my cock, trying to hold it in place as she started to cum. I was almost in sync with her and a split second later the first warm shots of my load splashed forcefully against her vaginal walls.

I collapsed on top of her with a loud groan; Consuela’s splayed legs dangled over the edge of the mattress.  I could see the tunnel into her womb and watched as my jizm oozed out because she couldn't quite get her legs closed. 

It only took another minute to get firm enough for another round of fucking. Consuela was surprised when I slapped her on the ass and told her to get on top of me.

It may sound strange, but I think it was the first time she had ever been a top. But as we took off I knew it wouldn’t be her last. 

“Ride me Consuela!” I croaked happily as she guided my dick into her hot pussy. And when she found the right rhythm for her it was amazing. Her breasts hardly moved at all, but her nipples were like the sign posts of her desire.  She was exerting herself and sweating freely.  It would bead up on her neck and dribble down through her cleavage on the way to her belly button.  It was a pool of sweat.

I started flexing my back and started chanting and she joined me.  I said anything that came into my head and soon the same things were coming out of our mouths.  I came twice and she was still coming when she rolled off of me and curled into a ball on the bed.

“No mas! No mas!” she groaned. “I still cumming!”

I crawled over and whispered in her ear, “One more time, lover, one more time.”

Then to show I was serious, I bit her neck and slowly kissed my way to her ass.  She was giggling as I bit her ass cheeks.  She shrieked when I licked across her asshole but by then she was on her knees and wiggling her butt around.




You're Nobody ... Ch. 02



“I canno believe you do this! Is filthy!”

“Should I stop?”

“Yes! No! No! No!”

“Can you…”

“Can I what, Consuela?”

“Put it in back there?”

A second later I was fucking her up the ass. I couldn’t believe she was that loose. Oh, she was tight, I don’t mean she wasn’t. But ease of entry was awesome in and of itself.

It took me forever to cum. Consuela was babbling incoherently from the number of orgasms she’d had. And when I finally did, she was begging me not to leave her side. Not ever!

I fell asleep in her arms. She had the good graces not to wake me when she had to get up for something the Klugman’s needed. When I woke around 4:30 I just put my trousers on and bundled the remainder of my clothing under my arm and tip-toed back to my room and sleep until three in the afternoon.



You're Nobody ... Ch. 03



The following afternoon I mentioned that Mrs. Klugman appeared to resent the fact that I was staying at the house to Warren Klugman.

"Nonsense," he replied. "She has to get used to you. Sheila has this thing... she doesn't take to anyone right off. But once she gets to know you, why you'll be amazed at how well she'll treat you."

"I don't know, Warren. She seems awfully cold toward me."

"You're imagining things," he said and then chuckled, "Me too."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I have this image of shtooping my receptionist while she's leaning over my desk... but I shouldn't be telling you this. You probably haven't been laid in a while." "Don't be so sure of that,' I said with a grin.

"Consuela?" 

My grin got bigger.

"You dawg you!"

"Well, you gave me the green light, Warren."

"I did, didn't I? Well you certainly acted on my advice quickly enough. I'm proud of you, old man!" and he slapped me on the back.

I was glad I'd told him. I knew he'd keep it to himself. He had too; after all, he'd... what was his term -- shtooped her himself -- and more than once.

"So when are you going to nail Allison on the desk? I thought you'd already accomplished that little fact."

I might have been pushing things here, but from the way Warren reacted on hearing about Consuela and me I felt safe in broaching the subject.

Apparently he did as well, for he said, "Until yesterday all I'd gotten from her was some casual groping. You know, cop a feel here and there. But after you left yesterday I got a vibe from her I hadn't gotten before. Next thing you know she's got my dick out and giving me a world class blowjob."

"And that's why you're fantasizing about more advanced sexual activity, huh?"

"Exactly!"

"Well, I'd say go for it, but be prepared to give her a raise while you're at it."

"It'd be worth it. I tell you, that girl's really built like a brick shithouse."

We both laughed over that, and then he grew serious. "I should tell you, Mrs. Klugman and I haven't had sex in quite a while."

"Warren, why are you telling me this?"

"You're staying here, you should be aware of things."

"But that personal?"

"There's more. Shelia has trouble sleeping. She takes some pills her doctor prescribed... not for daily usage, but mainly when I'm on a business trip. Sometimes she takes them on weekends if she hasn't slept well during the week."

"Is that the case right now?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it is. The thing is, when she's on those pills she's complexly out of it. I mean, if there were a fire the alarm wouldn't wake her. That's why I mention it. Should something happen in my absence, I'm relying on you to make sure she's protected."

"Like in, in case of fire, drag her sleeping body out of the house?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"Okay, I'll bear that in mind, Warren."

"Great, and now, I'm off to take Allison out for drinks and perhaps another blowjob, or more."

"Good luck, Warren," I said, and slapped him on the back as he had me earlier.

Warren left and I sauntered out to the swimming pool to get a little exercise. I was on my fourth lap when the Klugman girl, Noreen, came out, sat down on a lounge chair and watched me as I labored into the fifth and final lap.

She still had her black eye shadow on and her hair was all over the place. She wore baggy black pajamas and the sleeves of her top went way past her wrists, effectively covering the scratches and welts on her upper torso. The fact that she sat straight and not slouched like most nineteen year olds did, told me her ass was still sore from the beating she'd been subjected too.

I hoisted myself out of the pool and grabbed a towel, pretending to notice her for the first time. "Hi, Noreen," I said pleasantly.

"Yeah, and you are?"

I knew she knew my name, but I repeated it for her benefit; she might have been stoned when we were formerly introduced, I couldn't be certain.

"How long will you be here?" she asked.

I pretended her question was a serious one and answered accordingly. "I don't know. Your father seems to want me around for a while. I guess he'll let me know when my welcome wears out."

Noreen replied as if she were talking to a third party and not me, "Sooner than later, I'd guess."

"So you're into the Goth thing. How's it going for you?"

"What?"

"I said how's the Goth thing going?"

"What do you mean by that?"

She seemed to be taking me seriously for the first time, and I realized that I was standing at the edge of the pool and that my dick was clearly outlined within the tight confines of Warren's borrowed bathing suit.

"I dunno, I guess I'm just making conversation. I've never had an opportunity to talk with anyone into the Goth thing. Do you worship the devil and things like that?"

Noreen laughed at that, "People think all Goths are evil and worship the devil and are a disgrace to society. I never ever worshipped the devil - I just never worshipped God either." 

"Me neither," I replied truthfully. 

"You're not like them," she said giving me a quizzical look.

"Who, your parents?"

"Yeah, my parents," she said sarcastically. And then she opened up a little.

"I was a nobody back in high school. After I graduated I submerged myself in the androgynous Goth culture, dying my hair and doing my best to ignore everyone who wasn't wearing black made life bearable. Besides, that way I could ignore the curvy young woman I was becoming. My parents freaked when they discovered my tattoos, but that helped when I took the next step and had my tongue pierced."

Apparently to test my sensitivity on the subject, she stuck her piercing out at me. I smiled and asked, "Find yourself in demand as a cocksucker since doing it?"

"What!" she croaked stunned that she and not me would be shocked first.

"Any other interesting piercings, Noreen?" I continued while she tried to gather herself.

"No," she replied in a much smaller voice. 

I had her.

"Um, did that 'No' answer the first or second question?"

Her shoulders slumped. I had misjudged her level of self esteem. It was lower, much lower than I had imagined.

"Probably both," she said, barely audible.

"What about boyfriends?" I said, opening a different avenue of conversation that might lead me to ask about the welts and scratches on her body. Without revealing that I had already seen them while watching her masturbate the previous day.

"Um... I have a couple," she ventured, but I knew she was treading lightly, not wanting to reveal too much about her Gothic lifestyle, and the markings on her flesh.

"I should think so. I know you must hear it all the time, but you are quite a looker ... stunning in fact, really you are."

Noreen had the good grace to blush. With her pale white skin, it was readily apparent and she knew it.

"Stop it, you're embarrassing me!"

"I will if you'll come swim with me," I said, daring her to do it.

"I'm not dressed for that,' she said, remaining in place.

I reached out, took her hand and gently tugged her to her feet.

"No! I'm not going in there!"

I had no intention of forcing Noreen into the pool, but the sexual tension between us was undeniable. 

She did not let go of my hand, but her eyes widened when I involuntarily adjusted the bulge in my trunks.

"Yes, you've made me hard," I told her. "I can't help myself. Are you wet?"

She gave me a shy look and answered me honestly. "Yes."

"How wet?" I asked not taking my eyes off hers.

"Very."

I inched closer to her.

"Can I feel how wet you are?" 

"If... you want too." 

I kissed her hard. Her tongue darted into my mouth and our breathing accelerated. I found her tongue piercing undeniably erotic. I had never kissed a woman with one before and that added to the sensation considerably. Add that to the fact that Noreen was a beautiful young girl and you may better understand my feeling of the moment.

My hand went to her pajama clad crotch as the kiss ended. I hadn't forgotten she'd given me permission to feel her 'wet spot.'

I was rubbing her crotch when the kiss ended.

Noreen whispered, "Mmmm, you have the sweetest tasting mouth ... I didn't think..."

"Mouthwash," I replied, making her laugh. She didn't mention my hand which was still rubbing her pussy through the pajama bottoms.

"I'm wearing a thong," she hissed when I increased the pressure on her genitals.

"I need to touch you," I croaked in her ear.

"Yeah," she answered, giving me the green light I needed from her.

We shared another long kiss, and while it went on, I slowly eased her pajamas down and slipped a hand inside her thong.

"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned when I actually touched her pussy.

I could smell the musk of her pussy as it began to permeate the air around us.

"Step out of the PJ's baby; I don't want you tripping over them."

She giggled and did as I asked, being careful about it. 

I turned her around, so as to get a clear look at the welts on her ass.

"Ohh, somebody's been a bad girl," I said gently.

"Not really," she answered.

"Want to tell me about it?"

"After we do it, maybe, but I need you in me!"

"Lose the top," I said.

"Not now, later... maybe."

"Have it your way, Noreen. Want it in the pool or on the lounge chair?"

"Um, the pool. We can stand up, right?"

"We can do it anyway you want it."

I couldn't believe I was about to fuck this young thing so easily. Visions of her masturbating the night before danced before my eyes. I was harder than Chinese algebra.

I hopped into the lower end of the pool and had her sit on the edge. I moved the thong to the side, spread her legs further apart and leaned in to lick her twat.

"God... my God!" she moaned, revealing that it was likely she did believe in the Almighty after all. I paused to take a look at the scratches around her pussy from this vantage point. Someone had taken their time to mutilate her this way, and I intended to find out who that was and to make some form of similar payback.

"Don't stop that... it's too good to stop!"

I gave her the deluxe treatment and had her coming within a minute.

"Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" she moaned as I tongue lashed her clit and used three fingers to stir her juices, turning them into a frothy cream.

I allowed a moment to calm down, and then pulled her into the pool and onto my throbbing dick.

"Oh my god!" 

"Is it a good fit?" I asked kiddingly.

"Perfect! I love your cock!"

"Only the head is in at the moment," I told her.

"Gimme more!" she growled.

I did. I gave it all to her, slamming it into her as we stood toe to toe. Well that's an exaggeration. She had her legs wrapped around my waist, so we weren't actually toe to toe, but you get my meaning ... I hope.

"You on the pill?"

"No, I take the morning after thingy."

"Be sure you do."

"I will."

"Promise me you'll take it!"

"I promise I promise! Now give it to me!"

I did, and felt my loins begin to spasm. "I'm coming! Come with me!" I groaned.

"Yeah, baby, yeah!" she yelled.

My whole body had this unbelievably delightful outburst and my sperm roared out of me. 

I knew she'd had a huge cum too, and as my flaccid cock slipped out of her my sperm could be seen leaving her cunt and floating slowly to the surface of the pool.

Her hand found my flagging dick and squeezed the reminder of jizm out of it.

To my amazement, Noreen scooped up a fragment of the floating jizm and brought it to her mouth. 

"Um, yummy," she cooed.

"Let's go to my room and fuck lying down."

"Great, let me grab some dry clothes on the way," I replied, and we set off for Noreen's room, her bare-assed and me in my trunks with my flagging dick safely tucked away from view.

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"Who marked you up like that?" I asked when we were settled on her bed. She didn't answer me, reaching for a pack of cigarettes to give her time to think of an answer.

"I did it myself," she said a minute later.

"Bullshit! You couldn't have. Someone tied you up and had at you," I said accusingly. Perhaps it was too strong a tone to take with her. 

Noreen got very defensive. "Get the fuck out of my room!"

"No!" I answered firmly.

"It's my room in my house and you're just some bum my father took pity on and bought home for a day."

"Suck my cock," I said slowly and with conviction.

"What?"

"You heard me. I'm not leaving until you suck my cock."

"You can't make me suck it!"

"Get on your knees," I said. Reinforcing my words with a resounding slap across her face.

To my surprise, Noreen was leaning into the second slap as if it were a dessert. I was unable to pull the blow, but changed the location of the next one, and cruelly slapped my hand against the wet, glistening lips of her pussy.

The shock of my crude assault on her already bruised cunt was too much for Noreen to bear.

"Stop! Please don't...!"

"Shut the fuck up!" I growled. "You let someone beat the shit out of you. I think you like the pain. I intend to give you more. I want to find your breaking point."

"My what?" she sobbed.

I didn't bother answering her. I swatted her on those ass cheeks already swollen with welts from someone else's belt or something similar.

She shrieked in pain. But didn't tell me to stop. My guess was she wanted to find out how much she could take too. I slapped her cunt again.

"I will, I will!" she cried out.

"You will what?"

"I'll suck it! I'll suck your cock!"

"Of course you will... after you lick my ass."

"Okay ... okay," she said quietly and obediently, "I'll be your whore."

"Go on, make me hard," I said in a low voice.

"And you'll leave?"

"And why would I do that? You just told me you were my whore."

Promise me you'll leave after I blow you," she whispered.

"If you take the morning after pill."

"I will," she said softly.

"Then I will too. Unless of course, you want me to stay."

There was a sparkle in her eyes when I uttered those last words. I wondered if I had gone too far. Her hand closed around my cock and started to jerk it up and down. In less than a minute she had me hard, almost fully erect.

"You're supposed to lick my ass first," I reminded her.

"Oh ... yeah," she said and shifted her position so she could do just that.

Have you ever had a tongue lick your ass? Let me tell you, it's a once in a lifetime sensation. Whores worldwide have made fortunes giving what they call 'an around the world' to clients to keep them coming back, and referring new customers to them.

Noreen's studded tongue added to the delight ten-fold. In fact, each time she stopped I had her continue until my ass was dripping with her saliva.

My dick was begging for attention, and rather than jerk myself off, I pushed Noreen's face away and said, "Suck me, Noreen. Show me how good you suck cock!"

Her head dished low and she attacked the mushroom head clasped firmly in her tiny fist.

"Oh you nasty girl," I cooed, "You really know how to give suck ass ... and how to give super head!"

"Mmmm, thank you, I like giving head," she confessed as she started licking my balls and sent a finger into my ass, searching for my prostate gland.

Knowing Noreen liked compliments helped. I continued bestowing them on her.

"Love that sloppy sucking, baby!'

"You do?"

"Mmmm, you're the best ever!"

"Really?"

I had to wonder if anyone had ever told her she was pretty and a damn good cocksucker, and resolved to do so from that moment on.

"I love your cock; it has a wonderful taste and all."

She began to take me deeper and deeper and I got closer to the edge, moving my hips to meet the rhythm of her blowjob and her bobbing head.

Suddenly my whole body stiffened then twitched, and I came violently while Noreen held her studded tongue still - letting my yellow-tinged cum dribble across it like salad dressing.

Noreen continued sucking voraciously, seemingly determined to capture every last drop of my ejaculate, until my dick was just a drooping noodle. And even then she kept squeezing it and licking up any seepage that managed to emerge until I shoved her away, hard enough that she fell backward on the floor.

She laid there, legs spayed, her cunt glistening with her excitement. I stood up and towered over her; "I'm not leaving your room until you tell me his name."

She didn't pause before spitting out: "Bruce Compton, he lives two houses down the street."

"Is he married?"

"Yeah... he's married. That's how we met. I babysat for them."

"Does his wife know?"

"That he probably fucks around, I think so."

"What about his being into S&M?"

"I looked at her a couple times. I never saw any marks."

"She might have used makeup to hide the bruises."

"I'm a woman. I'd know if she did."

"He might mark her where it's not easily seen."

"I saw her in a bikini just last week. In fact it was the night he did most of what you see."

"How'd he manage that?"

"He gave her a pill, five minutes later she was out like a light."

"Did he force you in any way?"

"No... it wasn't the first time we did it. But it was the first time he tied me up. And then... he did what he wanted."

"You had to have had some culpability in the sex," I said.

"He had me going for a while. He wouldn't let me cum."

"He kept you on the edge; is that why you went along?"

"Yeah ... I really needed to get off."

"Don't go back there. Promise me you won't go back to his house."

"I won't."

"Promise me!"

"I promise."

"And I promise you I'll get even for you. It might take a while, but I'll help even the score for you, Noreen."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Yeah, I'll do it for you. You are kinda special, you know?"

"I am?"

"You most certainly are."

She giggled nervously.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Your dick is getting hard," she said still giggling.

"Well what are you waiting for? Put that tongue stud to work, then we'll have us a good old-fashioned fuckathon."

As she bent to her task she was laughing and muttering, "A good old-fashioned fuckathon. That's a new one!"

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Before taking my leave from Noreen, I asked her about her brother, Johnny. 

"He's all right, a little nerdy, but he's a good brother," she admitted.

"I thought so. Did'ja know he's a virgin?"

"No way!"

"Way," I said, answering her in the vernacular of her day.

"He's not THAT nerdy!"

"Want to help a brother out?" I asked.

She laughed. "What the fuck do you mean? You want me to fuck my brother? That's really nasty!"

"No, I don't even want you thinking about it. But perhaps you have a horny girlfriend?"

"OH! I get it. Lemme think on it," she said with a wicked smile.

"My guess is you have someone in mind."

"I do. A girl named Haley. She's horny enough to do him. Fuck, she's always horny; and she told me once she thought Johnny was a cutie pie."

"Sounds like a workable plan," I said and gave her tits a squeeze.

"Can we do it again?"

"Later, maybe tomorrow, Noreen; I'm a bit worn out."

"Is there someone else?" she asked, sounding worried.

"As a matter of fact there is."

She was completely taken aback. "Not my muh...?"

"No, not your mother, Noreen, Consuela and I kind of hit it off my first day here."

"Wow! I'd never have thought."

I left her shortly thereafter, happy to have cleared that touchy subject up. It wouldn't have suited me to have her thinking I was boffing her mom.



You're Nobody ... Ch. 04



Mrs. Compton & Nicki

I made use of Warren's computer after leaving Noreen's room. It wasn't difficult to find some things out about Bruce Compton, the S&M bastard who got off abusing young girls like Noreen. I even found several pictures of Brucie and his lovely wife, Sylvie, including one with her in a bikini by what may have been their pool. 

I called Warren at his office and asked if I might borrow his car. He told me which one to take, not wanting me to avail myself of Mrs. Klugman's baby, and where the keys were.

Ten minutes later I was cruising the neighborhood in a stellar Caddy convertible. The Compton's were only on the next block, but it was a big block and walking around it several times might have aroused some unwanted attention. So I circled the block, drove a little further and came back circled again and found a way in that wasn't through the front gate.

I'll let you in on a little secret. I've always been nosy. My mother once called me a little snoop and she was right. I have a natural disposition to inquisitiveness. As a teen I had hopes of becoming a private eye. It never happened, but I had practiced being unobtrusive to the point where I was sometimes invisible to those around me. Don't believe me? Well, how much attention do you pay to homeless people when walking along the street? See what I mean?

Anyway, with my expensive duds, I blended in with my surroundings almost as much as I would have on the seamier side of town in my old clothes. I returned the Caddy to the Klugman's garage and walked over to the Compton's, and furtively made my way onto their property. I had no intention of breaking in to their home; at least not at the time. I did find a vantage point from which I could study the house and its interior layout.

Mrs. Compton was sunning by the pool. She was complexly nude. This fact disrupted my original plan to study the house and it's interior. Instead, I settled for studying Mrs. Compton's posterior, which was, to say the least, world class.

I was rewarded in an unexpected way when a stunningly beautiful black woman came out of the house carrying a tray with four cocktails. The tank top she wore was stretched to the limit by her full, rounded breasts. The nipples were clearly defined and appeared to be protruding in arousal against the soft cotton.

Mrs. Compton or Sylvie couldn't help but stare at them, much to the black woman's amusement.

"They're only tits, Sylvie, dear."

I would have disputed that. They were magnificent. But that's almost exactly what Sylvie said, and I quote: "But they are so beautiful!"

"Well, then. You must have one to play with. May I sit alongside you?"

"Of course you can! Please, Nicki, come sit next to me."

Sylvie made room on the lounge where she had been sunbathing, and revealed her own superb pair to me, smallish, especially when compared to Nicki's, but perfect in their own way.

Nicki sat down and released a succulent boob inches from Sylvie's face.

Sylvie reached out and cupped the breast with her palm. I had to adjust the position of my newly risen dick and made a small noise that neither woman heard.

"I like the way you handle my merchandise," Nicki laughed and reached out for one of the cocktails. "I guess you won't be wanting one of these for a while, will you?"

"No thank you, Nicki. I have my drink and I believe it's all I can handle at the moment."

Both laughed then as Mrs. Compton's mouth absorbed the other's stiffened nipple, both moaned.

"Oh yes!" Nicki hissed, bite them motherfuckers!"

I watched as Nicki rapidly opened the buttons of her shorts and wriggled out of them, ultimately kicked them off her right foot and into the swimming pool, where they floated feather-like, refusing to sink.

Sylvie switched breasts; drawing another, even louder moan from Nicki. This time, she managed to maintain a hold on the unsucked breast, rubbing it in a circular motion that drove Sylvie wild.

Nicki reached between Sylvie's legs and fingered her pussy frenziedly for several seconds, and then brought the fingers to her mouth and sucked the juice from them.

"Christ, Nicki, I want that wonderful mouth of yours on my twat!" Sylvie croaked.

Mrs. Compton twisted around and lay back on the lounge. Her cunt was staring right at me, fortunately all pussies are extremely nearsighted and can only see mouths, fingers and dicks close-up. Everything else is blurred. (Correction: On rereading this I would add dildos, vibrators and of course the ladies other best friend, the strap-on.)

Nicki wasn't into solitary oral dispensations that particular afternoon, and mounted Mrs. Compton in the classic 69 position. There was no protest from Sylvie, who dove deep into her pussy with her hungry tongue. Nicki shuddered, and attacked Mrs. Compton in similar fashion, causing her to whimper and quiver while sucking voraciously at the other's sopping cunt.

I debated as to whether I should whip my dick out and jerk off, or remain quiet. I couldn't do both. But with my private eye training and Noreen's timely blowjobs, matter won out over mind, and I remained in place enjoying the entertaining cunnilingus going on before me.

Sylvie came first. At least it seemed that way. I could be wrong, as Nicki maneuvered herself so that her asshole was now inches from Sylvie's wriggling pink tongue.

"Analize me, bitch!" she moaned and Sylvie did just that, licking and kissing that most private of spots, seeming to take the utmost pleasure in pushing her talented tongue into the other's anus.

Sylvie demonstrated an almost perverse talent for analingus, hefting Nicki's ass cheeks up and mashing her face between them. 

Apparently the taste of Nicki's asshole drove Sylvie wild. I would have thought it would be the other way around, but maybe that was just my way of thinking since I'd had Noreen lick my ass but hadn't even thought about returning the flavor, so to speak. Um, I should add that I find the very thought of sticking my tongue up someone's ass utterly repellent. If I had a gun pointed at my head I'd consider it, but otherwise, no fucking way!

"Oh, baby, baby!" Nicki moaned, "What are you doing? You nasty, nasty girl... YES! DEEPER, GO DEEPER!"

The slurping, sucking noises being made by Sylvie grew louder as she intensified her activities, spurred on by Nicki's cooing words of love. "Make me cum, baby! My sweet baby! I love you, my pretty, pretty girl. You make me feel so good with your lovely tongue.

I couldn't contain myself any longer and whipped my dick out and started jerking off.

Sylvie's body was racked with shuddering convulsions. Her orgasm was truly earth-shattering and her wail of pleasure hurried my own orgasm. I'd like to think that we came together... sort of, you know what I mean?

The two women held each other for a long time. Their arms and legs wrapped around each other tightly. They gazed intently into each other's eyes. It was Sylvie who spoke first.

"Promise me you'll never leave me, Nicki?"

"Do you love me, really love me, Sylvie?"

"Yes, of course I love you."

"I could use a hefty raise."

"How can you mention money at a time like this?" Sylvie protested weakly.

"I can't think of a better time to tell the truth. If you really love me... and I do love you, Sylvie, then what's a few hundred dollars a week?"

"I would gladly double your salary, Nicki, sweetie, but you know Bruce controls all the money."

"Get him to spend more."

I can't... I've tried everything to get him to open up. I can't even afford to divorce him because he's got an iron-clad pre-nuptial. I'd be penniless if we got divorced."

"What about his sexual proclivities?"

My ears perked up. Sexual proclivities; like torturing young women, perhaps?"

"I could blackmail him."

"You'd need hard evidence to do that." 

"I've heard him talking... and look what he's done to you over the years."

"He's got an answer for everything. I fell down the stairs, or I wrecked the car. It doesn't seem to matter. He's got an answer even before something happens."

I took her words under consideration. Nothing much happened between the two women the next few minutes and when they seemed ready to move inside, I took my own leave.

But I decided to return that evening around eight, and did, returning to my hiding place from earlier that day and canvassing the area for a better vantage point from which to see some of the interior of the house.

The living room had to be ruled out for while it provided me with a stunning view if 75% of the spacious room, there were floodlights on outside that would have made me just as conspicuous to them as they would be to me. 

I discovered a tree that even I could climb and remain aloft in relative safety. I thought that if I made it up about twenty feet I might be able to look into what appeared to be the master bedroom. Of course, with the house being as large as it was, it might also prove to be a guest bedroom. 

I climbed the damn tree. The interior of the room was dark, I had no choice but to wait a while and hope they'd decide to make use of it since Nicki was moving about the house it seemed unlikely Compton would say or do something incriminating in front of her.

I had almost given up for the night. It was 9:30 when the couple entered the bedroom and flicked on the lights. 

There was a large desk in one corner opposite the king-sized bed. On the bed there were several belts, what I took to be a riding crop, several dildos and what had to be a butt-plug.

So this was the playroom, I thought, as my dick woke up and yawned in my $400 slacks.

The couple embraced and then kissed for a long time. When it ended, Sylvie appeared slightly dazed, at the very least somewhat disorganized and her husband slowly stripped her clothing away, tossing it to the floor with no regard for how the varied materials ended up.

He used his knee to turn her toward the desk, then shuffle-walked her over to it, then bent her over the front edge.

The windows were open and I clearly heard Sylvie eagerly groan, "Ahhh. Make me do it, Bruce. Make me be a bad girl for you. Hurt me! Fuck me hard, baby!"

Bruce told her to shut up and slapped her ass until both cheeks were rosy red. She didn't make a sound other than a satisfied grunt until he stopped. Then in a husky, trembling voice she rasped, "Please baby, stick your finger up my ass real deep. I want to feel your finger in my asshole."

Bruce wet his middle finger by placing it in his mouth then without bothering to aim, sent it deep into her anus. As with the spanking, Sylvie made no sound other than the grunt. But her ass continued to rise upward until it was physically impossible to raise it any higher.

Over the next few minutes, Bruce added fingers to her asshole until he had four of them moving easily in and out. What struck me as unusual was that Bruce Compton had very large hands; obviously this anal play of theirs was a well practiced event. Just about then I noticed that a pool of water was forming on the carpet just below the juncture of Sylvie's cunt. 

Evidently her husband's thrusting fingers was causing her clit to rub against the ornate edging of the desk, further inflaming her lust. She was either cumming or drooling fluids of arousal in such quantity as to leave an ever widening stain on the expensive carpeting at her feet.

It wasn't long before he spied the stain and laughed. Then he opened the middle drawer of his desk and took out a long black hairy tail that looked suspiciously like a horse's tail. At the end was a contoured black butt plug that he waved under Sylvie's nose.

"Oh, Brucie, please, no. Just fuck me senseless, okay?"

"Your ass is wide open, baby. It should go in without any trouble at all."

"No, please, Bruce!"

I glanced at the butt-plug on the bed and the one in his hand and saw immediately that the one held in his hand was about twice as thick as the one on the bed.

Still Sylvie seemed to want him to rough her up, for she was quick to lean over his desk and present her ass to him without being asked, or told. 

I watched him apply a generous portion of lubricant to the plug then work his fingers effortlessly back into her ass. Sylvie started trembling with anticipation, muttering, "Put it in! Yeah, put that big tool in me!"

Taking the thick butt plug in his right hand, Bruce gradually inserted it until half of the plug was embedded in her anus.

Sylvie whimpered from both pleasure and pain.

Then he began to spank her non-stop until her asscheeks wee bright red.

"I'm ready, baby!" she called out.

"I'm so ready. Do me now, baby! Do me now!"

Nodding in agreement with her request, Bruce slowly worked the huge plug from her anus and after a brief gander at the gaping hole staring him in the face, slammed his very respectable cock up his wife's rectum.

"YEAH!" she yelled, thoroughly satisfied with what he was doing to her.

The desk must have been hard under her belly. She was using her hands to hold her breasts from smacking into the sharp edge either to keep from bruising them or perhaps having cut them on the edge previously and wanting to avoid a repeat of that mishap if possible.

When he finally filled her with his cock, I decided I'd seen enough and left quietly, returning to Warren's home with no one the wiser. I didn't think Bruce would be cruising for young teens that night, but would renew my surveillance the following afternoon.

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Fritzie

The lights were on by Warren's patio and I wandered by and found him relaxing in a chair by the pool, drinking beer and smoking a cigar. I already knew Sheila didn't like it when Warren drank beer and she thought cigars were disgusting.

"Hey, Kemo Sabby! Take a load off and join me. Want a beer?" he asked, reaching into the cooler by his feet and handing me a longneck. I opened it and sat down; Warren took a long drag on his cigar and slowly blew the blue smoke into the air above his head.

"Have a cigar too, they're Cuban," he said, trying to make me a fellow conspirator. There was another cigar, plus a cutter and a lighter on the little table between our chairs. I glanced nervously toward the house.

"Sheila around?" I asked.

"Sleeping, I think. Said she was going to take a pill. When she does it knocks her out for four or five hours.

Fritzie, the family dog, wandered over to us and dropped her favorite toy at my feet. I picked it up and tossed it toward the end of the pool and took a swig of my beer as she scampered after it.

"Jeez," Warren said with some dismay, "I gotta take a leak."

"Don't use the pool, it's not sanitary," I said jokingly.

"Hey, you're right about that. The pool man's told me some horror stories about what people do in their pools." 

That said Warren left to relieve himself in the bathroom just inside the house.

I absently tossed the toy again as I pondered how to hit Bruce where it hurt the most, not paying any attention to Fritzie. I decided to avail myself of one of Warren's Cuban cigars, and after selecting one, studied the cap, which is a round piece of tobacco glued to the head to keep the wrapper together. I found the line marker telling me which end of the cigar to light. I picked up his 'Guillotine,' or cigar cutter, and holding the cap, made a quick, precise cut and then held it in my mouth before lighting it.

You may ask where a homeless guy gets to know about the vicissitudes of smoking a fine cigar. First off, I wasn't always homeless. Second, there was a time when I had some money and was a member in good standing of a certain gentleman's cigar club.

So there. 

Holding it in my mouth enabled my taste receptors to feel the sweetness of this particular cigar. Others may be varying degree of sweet to bitter in flavor. This cigar had no semblance of acidity or saltiness, meaning it was a very good cigar, but I knew that before lighting it and absorbing the earthy, herbal aroma and nutty, honey-like flavor.

Yes indeed, Warren knew a good cigar all right. 

It was fortunate that I was concentrating my senses on the various aspects of the cigar; otherwise I might not have heard the Fritzie's gurgling gasp just before she sank to the pool's bottom.

Looking up, I failed to see Fritzie anywhere nearby. Nor did I see the toy that I'd thrown for her to chase moments earlier. I was about to dismiss those thoughts and return to the luxurious state brought on by the cigar when I realized Fritzie was missing. Hurriedly, I sprang out of my chair and ran to the edge of the pool. There at the bottom I saw Fritzie, holding the damn toy in her mouth, slowing drowning before my eyes. Only she wasn't holding the toy -- it was caught in her throat!

Without another thought I dove into the pool, and moments later, reached out to grab the dog by the scruff of her neck and towed her to the surface. 

I pried the toy from her mouth and tossed her inert body out of the pool just as Warren returned from the bathroom.

"What the hell?" he shouted.

I gasped a lungful of air and said, "I didn't notice her going into the damn pool, but ..."

Then I was out of the water and bringing my mouth down to Fritzie's while Warren stood there, holding his Cuban cigar, looking on. 

I did my best to resuscitate the dog and after several trying minutes had her breathing again.

"What's going on?" 

Sheila stood in the doorway leading to the pool. She wore a robe and revealed a great deal of leg as she ran over to Fritzie and me.

"Fritzie!" 

The dog weakly tried to go to her, but wasn't quite up to it. I held her in place and whispered to her in order to keep her calm.

"Will someone please tell me what the fuck happened here?" Sheila shouted.

"He ... he rescued her. Fritzie was drowning ... he jumped in and got her out then gave her mouth to mouth," Warren stammered.

"Mouth to mouth? How did you manage that?" she asked, stunned at what had happened.

"I'm not sure, Shelia," I replied. "Um, he was in the John, and um, I realized Fritzie wasn't where I thought she should be. I looked around, saw her at the bottom of the pool and went in after her."

"Thank you! Thank you! You have no idea how much Fritzie means to our family ... to me ..."

Just about then, Sheila realized that all she had on was the robe and that it was exposing a good deal of her flesh to my eyes.

"Ohh, sorry," she blurted and pulled the robe tight around her. 

I nodded in understanding and averted my eyes.

Warren apparently didn't notice anything except the fact that I'd left the cigar in the pool.

"Couldn't be helped, Warren. It was in my mouth when I went in after Fritzie.

By this point the dog was on its feet and jumping up Shelia's leg. Sheila solved the problem by picking Fritzie up and hugging her; then she took the dog into the house, "For a treat," and left her husband and me alone at poolside.

"I guess I don't have to worry about you getting along with my wife after that," Warren said happily, as he handed me a very dry cigar.

. ________________________________________

Consuela

Warren, Sheila and I got on well after Sheila returned from the Veterinaries' office where Fritzie had been examined and found to be in near perfect health. In fact, Sheila couldn't seem to do enough for me. I thought it boded well for the remainder of my stay at the Klugman's.

After several generous pouring of very expensive brandy, I begged off and made my way to my room, ready for a good night's sleep, only to be greeted by my favorite maid, Consuela. 

She entered my room silently, but since the lights were still on, I wasn't caught off guard. 

"Ess everything okay, baby?" the voluptuous maid inquired, tossing her feather duster on a chair.

I grinned and she leaned over the bed to kiss me.




You're Nobody ... Ch. 04



"I wan your cock," she whispered wickedly, licking her lips.

"Oh, do you?" I laughed lewdly, "Well, I'm a little busy."

"Ohhh no, you not be too busy for Consuela now baby, are you?"

I smiled, seeing no avenue of protest that I could possibly follow, and grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto the bed with me.

"The bed squeaks, Consuela, we'll have to be careful."

"Ohhh, yes ... careful. You have rubbers?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. Bought them this afternoon. They're in the top drawer of the dresser."

Always ready to serve, Consuela reclaimed her wrist on scampered over to the dresser, opened the drawer and removed the condoms, then opened the package, fishing out a powder blue French tickler that struck her fancy.

"I like thees color, ess very pretty, and these rooster thingy on the tip ... what ess thees?"

"It's a French thingy. It tickles you ... when I fuck."

"Really? It tickles? Wonderful fun, no?"

"Wonderful fun, yes," I replied accepting the condom from her hand and working it over the head of my dick.

Consuela was already raising the hem of her skirt up to her hips, revealing the thick tuft of pubic hair and a pair of glistening, wet lips. The intoxicating scent of her arousal filled my nostrils as I finished putting the condom on.

Consuela climbed onto the bed. I took a deep breath, grasped my condom clad cock and rubbed the blue tickler's tip against her slit. Her labia seemed to blossom, opening eagerly to accept me. 

I rammed into her with an urgency I didn't anticipate. Watching Nicki and Sylvia and then Sylvia and her husband getting it on had primed me more than I thought it would, and I came quickly, leaving Consuela hissing with frustration.

I went down on her heavily furred nest and ate her to an intense cum that had her squirting juices into my face and mouth.

She licked my balls as a reward, and with the first sign of renewed interest from my dick, swallowed me whole, sucking me back to life.

I grabbed another blue condom, slipped it on over the coat of saliva she'd left along the shaft and told her to spread her legs.

She did, and I slammed it inside her, stuffing every part of her pussy with my eager, hungry cock. 

I paused after a flurry of deep thrusts, withdrawing completely only to replace my throbbing dick with dexterous fingers that dipped between her slick lips for a moment before venturing back to squeeze into her even tighter asshole.

"Give it to me," she croaked in a half whisper.

I pounded her harder; the force of each successive thrust lifting her ass off the bed only to crash back down again, before repeating the process.

My cock felt like a monster inside her slippery pussy; her quim clinging tightly to my thick shaft. The tickler was manfully doing its job as well. For only minutes into our fuck, Consuela was moaning hotly: "C'mon, I'm so close to cumming! Do me! Do me! OH, DO ME!"

I redoubled my efforts, filling her with deep, urgent, fiery strokes until, without warning, my second orgasm engulfed me. I groaned through gritted teeth and with a final playful slap on her round, generous bottom, I took a long, shuddering breath and filled the condom while Consuela shivered with her own powerful climax, her pleasure undeniable with the soft sounds of her satisfied moans.

Breathing heavily, I pulled my softening prick from her warm, wet hole and pulled her skirt down. She turned to me, kissed me eagerly, a playful smirk hovering on her lips. 

"Thanks," she said simply, "I needed that. You can go sleep for a while, but I'll be back for more, later." ________________________________________

It was five in the morning, and I'd come wide awake with that sinking feeling that says I'm not going back to sleep. The sun wasn't even up yet. 

Consuela lay next to me, her body radiating warmth. She was stretched out on her belly with her gorgeous ass just begging to be touched. 

I didn't want to wake her up, but how could I resist? I couldn't keep my hands off that ass.

I decided to wake her up, but realizing she worked a long arduous day I knew I had to make her happy in doing so, and started with a series of light sensuous kisses running from the back of her neck and down her spine to the cheeks of her ass and ending by rimming her asshole after prying those cheeks apart.

She murmured slightly and stirred. 

"Are you awake?" I whispered.

When there was no response, I knew I should leave her alone and go back to sleep, but with a raging hardon, how could I?

Consuela rolled over onto her side. Well now, I saw a very tempting target and went for it, caressing her hairy snatch with my finger tips under she grew wet and her lips parted. I started with one finger, stirring her honey pot; soon I had a second and then a third.

She moaned in her sleep and began rubbing her breasts as I continued with my fingering. When I leaned in and began licking her innermost thigh, I believe she came awake, but feigned sleep.

Only when I began to tongue her clit did she relent and grab my cock and squeezed it hard, signaling that she was ready for anything.

I forced her thighs apart and went to town on her cunt, sucking, licking and fingering while she moaned delightedly.

Not long after that, while I continued munching away at her cunt, she maneuvered herself so that she had access to my cock and started sucking it, and tickling my balls.

I made her cum, and she rewarded me by rimming my asshole, then buried her tongue in my ass and continued jerking me off. 

"You like thees?"

"Yes, I like thees," I replied, mimicking her broken English.

A moment later I was moaning non-stop as her tongue stretched out to an unbelievable length and roared up my Hersey Highway.

Her hand continued squeezing and pumping me and I came with a sudden burst. Gob after gob of cum spurted into the air, landing on the sheets, her hand and after wresting her mouth from my ass, onto her outstretched tongue.

"Whew!" I gasped afterward.

"You got more of them blue ticklers?" she inquired lazily, legs akimbo as licked my sperm from her fingertips.

It took me another fifteen minutes of having my dick sucked before I was ready enough to give it a serious try. I found another French Tickler, put it on and guided my semi into her notch, rolled the head in her juices, and pushed downward into the soft grasp of her opening.

Consuela sucked in a breath as I pressed inward, she was still very wet as I worked into her, growing thicker and longer as I managed it.

"Oh, baby!" she gasped as I bottomed out. "You something special!"

I let my weight settle onto her, spreading her thighs widely, letting my body drive my pulsing cock as deep as possible. My balls rubbed against the cheeks of her ass, hair tickling the sensitive skin around her rear opening.

"Oh yes, baby ... give me that tickler now!"

Stifling a laugh, I rolled my hips, making my dick turn inside her, making it carom from the top to the bottom of her vagina, allowing the tickler portion of the rubber to do its thing.

And it apparently did it very well.

Consuela was extremely sensitive by this point, and when I guided my fingers to her clit she started to cum and didn't stop.

There was a long series of "OHGOD'S" followed by "I cumming!" and more "OHGOD'S."

Her insides seemed to collapse with suction as my blood gorged cockhead slowly moved backward, the thicker part of the shaft making a bulge as it slid oh so slowly out of her tunnel.

Consuela's hands gripped my shoulders, her nails clawed inward and pressed into my flesh. There was a catch at the back of her throat and a sudden moistness in her eyes as my dick left her warmth only to be bathed by the cool air-conditioning.

"Put it back ..." she said in a ragged sigh.

I obliged, letting it sink back in just as slowly as I had drawn it out.

"Ohhhh, better!" she sighed again, the raggedness having left her voice, being replaced by gratitude.

Consuela spread her legs as wide as she could, welcoming my cock back, but did not move, being content to let me do the work. Once again I hit bottom, but pulled back much faster than going in. I followed with several short but quick strokes before returning to the long, slower thrusts.

Consuela went crazy. She raised her legs, gripped my waist with her thighs and locked her ankles around my back.

"You fuck me good now," she rasped between gritted teeth.

I increased the tempo.

"Ooooh," she hissed. "You one good fucker!"

I reveled in the tight grasp of her cunt; felt her tighten and release as he slid in and out. I loved the way Consuela was fucking me back, and began slamming into her, knowing I was getting ready to unload once again.

I backed completely out of her.

She gave me a look of bewildered disappointment, but I quickly lay down beside her and pushed at her near shoulder, rolling her away from me and onto her side. Cuddling up behind her, I used my hand to guide my cock back to her twat and pushed forward. I oozed back into her until buried to the hilt. 

I forced an arm under her and wrapped it across her chest, cupping and fondling her breast, bending her back against me like a bow. My other hand slid around her thigh, pulling her hips back against me as I pushed in and out. Then my fingers slid down around my own dick for a moment and found her clit. 

The bud was completely exposed by the wide-stretched opening of her cunt and I rubbed away at it.

"Oh, God," she shuddered. ""OHGOD! OHGOD! OHGOD!"

Consuela's entire body was trembling. Her breath was loud, but not louder than mine, which huffed in her ear as I pulled her back to me. I felt her clutch at me and knew she was close again. 

Suddenly, I was even closer.

She threw herself back at me, fucking me - fucking herself, too.

"You gonna cum now?" She teased as she rolled her hips around and around on my stabbing erection.

I responded by pushing her down, so that she was almost on her stomach, and rolled my weight onto her butt. My hands pressed her shoulders into the mattress, pinning her hips and fucked her senseless.

We came together, well almost together, and then collapsed into a puddle of limp flesh.

We woke up together at 6:15. She got up and dressed, then left. I went back to sleep for another hour.



You're Nobody ... Ch. 05



Noreen

So there I was up again at 7:30 grabbing some OJ from the refrigerator. I heard Consuela singing softly nearby in the laundry room. I knew that following the laundry duties she'd be getting breakfast ready. I finished the juice, rinsed the glass and left it in the sink and strolled silently around the house.

When I came to Noreen's room, I opened the door and saw her lying on her bed, wearing a filmy teddy. As quietly as possible, I undressed and climbed in beside her. She murmured something unintelligible and smiled in her sleep as my hand lightly traced a circle around her freshly shaven pussy.

I was pleased to see that she had removed the Goth makeup from her face and looked like a typical, albeit beautiful teenager sleeping there next to me.

I fiddled around down there until she started getting wet, and then I started kissing her on the lips - soft, butterfly kisses, and woke her up.

"Ohhh!" Noreen husked.

"Good Morning, Sunshine," I said quietly.

"That was a nice way to wake up."

"I try to keep my women happy, Noreen."

"I'm part of a harem now, am I?"

"I don't have a harem, per se, but I do have several women I'm trying to keep happy."

"I'd say you're doing a good job of it; at least as far as I'm concerned."

Then she yawned, and I slipped a finger into her wetness.

"OHHH!"

"Sounds like a bad girl's response to a delicate question," I said, trying to be funny.

"You think I'm a bad girl?" Noreen said with an impish smile.

"Oh, yes, I do think of you as a bad ... in fact, a very bad girl."

"Ooooooo, I'm getting scared," she said; and mischievously ground her pelvis against my hand. "So tell me, Mr. Meanie, what do they do with bad girls in your family?"

"Well, in my family, bad little girls always got a good spanking," I said, trying to sound stern and menacing. I was well aware that Noreen favored a good spanking.

"So, Mr. Meanie, are you gonna spank little old me?"

I wriggled my finger around in her pussy and caused her to fidget nervously. I wasn't going anywhere with my masturbation, and I think she knew it and had decided to provoke me into exploring her darker pleasures by calling me Mr. Meanie.

"You tell me, Noreen, have you been that bad? Bad enough to deserve a spanking?" I stared at her until she looked away.

"Well ..." She began, but I walloped her ass before she got any further. I wasn't concerned with her parents hearing her shocked cries; they were at the other end of the house. Her brother, just across the hall, was a typical teen, and would probably sleep through a nuclear attack without stirring.

"YES! YES I HAVE!" she yelped as I walloped her twice in a row, harder this time.

Whack! One side of her bottom was already beginning to redden.

"How were you bad, Noreen?"

There was a pause. I rewarded her silence with a solid smack, and when she winced, I found myself smiling. "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer."

"I ... I ..."

I rewarded her four additional smacks for being too slow in responding. I never figured out if it was deliberate on her part, but I suspect it was. I knew she was into pain after being around Bruce Compton.

"Not answering fast enough, Noreen." SMACK - SMACK - SMACK!

I left my hand resting on her ass, feeling the warmth radiating from it as it darkened from light rose to red.

"How were you bad, Noreen? Tell me now, or I'm really gonna give it to you." Was it really me being a bastard? Naw, we were playing a little BDSM. It would become our thing. I would use it to wean her away from the darker sides of S&M to a lighter side that had no psychological repercussions.

"I ... I met Compton last night." A moment later she added, "Late last night."

"And?"

"We ... we went to a motel ..."

WHACK!

After that, she confessed in a steady stream, naming the motel, recounting the events in vulgar detail as I spanked her ass mercilessly. In the end, she was blubbering about how she liked having me finger her let me finger her pussy and doing all sorts of filthy things with him.

When she finished, I gave her ten more wallops, each one a little lighter than the one before. I rested my hands on her ass, and began slowly rubbing and massaging it, soothing the burn I knew she was feeling while she sobbed into her pillow.

I hoped she was faking it to some extent as I hadn't wanted to inflict real pain, but realized that I might have been enjoying my end of the deal a little too much.

Noreen turned to face me.

"There's one last thing."

"Go on."

She closed her eyes and said, "I let him to fuck me in the ass with all sorts of things."

My pulse raced a bit. I paused a moment, then decided she was waiting for me to spank her again. I obliged, but my heart wasn't really in it.

Each smack brought out a comment: (Whack!) "I told him to do me fast, (Whack!) and hard! (Whack!) and rough!" (Whack!)

I found myself turned on, and it was hard not to just take her right then, but I was determined to play her little game to the end. She turned her head and looked me in the eye for the first time since we started.

"Will you do it to me?"

My cock sprang out as I slid my shorts down, hard as a rock. She smiled lewdly, and reached back to spread the cheeks of her ass apart, and I knew our spanking game was over.

I positioned myself behind her upturned ass. Grabbing a bottle of body lotion from her vanity, I slicked up my dick then squirted a stream of it right onto her puckered asshole. She squealed, moaned and wiggled as I worked one of my fingers inside her, spreading the lotion around inside her ass. I recalled watching Compton use four fingers - large fingers - on his wife and tried three of my own.

Noreen accepted them easily enough and I wondered what else he'd used on her back there, but didn't ask.

I pressed my dick against her waiting hole, grabbed her hips, and began to slowly ease into her. My cock is about average length, but I'm told that it is considerably thicker than average and I didn't want to hurt her. She responded by impaling her ass back onto my cock, saying, "Shove it all in there, Daddy. Fuck me hard and good!"

I took hold of her hips, and with one long thrust, sent my cock all the way into her. She let out a whoop, and moaned, "That's the way, Daddy!" while she rocked her ass in perfect rhythm with me.

I picked up the pace.

Noreen's round, firm tits swayed back and forth as I pounded into her, and her throaty moans and lewd words of encouragement egged me on. She was more than into it as she shifted position so she could reach her hand back to her crotch, and began rubbing her clit. Her moans increased in intensity and became more high-pitched as she stimulated herself. I felt things get a little more crowded, and realized she had inserted a finger or two into her pussy and was moving them around. The sensation was exquisite, her fingers massaging me through the walls of her pussy as I fucked deep into her ass.

Abruptly, she said, "Daddy, let's stop for a minute, I want to change positions."

Always amiable to a little variety, I slid out of her ass with an obscene sucking sound. She pushed me down onto my back and climbed on top of me, and squatting on the balls of her feet, grasped my cock and guided it into her heavenly ass once again. When I banged her doggy style, I had a great view of her fantastic ass, but didn't get much of a look at her tits. Now that she was on top of me, I lost the view of her ass, but those lovely tits made for a perfect exchange of viewpoint

They rose and fell with each heaving breath, shuddering as she bounced up and down on my willing cock. She was toying with her clit while keeping one hand behind her to maintain her balance. When she came down on my cock, she came down on it all the way. I felt her fingers enter her pussy again and begin probing, rubbing against my meaty dick. I suspected she was searching for that bundle of nerves, trying to trap it between my thrusting cock and her probing fingers, to squeeze every last ounce of pleasure out of it.

I think she finally found it, because she abruptly slammed down hard on my cock, rubbing her fingers around in circles inside her slick pussy. We both moaned in unison, and then grinned at each other.

"You're ten times better than him,' she gasped as I caught a nipple in my mouth and started chewing on it.

"Oh, yeah, bite it! Bite it, baby!"

Her rocking motion slowed, but her pussy fucking fingers appeared to be moving faster. I was completely immersed in her ass by this point and felt my load readying its release.

I made my cock jump inside her and Noreen moaned. Her breathing was becoming shallow and rapid, her breasts bouncing faster as she increased her up her rocking rampage on my dick.

"Cum for me, you little slut!" I crowed, hoping the rest of the household couldn't hear me.

Noreen slammed down onto me one last time and with a mighty groan my cock pulsed as it shot my hot junk deep into her ass. She came a moment later, and her animal screams echoed off the walls as her ass rippled and sucked every last drop of cum from inside me. She pulled the fingers from her cunt and waved them under my nose. I accepted her fingers and the slick juices coating them into my mouth and cleaned them off before she took them back and collapsed on my chest.

"That ..." she gasped, "was the bestest ass fuck ever!"

"Thank you, Noreen. You have the nicest ass I've ever fucked, and I mean it."

"Oh, Daddy, you say the nicest things to me."

I wrapped my arms around her, gently running my hands up and down her back. With a contented sigh, she rolled off me and onto her back before standing up a bit shakily. She wobbled a bit and then grinned at me. "Whew! That was a hell of a ride you gave me." She headed towards the bathroom and said, "Let me go clean myself out real quick, I'll be right back." She paused for a second and then said, "Unless you like giving enemas?"

Not really my scene, I replied, "Nah, I'll just lay here and convalesce for a bit."

She shrugged. "Compton likes to watch me. I figured you might, you know?"

About fifteen minutes later Noreen hopped back into bed and curled her lithe form around me. It wasn't long before I was rock hard again.

Noreen noticed right away. "Is that for little old me?"

"Right after I eat you out," I replied. "After all the care you took to clean it up for me, it's the least I can do."

I slid down under the covers, my mouth seeking out the opening at the delta of her thighs. I gently spread her legs a bit with my hands and pressed my mouth in between.

"Oh, Daddy!" she gasped and wasted no time in grasping the sides of my head as she repositioned herself to give me better access.

I began by licking her teasingly, just rasping my tongue lightly across her outer labia, then flicking it along the sensitive creases of her inner thighs. She moaned softly and eased her legs back a bit further, lifting her ass up off the bed. It took me a second to figure out what she wanted. I slid two of my fingers into her pussy, which was sopping wet, and then pulled them out and pressed them against her ass. I could feel her muscles relax as I worked them inside her one at a time, her smooth anal walls contracting and clenching around my fingers as the stimulation of my tongue on her clit brought her ever closer to the edge. Her moans were more like loud cries now, tight with the tension of a building orgasm.

"Gonna cum, Daddy!' she moaned.

"Good girl. I want you to cum for me!" I realized that while she referred to herself as a bad girl, I kept calling her a good girl. Was there a psychological rationale for that?

It was nine thirty when I finished fucking her leaving her sated and famished.

"So when are you bringing your girl friend Haley over to fuck your brother Johnny?"

"Did I say I would get her to fuck him?"

"If you didn't, you suggested it might happen as Haley's kinda horny and has told you she thinks Johnny's kinda hot."

"She's always horny, and if she lays eyes on you, she'll never give my brother a second thought."

"So I'll lay low. But then you'll have to get them together. Can you do it?"

"I guess, maybe I'll have to eat her out to really get her hot. I think she'd like the idea of fucking me and my brother."

"You make it sound like an incestuous contest," I said.

"There's nothing incestuous about it. I'm not fucking my brother, she is!" Noreen huffed.

"It will be if you join in."

"Why would I join in?"

"Well, if you're watching them, the temptation might be too much for you to handle." As I said it I was lightly rubbing her pussy which was wetter than ever.

"Maybe you could keep me occupied while they go at it."

I smiled and said, "Now there's a thought.

Noreen giggled and said, "I can get you up again, you want."

"No thank you, I've had enough for now. But it was a very interesting offer."

Not easily defeated, Noreen countered with, "I'll lick your ass and suck your balls, you want."

"Try giving it a rest, Noreen. I've got to get dressed and out."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to see what that prick, Compton does during the day. I want to get him for what he's done to you. And I don't think you should be sneaking off to meet him whenever he calls."

"Oh, now you sound like a meanie, Daddy!"

"Look in the mirror, baby, the bruises he left are still visible. He's not the kind of guy you should be hanging with."

"And you are?"

"I'm a lot better than he is for you, although you should try having sex with someone in your own age bracket.

"I have. They're so juvenile."

"Maybe a year or two older, than," I said softly.

"I'll give it some thought."

"That's my girl."

"Will you be spanking me tomorrow?"

"If Haley's not around, sure."

"Oh, goodie!"

FOLLOWING COMPTON

I waited a block away from Compton's home for four hours, pissing twice into an extra large coffee container I'd picked up from Starbucks before spotting Compton leaving in an inconspicuous but fairly expensive Lexus. I followed him to a grocery store on Santa Monica Boulevard, waited a minute then after disposing of the urine filled container, followed him inside. I found him in the wine section on the far side of the building. I gave him a good lead before following him around a corner and down another aisle; I saw three women and one man occupying various places in the aisle, but no Compton.

I had no choice but to continue down the aisle and hope to spot him on the following aisle, and found him talking to a chubby redhead. But several other people stood between me and my prey.

Wanting to get closer, I made my way past a young teenager talking on her cell phone. She never even glanced at me as I passed her, The next person was a slim woman in workout clothes, whose age could have been anywhere from thirty-five to fifty-five; it was hard to judge her age due to the number of cosmetic procedures she had already undergone. She gave me a suspicious glance as I approached then resumed her study of various whole wheat bread labels when I walked past. The lone male in the aisle was filling his cart with jugs of cheap wine and barely moved so I could proceed around him. That left two women, an older woman in a postal carrier uniform, and a plump woman in a business suit, who appeared to be around forty years of age. I paused before passing them and studied Compton and the redhead while pretending to examine the label on a box of cereal.

They moved on, to the frozen foods section, with Compton guided her forward by placing a hand on the small of her back. She was about five feet, four inches tall, with one of those teenage asses that grown men would die for. Her thighs were kind of thick, i.e. the chubby comment earlier, and her hair was cut in a long bob, parted on the side, and curled inward as it reached her shoulders. She was a very pretty girl, probably eighteen or nineteen, but not a day older.

As she turned around, I saw for the first time that her breasts were full, and her cream-colored open collar shirt revealed a generous amount of cleavage. Instinctively I knew this wasn't the first time they'd met. 

I was close enough to hear some of their conversation, but not so much that would cause them to notice me and move away.

"... I just wanted to meet in a public place ... you know?" she was saying as I tuned in on their conversation.

"... You don't look dangerous or anything like that ..."

"I'm not," Compton replied. "But from what you've told me you want to try ... certain things."

She looked at him as if seeing him for the first time. "Yeah ..."

He took hold of her arm and squeezed. "I can indulge those fantasies of yours," he said smoothly, and I understood how he had seduced Noreen. The guy was persuasive, especially with an inexperienced teen aged girl who thought she knew everything and wanted to experiment in things she didn't know, but suspected were very sexy.

"You can?" She said, and I knew he'd hooked her.

"Is your car outside?"

"Um, yeah," she replied.

I studied Compton and thought, what woman in her right mind wouldn't have been attracted to him? He was tall, almost six foot, with wide impressive shoulders and a fit, trim body. Anyone could see from a mile off that he took care of his physique, and I winced as his well-toned muscles rippled under his silk shirt with every movement as he ushered the redhead outside.

The sun was setting as they parked their cars - his Lexus, her Saturn in the parking lot of a seedy, furtive looking motel not to far from the airport runways and a suburban industrial park, a strip of motels and weedy fields that squatted in the shadow of the expressway, a place where no one stayed, where nothing was permanent. It was the same place Noreen had mentioned he'd taken her.

Compton knew how to pick his spots. It was highly unlikely anyone would bother him here, no matter how loud the redhead screamed.

My tires crunched on the dry gravel as I pulled into a spot about a block from them, rolled down my window and listened to the distant whining of jet engines and saw the strobe lighting along the runway landing lights reflected in the low cloud cover.

Compton got out of his car, opened the trunk and took a bag out, and then walked into the motel office to register. The redhead remained in her car until Compton emerged from the office and walked casually to the unit at the farthest point from the office. At this hour I suspected there were no others registered at the dumpy motel.

Once they were inside, I pulled into the motel's parking area, got out of the car and carrying a briefcase I'd borrowed from Klugman, stepped into the office and took the room next to Compton.

I tried to be quiet as I opened the door to my unit and stepped inside. The walls of this dump had to be razor thin, and I took a glass from the briefcase and put it against the wall. Compton's voice was almost crystal clear.

"I'll put the rope here, over the closet door; you can take the other toys from the bag and put them on the dresser."

"Oh, what are these?" The redhead asked.

Compton ran them off for her and my benefit: Handcuffs and chains, rope and nipple-clips, vibrators and dildos, clamps, whips and floggers."

"Wow, it reminds me of the dentist's where all his stuff, I mean, tools, are laid out," she said excitedly.

"Yes," Compton agreed, "it does resemble a surgeon's instruments."

"Yeah," she said, sounding very interested. "Fascinating, isn't it?"

I took out the small drill I'd borrowed from Klugman's workshop and tested it. There was almost no sound as the drill whirled.

I hoped Compton would need to take a leak before I attempted to drill the hole I needed to see into their room. I'd already scoured the wall for a previous peeper's vantage point and found no other sign of tampering.




You're Nobody ... Ch. 05



Assuming that their room was exactly like mine, I selected a spot several feet from the door as my drilling point. I wanted a place where they wouldn't notice the small flakes of sheetrock that would spill into the room when I began drilling, and a decent perspective of their room when I finished and put an eye to the hole.

And then I waited. Less than a minute later another jet whined overhead so close that the lampshades vibrated, the light flickered against the walls of my room as I drilled my hole.

After putting the drill down on the bed I pressed against the wall and took my first look in on them. The girl, I never heard him call her by name, was certainly a willing participant. Actually she seemed to be getting excited just looking at his toys of pain.

"Come here," Compton said.

I stepped away and called Noreen, she answered on the first ring.

"It's me," I said in a whisper.

"Why are you calling ...?"

"Shut up and listen," I said, interrupting her. "I've got Compton in a situation. A compromising situation, understand?"

"Yeah ..." she responded breathlessly.

"I need two things ... his home phone number. I don't want to call him on his cell. I need to speak with his wife."

"And?" Noreen said, waiting for my second request.

"Oh, I'll just call 911. I was going to see if you could get me the vice squad's number, but 911 should do the trick.

"I'm glad you said you wanted Mrs. Compton's number ... I think my mother has it listed in her book ... she keeps it in the kitchen ... wait, I'm on my way there now."

True to her word, Noreen fed me Mrs. Compton's personal number and I hung up after thanking her.

"Hello, Compton residence, Nicki answered.

"Nicki, you don't know me, but I need to speak with Sylvie right now."

"I'm sorry, we don't accept calls..."

"Shut up, this is an emergency!"

"How dare you!" Nicki shouted into the phone.

"Does Sylvie want to catch her husband with his pants down and win an easy, uncontested divorce or not?"

"Who is this?"

"Let me talk, time is short. I'm at the Decrepit Manor, a motel near the airport. Compton's inside with an underage girl, practicing S&M on her poor body. Get her lawyer, not his on the phone and have him get over here pronto with a camera. You've got twenty minutes tops. Then I'm calling the police, the vice squad actually. I hate the son-of-a-bitch and I'm gonna see him go down," I put as much venom into my voice as possible and hung up.

I returned to my peep-hole and saw that the girl had just removed her cream-colored shirt, and was unhooking her pushup bra. Her breasts were lush and vulnerable and her nipples were already stiffened with arousal. She kept her eyes down and didn't say a word as Compton took her breasts in his hands and felt their weight, then rubbed his thumbs over her areolas. She sighed and closed her eyes in acceptance, instinctively pushing her chest into his palms, offering herself.

"We're alone now, Ashley, and we're going to see if you like the things I think you'll like. You know I'll never push you too hard. I'll never make you do anything you really don't want to do. All you ever have to do is tell me to stop and I'll stop. I don't want you to ever be afraid." 

What bullshit, I thought as Compton's hands left her breasts and pulled her to him for a torrid kiss. She bent back like a willow in a gale, arms hanging nervously at her sides until he broke the kiss and said, "You can touch me."

Her hands came up and got tangled in his hair as his hands explored the remainder of her fine, if slightly chubby body; squeezing her ass, poking a finger or two against the entrance of her pussy while they engaged in another long kiss.

I started taking pictures, holding the camera against the wall and seeing even better through the telephoto lens.

"Suck my dick, Ashley," he said matter of factly, and like a zillion other teenage girls before her, she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth, using both hands to hold him. 

"No hands, Ashley," he said with a smirk on his face, and watched as she tried to keep him lodged in her mouth without the use of her hands.

Suddenly he backed away from her and went to the toys arrayed on the dresser and picked up a pair of steel handcuffs. Ashley stood there looking suddenly cold and exposed and momentarily confused.

"Your wrists, Ashley," Compton ordered, and she held out her hands, looking at the handcuffs as if having trouble focusing. Her hands were shaking, but she held them out as he took control of her.

I debated calling the police and decided to wait until he was further along, thinking it would look better if she were screaming, or appeared to be screaming when they arrived.

He fastened the steel cuffs together in front of her with a sturdy chromed clip. She raised her hands and the rings jangled softly as she studied them. There was an excitement in her eyes, but also shame and a bright blush had spread beneath her carefully maintained tan as Compton carefully peeled her shorts and skimpy blue thong from her somewhat rigid body.

Ashley was now left wearing her four-inch heels and nothing else.

She had shaved her bush for the occasion, although it was possible she did it as a matter of course like many teenage girls.

Compton moved into action, leading her over to the closet, where he fastened a length of nylon rope to the inside doorknob, tied a loop in the end and passed it over the top, and then closed the door. Next he passed another length of rope through this loop and fastened the free end to Ashley's handcuffs and hauled on it, lifting her wrists over her head. He tied it off around the doorknob, leaving her standing there so that her arms were raised, her elbows at eye level, her breasts crowded together.

"Yes, that's good," he said with a satisfied smirk and suddenly slapped her across the face. Ashley had lost her composure then, crying out in surprise and pain at the blow.

It wasn't the most violent slap I'd ever seen a woman take, but it was hard and sudden enough to leave her with swollen lips. She was now more than nervous. She was definitely afraid as the realization of her helpless situation came upon her. She didn't really know this man. He'd promised her things ... things she'd thought she wanted, but now ... now she wasn't so sure she wanted them.

How do I know she had such thoughts? She was kind enough to express them verbally to Compton after he slapped her a second time. She earned herself another, even harder slap for uttering her concerns and then began crying and pleading for mercy.

I kept snapping pictures I hoped would help Mrs. Compton in her divorce proceedings. Glancing at my watch, I saw that I needed another fifteen minutes before calling the police and returned to my peep-hole.

I could see her pulse in her throat racing. Compton was in no particular hurry, watching unconcernedly as Ashley raised a leg and pressed a foot against the door, and then put it down. She shifted her hips, trying to get comfortable.

"Please ... I can't move," she said. Ashley wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack. Compton smiled ... I took a picture ..."So I notice," he said ominously and took a handful of her hair and yanked her head back so that it slammed into the door then slowly licked her lips.

The stupid girl opened her mouth expecting him to kiss her, only to have him move to her throat, where I think he sucked on the pulsing vein he found there while running a hand between her legs to demonstrate just how helpless she was.

"What ... what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered nervously.

"Why, whatever I want to do to you, Ashley."

That remark caused Ashley to pull at the rope and bring her elbows together as if she could hide her face behind them.

"Mmm..." Compton sighed as he leaned against her so she could feel his aroused prick pressing on her hip before slowly dry-humping her as a clue to what would be happening next.

When his hand closed down on the globe of her right tit so hard that she moaned in pain, I decided I had better call the vice squad.

I stepped away and dialed 911 and told the operator that I could hear a woman being attacked and possibly raped, and provided the address of the motel and Compton's room number.

"She's screaming," I said and held the phone to the wall. Compton sealed his own fate by causing Ashley to scream at that moment. It was all the operator needed to hear.

As it turned out, my timing was perfect, because Compton changed tactics, fingering little Ashley until she was on the verge of cumming then backing off.

Now Ashley wanted him. She was getting into it and wouldn't mind the next few slaps or tweaks Compton applied to her.

I figured the cops were five or six minutes away. I had no idea if his wife's lawyer would arrive before or after the police. I just needed him there at some point so that he could later testify to the fact that the police had been called and Compton found in a room with a young woman handcuffed and hung up from the closet door.

Ashley was no longer a docile creature worried about being tied up to the door. Oh no ... she had come alive with the help of his fingers and her perverted mind ... you'd never think it to see her in walking down the street, or sitting in Wendy's enjoying a burger — just a girl like any other girl, nothing special — but now she was entirely sexual. It was her natural element, the one place she wanted to be more than any other.

For a moment there I found myself envying Compton. She was such a hot little piece of ass, moving her hips back and forth, trying in vain to get herself off, and knowing that he and only he could do that for her.

Compton lowered his slacks and exposed himself to her.

"Look at it, Ashley. I know you want it, but where do you want it?"

"Ohhhh! Oh yes! Put it in me!"

"But where, baby?"

"My pussy! Stick it in my pussy!"

"What about your ass?"

"My ass?"

"Yeah, your backdoor. Would you like it back there?"

"I ... I never ..."

"Always a first time, baby," he cooed in her ear then twisted a nipple so hard she screamed.

I got that one with the camera, shooting continuously until he moved his hand away.

"Who owns you, Ashley? Huh? Who owns you, baby? Whose bitch are you?"

"Ohhh," she breathed.

He picked up a riding crop - Slap!

"I asked you who owned you, Ashley. Who owns this pussy?"

He had one finger inside her and a thumb on her shaved pubic mound and turned her sideways so he could slap her ass. Three slaps in Ashley was pushing herself at his fingers, although she might have been trying to avoid the sharp slaps from the riding crop he was delivering to her ass. 

"Now who owns you?!"

"You do!" she cried, breasts rising and falling. Ashley was on fire and there was no hiding it. "You do! You own me!"

He increased his fingering, making sure to rub her clit at the same time.

Ashley was making little mewing sounds. There was a gasp, I heard her scream, but it might have been from her cumming, I was never sure about it because at the same time there was a loud knock on the door.

I took two more pictures, one of his stunned expression; one of Ashley, swinging in a tiny circle, after Compton left her to see who was knocking. He was forced to shuffle, much like a convict in ankle chains. I really think he knew who was at the door before they shouted, "Police, open up!"

Compton didn't bother opening it. And when they broke in they found him, pants around his ankles, riding crop in his right hand and of course, Ashley dangling from the closet door.

The lawyer never showed up. I waited until they'd herded the handcuffed Compton and little Miss Ashley, now fully dressed and sobbing uncontrollably into a second squad car.

I heard her lying her ass off to them. He'd abducted her...was going to kill her, and a bunch of other shit.

She forgot that her car was parked outside the unit and that the cops were running the plate numbers of both cars. I'd parked mine in front of the motel office and remained in my unit until they left. I sealed the hole in the wall as best I could, just in case and left about twenty minutes after they did.

I called the Compton's and Nicki answered again.

"Remember me?" I said.

"I told Mrs. Compton what you said. She thinks you're crazy."

"I'm not. Too bad though, he's in custody right now. They caught him with his pants down, torturing some young kid."

"You gotta be shitting me!" she gasped. "S...Sylvie!"

In the distance I heard Mrs. Compton asking what the matter was.

"He says ... you better talk to the man!"

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hi Sylvie," I chirped. "Listen carefully. I called earlier and asked that you see a lawyer with a camera to the Decrepit Manor. You didn't. Now although the cops have Bruce in custody, he'll undoubtedly call his lawyer and get himself a viable story to tell about how it came that he had this young thing strung up on the closet door while whacking her ass with a riding crop. You, could have had pictures of it, but didn't follow instructions. You could have taken him to the cleaners in court."

"And now I can't unless ...?"

I laughed. "You're smarter than I gave you credit for, Sylvie. The unless is that you pay me a reasonable sum of money for the pictures I took."

"Just who are you, and why are you being so generous?"

"Let's just say that I find your husband a rotten son-of-a-bitch and leave it at that. I followed him this afternoon, saw him meet the girl. It seemed they'd met before. They drove off to the motel in their cars, I followed, and the rest is history."

"How much for the pictures? I want to see them first, of course."

"Let's meet at your place, shall we say in thirty minutes?"

"Thirty minutes it is ... Mr.?"

"Fortuitous, Mrs. Compton, Mr. Fortuitous."

She laughed heartily at that and hung up.

Two minutes later I pulled into her driveway. I wanted to be gone if she planned on calling the police.

"You're early," Nicki said on answering the door.

"It pays to be the early worm. That's how I caught Brucie the sadist."

"Sylvie, he's here!"

Sylvie was dressed demurely, in a loose sweater and shorts, with four-inch heels.

"Drink, Mr. Fortuitous?"

"No thank you, Sylvie." I handed her the camera. I'm guessing you know how these digital things work. Have a look at my work. Please don't bother erasing them; I've already had a set made at a drug store."

She nodded absently as she looked at the pictures.

"Ten thousand," she said quietly.

"Twenty-five. It's worth it. He may convince the judge of his innocence, but the pictures will win over any jury."

"Twenty, but I can't pay you now."

"I'll take an IOU, Sylvie. It should be worth it to you and Nicki," and in a whisper I added, "that is if you intend to keep on keepin' on with Nicki after the divorce."

That stunned her.

"Yeah, I've been watching the two of you as well. I wasn't sure about you so I was covering my bets just in case you turned me down. Brucie can use all the help he can get."

"You'll get your twenty thousand; now get the fuck out of my house."

I left and returned to the Klugman's where I was greeted effusively by non-other than ...



You're Nobody ... Ch. 06



A New Side to Mrs. Klugman

Sheila Klugman pulled her Mercedes SL500 into her driveway and raised the roof. She ran her fingers through her short blonde hair, wishing for about the millionth time that there was a way to keep her hair from getting too messy while driving with the top down. She so loved driving the convertible with the top down and looking sporty, and one of the prices she paid was having to wear her hair short. It wasn't quite a bob, but it was definitely above the collar, and it was almost impossible to keep permed.

She got out of the car and began limping slightly as she keyed the remote to the mudroom entrance of the house. Still limping from the fall she'd taken playing tennis at the country club, she settled gingerly onto her expensive couch and stretched out her long and still lovely legs.

Oh How I'd love a gin and tonic right now, she thought as the front door opened and she saw the street person walk in.

This time instead of showing her displeasure at my arrival, she smiled and said, "You know, I owe you an apology, I can't thank you enough for saving Fritzie. You know, she means everything to me."

Shelia was wearing a white tennis outfit and leaning a bit more than necessary since she had just opened the top three buttons of her tennis shirt to cool off and was providing me with a wonderful view of her twins.

"It was the thing to do ..." I paused, and then added, "Shelia," Doing my best not to stare at her chest.

Shelia beamed at me. One of her twins flashed a glimpse of nipple my way. "My husband has a habit of picking up strays. I suppose that's one of the endearing things that attracted me to him in the first place. But after a few years it began to wear thin, and after the last experience -- that one made off with my BMW -- I thought my days of playing nursemaid to his strays were over. But after the way you saved my Fritzie ... well, you can stay as long as your heart desires."

I tried to match her smile. "I'm sure you won't have to nursemaid me at all," I said as both nipples came into view, but I really think she was unaware of it.

She laughed and said, "Please, call me Sheila. I thought I told you that already."

It was then that I noticed she appeared to be in some discomfort.

"Can I get you something, Sheila? Water? Juice? Something a little harder?"

"You noticed?"

"Um, you're a very active woman, Mrs. Klugman. I walk in and you're sitting there in what looks like ... well, let's just say you look uncomfortable."

"I took a fall playing tennis, and yes, I'd love a strong tonic about now. Please make it Gin, not vodka."

I walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out some ice and plopped some into a tall glass then filled it halfway with Gin and topped it off with tonic and then added a slice of lime and brought it to her.

"Thanks," she said and took a healthy sip.

A moment went by and then she said, "Aren't you joining me?"

"No thanks, Sheila. I'm off the hard stuff. That's what landed me on the street. I will have the occasional glass of wine at a meal, but that's as far as I trust myself."

"Good for you," she replied and I felt she meant it.

"Is your leg feeling any better?" I asked with genuine concern.

"About like before," she answered and took another sip. "Maybe worse."

I took another peek at her puppies and wondered if I was about to ravish every female in the house. So just to get a different reaction from Sheila I said, "I think your neighbors; the Compton's are having marital problems." 

"Really, and you know this how?"

"I hate to talk out of school ..."

"Come on, you haven't been in school for a long time," She chided me, knowingly.

"He was carted off from a seedy motel after tying up a young girl and torturing her."

"My, God! How do you know?"

"I happened to see him being arrested."

She licked her lips and purred, "And what were you doing by that seedy motel?"

"The truth? I was following him."

"Why?" she asked, leaning a little more.

"I had nothing better to do. I had your car, um, Warren's anyway, and there he was coming down his drive, I tagged along, unobtrusively, of course."

"You have a big vocabulary for a street person, you know?" Shelia purred.

"I wasn't always homeless, Shelia."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It was thoughtless and cruel of me. I do apologize."

"That's all right, maybe I'll tell you my story someday."

"I'd like that," she said contritely. Then she caught me looking at her chest and did something with her shoulders that restored the nipples to their rightful hiding place and I glanced down at my hands just to have someplace else to look.

She didn't seem bothered by my peeking at her puppies, and said quite unabashedly, "I had a little surgery there five years ago. Good job, don't you think?"

I certainly do, Sheila. At least from the little I saw of them."

"Well don't think I'm letting you see or handle them! I was just telling you ..."

I let a moment pass before resuming the conversation. "I followed him because I heard something about him," I thought talking about Compton would ease a difficult situation and it did.

"What did you hear?" apparently Sheila loved gossip as much as the next one.

"That while married to a beautiful woman, he spent most of his time chasing young women."

"You mean kids?"

"No, he's too smart to risk doing time. He goes after those younger than twenty or twenty-one; high school seniors or recent graduates. The one I saw him with was probably nineteen, maybe just twenty."

"What a bastard!" Sheila all but snarled. "I think all men are bastards ... um, present company excepted, of course."

"Um, what about Warren?"

"Uh, Warren! He's screwing his latest secretary, or receptionist. He always does. He gives them a week to enjoy the job and all its benefits and then has them bending over his desk to keep them."

"You don't mind?" I was a bit surprised that she knew about his fooling around, and allowed it.

"Of course I mind, but I'm not crazy. The man shits money. Where would I find another guy like that? The thing is I haven't been properly laid in almost eight months. The fourteenth of the month will make it eight months and that was a truly lousy fuck, you ask me."

"Well who would know better than you?"

"It would probably be best for both of us if you forgot that I just said that."

She gave me a little smile and said, "So he really tortured her?"

"I happened to hear the cops talking. It seems he had her hanging from the closet door."

Sheila's mouth dropped and I quickly added, "I don't mean by the neck. I think he had her hog-tied somehow and was using a belt or something on her when they burst in on them.

Shelia's smile turned into a sly grin. "I wonder how the cops happened to know what was going on in that room." I returned the grin, saying, "I called them after hearing her screaming."

"You're a very interesting man, you are."

"I am aren't I? Now tell me about that leg."

"I stumbled trying to make an impossible return. I had a cramp, but thought it went away."

"But it didn't," I added.

"No, it didn't, and now it hurts like hell."

"You might have strained a muscle or two," I said knowingly.

"You think?"

"I could give you a massage," I said.

Sheila smiled. "Are you kidding? A massage would be heavenly!" And despite the pain, Sheila had no difficulty in kicking off her tennis shoes.

"Let me help," I said, taking her damaged leg, (the right) and putting it between mine, and then peeled off her sock.

"Are you comfortable in that position?" Sheila asked, seeing that I had chosen an awkward place from which to begin a massage.

"Oh," I said, "Of course. You're right. Let me move the coffee table away." I stood up and pulled the coffee table away from the couch, then knelt at her feet. "Here, let me try this..."

I placed her right foot up on my shoulder and began gently massaging the calf. In doing so, the short, white tennis skirt she was wearing rose well up her nicely tanned thighs, partially exposing the tennis panties underneath. I recall thinking there were no obvious bikini lines, then again, a woman her age might not wear a bikini, but then again she didn't look her age.

After several minutes of vigorously massaging her calf, I asked her how it felt.

"Wonderful," she replied, and all but finished her drink, setting the glass beside her on an end table. As she shifted legs, her tennis skirt rose even higher, and it was obvious to me that her panties weren't the type normally worn during tennis. These were lacy and sheer, practically transparent, and it was obvious that Sheila was a real blonde; although it was still possible she had someone touchup that little patch as well as the top of her head.

"You do know how to massage an aching muscle, don't you?"

"I've had some practice, Sheila."

"Could you give my right thigh some attention, that's where I think I strained a muscle or something?"

"Certainly, Sheila, but it would be better if you stretched out and I knelt between your legs."

"Yes, of course," she said and stretched out as requested.

"On second thought, Sheila, perhaps it would be better if we moved into your bedroom."

"But why?" she asked, feeling perfectly comfortable where she was and not wanting to put any further pressure on her bad leg.

"I don't think it would look right if someone, say one of your kids walked in on us like this. No telling what they'd think."

"We're not doing anything wrong," she protested, still not wanting to put any pressure on the leg. Then after giving my suggestion further thought, said, "Oh, you're right, but I'll need help getting there."

"I'll carry you," I said and met no resistance when I reached under her and picked her up.

After depositing her gently on her bed, which had yet to be made as it was Consuela's day off, I rummaged around in her bathroom medicine cabinet and found some massage oil and brought it and some towels back into the bedroom with me.

"Aren't you the handy one," Sheila giggled as I laid them out on the bed alongside her.

"I figured you'd have some oils around. The towels are for ... well cleaning and possibly covering ..."

"Covering what? I'm not taking anything off. You're massaging my leg, that's all!"

"Of course, I didn't mean to suggest ..."

"Damn right you didn't! Now I appreciate your carrying me in here, but I don't know if I should let you continue."

"How's the leg feel?"

"FINE!" she barked, "the leg's just fine!"

"Okay then," I replied and made ready to leave.

"Wait! You're leaving me here?"

"Yeah. You're in your bedroom, you're able to walk; you made it into the house. Hey, you're not an invalid. I'm going for a swim."

"FUCK!" Sheila yelled, and I admit she startled me. "Stay with me! I'm sorry; I do want you to massage my leg."

"I know women have swing moods, but honest to God, Sheila, I wish you'd make up your mind!"

Evidently people didn't talk to her that way, at least they hadn't in some time and she became contrite and didn't say a word as I maneuvered her so that her toes hung just over the end of the bed. This left plenty of room between her head and the headboard at the top of the bed.

"I feel better all ready," Sheila sighed.

"I could do your back too, Sheila, but you'll have to take off the tennis outfit."

"I'm not taking it off. What do you think I am?"

"I think you're Warren's wife, and I respect that boundary. I'm only asking because the oil will stain your nice outfit and I don't think you want that."

I waited while she thought about it.

"Hmmm," she said after a short pause, "I don't want to ruin it, okay, get off the bed and turn away. There are enough towels to cover what needs to be covered. Give me a minute to get ready."

I faced away and waited.

Moments later she gave me permission to turn around. She was on her stomach, one large towel covering her ass and upper thighs; another ran from her lower back to the top of her head.

"Um, Shelia, I may need to make some adjustments to the towels in order to massage you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but be careful. "

I was looking at the way she'd tossed the tennis outfit under the armchair that was to the left of her bed. She'd crumpled it into a ball and tossed it away, telling me that she didn't care at all about the outfit.

Since she'd stripped for me, I ignored her calves and began what I thought would be a standard massage. I began at her neck and slowly worked down to her spine before concentrating on the shoulders and upper arms.

Sheila moaned contentedly, murmuring, "You've really done this before," as if surprised.

"Yes," I replied, taking her arm and placing it in the cleft between my thighs, as I continued to massage straight down her arms to her fingers. The whole time her hand rested no further up than the mid thigh. Finishing with her left arm, I made what would be the first intrusive move by sitting on the towel covering her ass and using my upper body weight, administered a firm massage to the midline of her back.

"Am I too heavy?"

"No, it feels terrific. I'm impressed, really I am," she murmured.

In return for her compliment, I lightly let my fingers run over her exposed skin, causing Sheila to squirm and mutter "Now that feels even better!"

I laughed and folded the towel covering her ass in half rather than lifting it off her and used my thumbs on the middle part of her thighs, wrapping my fingers around the outer and inner sides until reaching the upper portion of her thigh, and then carefully avoiding any overtly sexual contact, I moved one edge of the towel into the cleft between her buttocks, thereby exposing the left cheek.

If Sheila was finding any of this inappropriate she gave no sign. And so, I repeated the light finger routine, concentrating on the buttock and upper, inner thigh and received a low growling chuckle from an apparently satisfied customer.

Of course, as I massaged her buttocks I saw more than enough of her pussy to know she was getting wet from my touches.

I started the other leg and proceeded as I had on the first, only this time, as I moved up her thigh and rolled the muscles of the inner thigh outwards, Shelia's legs parted, allowing greater access to the upper, inner thigh.

And, as my hands reached the top of her leg, Sheila rotated her head to watch me work in the mirror above the dresser. I had to smile at the subtle manner she used to open her nether region so as to grant me even greater access. After that it was a simple matter for my hands and fingers to move closer and closer to her hairy cunt with each pass of me hands along her thighs.

"OHHHH ... THAT'S SO NICE!" She whispered, as if to herself.

Hearing her words made me switch to my fingertips, running them over the backs of her thigh, but one hand concentrated on the right cheek, the fingers slowly creeping down the slope leading to the cleft between her cheeks. Almost imperceptibly, Shelia rotated her leg outwards, inviting deeper access. But I resisted that temptation knowing that prolonging the tease would reap far greater results.

I glanced at Shelia, with her head turned away from me but still facing the mirror checking me out. I made sure that she got a glimpse of my erection that was bulging out of my slacks, then took her right knee and bent her leg at a 45 degree angle before applying subtle pressure to the hamstring. As I leaned into her I let my hardon graze the small of her back.

She knew what it was all right, for she tensed up and then relaxed after uttering a low, "OH!" as she savored the sensation.

Meanwhile my hands moved on to pay particular attention to where her muscle met the pelvic bone. Soon I had my left hand caressing the inside of her upper thigh and my right moved back down the leg, around the inside, and began massaging the other muscle group on the inside of the thigh which was extremely close to her labia.

Sheila let out a barely audible moan, and her fist was clenching and opening with each brush of my fingertips against her. Before allowing her to go over the edge into an orgasm, I ran my hands along the length of the muscle then started again at the lower end, slowly moving back up.

Sheila knew exactly where this was going and parted her legs even more and to ensure I reached the right destination she made sure the towel wasn't covering her pussy anymore and then dropped her hand to her side.

Even in the faint lighting in the bedroom I could see that her pussy was a gooey mess. This was no misplaced massage oil. There is no mistaking the glistening juice with that of any massage oil, and then there was the odor ... the unmistakable aroma of arousal. What I'm saying is that if Sheila chose that moment to stand up, she'd have had a string of mucus reaching to the floor.

We were well past the point of return. I let the palm of my hand drop to her cunt, giving it a very light slap.

Sheila groaned and threw her pelvis up. "YES!" she croaked.

I slapped her a little harder and got the same reaction, then sent the fingers of my other hand to graze her clit and slapped her cunt again.

"OHMYGOD ... OH...MY...GOD!"

I thought for a moment that she'd stopped breathing. But then she let out a long slow moan that she tried to suppress, as her body tensed and relaxed, her pelvis arched to meet the downward sweep of my next slap.

I let my hot breath caress her clit and then slapped her cunt.

Sheila couldn't hold back any longer. Breathing erratically she closed her eyes and came while I discontinued the slapping and started using long gentle strokes up and down her inner thighs, lightly brushing her cunt lips as I passed by.

It took me a moment to realize that Sheila was apologizing to me.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so very sorry! Nothing ... I mean that's never happened to me before. I ... I..."

I shushed her, murmuring that she should just relax. That everything was fine.

"But ..., I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be silly, it's all very natural. I'm sorry if I've caused you embarrassment. I didn't sense what was happening otherwise I would have stopped or at least checked to see if you wanted me to continue. It's a complement that you could become so relaxed as to respond in such a way to such minimal stimulation. You're obviously a very sensual woman."

"No, it's not your fault. The massage was so good I was in an almost dream like state. I feel so silly, I don't suppose that sort of thing happens very often."

"It happens ... probably more often than you would think."

"This ... this has ... I mean, you've had this happen to you before?'

I went into deny, deny, deny mode. "Oh, no, not to me. At least not that I know of. You know ... I mean a woman can ..." I let it drop to see how Sheila would react.

"Oh ... yes, I see. Yes, women respond differently. Of course, that's it," she said and left it there.

"Um, would you want to continue? Or if you're uncomfortable or embarrassed we can stop right now."

"You're not finished?" she said softly, and I detected a ray of hope in her tone.

"Not really, your leg can definitely use more massaging.

She reached out and covered her privates with the towel again and said, "Well then, please continue."

"Sheila, if I presume to much, just say, 'move on,' or something like that and I'll do it. I'll do it instantly, okay?"

"Yes, yes, please ... continue."

I started on the other leg, and Shelia appeared to fall back into a relaxed stupor as I worked the muscles in her calf and then her hamstring. The towel lost its purchase and slipped to one side, exposing her genitals and anus to me again.

I waited a beat, but she didn't reach for the towel and neither did I.

It was evident that her recent orgasm hadn't stemmed the flow of juice from her cunt. But to be sure she really wanted my attention on her love flower; I was much more deliberate in my approach.




You're Nobody ... Ch. 06



I knew she'd given me the green light as her moans of appreciation increased, both in repetition and volume.

"Are you all right?" I inquired with a whisper in her ear.

"Ah, ha," was all she could muster.

With that I changed my approach and eased the towel completely off Sheila.

She didn't protest.

I ran my fingers lightly over the skin of both legs. As I stretched down to her ankles my cock pressed firmly into the small of her back; but now with greater pressure and purpose than earlier. Weaving my fingertips up her legs I deliberately avoided touching her labia, which made Sheila wiggle her ass in the hope of initiating a more intimate contact. The next time I stretched down to her ankles I slid my groin up her back, bringing my face inches from her anus and cunt, and audibly took a deep breath. I slowly counted to four then exhaled the heated air through pursed lips along the length of her pussy and straight across her anus.

Sheila jerked her body. Her anus twitched. (I swear I saw it do so.) Then, before she could think about what I was doing, my fingers were between her legs, spreading her cunt lips apart.

With my free hand I grabbed the massage oil and dribbled some across her ass cheeks, allowing a pool to form just at the top of her crack. As it overflowed and a trickle ran down over her anus, I laid a finger on the patch of skin commonly referred to as the 'taint,' as if to stop the accidental flow. Sheila flinched, and then groaned as my finger moved upwards over her anus, scooping up the excess oil, but causing her sphincter to constrict involuntarily.

"Easy ... easy," I murmured as I took an ass cheek in each in each hand then swept them from the center out, stretching her anus, then back inwards down onto her upper inner thighs; my hands following the crease between her cleft and thigh. This resulted in her pussy lips being forced together, and then opening like a flower, as my hands came together in the crevice between her legs.

Sheila's subsequent groan was revealing. She wasn't going to be able to hold back another orgasm for long. I seriously doubted she'd tell me to stop at this point. And I took some satisfaction that both of us knew exactly where this was going.

I continued stretching her anus and now had her pussy gaping openly, while a steady stream of goo drooled out of it.

My groin was now nestled against the back of her neck, my face and mouth inches above her anus and cunt. I resumed taking deep breaths and expelling them directly on her asshole. It took most of my willpower not to lick her inviting puckered anus, but I managed, telling myself it wouldn't be much longer before Sheila would do anything I wanted her to.

Now she was only capable of uttering guttural groans. She couldn't, or wouldn't answer any of the little questions I put to her, like, "is this okay," or, "do you like this?"

I was teasing her labia with short, caressing strokes; the lips at her entrance were fully gorged with blood, swelling them in invitation to my cock, but I demurred for the moment.

Thinking the moment was close; I sent my middle finger directly into her twat.

There was a short, rasping gasp followed by: "OH, GOD, FUCKKK YESSS!"

My thumbs kneaded her asscheeks, only slowing as her cries faded, as I attempted to milk the last ounce pleasure from her exhausted body.

"OHHHH!"

"Put your arms out by your sides," I whispered.

Still moaning, Sheila complied. Her arms were now at right angles to her body and I placed my well oiled hands at the sides of her chest then slipped them under and cupped her breasts. In doing so my pelvis rocked gently from side to side.

"Ooh, are you ...?" She couldn't bring herself to finish the question.

"I might, "I replied teasing her verbally as well as physically by continuing to move my hip so that my cock was now massaging her genitals while my hands massaged her ample breasts.

"That feels so good."

"It's meant to, Shelia."

Her nipples were both erect as I manipulated the tissue of her breasts. I splayed my fingers and drew them to the center, teasing but not touching the nipples.

Sheila was unabashedly humping me, although it was her ass and not her cunt. I found it most enjoyable and gave some thought to taking her anally, but decided not to do it.

I also knew that I was going to fuck her sooner than later, for I was all but gushing precum and my balls were starting to ache.

"Wait, wait!" Sheila cried out.

"Yes?" I said and waited.

"I think I should turn over ... don't you agree?"

"If you want to, sure," and I rolled off of her allowing her to turn over on her back.

The first thing she did was to spread her legs into a very inviting position. The second was to take affirm hold of my erection and give it a strong squeeze.

"You ... you're bigger than I thought ..."

"Eight inches," I said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Sheila nodded once and began to jerk me off.

"I'd rather you didn't, Sheila," I said gently.

"What?" Then not understanding my meaning, "God ... I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have ... I mean ... Oh, God ... I'm so sorry!"

"Sheila, stop it!" I all but shouted to get her full attention.

"It's perfectly all right, but I don't want to ejaculate just now. Do you understand?"

"What? Oh, you don't want ... Yes I think I understand."

"Hold me, squeeze me, but don't masturbate me, okay?"

"Okay."

Her hand shot out and took hold of me again, squeezing and releasing, over and over, but not jerking me off.

With her legs spread almost obscenely in front of me, I extended three fingers, spreading them slightly and dragged them along the length of her opening ending by rubbing against her clit.

Her entire body jerked.

"Jesus!" she rasped, her voice almost gone.

The next two sweeps of my fingers didn't approach her clit and Sheila tried to bring her clit into my fingers. And so on the next round I did touch her clit, she groaned with satisfaction and I remained with her clit, bestowing feather light touches, and then pressing down on it with the palm of my hand while she toyed with the base of my shaft, using it as a comfort toy while her mind was definitely elsewhere.

"OHHH, I'M GONNA ..."

I watched her face as she orgasmed for the third time by my count.

While she was in the midst of cumming, I sent two fingers into her cunt. Sheila shuddered and widened the spread of her legs, inviting me in.

I decided she wasn't quite ready and continued fingering her. When I brought the finger back out, a long, thick trail of mucus followed. With her eyes watching me, I brought it to my mouth and swallowed.

Sheila came again.

I sent the same finger back into her and searched out her G-spot. I found the spongy pad easily enough and began rubbing it.

She became confused when the urge to pee came and begged me to stop so she might relieve herself. "No, please don't," pleaded Katie. "Jesus, I've never come so hard before, and now I have to pee."

I told her to ignore it. She groaned in dismay, but let me have my way.

"It's time, Sheila. Do you want me to put a condom on?" 

"No ... just don't cum in me."

"Are you sure?" 

"I need you to fuck me! Please do it, before something happens and we can't."

I sent my cock into her smoldering cunt as she wrapped her legs around me and 

had at her.

I think she was cumming from the first stroke, but that might be my over active imagination working. On the other hand, Sheila was certainly into it, throwing her head back, and squeezing my ass so hard I had her prints on them for the remainder of the week. (Ask Consuela - Ask her daughter, Noreen.)

As her orgasm subsided, I let my dick slide out. It bounced up against my abdomen with a little "thwack", Sheila's cunt juice splattered over both of us.

"Did you cum in me?" she asked nervously.

"No, I haven't cum yet," I told her more to relive any anxiety she may have had about getting pregnant than anything else. Then I added, "But I thought we might try something different."

"Sure!"

I was turning her over before she could get another word out, raising her hips so that she was on her knees with her ass and cunt in the air. Then I began rubbing the head of my dick around her lips before sinking back into her heavenly hole.

Sheila turned her head to one side in order to watch us in the mirror.

"I ... I shouldn't admit this," she whispered, "but I love watching you going in and out of me."

I laughed and told her to look all she wanted, then I took hold of her breasts and, kneaded them and then teased each nipple in turn, knowing it would stiffen her clit.

I had up to then held myself in check inside her, letting her squeeze me with her kegeling, but when she raked her long fingernails across my scrotum and almost made me cum, I started to fuck her, making certain I pulled out far enough to let my dick rub against her clit each time I drew out of her.

Shelia lost it and returned my fuck, slamming her cunt back against my cock as it thrust into her. Anyone nearby would have easily heard the sloshing and pounding sounds our bodies made as we collided on our way to mutually tumultuous orgasms.

Sheila stiffened, turned her face into the pillow and screamed her pleasure into the pillow. I did manage to pull out before ejaculating all over her ass. And, as her orgasm subsided, Sheila slumped forward onto the bed; causing my diminished cock to flop against my thigh.

"Wow!" I croaked.

"You didn't!" Sheila gasped in alarm.

"Feel your ass, Sheila."

She did and grinned happily at me. "Yeah, a man of his word," Sheila said, sounding happy but tired.

"How's your leg?" I inquired.

"My leg? What about my ... oh ..."

And we were both laughing like idiots.

"Had enough massage for today?"

"Hmmm, well actually ..."

"Yes?" I said, wondering what I could do for an encore.

" There's one thing I'd like to try."

"Sure, I'm up to just about anything."

"This isn't the first time you've done this sort of thing, is it?"

"Well, no. I've tried it twice before with mixed results."

"What could she possibly have to complain about?"

"Well, it was my first attempt and I may have rushed things."

"In other words you scared the hell out of her."

"I guess I did."

"But the next one went well?"

"Indeed. In fact, she let me practice on her for a week."

"Every day?"

"Every single day, morning and night; I was twenty-two, she was fiftyish.

"Really?"

"A well preserved fiftyish, I should add. She taught me a great deal about pleasing a woman."

"God Bless her," Shelia said, and laughed as my cock started to rise.

"This time I'm on top," she laughed, and added, "Oh, condom's in the drawer next to the bed. Please use one, I can still get knocked up and I certainly don't want that."

Moments later her sweaty torso was bouncing up and down on my customized condom, with Sheila doing the teasing, letting my cockhead pop just inside the constriction of her vaginal sphincter then lifting up so that it popped out, with the tip still resting between her cunt lips. Finally she relented and sank smoothly down the full length of my shaft. Once she hit rock bottom Sheila began rotating her pelvis, grinding harder and harder onto my cock, before lifting herself up and all but free. And when she quickened the pace, both of us were groaning.

"Gonna cum you keep that up!" I warned, and Shelia slowed and rotated round to face me, keeping my dick buried inside her, while grinding down on me in order to get her clit into the action.

I realized she was trying to cum while keeping me holding on, so that she might just squeeze another one in and cumming with me when I exploded.

I saw no harm in that and did my best to help her out, by starting the multiplication tables beginning with the 7's.

Shelia had her hand down between her legs, rubbing her clit as she kegeled my dick, and I knew she was damn close so I help out by pumping hard for a few precious seconds. That, along with her clit rubbing did the trick and I heard her hiss then groan before shuddering to another climax.

I stopped fucking and let her ride it out. Eventually her orgasm began to fade and she slid off me thinking that I had cum along with her.

"Not so fast, young lady," I barked and gave her a decent slap on the ass. "Hands and knees, please!" I said harshly, and she scrambled to obey me.

"Grab the headboard!"

She did, and I entered her soggy cunt and began slamming the meat to her.

Almost immediately her orgasm returned, and she kept cumming until I finally spurted my last for the day and flopped out of her, telling her that she was the greatest fuck I'd ever had.

It couldn't hurt to tell a little white lie like that. Actually, Noreen was slightly better, with Consuela a distant third, if that.

It did the trick and Sheila smothered me with sloppy, wet kisses that I tried to return.

And then, just before Sheila made to get up from the bed, I spun her around, spread her legs and ate her to several more orgasms.

Afterward, she told me that no one had ever gone down on her after cumming in her.

"Not that it matters, Sheila, but I was wearing a condom."

"Still ..."

"I love e going down, Shelia, and I'd gladly do it again," but when I attempted to do so, she shoved me away, laughing and saying that Warren and the children would be home any minute.

I got up and dressed, watching her as she did the same.

"Could we ...?" She said.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes!"

"Give me a decent time," I said.

"Three thirty, four o'clock?"

"Four sounds good." I replied. It would be a Friday and the kids were home from school around two. That would give Noreen and her friend time to seduce Johnny, and I might get to do Noreen and possibly her friend, whose name escaped me at the moment. I could eat Sheila to a couple orgasms before fucking her and call it a night until Consuela came calling around midnight.

I knew I couldn't maintain this pace, but was determined to keep at it until I flagged, or had a heart attack. (I had completely forgotten about Sylvie, who I suspected wanted to try me out as well as I did her.)

Like the bad boy I was, I went to bed without supper, only be awakened by Consuela with a midnight snack. She also thought to bring me a sandwich and some coffee to go with it.



You're Nobody ... Ch. 07



Johnny's Got Some Gun

This next part is hearsay: that is, I took Noreen's story of what happened between her brother, Johnny and her friend, Haley to be true. She may well have embellished a detail or two, and furthermore, she's going on what she'd been told by the actual participants. I did manage to coax a detail or three from Johnny himself later on, and he more or less confirmed his sister's story. And that's why this is included.

Noreen had told me previously that her friend Haley was a horny, twenty year old, who had confided to her that she found Johnny, "handsome and highly fuckable."

Noreen also thought my suggestion that she put them together under the right circumstances, i.e., with no one else in the house, the perfect answer to the equation.

It so happened Johnny watched porn religiously on his computer after school from three to four-thirty, having bribed his sister to leave him alone during that period. Noreen had obliged him, but from time to time had surreptitiously listened at his bedroom door as he whispered his professed love to whatever siren was fornicating on the screen while he masturbated. 

In fact, Noreen had told me she had masturbated just outside his door on several occasions, and at my suggestion she had brought Haley with her the day before. Both girls had gotten so hot that they retreated to Noreen's room and watched each other masturbate to a rousing cum. Afterward; Noreen had suggested that Haley seduce her brother the following afternoon, and Haley had quickly agreed.

Their plan was a simple one. At the appropriate time, Haley would walk in on Johnny and hopefully nature would take its course.

At thee-ten, the next afternoon, while I was following Compton, Haley walked in on Johnny who was applying a lotion to his erection before beginning his masturbatory regimen.

"OHMYGOD!" she yelped in feigned surprise.

"GETOUT! GETOUT! GETOUT!" he yelled in shocked surprise.

"I'm so sorry!" Haley chirped perhaps a half dozen times, but she remained in the room and giving Johnny her sexiest smile, closed the door behind her.

Johnny, embarrassed beyond belief, tried to cover his erection, but being gifted in that department couldn't shield the head of his cock from Haley's inquisitive eyes.

"I ... um, see you have things well in hand, Johnny, Haley said softly and maintaining her smile.

Now in Johnny's eyes, Haley was his sister's hottest friend and he had jerked off with her in mind many times, especially when she wore that skimpy bikini to the pool.

"Can I watch you do it, Johnny? I won't make a sound, I promise."

"WHAT?" he croaked, not believing his ears.

Haley was already unbuttoning her blouse.

"I DON'T ..." Johnny didn't finish the sentence; for Haley's deft fingers were already prying a breast from her bra.

"Tit for that," she giggled and exposed the other breast to his virginal eyes.

Johnny cautiously began squeezing and caressing her breasts, not taking his eyes off her chest at all and not wanting to wake up from this dream ... but it wasn't a dream it was real.

"Mmmm, you like, Johnny?" Haley asked lewdly while noting that he'd left his swollen appendage totally exposed.

"Yeah ..." He managed after a long moment.

"Well, I happen to like what I see too."

"Huh?" he mumbled, not understanding her meaning because he was focused on her breasts and the marvelous, silky texture of her breast flesh.

"Suck 'em, Johnny. Go on, suck 'em!" she said, her voice already husky with wanton craving.

He sample them one after the other, then returned to the first one and kept sucking, until Haley's knees buckled from the intensity.

"Ever fucked a girl, Johnny?" Haley gasped as she hurriedly unbuttoned her shorts.

"Yeah ... sure ... plenty of times," he lied.

"I mean, have you really fucked a girl? I don't mind if I'm your first. In fact, I'll go nice and slow with you ... you know, show you the ropes."

By this time, Noreen was listening at the door to Johnny's room, her hand busy at her crotch as she envisioned her best friend seducing her virginal brother.

"Aw, you're right," Johnny confessed. "I ain't done it ... not with a real girl."

"I don't understand it, Johnny," Haley cooed, "You've got a wonderful dick. It's the biggest one I've ever seen. You got any rubbers?"

"Um, no ... should I run out and ..."

"No need, I happen to have some with me. You never know when you're going to need them."

"Yeah, right," he said staring at the camel toe visible through her skintight thong as Haley searched her purse for the condoms she'd bought just before driving over to the Klugman residence.

Finding the condoms, she giggled as she let the string of attached rubbers dangle from her hand.

"You must have been a girl scout," Johnny said, managing to find his real voice for the first time since Haley had barged into his room. "I mean, you're so prepared and all."

"And all," she giggled as a devilish grin played across her face. Holding the condoms in her hands, she broke the seal on the uppermost condom and, holding it up in her right hand for his inspection, sexily asked, "Want me to put it on?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied, his throat suddenly gone dry.

To his amazement, Haley placed the condom in her mouth. He thought at first that she was going to blow a bubble with it, and then closed his eyes as her face descended to his cock and her mouth cleverly mouthed the rubber on his throbbing prick.

"How ...?"

"Pure talent, baby, now let me get on top the first time, okay?"

"Yeah ... yeah!" He said hoarsely.

Haley quickly shed her remaining clothes and pushed him so that he fell backward on the bed, mounted him and guided his cock into her steaming cunt.

"Oh, damn it baby, you really reach places nobody else has!" Haley cooed with obvious delight. A moment later she was guiding his hands to her breasts, and telling him to "Squeeze 'em good." While reciprocating by dragging her fingernails over his fairly well developed chest as she began to slowing rise and fall on his no longer virginal cock.

Johnny's cheeks were flushed and tiny beads of sweat had formed on his brow.

It was at this point that Noreen carefully cracked the door to his room open and peeked in on them. Moments later she had three fingers jammed inside her slushy pussy and was nearing a climax. She'd seen Haley naked several times before, but watching her brother's very well endowed cock plunging in and out of Haley's pussy aroused her intensely.

She couldn't believe the size of her brother's cock and began then and there to plan how she would seduce him after Haley finished with him.

The soft creak of the bed brought here back to reality and she watched as the rutting couple switched positions. In the dim light of the room Noreen could see her brother now kneeling behind Haley. At her urging, he had taken hold of a handful of Haley's hair and was pulling it in one direction while driving his cock into her from behind. The covers were a heaped mess on the floor at the foot of the bed, and Haley was threatening to shred the sheets with the ferocious grip she had on them.

Noreen had a fire in her pussy, and it was all she could do to keep from throwing herself on the bed and begging her brother to fuck her too.

For his first time with a woman, Johnny was doing very well. Haley was instructing him in every facet of their encounter, compelling him to use slow, even strokes; commanding him not to even think about cumming until she gave him permission, and reveling in his obedience.

Several minutes went by before Haley felt herself readying to cum and she turned her face to him and kissed him then hissed "Fuck me hard, Johnny. Fuck me as hard as you can. You can cum with me!"

Noreen looked on as her brother began a fusillade of thrusts causing their bodies to give off a 'smack -smack' sound while Haley's breasts flounced and bounced every which way.

Noreen now had four fingers jammed into her cunt and the middle finger of her other hand up her ass. She was in danger of losing her balance and toppling into her brother's bedroom, but fought off the gravitational pull and remained upright as her climax rushed in and caused her to reel dizzily from its force.

If I can't get Johnny to fuck me soon, I'll have to jump the guest's bones, she told herself. (And I did have to give her a through going over later.)

As she watched, she saw the couple writhing on the bed, their bodies glistening with sweat. Haley's long hair was flailing about as her body heaved and bucked to Johnny's cock as it repeatedly impaled and then released her.

And Noreen came. Seconds later, Haley moaned, "Oh, Christ!" as she also came. In the ensuing silence only their heavy panting could be heard. Then Haley asked Johnny if he'd cum too."

"Yeah ... it was fuckin' amazing!"

"Can you fuck me again?" Haley asked hopefully.

"Yeah ... just gimme a minute."

Then after a brief silence -- "Got another condom?"

Haley scrambled away to grab her purse, this time she shook all the condoms out, tore one open and left the rest on the bed, hoping they would get to use several more before he couldn't get it up again.

Before she placed the second rubber on him, Haley's tongue gently licked the rest of his cum away as it seeped from the tip of his dick.

Tentatively she took his head into her mouth and let her tongue swirl along the crown and corona and gloried in his appreciative moans. 

"Jesus Christ that feels good!"

"Like having your cock sucked, Johnny?" she said provocatively.

"You know it!"

Tickling his asshole with her finger, Haley used her right hand to stroke him as she sucked, moving the finger from his ass to his balls and tickling them as well.

Haley attempted to deep-throat him, but gagged after taking more than half of his thick member down her gullet. After that she contented herself with making certain he enjoyed her efforts and soon she was feeling a wonderful tingle in her cunt everytime he moaned.

It wasn't long before Johnny's cock and Haley's hand were covered in gobs of saliva. Feeling Johnny begin to tense up and slow his rhythmic thrusting, she pulled away from his cock.

"I don't want you cumming just yet, lover."

"But I want to ... I need to cum in your mouth."

"Not this time!" she snapped at him and quickly regained control.

Noreen returned from her bedroom, having gone in search of her favorite mail ordered vibrator, a Fifty Shades of Grey Insatiable Desire Mini G-Spot Vibrator. It was a slimline vibrator with an upwardly curving tip that promised to nuzzle against ones G-spot, and more than lived up to its advertisements. Noreen used it to titillate both the G-spot and her clit while changing speeds and lost count of her climaxes while her brother demonstrated his sexual prowess with her best friend.

Haley walked in on Noreen some forty minutes later. Johnny had fucked her two more times after she'd blown him. She was very impressed and had made a date with him to come over to her place the following afternoon after school.

"So, how was it?" Noreen asked, already knowing the answer.

Haley closed her eyes and tossed her hair back. "Oh, it was great. Your brother can certainly fuck. You should give him a try."

"Yuck! No thanks!" she screeched, but the thought of having Johnny's cock inside her was very tempting, she declined, mentally and verbally. "I'm not going there. That's incest and I want no part of it."

"But you don't mind if I fuck him again?"

"Nope, be my guest."

"Thanks, Noreen. I appreciate your hooking us up."

"So he didn't suspect anything?" Noreen inquired after a short silence.

"No, not at all ... except you could've joined us and had some fun yourself."

"No ... I couldn't. I already told you ... that'd be incest."

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When I had an opportunity to drop in on Noreen later with no one the wiser, she greeted me with: "Daddy, I've been naughty." 

"Have you now?" I said and picked up the remote, turned on MTV to a high, but not too high a sound.

"Tell me about it."

She was wearing a black silk camisole with matching panties. Her hair was pulled back from her face with several bowed barrettes. She stood in front of me, her hands folded in front of her thighs and her eyes on the ground.

"I set my brother up with my friend Haley."

But you told me you were going to do it and I agreed. Johnny needed to get laid."

"But I peeked in on them."

"Did you get caught?"

"No, but I got so hot watching them I almost jumped on the bed with them."

"But you didn't," I said, wondering for a moment if she had.

"Oh, no ... you specifically told me not to."

"That's good, so how were you naughty?"

"I came watching Johnny fuck her. Then I ran to my room and used my vibrator to make me cum a dozen more times."

"You really were a bad girl," I said playing along. "I'm going to have to punish you, Noreen. Prepare yourself, please." I sat down in the only chair in her bedroom. Smiling happily, Noreen climbed up and then lay across my lap, her ass thrust into the air. Noreen squirmed about trying to feel my cock's response to her body. I remained soft for the moment, and placed a hand on the small of her back and brought my right hand down sharply on her panty covered ass.

"One!" she counted out as she was supposed to. At seven I stopped and asked her what else she'd done that day other than having Haley fuck her brother.

"Um, I thought about you and your cock mostly."

I stroked the inside of her thigh. She moaned appreciatively.

"And, so I failed my geometry test."

Slap!

"One!"

Slap!

"Two!"

Slap!

"Three!"

"I was also late for class."

"Why?"

"I stayed in the shower too long masturbating as I thought about last night."

My fingers mover back to the inside of her thigh, then trailed off to the underside of her right buttock.

She moaned in anticipation of my touching her pussy.

I didn't.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"I doubt anyone at school noticed. Some kid pretended he had a knife and the police were all over the place when I got there."

My fingers were tracing small circles on her other cheek, inching ever closer to her labia.

"Is that all?" I asked as my fingers dipped between her thighs, tickling her warm, plump labia through her panties.

"No. I teased the new History teacher."

"How did he respond?" I asked as I pressed my middle finger into the crease in her vulva. Her pussy was quite slippery inside.

She giggled and said, "He's a she."

"How did you tease her?"

"By moving behind her as she was writing on the blackboard and rubbing up against her butt."

I found this interesting. "What did she do about it?" I asked.

"She didn't do anything. She just froze until I stepped away. When she turned to see who I was, I smiled at her and made small talk, like nothing happened."

"You could get in trouble."

"I know."

"Is that all?" I asked her again. I pressed my knuckles into her, the wet silk sliding over her skin. She ground her pussy into my hand.

"No, Daddy. After that, I went back to my desk and played with myself."

"Sweetie, I warned you not to do anything that would cause the school to take action against you. You know that."

"Are you going to punish me?" she said, rotating her hips, rubbing her pussy against my open palm, while my thumb rested between her cheeks.

"Is there more?"

"No, Daddy."

"Well then, how many would you think appropriate punishment for those infractions?"

"At least twenty, Daddy."

"Yes, I suppose that's enough. Lose the panties, Noreen."

Noreen raised her bottom up, reached back with both hands, and pushed her panties over her hips and half way down her thighs.

"Please keep count," I said as I smacked her left buttock smartly.

"One!"

Two!" Three!" The pale skin of her left buttock cheek had turned pink. 

"Four!"

I alternated cheeks. By ten she was dripping wet, her pussy juices were staining my slacks. By sixteen, both butt cheeks were rosy pink and hot; her hands were balled into fists, tucked next to her shoulders, as she raised her ass to meet each successive blow. By twenty, she was panting and ready to come.

"All done, Baby. Shall I finish you off?" I asked her.

"Yes, please!" 

I slid my fingers down and through her hot pussy, picking up her slick honey, and smeared it around her hard, pink clit. I trapped the little pearl between my index and middle fingers and rubbed back and forth and in small circles. She started climaxing almost immediately, her cute bottom humping the air, gasping for breath as her legs and tummy spasmed. I kept going until she reached back over her ass and pulled my hand away.

"Please, Daddy, that's enough!" she pleaded.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, Daddy."

And although I'd stopped spanking her, she continued grinding herself against my hardon, which was now throbbing madly.

"Can I suck you a little, Daddy?"

That would be nice, Baby."

Noreen climbed off my lap and pulled her panties back up. I spread my legs and she kneeled between them.

Giving me a happy smile, she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, and pulled them down my legs and off my feet. She grabbed my erection in her tiny hand and took the swollen tip into her mouth, sealing her lips around the corona, while her other hand played gently with my heavy sacs.

She began sliding down and backing off, working more and more of my length down her throat and only gagging once before her nose was nestled against my pubes. Then she eased it from her throat and gazed adoringly at me and my saliva coated cock. A long strand of her spittle still clung from her lip to the head of my dick. She saw it and sent her tongue out to coax it back into her mouth. It was so erotic a sight that I pulled her up and kissed her for several very enjoyable minutes, and then told her to get back to sucking me off.

It wasn't long before I was ready. "Almost there!" I gasped.

Noreen slid back and the head of my cock popped from between her ripe lips. I came, a gush of jizm rocketed out of my third eye. Some of it landed on her extended tongue; more wound up on her chin, and a second volley caught her just under her right eye causing her to blink several times before realizing it hadn't gone in her eye.

Satisfied that her eye was clear of my contaminant, she looked at me and with them sparkling with love she poked her cum-covered tongue out to display my seed and then made a small production of swallowing it.

"Chin," I said softly.

"Mmmm, yeah, I didn't forget," she said, lifting most of the semen from her chin with her index finger.

"I was savoring your taste after swallowing. You have such yummy come, Daddy. I don't know why some girls make such a production out of not wanting to swallow." That said, she placed the finger on her tongue and made a production out of sucking the residue from her finger and swallowing that.

"Under your eye," I said, and she repeated her previous steps while I smiled down benevolently at her.

"Good girl. Would you like me to go down on you?"

"Does my period come once a month?"

"Answer me," I said in a sterner voice.

"Yes, Master. Please go down on me." She meekly replied.

I had Noreen count her orgasms aloud. I ended my cunnilingus when she reached her fourth. Since I had been working on her clit and pussy for forty minutes I suspected she was lying about the number, but I was sated and she was certainly a happy camper.

I showered and took a nap. Later I had dinner with the rest of the family.



You're Nobody ... Ch. 08



Chapter 8 

It took a week, but Sylvia came up with the money. Don't ask me how, but several of the photos turned up on the prosecutor's desk and Compton's lawyer's talked him into copping a plea that would see him serve ten years before any parole would come his way.

When Klugman saw Johnny sneaking Haley into his room one evening, he was ecstatic, and rushed to the pool where I was smoking one of his Cuban cigars to tell me. I suggested we listen outside Johnny's room to make sure that he wasn't trying on her clothing. (I was that confident of the outcome). Five minutes later both Klugman and I walked away with hardons trying to burst through our slacks.

Klugman treated me to seven lap dances at Puss and Boots Gentleman's Club. He kept telling me, "I thought he was fuckin' gay!" over and over.

I kept my comments too something like: "Did you see the ass on that Haley?" Which got me another lap dance.

Klugman called his secretary, Anna-Marie and arranged to meet her for dinner and. The 'and' meant a fuck and a blowjob--according to Mr. Klugman.

I took a cab back to the house and met Johnny and Noreen leaving.

Johnny flashed me a knowing grin—kind of guess where I'm going and what I'm gonna be doing in twenty minutes. Noreen had the good grace to blush when I looked questioningly at her.

So they were off to Haley's for a three-some or something close to it. I hoped incest wasn't involved, but apparently Haley was going to get laid by both brother and sister; is that incest? I mean, if they concentrate on Haley and not one another?

I wished I could have gone with them, but I had other fish to fry.

I found Mrs. Klugman out by the pool, with her dog Fritzie. Her top was lying on the ground next to her lounge chair.

"Hi, Sheila!" I called, not wanting to surprise her by suddenly looming over her.

"Why hello, _____!" she replied, waving me over. She made no attempt to retrieve the top and I made it a point to ogle her tits, because A. she obviously wanted me too, and B. they were worth looking at.

I rubbed Fritzie's head and behind his ears and he lapped it up. Apparently Mrs. Klugman--all right, Sheila did too. Her hand brushed over my dick, kind of kick starting its little engine. (Well it is possible that Noreen and what she and Johnny were up too might have helped, but who knows? More importantly, who the fuck cared?)

"I saw the kids leaving," I said as I sat down alongside her.

"Did you now?" Sheila replied saucily and I knew I was in like Flynn.

I nodded.

"And Consuela's off today as well ..." Sheila added.

"Mr. K went to the office; he won't be back for a while." I said.

"So it's just you, me and Fritzie." I nodded again.

"Wanna play with my tits? They're aching to be played with."

"Want it rough or easy on the play?"

"Mmmm, I love choices. Let's try rough for now."

I leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth. After a minute of various types of lip compression, she opened her mouth and invited my tongue in for a drink.

We swapped saliva like two high school kids frolicking in the backseat of the old man's Ford. Then with Sheila panting for breath, I went to work on her, stroking her arms, uttering sweet nothings that seemed to take her to some distant place in her mind. 

Sheila's nipples hardened. My fingers left her arms and moved to her neck and then her chest, now barely skimming her flesh.

Sheila moaned happily.

A moment later I used my handkerchief to blindfold her. Sheila accepted this without protest.

Sheila's breathing rate doubled. But she never questioned my actions.

I dipped my fingertips into the cool water of the pool and then lightly caressed each breast, repeatedly cooling the fingertips to retain the initial effect.

Each nipple, hard before were now like rocks--large pebbles actually.

Sheila screeched loudly the second I flicked one with my thumb the way I'd shot marbles as a kid. I suppose it hurt some. But she had requested 'rough,' hadn't she?

I didn't flick the remaining nipple. I let her think I would, teasing her until she began squirming on the lounge chair and then I pinched the heretofore untouched nip--hard!

"AHHH OUCH! What the fuck?"

"Shhh, you wanted rough, remember?"

"Not that rough!"

"Rough is as rough is," I said, not understanding what it meant, and knowing Sheila didn't either. But she accepted my answer without question and we moved on.

I tugged and pulled on her nips with a wicked cruelty that she'd never experienced before. Hell, I'd never treated a tit that roughly before either.

But when I put my mouth to them, Sheila's pussy began dripping. And when I bit into those oh, so sensitive nips, pulling and stretching that delicate flesh, she moaned and called for me to bite them harder.

I recalled seeing a cooler by the lounge and groped blindly with my free hand, found it, opened it and took out an ice cube.

The pain in her nipples must have been intense at that point, so when I applied the ice to one nipple while biting the other, the pain/pleasure soared past the extreme level to a new plateau.

Sheila came, shivering with erotic pleasure.

But I had just started on her.

I undid the knot holding her bottom on and sent two fingers into her wet, throbbing cunt.

"UGH--YES!" she groaned as I bit the ice cold nipple while fingering her.

She was still in the midst of her climax when I squeezed her un-iced nipple and lightly brushed over her swollen clit.

"I NEVER!" Sheila gasped, and shuddering violently, was consumed by another orgasm.

I was surprised by the powerful reaction she had and decided to take it a bit further to satisfy my curiosity. I renewed my attack on her nipples, twisting, pinching and pulling. She responded by arching her back, whimpering and bucking her hips.

Lesson learned: The nipple play was directly connected to her pussy.

I rummaged around in her pocketbook and found a vibrator. "Well, well, Sheila, I've found your toy. Shall we play?"

"Mmmmm," she answered.

I took that as permission to act and did so, gripping both soft globes in my hands I squeezed them, and then teased one nipple by sucking and chewing on it while lifting the other one up so that Sheila could lick and possibly suck the other nipple.

She managed to lick it but couldn't actually suck it, so I gave up on that strategy and sucked that nip myself while she moaned contentedly.

The moan bothered me; after all I was supposedly treating them roughly.

I let both breasts fall. Then brought a hand down heavily on her right breast, she yelped as it bounced against the left one, still smarting from the slap. I played with them that way, slapping them back and forth so that they swung like pendulums in front of her body. Tears smarted in her eyes while I abused her tender flesh, by she never protested. I could see that although I wasn't hitting her all that hard her breasts were stinging painfully as I spread the slaps over every inch of her lovely tits. I ended it when they turned lobster pink.

"Hmmm, looks like you've had a bit too much sun today, Sheila," I said rubbing them lightly with the palms of both hands and helping her get the circulation going again.

Sheila sighed then moaned and let her head hang back telling me to keep rubbing them because they burned and tingled at the same time and the rubbing felt so good.

"Hurt you some, Sheila?"

"Mmmm, yes and no. I mean it hurt like a bitch, but then at the same time, it was kind of enjoyable. At the very least it was ... different, you know?"

Still listening to her I picked up the vibrator--a rabbit pearl vibrator and pushed it into her sopping wet pussy. The brutal treatment to her tits, and the resulting waves of pain had caused her pussy run rampant with juices; the evidence was there for both of us to see in that her inner thighs were coated with her fluids.

"What?" She said, more out of curiosity than protest. It was then that she realized she was soaking wet. Sheila was shocked at her body's reaction to my treatment of her breasts.

"Wow, I never thought ..."

"And just think," I said, "I'm not finished with them just yet."

"OH--NO!"

I turned on the vibrator, and watched Sheila's eyes widen when the pearls started teasing her pussy lips as the head of the penis swirled against her g-spot and the little rabbit's ears buzzed straight onto her clit. Her back arched, thrusting her pain-filled melons up as her body reacted to sudden burst of pleasure her pussy bestowed on her.

Reaching into her purse, I found the KY Jelly we'd made use of the day before and rubbed some on my erection.

"Feeling good, Sheila?"

She managed a nod and I pressed her still tingling tits together and slowly slid my cock between the slightly bruised mounds.

Sheila moaned, for it undoubtedly hurt, but it was after all, just another round of mixing pain with pleasure, and she accepted it without a word.

I turned the vibrator up a notch, and slowly moved back and forth within her cleavage, kneading the pink flesh until it reddened, and then tortured each nipple just a little for good measure.

Not that it mattered to Sheila. The pleasure emanating from her pussy overrode everything else. The head of the vibrator continued to maintain contact with her g-spot and the little bunny vibrated wildly against her clit.

"What? Ohhh, no! Enough--enough!"

Shelia exploded in a shattering climax and collapsed, half on half off the chaise lounge; and yet she continued cumming. It was so intense that it made me cum too; I sent a rope along the side of her neck, and made sure to cover each breast with my white stickiness.

I left her there and made us both vodka martinis.

She had removed the blindfold by the time I returned.

I had to wait until her hands stopped shaking before handing her the drink and she accepted it with a wan smile. "Thanks ... for all those, umm, you know. And--and you did treat my nipples rather cruelly, but I expect I'll live.

"You loved it; every bit of it Sheila and you know it."

Taking a sip of her martini, Sheila nodded and said, "I suppose I did. It hurt, but not so that I object. But Jesus, it was good, you know?"

"I know that I'm not finished yet, Sheila."

Her eyes darted to the erection bulging from between my legs.

"But--but you came ... you came all over me! Look, see for your ..."

I smiled down at her and made my eyebrows wiggle. Sheila giggled. I had never heard her do that before. She sounded very much like a young teenager confiding in a girl friend.

Smiling up at me she said, "Oh ... well," and scooping up a dollop of sperm from her neck, placed it on her tongue and swallowed. "Yum, yum, yum."

Sheila pointed to my erection and giggled again. "Whatever shall we do with THAT?"

I slapped her ass. We could put it there ..."

"Noooo! Please, not so soon. I still hurt there."

"Or we could put it there ..." I gave her pussy a stinging slap.

"Ohhh, yes! I think that would work just fine, darling."

"But not here, Sheila."

"Where? The bedroom?"

"Perfect place for what we have in mind. Don't you agree?"

"Umm, yes I certainly do!"

Only by the time we reached her bedroom I'd changed my perverted mind.

"Umm, Sheila, let's try something a little different. You'll probably like it."

"I'm game for anything with you," she replied almost giddily, flopping on the bed and spreading her legs so that her gaping pussy appeared to be a vertical smile.

Which I assumed, was the last orgasm speaking.

I could swear that her cunt twitched as I lowered my face to it and gave it the first of several long firm licks, each one of which seemed to hit a hundred nerve endings. Sheila wriggled backward trying to evade my tongue crying out that what I was doing to her was 'overwhelming.'

I took that as a great compliment and decided to give Sheila the full treatment (something I learned while stationed in _______ during my Navy days.)

I began by kissing her on the neck, and after sampling some of my sperm ran my hands over her breasts.

Sheila started to tremble, no doubt thinking that I was about to abuse them all over again. But that was not the case.

"No--no, I'm not going to hurt them at all. Relax, Shelia, you're going to love what comes next."

"Oh ... okay."

I kissed each nipple tenderly and watched as each one hardened, seemingly seeking a more violent treatment. I filed that thought away for another time.

"You've been such a good girl that I'm going to reward you. Sheila pressed her ass against me and purred. Yes, she actually purred.

"Have you ever been fisted, Sheila?"

"N...No?"

"Have you any idea what that entails?"

"I--I think it means you put--put a hand up my... But that's not ..."

"Possible? Of course it is, Sheila. Just lie back and relax and I'll prove it to you, and it will only hurt a little bit. Sort of like the time you lost your virginity. Remember, there was a little pain and a lot of pleasure. Think about pleasure, Sheila. Keep thinking about it, for there's going to be a lot of it, Sheila. A lot of it."

"I don't know ..."

I slapped her ass hard. "That's pain," Sheila, then I teased her clit until she moaned with pleasure. "And that's the good stuff, Sheila. That's what I want you thinking about as I go about my business, okay?"

"O--okay."

Sheila's pussy was still a sodden mess, and that helped things move quickly. She accepted the first three fingers easily enough. I worked them in and out, pushing her up onto the balls of her feet.

She was now grunting in rhythm with each inward push. I had four fingers inside her with no difficulty whatsoever. My free hand slid along the juice slickened flesh of her inner thigh, palm flat and smooth along that stretch from her buttocks to the back of her knee and moved her legs a little further apart. I plucked my fingers out and let my mouth slip slowly south into the earthy opening of her cunt and licked and lapped at her until she came crying hysterically, fingers in my hair, grabbing and pulling, undecided as to yank or release. Between the crying she managed to find her voice long enough to curse me and praise me, praises and thanks as another orgasm washed over her.

The fingers went back in. She came again.

I added the thumb, and that proved difficult. (It's always the fuckin' thumb.) But it went in with almost no sign of discomfort from Sheila. I think it fair to say that by this point she was enjoying the hell out of being fisted, and I had not really begun.

With the thumb fully encased in her twat, I found that I was in her up to my wrist. Fuck, it felt so decadently good.

I made a fist. She screamed for the first time. I rested my head against her ass to keep my balance (and because I liked the feel of her flesh on my forehead) then I fucked her with my fist. I kept it slow; I didn't want to rip her.

Sheila stopped screaming and began thanking me over and over. Evidently she was cumming continuously. I steepled my fingers inside her and pushed until I found her cervix, then I squeezed. Shit she went off like a hooked fish. The previous orgasms paled before this one. It was so powerful that I came too; shooting a load twice the amount what one would expect having cum twice earlier.

Later after the please seeped away, I realized my knees were stiff and my hand was still jammed up Sheila's cunt. I eased the hand out and she fell backwards hitting her head on the headboard. About a minute passed, and then she began to move, eventually sitting beside me.

Her face was streaked with tears. She'd bitten her lower lip and there was a little line of blood running over her chin.

I was just wondering if I'd gone too far when she said, "Thank you, that--that was marvelous. It was more than marvelous, but I can't think of the right words, so ..."

I pulled her to me and kissed her, being careful not to press to hard against her bloody lip. At the same time I wiped my cunt-slimed hand on her hair listening to her telling me how much she loved me, and then we took a shower.

Noreen and Johnny returned around 8 that evening after I'd had dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Klugman.

Klugman had commented on Sheila's 'refreshed' look at dinner and I had to jump in to save her from blurting out something that would have given us away, saying, "It must have been the spa visit, I noticed it earlier myself."

Klugman went for a walk where he could enjoy a cigar without being reprimanded. I rubbed Sheila's ass and got her hot and bothered then told her she'd have to wait until the following afternoon as I had business with Consuela that evening.

I had thought it best to reveal my affair with the maid because it wasn't that big a household to keep a secret for long, and it would also serve to keep Sheila from being too nosy about my whereabouts during the day when I just might be fucking her daughter.

Which is what I was about to do after Sheila left the dining room to make her nightly call to one of her best friends. She did, however confide to me that she felt so 'invigorated' that she wouldn't be taking her medication that night.

I stressed that a good fucking wasn't an excuse for not taking her meds, and got her to promise she would take them before retiring.

Noreen opened her door as soon as I knocked. She was wearing a bra and black leotards and that's all.

"I was hoping you'd come by," she giggled.

"Here I am, baby," I said, smiling down at her. "So, how did your afternoon go? Did you get it on incestuously?"

Laughing, Noreen slapped my shoulder. "Nooo, silly, but I got to see him fuck Haley's brains out!"

"And then?" I said waiting for Noreen to fill in the rest.

"Want the long or the short version?"

"I prefer the longer version. But I may start on you while you're telling it."

"Fine with me," she chirped as she unhooked the bra and tossed it at me. I caught it and rubbed it against the bulge in my slacks. She giggled again and slowly peeled off the leotard and began rubbing her recently shaven pussy.

"We drove over to Haley's and had a couple drinks to sort of loosen up. I could see that Johnny was horny as hell; I mean, he had this stupendous stiffy poking out of his pants, you know?"

I nodded. I knew how it felt to be with two girls knowing you would be fucking one sooner or later.

"Anyway, we decided ... actually Johnny decided we should play Truth or Dare. Haley was all for it. I didn't care, well maybe I did ... anyway we started playing and continued drinking.

"Johnny took the nearly empty bottle and spun it. It pointed at Haley, who shrieked with laughter."

Noreen's eyes sparkled as she confided that Haley had not stopped telling her how good a fuck her brother was. "I was really tempted, I really was, but Haley saved me by fucking him silly. But I'm ahead of myself."

"That's all right. Tell it your way."

"Truth or dare Haley?" he asked,

"Truth" she replied,

"Is it true that you sometimes go to school without wearing panties?" Johnny asked and Haley nodded, "Umm, yeah, especially during the warmer months."

I laughed and called her a slut. She replied, 'It takes one to know one,' but there was no malice in either of our voices as Haley spun the bottle.

Of course it pointed directly at me. "Dare," I said.

"Take your panties off" my brother said.

I was shocked to hear him challenge me that way. I glanced at his crotch and saw a small wet spot had formed where I thought the head of his penis should be. I equated it to the wet spots a girl gets when highly aroused. In fact, I probably had one myself at the time."

"Really; you really expect me to do that?"

"You elected Dare," Haley said. Go on, you have to do it."

So I stood up and reached under my skirt and without revealing any of my anatomy, pulled my leotards down and threw them at his face.




You're Nobody ... Ch. 08



"I asked for panties not pantyhose," Johnny said. Haley giggled wantonly.

I knew then that she was saturated down there. I faced my brother and told him, "They are my panties, pervert!"

"My asshole of a brother pulled my leotard over his head and pretended to be a bank robber. But I'm sure I saw him sniffing at the crotch."

Noreen picked up the discarded leotard from the floor and handed it to me. "Here, smell them yourself."

I obliged her. There were two distinct odors assailing my nostrils: one was a slight smell of urine. The other was much stronger and it was of Noreen's arousal from the earlier party and from waiting for me to show up in her room.

"It was my turn to spin," Noreen said, "and I did. Haley was selected and also selected dare. I told her to lose her panties too. She did, but already wanting to fuck my brother, she made a point of flashing him after removing them. I saw that she'd shaved since the last time I'd seen her pussy."

"When was that?" I inquired. My thirst for knowledge was unquenchable.

Taking me seriously, Noreen's forehead furrowed as she thought about it. "I think, umm, it might have been a week ago after we were swimming in the pool. We, umm, took showers and she came out as I was going in. she had a neatly trimmed bush then as I recall."

"So she took the rest off essentially for Johnny?"

"I guess," Noreen said. "I certainly hope she didn't do it for me!"

I laughed and left it at that.

"It was Johnny's turn next and he chose truth. 'Have you ever had sexual thoughts about a close family member?' Haley asked and unhesitatingly Johnny answered yes. I was stunned," Noreen said.

I knew enough to keep quiet and let Noreen finish her story.

"W—Who? I croaked," Noreen said. "But I was stopped by Haley who had this evil smile as she informed me he couldn't answer two questions on a spin.

Johnny's turn came next and he picked, dare.

"I dare you to make out with your sister for two minutes," Haley said with that same evil smile.

"And how did that work out?" I asked Noreen, who now had a flush spreading across her entire body.

"Kiss me some and I'll tell you."

I had no problem with that, having freshened my breath just before knocking on her door. I took her into my arms and gave her the number one treatment. Kissing should feel like a marathon, not a sprint. When I felt her lips press into mine I pulled back ever so slightly. I was telling her there was no hurry we'd get there soon enough, and that's all she needed to know for the moment.

Next I held her face in my hands, before sweeping her hair behind her ear. I had one hand lightly stroke the back of her neck, and then felt her mouth opening. Only then did I slip my tongue into her welcoming mouth. When her tongue greeted me, I pulled her close and caressed each breast in turn, lightly teasing her nipples. No, I didn't pull, squeeze or twist them. That was reserved for her mother. If you recall, Noreen was abused by that bastard Compton, and I didn't want her going back in that direction ever again.

I ended that kiss but continued kissing her on the neck, shoulder and then each breast culminating in a short period of sucking on each nipple.

Noreen was gasping when I stopped.

"Why?"

"Why what?" I countered.

"Why'd you stop?"

"Oh, that. Well you were telling me about your little party, remember?"

"You want to hear me tell about kissing my brother!"

"I do!"

"He's my brother and I love him to pieces, but he can't ... make that doesn't know the first thing about kissing. You do, by the way. You're the best kisser I've ever known."

"So ..."

"So I damn near swallowed his tongue. He had it in my mouth before I knew what was happening. Haley nearly pissed herself laughing at us. You know, two minutes can be an eternity sometimes."

I nodded. It was certainly true. I recalled a time in Africa when pinned down by machine-guns and mortar fire. It was less than two minutes before our air support arrived, but it was certainly an eternity.

"Anyway it finally ended and we spun the bottle again and there I was ... up again.

"Dare," I said after taking a swig of bourbon from the bottle.

"Take your dress off," my brother said in a shaky voice as Haley snuggled up against him.

I stood up drunkenly and slipped the dress off my shoulders to cheers from both Johnny and Haley. My bra ... well you saw, excuse me, can see it there for yourself," she said, and then continued. "It's a quarter cup that leaves my nipples free.

I was stunned to see Haley lick her lips lasciviously. My brother didn't bother to disguise his reaction, and adjusted his erection so it didn't poke straight out at me. I appreciated that anyway. But Haley ..."

"Yes, Haley," I said wanting Noreen to keep talking.

"She tried a wolf whistle and ended up saying, 'Nice nipples Noreen.'"

"Thank you," I said and blew her a kiss. Then I thought of a reply and added, "Nice pussy"

I spun the bottle then and once again it pointed at Johnny. "Truth" he said again; he already had a hand under Haley's sweater fondling a breast.

"I hated myself for asking, but I felt compelled to get it out in the open. Which family member have you had sexual thoughts about?"

"Why you, sister dear, just you."

"I guess that lowered the level, huh?" I said.

Noreen nodded. "It sure did."

Johnny decided to amplify on his answer and added, "I umm, saw you with that Compton prick."

"Oh no! I thought, he saw us ... I figured I was ruined despite your taking care of him for me."

"You went down on him in his driveway."

"You saw me going down on him?"

"Yeah, I had my telescope pointed in that direction looking at the moon but saw something moving, lowered the scope, and there you were--with his dick in your mouth. Sorry sis, but that's what I saw, and remember, you asked me."

"Wow!" Haley said, "That's sooo fuckin' hot!" And without being goaded by the rules of Truth or Dare, she peeled off her sweater and sat there nude with Johnny's hand still playing with her stiffened nipple.

"My brother decided that he was over-dressed and took his pants off, letting his big dick spring out--much to Haley's and my delight."

Haley was playing with his dick and I admit I was fascinated by how big he was. I wanted to touch him, but couldn't bring myself to do it. I think he felt kinda the same about me," Noreen said with some sadness in her voice.

I was about to go down on Noreen just to make her feel better, when she perked up and said, "Then Haley stunned me."

"How?" I asked and sat back to listen.

"She never let go of my brother's dick, but reached out with her other hand and pulled me close to her. Then she grabbed my ass and turned me so that I was facing her and leaned in and kissed my pussy."

"Whoa!" I heard Johnny call out."

"Haley's hand left my ass and parted my labia. I was frozen to the spot."

"Did she go down on you?" I asked.

"Did she ever! She kissed me there, and then ran her tongue down the length of my pussy!"

"OH!" was the best I could manage at the time, but finally managed to ask, "And then?"

She still had Johnny's dick in hand, jerking him off, but slowly; and that's all I remember for a time ... at least about Johnny and her. Haley went down on me and that was all I could think about for some time.

My legs opened for her ..."

"Was this the first time for you with a girl?" I asked.

"Mmmm, pretty much. I mean, there was some fumbling around at a sleepover once, and of course I had kissed a girl or two after having some drinks at a graduation party.

"But no, I'd never had a girl go down on me. You did, of course, and that was heavenly. Haley was different--Haley was heavenly too, if you know what I mean."

"I think I do, Noreen. Go on, what happened next?"

"She went on to my clit, sucked it into her mouth and teased it with her tongue. I remember arching up at her, wanting her to take possession of my sex; I was so fuckin' wet, but she seemed to love it. Her mouth was a veritable vacuum cleaner, swallowing my juices as fast as I discharged them.

"I recall seeing my brother from the corner of my eye as he positioned himself behind Haley, and I guess--well, I knew damned well that he was eating her pussy out, or rimming her and I kind of doubt that, although I'll never know for certain.

"I certainly would have gone down on her if she'd given me the slightest indication she wanted that, you know? Instead I did something crazy, I began cursing her--telling her to do this and that, you know? I became Compton in a way, and Haley loved being told what to do."

"Examples," I said. Give me some examples."

"I recall ordering her to lick me."

"But she already was doing that."

"Yes, but saying it made me the boss of what was happening, not her," Noreen said sagely.

"I see," I said, "and what was Johnny doing?"

"He was fucking her from behind. He had to be, because although I couldn't actually see him doing it, he was grunting with the effort of pumping in and out of her."

"And Haley? What was she doing?"

"She was worshiping my cunt hole. Oh, and her hips were in rhythm with Johnny's strokes--so they were fucking, see?

"Anyway, I had both hands on Haley's head holding her against my pussy. I remember asking her how she liked it and she twisted her head to one side and said, "Sweet, like peaches and cream with just a hint of sour!"

"I laughed and told her she was a good little pussy licking whore. I heard my brother laugh at that. Strange isn't it? I mean, what one recalls of events like that."

"Haley got me off, but kept licking and sucking throughout my orgasm. When it ended I asked her--no, I ordered her to lick my asshole--and she did!

"She didn't even hesitate, the little whore, I mean, she was so fucking turned on by eating me out and getting fucked by Johnny--it's possible she was cumming too--I just don't know, but she went after my ass the same way she went at my cunt, full speed ahead.

"I kind of lost it after she got started analizing me. Did I mention that she decided to finger my pussy too?"

"No, that's news to me," I told her.

Nodding her head excitedly, Noreen said, "Well she did! Found what must have been my g-spot too about the same time her tongue slipped into my ass. Christ was THAT good!

"I mean, how fucking perverse was that?"

"People have done it before the two of you and people will do it after you two finished. It's part of sex, Noreen, that's all."

"You mean you'd lick me back there?"

"I might. Would you tongue me there?"

"In a heartbeat, baby! I've wanted to try it ever since she did me."

"So, Noreen, how did the party end up?"

"Umm, I felt another cum boiling up, you know? So I told her to suck my clittie, and pulled her hair until she moved from my ass to my clit.

"Oh, she was good. I mean she was soooo good at these dirty deeds it was simply sinful. She went to town on my twat, fingering my g-spot and licking my clit so that I was cumming and going so fast I didn't know where I was.

"Now by this time, Johnny had finished with her and like a lot of guys, just lay off to one side in kind of a stupor." Noreen tapped my chest with her index finger and said, "You being the exception, lover."

"I pushed Haley away from me, but feeling so lost in my rapture and all I wanted to do her in return. I told her to suck my brother until he was hard but to let me at her pussy.

"Now Haley was highly aroused from all the action even though she'd been more of a giver than taker. Oh, sure Johnny'd fucked her some, but still, she'd concentrated more on me than on her orgasm. So there she was, face and tits flushed red, her hair was a mess and her breathing ... well, it was shallow as hell, you know? Oh--oh, her eyes were clamped shut as she knelt down in front of him. Johnny leaned back against the headboard as she held his semi-hard cock in her hands and started a gentle stroking.

"I could see it hardening as she slowly jerked him off. Then as the purplish head of his cock popped out of its foreskin, Haley swirled her tongue around the head coating it with her saliva.

"Both Johnny and I moaned at the same time. Weird, huh?"

"Not if you were both enjoying the same or essentially the same sensations," I told her. She accepted this without comment and continued with the story.

Johnny got really hard pretty quickly. It was something to see."

"Nineteen year olds have that capability," I told her.

"You get it up pretty fast yourself," Noreen shot back. I accepted that lovely compliment without further comment, and she continued with what had happened between the three of them.

"Hungry Haley opened her mouth as wide as she could and plunged her face down taking at least half of Johnny's dick into her throat. I had to do something so I moved between Haley's legs and went at her.

"Oh, she loved that. Truth be told, I loved it too. I sucked her clit until she was moaning as both she and Johnny got closer to cumming.

"My hands found their way to her tits and I began pinching each nipple in turn. Then the orgasmic waves hit her. Yeah she was further along than my brother. Big surprise, huh?

"Anyway while Haley was writhing on the bed, Johnny's dick was flopping wilding in front of me, so yeah, I grabbed it and put it in my mouth. "

"NO!"

"Sue me!" Noreen shot back.

"Johnny knew who's mouth he was in--that's for sure--he exploded maybe twenty seconds after I gobbled him up.

"Were there any repercussions from Johnny after?" I inquired.

"Not Johnny," Noreen said. "Haley had some but she didn't discuss them while he was still with us. In fact she asked him to go down on her again, and he obliged her. I watched. He has a pretty good style, you know?"

"So I expect the two of you will be ...experimenting with one another?"

"I guess," Noreen said with a grin.

"Be careful," I added and left it at that. The girl had already been through a great deal with that bastard Compton, now she was infatuated with her brother. For that matter, Johnny had just lost his virginity to Haley, who would undoubtedly play a role in their sexual shenanigans from now on.

I thought that if possible I would try to find a decent guy for her to date. Haley and Johnny seemed alright for the moment. I knew that in time all three would find partners outside their little nest and left it at that.

I took Consuela to bed that night, but things seemed different. It was the last time we were together. She knew something about either Mrs. Klugman and myself, or perhaps had an inkling of Johnny and Noreen's incestuous relationship. I never found out the reason, but she handed in her resignation the following morning.

I didn't learn of her departure until that night at dinner, for Klugman brought me to the office with him and told me that I had a job as his Logistical Manager. It entailed following him around for a week, after which I was to make his decisions for him. Warren would double check my work to ensure its accuracy. It was fascinating work, and I was certainly busy for that time frame.

I did, however, make time for Sheila and occasionally Noreen. Haley made a move on me, but I fended her off and that pleased Noreen no end. Haley wasn't a recurrent problem for Johnny took up most of her time, buying her presents (yes, he had some money to spend, and did --on Haley.

It was a complete accident, but I found a nice guy for Noreen, and in three months they were engaged. That pleased Sheila so much that she bought me a Mercedes with her husband's approval.

On the job, Warren broached me about the best way to rid himself of Allison, his 21 year old secretary. He had a new GF, named Travis that was 'Travis with two big and I mean very big tits.'

I suggested he make Allison my secretary, telling him, "I don't mind your leftovers."

He thought it a brilliant idea. Allison was cool to the idea at first, but warmed up after I told her she deserved a raise and would give her one in a month if she worked out as my secretary.

She blew me that afternoon.

The following morning I fucked her over my new desk.

The next day she coyly asked me if I'd like to try two girls either on the desk or perhaps at a local hotel with more privacy. The new member was Janice.

The three of us adjourned to the nearest la Quinta for the remainder of the day and into the evening.

Life was indeed good.

I found the work less challenging then I'd thought it would be. Allison and Ginger were a great tandem. I did ask why Warren hadn't been included in their antics, and found out that he had difficulty finishing his business with Allison.

"He never made me cum," she lamented several times during our time together.

Travis, with the big chest, and Warren were at the Hilton, room 633, when he had a fatal heart attack.

I grieved with his family at the funeral. Sheila insisted that I become head of the firm, and left me to run it with only a financial manager auditing the books semi-annually to make sure I wasn't absconding with all the profits. I was doing well enough as it was and did my job, made the company money and paid the occasional bedside visit to Sheila. I went to Noreen's wedding the following June, and to Johnny's wedding the following November--she was five months along at the time--which precluded a June wedding the following year.

Allison moved to Colorado, but I kept seeing Janice, and as I mentioned, Sheila.

It's ten years now since I went after the orange. And Mrs. Waxenberry caused me to have my hand run over by Warren Klugman. A lot of positive change has come my way as a direct result, and I am deeply indebted to all who helped me along the way. I have, as you may have noted, tried to help others in turn.

One last note: It took me a year, but I finally located Consuela, the maid and my first sexual partner at the Klugman's.

I asked if she was content with her present situation. She told me she was. And so in lieu of hiring her as my personal maid, I gave her a gift of $35,000 to off-set her daughter's (not mine, she assured me) education at UCLA some years hence.

I have avoided any realistic discussion of marriage, and intend to remain single. I am now a multimillionaire thanks to the Klugman's and do not intend to ever be homeless again.

THE END