"Aaaaahhhhhaaaa!" she moaned. She never realized until this moment that her butt could stretch out so wide. She humped back and forth using her asshole as a second cunt. Something was happening inside her asshole that was exciting her cunt. She felt the thick, hot lubricant rushing out of her slit to grease her hot little twat.
"Say that's goood," she said honestly. "Sooooo gooood!" And Bert was digging it too. "Grind against me, baby. That's it keep that butt of yours moving. Fuck it, fuck my fingers!"
If Alice got turned so soon, there was no telling where it could lead. Her body jerked back and forth as her channel got smaller and smaller. Suddenly, her jerking thrusts become convulsive, like flesh flinching on the tip of an electric charge. Bert felt it, laughed like crazy, and brought his mouth down on her twat mound.
"Yaaaaa!!!" Alice shouted. It was all she could do. Drilling her rectum was the most exciting thing to happen to her. And his tongue! Oh, my God his tongue against her cunt! The lights in the room seemed to blink on and off as his fingers made deep sucking noises in Alice's asshole.
She fucked and fucked and fucked and when her body could no longer move and every muscle was worn to a frazzle Bert popped from her butt and softly stroked the distended clitoris.
"Ohhhhh, please!" she moaned, unable to drag his hand from her mound. Her butt was so big that she licked her lips wondering what Bert had in store for her, now that she was worn out and defenseless. God, she just didn't believe that so much joy could be taken from rubbing her butt hole. So much joy!
She buried her face in his arms and collapsed in a heap while Bert calmly clutched her breast in one hand and pulled on the whiskey with the other. Instinctively, she let her dripping wet mouth surround his rigid cock. The tip was so thick and hard that she wondered if it would go into cunt. It was twice as big as his two fingers and thick as a baseball bat. She fondled his balls just like she did Nick's and found that the effect was the same for both men. Bert groaned loudly and rolled his head back and forth dribbling scotch down his chest. The booze made him dizzy and closing his eyes he had a dream: thousands of little Vietnamese were sprawling all over his body licking and sucking every inch of his cock and balls and asshole and feet. They kept sucking him until his hot cream exploded from the end of his prick and then they swallowed his ejaculation and kept sucking licking. When he opened his eyes, the little Vietnamese disappeared, but Alice was still glued onto his cock, her lips still working their warm magic against his fuck pole.
He shivered slightly feeling cold in the early morning air. Somewhere upstairs Heidi was fast asleep. It seemed a waste not to have her down here so he could fondle her big boobs and round, seductive ass and firm, fuzzy cunt. He looked at the mop of hair sprouting from his crotch and wondered if Alice would like seeing Heidi.
Without bothering to rise, he turned his head in the direction of the stairway and shouted, "Hey, Heidi get your ass out of bed!"
Upstairs, he heard the rustle of bedding and the deep sonorous voice of Heidi. She was half asleep, but she was still his girl. In a few minutes, he heard the paddling of feet on the stairway and when she reached the bottom of the stairs, her voice rose in deep indignation.
"Who is that?" Heidi demanded. It didn't matter who belonged to the white, creamy butt hunched on the couch. It was a girl, she was naked, and her face was buried in Bert's crotch. Heidi found her knees were shaking and for the first time she thought that Bert might throw her out. She was mad enough to kill. She looked at Alice's swaying butt and wanted to take a baton and ram it up her ass.
"Well!" Heidi demanded.
Alice brought her head up at the sound of Heidi's voice. The older woman stood naked, her breasts swaying slightly with anger. Alice's eyes were glued to Heidi's crotch which was covered by a fluffy, golden rug of pubic hair. It was beautifully luxuriant and Alice felt very small and puny because her twat was nearly bald.
The tension was heavy enough to feel. If Bert had not intervened when he did, Heidi might have killed Alice.
"Ok, girls," he said, upset that the warmth around his dick was gone. He knew how to get it back, plus have a few more thrills along the way.
He introduced the two girls. Both girls tracked his cock with their eyes and it felt good to have so much attention. His rod flashed silvery in the dim light and turning to the girls he jerked the glans several times.
"Heidi," he began, "I want you and Alice to get to know each other better."
Heidi stared at Alice murderously. She wanted to take the skinny bitch and lynch her right then. Instead, Bert brought the two together and made them kiss.
Alice didn't understand and feeling another woman's warm, wet lips surprised her. It didn't feel like anything. Just a moist mouth, something like her own.
"Now," he said, "you've kissed and made up. I want you two to really share together."
From under the couch he brought a funny instrument. It looked like a baton only with a long thin cord attached to it. It was a nifty device from the Orient which he had brought down to use on Heidi, but had failed to get around to.
"Heidi, get down on all fours," he instructed, petting the stewardess on the thigh. "Now, Alice, come here and take this."
Alice didn't know that the instrument was an electric dildo capable of sending a thousand volts of electricity shooting out the end. But that was all right.
Bert would show her how to use it. And everything would be fine after that.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Buck Dilly wheeled his battered sedan down the lonely streets of the Strand looking for the old Colonial home that once belonged to Admiral Anderson and was now occupied by that son-of-a-bitch son of his, Bert.
It was almost four in the morning and the booze circulating in his arteries was taking its toll. He cursed under his breath, gripping the steering wheel and blinking hard at the road ahead illuminated by the cars headlights.
He would kill the daughter of his. The sneaky, little cunt running away from home. He swallowed hard wishing that he had brought the second hip flask along with him. His hunch had paid off; there was only one Nick Adams in the Strand and he was a big son-of-a-bitch who damn near took his head off! What a temper! Buck chuckled because old man Adams was peeved and would wring his stupid son's neck.
Unfortunately, the kid wasn't home and neither was his daughter. Which left him flat out in the cold without a lead. Where did he go from here? Buck didn't have the answer. Nick Adams had a convertible and could be anywhere by now. Hell, he could be halfway to Nevada with big plans to marry Alice for all he knew. And the catch was, Buck couldn't lift a finger against Nick, couldn't call the cops – nothing because his fourteen year old swimming queen might blow the whistle on him. Damn! He felt mad enough to kill!
Dill turned away from Adam's house and circled back to the hamburger stand. There was always the chance that Nick Adams might come back and pick up the burgers after fucking his daughter. A very slim chance. So he was very surprised to see the maroon convertible parked at the hamburger stand and the lanky, figure of Nick Adams Jr. slumped at the counter jaw boning with the pimply faced kid. A light went on in the back of his brain and he swung the car through the driveway up over the curb and straight at Nick Adams.
When Adams turned around, he saw the chrome plated grill of a late model sedan coming straight at his mid-section. He froze in place and started to scream. So did Algernon behind the counter. The high pitched wail of their two voices was drown out, by the screech of brakes as the two tons of metal came to a halt inches from them.
Buck was out of the car and had a hand full of Nick Adams coat before the kid could pass out. He slammed Adams against the plexiglass bubble covering the hamburger stand and kneed him in the balls. Adams drooped in his hands like an old dishrag.