"What are you doing? Stop him, Maree, it hurts me! Don't! I'll tell my parents on you. Ouch! It's so big!" It was like trying to stop a herd of wild buffalo with a red traffic fight. My prick had taken on a life of its own, the animal rampant, burrowing into that naked little pussy, working in and out to spread her juices, and at last diving halfway in. Then it stuck there like a knife stuck in a log. Ellie was yelling in anger and pain. A pang of bad conscience hit me and I dodged it by giving Maree one more chance to tell me. She refused and now it was my right to take revenge.
I eased my cock back a little way and jiggled it about until it was oily enough to advance up the tight funnel of her cunt. Ellie was flushed and angry but at least she'd stopped yelling. She looked back over her shoulder to see what exactly I was doing to her, and when I lifted her to put her on all fours she looked down under herself for the same reason. But she had nothing like the view I had. There was her ass before me, two charming buns that were as white as the driven snow. The cheeks were apart so that her puckered little asshole was clearly visible, and below that her pink cuntal lining stretched and bulged with the effort of containing so much hot cock. My legs began to tremble under me from the strain of holding back my desire to fuck her wildly. I leaned up against the bed and carefully, exercising much restraint, started to fuck her.
My cock eased in and out until her cherry got in the way. I disposed of it with a quick thrust and before the pain could register with Ellie I pulled back and fucked her with my glands only. She cried, but not for long. Blood wreathed about my cock whenever I pulled it back. And blood made it all the easier on her to receive the rest of my eight inches. In and out with long, gentle strokes, giving her a taste of sex just as I had done to several of the Moorehead students. Nice and easy, letting it ride like a well-oiled piston. Ellie was a fast learner. Her protests had subsided to nothing and she held herself up for me so I could feed her all my cock. Maree, in the meantime, stood by the side of the bed and stubbornly looked the other way.
But why should she be left out? I continued to fuck Ellie in first gear and reached out to her sister to tear and tug at her clothing until it gave way to reveal her lush nakedness once more. Those big tits were in such fine contrast to Ellie's little ones. I hunched over the younger girl and clasped one of her tits in my right hand, then took Maree's left tit in the other. She disapproved but there was nothing she could do about it. After a while I let both hands drift down to the Laverne cunts. I tickled Ellie's clit and squeezed her sister's hairy pussy fondly, all the while fucking at that same steady pace. My horniness was rising rapidly with all this stimulation, piling up as fuel for the machinery that drove my cock. Pretty soon I would have to take care of the surplus but until then I had a great time indulging myself.
Maree pretended she was indifferent to my caresses but her pussy squelched wetly whenever I squeezed it. I stopped fucking for a moment to drive my finger up her and give her a treat. She gritted her teeth and refused to give in. "Okay, now for the main event," I told her. "Watch closely as I ride your kid sister into the garden of Eden."
"Fuck you!" she hissed. Nevertheless she looked on as I hooked my arms up under Ellie's shoulders and held her tightly. Then my ass moved back and adjusted my cock's position until it lay stiffly inside Ellie's cunt muscles. With a giant thrust I started the ball rolling, and at once Ellie let out a whoop of delight. She was ready for it, just as ready as I was. I fucked her like a demon, ravaging her from one end of the bed to the other, slamming it into her newly initiated cunt, clutching at her like a tiger at a prey's neck, fucking, sweating, driving my dick into her so deep that my pubic hair rubbed her asshole raw. She loved it. Ellie had talent just like her sister.
It was the kind of fuck that drained me utterly. I blew, and rolled off Ellie with a sigh of relief. She stayed on all fours for a second longer, then toppled on the bed beside me. Our chests were heaving and the room became intolerably close and hot for some reason. I lit a cigarette and smoked it all the way down before even attempting to get up.
"Well now," I said to Maree pleasantly, "have we decided to change our mind yet?"
"It's no use," she told me. "You won't get a peep out of me. What I want to know is, how did you find out? Did Ellie tell you?"
"You forgot the phone," I said. She gnashed her teeth and muttered uncomplimentary things to herself. "Anyway, we're going back to the school no matter how zipped you keep your lips, and I'll get to the bottom of this business if it kills me."
"I bet you will," she said through clenched teeth. "Do me one favor, Joe, don't take me back to the school. They'll tar and feather me for fucking up."
"Who's they?"
"Please, Joe, leave me here?"
"So you can tip them off? Wish not granted. You're coming, too, Ellie, just in case you remember that blood is thicker than water. In fact, get dressed now. We're leaving pronto!"
I supervised their dressing and ushered them into the car. My first stop would be the Van de Kut household. I had to know what was going on with the kidnappers and it seemed reasonable to think that the Van de Kut's would be abreast of the issue. After a long drive into the night we reached the palatial estate, and when I told the night-shirted butler who I was he immediately consented to wake the dowager up. She appeared at the top of the stairs like one of the furies and thundered at me: "Where have you been! I've been trying to contact you or your staff and I couldn't get any of you! Am I to believe I have truants in my employ?"
"No, nothing like that," I said hurriedly. "We're all working like beavers. Now would you fill me in on the latest, please, so I can get back to the school?"
"Who is that in your car?" she asked, looking over my shoulder.
"Accomplices," I said impatiently.
"Very well. Come into the library and well talk. I was supposed to deliver the money to a deserted warehouse this evening but I managed to stall them by saying my bank manager was away for the day. Now the deadline is tomorrow evening. Of course I have the money right here but, much as I love my daughter, I would dearly like to keep it to myself. Can you think of any way to achieve that modest goal?"
We sat down in the library and she fixed me with a withering, sarcastic stare. I felt like a failure. "Before I unfold my plan," I bluffed, "I would like to know why you haven't told the police this yet? I mean, at these prices why not get everyone involved?"
"Well… the caller said she was has documentary evidence of my daughter's involvement in lesbianism, and if there is another hitch in the proceedings she will send the photos to one or two of the nation's more sensational newspapers for publication. I'm willing to risk that money on your ability to track down this gang, Mr. Mac, that's what it boils down to."
"I see. You said it was a woman who called?"
"How perspicacious of you. Yes, that's right. She sounded quite young and well educated, too. I'm to leave the money in the warehouse, she told me, and one week later Laurel will be released and the photos will be destroyed."
The finer details came later. I noted them down and tried to piece it all together. Martha came in briefly and greeted me. Behind her mother's back she opened her robe and displayed her young body, but she was showing it to a jaded man. After she'd gone I said to her mother: "I'll want to stay here the night and the two girls in the car must be kept in a room where they won't be able to escape or contact their cronies. Can that be done?"
"Why, of course Mr. Mac. Don't rush back to Moorehead on my account, there's no hurry!"
"Your sarcasm will become your embarrassment one day soon," I informed her. Another bluff. Basically, I was up shit creek in a barbed wire canoe without a paddle, but why should I tell my employer that. The girls were bundled into a basement room and locked in. And I was shown to a guest room, where I gratefully collapsed on the bed and surrendered to a wave of sleep. It was not to be. Within minutes the door to my room creaked open and Martha snuck inside.