"Shut the fuck up!" Bob shouted.
Bob pushed again and suddenly his cock was all the way inside Laura's ass. Carol wouldn't have believed it was possible if she hadn't seen it for herself. Bob's cock was all the way inside Laura's asshole so that only his balls could be seen.
Bob began to fuck her in hard strokes. Carol could hear Laura grunting each time his cock rammed into her. She could also hear the sounds of his balls slapping her ass cheeks.
"You fucking cunt," Bob groaned. "Move your fucking ass. Move your fucking ass like a cunt in heat! Move your damn ass!"
Laura started moving her ass back to meet his hard strokes. For the first time, Carol could hear Laura starting to make soft sounds of pleasure.
"That's right," Bob said. "You're starting to love it now. You're starting to love it!"
His cock pounded her harder. Laura was moving across the bed with each powerful stroke. Carol saw Bob reach beneath her and caress Laura's hanging tits. Laura seemed to go crazy. She started pounding her ass back against him just as hard as Bob fucked her.
"Oh, you bastard," Laura cried. "You mother-fucking bastard. You had to fuck my ass! You had to stick it up my asshole!"
"You love it in the ass, bitch," Bob said.
"Yes!" Laura cried. "Yes, I do, bastard. Oh, I'm coming! Your fat cock is making me hot! BASTARD, FUCK ME!"
Bob rammed it into her ass again and again, and Laura kept screaming as the wild spasms of pleasure shook her body. Carol couldn't stop watching. Watching Laura come was the wildest thing Carol had ever seen.
Bob rammed her ass even harder as the trembling in Laura's body subsided.
"Bitch," Bob said. "You sweet-assed bitch. I'm going to shoot it up your asshole. I'm going to fucking come in your ass. You're going to feel it, bitch!"
He rammed deep into her asshole and Carol could see the tension going through his body. Carol moved around and started stroking Bob's balls.
"Shit," Bob moaned. "Shit, keep doing that and I'll shoot every fucking drop in her asshole!"
Bob kept ramming his cock into her asshole until Laura had milked every drop. Then Bob slowly took his prick out of her asshole and stretched out on the bed.
"That was fucking fantastic," Bob said. "We're going to have to get together more often."
Carol would have agreed with that, but she wasn't sure that Laura did. Laura was looking at Carol as if she hated her. Carol wondered if she was going to get very many more baby sitting jobs at the Fishers'.
CHAPTER SIX
Carol sat in front of the television set drinking a Coke. The two-year-old Johnson twins were both asleep and the Johnsons were at a party downtown. Carol had never babysat for the Johnsons before.
But for some reason Alan Johnson had called her tonight and Carol had quickly accepted. Alan Johnson paid as well as the Fishers and their home was much nicer. Carol had quickly found out that there was plenty of good food in the kitchen.
The Johnsons hadn't been gone long when Carol heard a key in the front door. Carol sat up surprised as Alan Johnson walked into the living room.
"Mr. Johnson," Carol said, flustered. "What are you doing home so early? The twins are all right."
"I'm not worried about the twins," he said. There was a smirk on his face that Carol didn't understand. She sat up straight. She was wearing a navy-blue sundress and hadn't put on a bra. She saw him staring at the crevice between her breasts. It was almost like he had touched her there with his hands. Carol pulled the hem of her sundress down as far as she could.
"I'm going to fix myself a drink," Alan said.
He went to his bar and made himself a huge drink. He went over to a couch and sat down. His eyes were still on Carol, making her feel uncomfortable.
"Where's your wife?" Carol asked.
"Oh," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I got her involved in some kind of kid's game. They're out looking for treasure or some such crap. One of those childish things. I'm sup posed to be out looking also."
"Then whey aren't you?" Carol asked.
"I've found my treasure," Alan said.
Carol was feeling more and more uncomfortable. She shifted her position in the chair. She wished the twins would wake up and give her an excuse to run from the room. She didn't like Alan Johnson. He wasn't her type. He looked like the kind who would wait on street corners to pinch little girls.
"Do you know what I do for a living, Carol?" he asked.
"No sir," she answered.
"I own my own company. It's a large company and I employ a lot of people. Like Judson Fisher."
Carol was beginning to feel something nervous in her belly. "But Judson Fisher works in a bank."
"That's true," he agreed. "But you see, my company is so large that it puts a lot of money in Mr. Fisher's bank. It makes him want to roll over and play dead whenever I tell him."
Carol's mouth was starting to feel dry.
"He also talks to me a lot. He talked to me about you."
"About me?" Carol asked.
"Yeah. He told me that you were a great fuck!"
"That dirty liar," Carol whispered.
It was all Carol could think of to say. She felt weak and sick as she jumped off the chair and started for the door. At that moment she hated Judson for giving their secret to a dirty man like this. She wanted to get out of that house as quickly as she could.
He was faster than she thought he could be. He blocked her path before she could get out of the living room. He was still sipping his drink as he grinned at her.
"Don't hurry off," he said.
"Let me by," she said.
"Don't act this way, Carol," he told her. "It's not going to do you any good. I know what happened between you and Judson. There's no sense in pretending you're some innocent virgin type. Judson says you've got the hottest pussy he's ever fucked."
She tried to force her way past him and it was a mistake. He grabbed her by the throat and his fingers felt like steel. She found herself walking backwards and gasping for breath.
"You don't want me to hurt you, honey," he said. "Why not try and be nice to me? Fighting me won't get you anything but trouble."
He grabbed her around the waist and she slapped his face. He quit grinning at her. He stepped back and punched her hard in the stomach. She had never been struck that way before and she bent over double, gasping for breath. He pushed her back into the living room. He forced her down on the living-room couch and he sat down beside her. She was still gasping for breath.
"Now don't try and get away anymore," he said. "Be nice to me. I told you that I know you were nice to Judson. He told me so!"
"I don't think he told you anything like that," Carol whispered.
"Well," Alan said. "Maybe he didn't. Maybe it was Mrs. Fisher. Laura likes the business I do with her husband and she knows how I feel about young girls."
"The bitch," Carol said softly.
Now she knew what he was saying was true. Laura had hated her ever since that afternoon at her uncle's. Turning a beast like Alan Johnson loose on Carol was just Laura's way of getting even.
"Now are you going to fight me anymore?" Alan asked.
Carol shook her head. She knew it would do no good if she kept fighting him. He would only hurt her worse. She felt herself shivering as he put his arm around her.
"I like your titties," Alan said softly. "I nearly swallowed my tongue when you came through the door tonight. I never dreamed you'd have a pair of beauties like that!"
The arm around her shoulder slipped down until his hand was cupping, her shapely round tit. She felt his fingers brushing across her nipple and it was like an electric spark went through her. She felt it growing hard under his fingertips. She tried to pull away, but his hand slipped down and cupped her tit.
"Real nice, girlie," he said. "I bet you know how to shake them, too."