CHAPTER TEN
Clyde had waited long enough.
He lumbered up the sidewalk, trying to look nonchalant, a big brawny man totally out of place in that suburban neighborhood – a heavy hairy man, the absolute antithesis of the smooth-skinned young boys for whom Marlene creamed. But Clyde didn't have to appeal to her. Clyde had the leverage of blackmail.
He passed through the garage, down the walkway and into the kitchen. He paused by the door, and even from there he could hear Marlene whimpering and Billy panting and the bed rocking rhythmically to their horizontal gavotte. His eyes gleamed in anticipation. His face was bestial with lust.
He followed those sounds of lust to the bedroom.
Gazing in from the doorway, Clyde grinned fiendishly as he saw the shoeshine boy humping away between Marlene's widespread thighs, into her cum-drenched pussyhole.
He thought it was only fair to let the boy get his rocks off before he burst in upon them – for in his limited way, Clyde was a fair-minded fellow.
Why, that little lad can really pop the old rag, he thought. I guess maybe he's really my kid, after all!
Then he saw the camera where Charles had left it, forgotten, on the dresser.
It was too good a chance to pass up. Clyde tiptoed into the room. Marlene's vision was blocked by Billy's heaving torso. Billy was turned away from the door. Neither of them noticed the man sneaking in. He picked up the camera and found that it was all set to go. Fate was truly being kind to him. He got the camera up and waited. Billy was fucking faster and starting to whine.
Billy shot up her cunt.
Marlene came with him again. The camera went off, bulb flashing brilliantly, but both Billy and Marlene, as they came, had flashing skyrockets exploding in their minds and seething infernos in their bellies and the flash of the bulb did not register against the flaring background of their combined passion.
The Polaroid film slid out.
Clyde snatched it out of the camera and, not waiting for it to develop, tossed it onto the dresser. He put the camera down beside it. There would be time enough later to use that incriminating picture to blackmail her for money.
At the moment, Clyde was more interested in getting some of that sweet pussy.
He walked up to the bed.
"Aha!" he said.
Billy blanched and Marlene looked stunned.
"Who in hell are you?" she asked.
"Aw, jeez… that's my father," Billy said. Then, because he was furious that the man had interrupted them, he looked sullen and added, "Maybe he's my father."
Marlene breathed a sigh of relief. For a horrible moment she had suspected that it might be a private detective hired by her husband.
She said, "What do you want?"
"Cunt," he said.
"Not my cunt, you horrid hairy adult!"
"Head, too. I know you sucked the boy off and I saw you fucking him and if you don't put out for me, I'm gonna tell your husband about it."
"Oh, Christ," Marlene said. "You disgusting swine."
Billy looked like he might take a swing at Clyde.
But Clyde held all the cards. He shrugged his massive shoulders, smirking.
"What's it gonna be, lady?"
Marlene considered the situation.
She certainly did not want to fuck this brawny brute. He was exactly the opposite of what she liked, but she didn't see that she had much choice. She couldn't take a chance that he might actually tell Charles about her sins. And after all, it was no big thing. She was no virgin, ho innocent girl about to be raped or depraved. It could have been worse, too. Marlene was a logical clear-thinking woman and she figured she would rather be blackmailed for pussy – which was free – than to have him demand money.
She said, "I'll probably vomit… but I guess I have to let that pig have me, Billy."
"Aw, jeez," the boy said.
Clyde beamed.
"Can I fuck Billy again afterwards?" she asked.
Clyde, a generous fellow, said, "Yeah, sure." He was thinking he might take some more pictures.
"Well, let's get it over with," said Marlene. Billy pulled his cock out of her cunt and got off the bed, looking most distraught. But the horny youth brightened. He had no claims on her, after all, her being a married woman and all. And it might be sort of exciting to watch her fuck his father – maybe his father – as long as he knew that he was going to get to fuck her again afterwards.
He hunkered down to watch.
Clyde tore his clothing off. Marlene grimaced with distaste when she saw his big hairy chest and bulging belly, so vastly different from Billy's smooth slim torso.
But when she saw his cock, her eyes gleamed.
His prick was bigger than Billy's, a robust pecker with a swollen knob, hard as a crowbar and pulsating with vitality. Marlene thought that maybe this wouldn't be so bad, after all. She thought about it, in fact, exactly the same way that Billy was thinking about it. It might be exciting to fuck the father while the son watched, as long as she could have some more of Billy's sweet young pecker afterwards.
She actually managed to smile at Clyde.
"Don't worry, Billy," she said. "I don't really mind."
That thrilled Clyde, pride and prick. He knelt on the bed and twisted his big fist in her golden hair.
"Suck it," he rasped.
His coarseness didn't trouble Marlene, who was inordinately fond of sucking dick anyhow. When he pulled her head to his cock she went down willing enough. Her lips pursed at the tip, then slowly parted as she took the swollen knob into her mouth. She sucked. Her cheeks drew in concave indentations around the meaty mouthful.
She was happy to discover that despite his unkempt appearance, his pecker was delicious. Clyde had washed carefully that morning, in anticipation of stuffing her face full. He was thoughtful that way – not a bad fellow at all.
Marlene began to suck with a steady rhythm, her head going up and down on his fat prick. She figured that he wanted to come in her mouth, and never minding a nice drink of cum, she worked toward that creamy goal.
Her fist folded around the shaft of his cock and she began to stroke it through a few inches at the bottom, her lips coming down to meet her rising hand.
Clyde's big dick ballooned in her mouth, the knob expanding so much that it pressed into both cheeks at once. She felt like a squirrel with a pouch full of nuts.
But then he plucked his cock out of her face. As much as he enjoyed a blow-job, Clyde was eager to fuck her juicy cunt.
He moved down, wrapping his fist around his prick and aiming the head at her snatch. Marlene arched, tilting her cunt up to meet his thrust.
He ran the whole fat length up her on the first stroke.
"Ummmm… nice," she said, despite herself.
Clyde began to shovel his cock to her like a fireman stroking a boiler.
Billy was watching in fascination. Although he'd come in her cunt twice already, his youthful potency was undiminished, and now it was inspired by the sight of their vigorous fucking.
Marlene turned her head, smiling at Billy, wanting to let him know that she was all right.
But when she saw his booming hard-on, her smile faded into a gaze of longing.
"Couldn't Billy put it in my mouth while you fuck me?" she asked the brawny rider on her loins.
"Yeah!" he said with enthusiasm. He had no objections whatsoever to a double linkup – on the contrary, he figured it would be plenty thrilling to watch her sucking on a kid's dick while he fucked her cunt.
Billy needed no coning.
He sprang onto the bed, kneeling beside Marlene's head. She turned her face to him. He pushed his cock toward her. Her tongue flicked out, forming a pink path, and his swollen cockhead settled onto that path and slid right into her mouth. She began to suck hungrily.
Her cunt was slurping on Clyde's huge prick and her mouth gurgled joyfully on Billy's delicious cock.