"I'm in your luscious ass, Jill,” I said. “Does it hurt, or can I start fucking?"
She raised her mouth from Marilyn's cunt and said, “Fuck it! Fuck my ass now!"
"Jeez, that's sexy, guys,” Marilyn said. “I want to try that sometime, Martin, while I'm sucking Jill off."
I took long slow strokes at first until I felt she was comfortable with the intrusion. Each time I threw my cock into her, she wriggled her sensuous butt a little, giving my cock a slight twist and enhancing the sensations of her ass sliding along my shaft. Then she started a circular motion with her hips, and I increased the speed of my thrusts to match the rhythm she demanded. Our syncopated rhythm took each of us higher. My arousal had nearly peaked just short of a climax when my cock first fully penetrated her anal canal, and somehow I maintained that peak without shuddering into an orgasm.
I reached down between my legs and rubbed some fingers through her cunt from the rear. I discovered if I pushed my thumb into her cunt, I could reach her clitoris with my fingers. The little bundle of nerves was hard and throbbing, ready to be rubbed directly, so I lashed my fingers back and forth on her clit while I finger fucked her cunt with my thumb. With my arm behind my leg, and bent as I was to reach her clitoris, my movement in and out of her ass was impeded. I could still move, though I couldn't achieve the full stroke I longed to make. I pushed her hips up slightly and tried a full stroke. It pulled my fingers from her cunt, but when I pushed my cock back inside her, my fingers briefly slapped at her vulva. My thumb couldn't penetrate her pussy, but I could stimulate her clitoris with a slap. I sensed she wanted a full stroke in and out of her ass, and she seemed to enjoy the little slap I gave to her clitoris each time I thrust back into her ass. I felt like a jockey whipping a horse, urging the animal toward the finish line as I thrust into her.
"Oh, yes, like that, Martin,” Jill cried. “Only slap me harder; fuck me harder and faster. Slap me! Fuck me!"
"Don't stop sucking me, licking me, Jill,” Marilyn said and then her voice grew louder, more demanding. “Please don't stop! I'm on the edge. Yes! Oh, yes! I'm coming, Jill! Martin, I'm coming!"
I watched as Marilyn ratcheted her hips up against Jill, grabbed her head and pulled Jill's mouth tightly to her cunt.
"Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes!” Marilyn cried as she climaxed with her hips jerking up and down, rubbing her cunt through Jill's mouth.
At the same time, I felt the muscles inside Jill's ass flutter as she started her own orgasm. I gave her cunt a forceful slap and jammed my cock deep inside her bowel and let my first ejaculation fly. I felt my head fly back and my muscles stiffen as my orgasm overwhelmed me.
Marilyn must have released Jill's head, because I heard Jill cry out, “Fuck my ass, Martin! Oh, I can feel your cock shooting come in my ass. Yes! More! Yes, like that! Oh! Oh!"
Shortly, I collapsed onto Jill's back and rolled to the side. Jill pulled herself on top of me, kissed me, sharing Marilyn's flavors with me. At the same time, I felt Marilyn's sweet lips at my neck. Then Jill kissed Marilyn. Marilyn kissed me. I kissed each of them in turn. Finally we lay calm and momentarily sated, Jill on my left and Marilyn on my right.
"I love sharing,” I whispered. “I love it to pieces.” Those words produced a few more soft kisses and murmurs of agreement. I fell asleep with an arm around each luscious woman.
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Chapter Ten
Once again we didn't crash into the swamp. Ruth met Jill and me at the airport. Marilyn would be flying in this evening. I asked her to meet with Vera and coordinate the financial end of the operation in Phoenix before joining us.
Ruth kissed me at the gate before we spoke and curled my toes. Jill appeared nonplused, and when Ruth stepped back, I understood her attitude when the ladies embraced. Their kiss drew a crowd. “Your office called, Jill,” Ruth said huskily when their kiss ended. “Your ex is trying to get in touch with you."
Good, I thought. If he had not called Jill, she would need to call him. I preferred that French do the chasing. During our flight, I had coached Jill what to say and how to act while speaking to him. We stopped in a sitting area of the airport that gave us some privacy.
"Use the cell phone I gave you this morning,” I said to Jill. “Let me hook up the recorder first.” I wet the suction cup with my mouth, stuck it on her cell phone, and turned on the tape recorder. I nodded.
She shuddered and dialed.
"Evan, it's Jill ... Business. I just deplaned in New Orleans ... Yes, you son-of-a-bitch, I'll be there. I'll fly up Saturday ... No, I won't give you my flight number. I never want to see you again. The last time I agreed to see you, you drugged me and had me gang raped ... No. I've a reservation at the Plaza. I'll fuck him there or nowhere ... No, I will not allow someone else to pick me up ... No, it's the Plaza or nowhere ... Listen carefully, you son-of-a-bitch. I will meet your john like a good little whore at my suite at the Plaza, or the whole deal is off, and you can put the pictures in the New York Times for all I care ... I'm very serious. To prove it I'm hanging up now. I'll buy a Times in the morning. Goodbye and good riddance, you cock sucker.” She hit the end button.
I smiled. “Good job.” I started the rewind on the tape.
"This is scary, Martin. Are you sure he'll call back?"
"Yes, you gave him a way to go. He'll need to contact his principal, and if the man agrees to the Plaza, he'll call you back. Even then, he'll say the man won't meet you there, but if you hold firm, we can provide you protection and control the event. If the principal will not agree to the change in plans, then French must decide whether to kill the golden goose or not. He won't kill it, Jill. He knows he can bleed you for more and more of your money. Trust me. As long as a blackmailer has an out, he will not fold his hand."
I made a mental note to call another friend, Doc Hanley. Plan B might be necessary.
She nodded. “I trust you, Martin."
"Call your office and give them the number of your cell phone so they can contact you directly when he calls. Remember, do not give French your phone number. Use your office as the intermediary."
Jill nodded.
Luggage, mostly Jill's, filled the trunk and the back seat of Ruth's car. The three of us settled into the front seat with Jill in the middle.
As Ruth guided the car down the freeway, I asked, “Sis, Marilyn will be in New Orleans this evening, and some of my friends will start invading your lovely home on Friday morning. Are you still agreeable with New Orleans as our base of operations for the next two weeks?"
"No problem, Bro. Roy Williams called this morning. Roy and Vera are a joy to be around, but I'm going to run out of bedrooms."
"Marilyn will be staying with us, but I'll put Roy and Vera up in a hotel, along with anyone else that stays overnight during the first part of the operation."
"I have room for Marilyn as well as Roy and Vera."
"No, they need to get completely away from the hubbub each night. They will be more comfortable with more privacy."
"Did you meet Marilyn?” Ruth asked Jill.
"Yes,” Jill said with a sultry smile.
"And?"
Ruth was curious.
"She's lovely, intelligent, efficient and tastes good. We shared,” Jill quipped.
Ruth's mouth dropped slightly, and her dark eyes became darker, flinty, like obsidian. I wanted to tell her that curiosity killed the cat, but I wisely deferred the comment.
"Shared?"
"Martin, Marilyn and I slept together last night, Ruth. I hope you don't mind.” Jill reached and gave Ruth's thigh a loving squeeze and then patted her soft inner skin a little higher on her leg.
Ruth studied the road as she drove for a few seconds, and then smiled. “No, I don't mind. Sounds like fun."
Jill's hand on my sister's thigh became a caress.
"It was very erotic. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.” Jill's expression looked inward and her hand on Ruth's thigh slipped higher.
"How's
little Christie?” I asked to change the subject.
"Biting at the bit to flutter some wings,” Ruth said with an impish grin. “She's really excited, Martin. I hope you have a task for her where she can be effective and useful."
Jill removed her hand and placed it demurely on her lap.
"I do,” I said. “On Friday, I want her to start talking to the kids French and Able have abused and discarded. She'll need some coaching, but I believe the kids will talk to someone her age. Most of them don't trust adults and will clam up or lie through their teeth."
"That's perfect."
"She'll be exposed to a dark side of life, an evil and violent underworld, Ruth, and she'll learn a few cuss words, colloquial expressions used by street kids, you might not want her to learn. Are you sure?"
My sister thought a moment. “Yes, I'm sure. I'll watch her emotions carefully. She's mature for her age, and so very bright. She will be all right.” Ruth smiled. “And I doubt she'll learn any new curse words. If she does, they'll merely enlarge her vocabulary. You are always saying money is just money. My business is words. Words are just words, Martin."
"Okay,” I said and turned on the tape recorder to listen to French's side of the conversation with Jill.
When we stopped in front of Ruth's home, Christie bounded out of the house and jumped into my arms. Her kiss wasn't a little-girl kiss. She seemed to oscillate from girl to young lady without volition. Again she proved her effectiveness as a female and managed to tighten my trousers slightly. Pride shined in her lively eyes when she observed the results of her efforts. She hugged Jill.
I dropped my three bags in my room, the one with the private bath I used before, and trudged back down to help Jill with her luggage. We needed a forklift. I was perspiring when I finished.
"I need a shower,” I said to Jill.
She gave me a quick kiss.
"I'll be with Ruth. She needs me right now. I could smell her arousal in the car when I told her about the three of us last night. You don't mind, do you?"
"No. Not at all."
"You know you could probably join us. I don't believe your sister would refuse you."
I shook my head and smiled. “Ruth and I have talked about sex between us. Incestuous fantasies should remain fantasies, not become memories. Go ahead. I'll shower and make a few calls."
She kissed me again, thoroughly, which effectively expanded the results of Christie's kiss earlier. I was fully erect when she left her room.
After my shower, I dressed and wandered downstairs. My cocoon, the large high-backed leather chair in the great room, beckoned me, and I curled up in its comforting confines. I looked out through the widows into the garden toward a splashing sound. Christie stroked gracefully through the water in the shimmering pool, performing her laps. As usual, the little scamp was naked.
I dialed, using one of the untraceable cell phones Roy had provided that morning in Phoenix, and Robert answered.
"How's everything going, Boss?” he asked after we said our hellos.
"On track. French called Jill. He wanted to pick her up at the airport and take her to the john. Of course, Jill refused. As planned, she told him the Plaza or nowhere. In the end, she hung up on him."
"He'll call back."
"Yes, but I remembered something Jill told me about the morning after she was gang raped. She said he called her after the pictures were delivered and knew her every move. ‘...like he was a fly on the wall,’ I believe she said, or something to that effect. Also French knew she had torn up the photographs he had sent to her via courier."
"Do you think he had the place wired?"
"Yes. I remember that's what I told Jill at the time. The place was probably more than wired. He's into photography. He would have access to clandestine video equipment."
"Christ! If he wires her room, he'll hear us, maybe see us when we intervene with the john."
"Precisely. Also, I figure he bought an employee at the Plaza to gain access to her room before she arrived. That, too, was part of our plan. Have you approached any Plaza employees yet?"
"No, that was on my agenda this afternoon."
"Don't make an approach. If you talk to the same one French bribed last time and will surely approach again, he or she might sell French our request. It is vital that we remain anonymous, and Jill must appear innocent during and after the intervention. Actually, I want the son-of-a-bitch to wire her suite. When the john doesn't show up, French will have proof she had nothing to do with his disappearance. We'll take the john in the hall. Reserve all rooms around her suite, Robert, and wire the corridor, both sound and video. When the john knocks on her door, we'll take him."
"The sound of his knocking will be picked up by the bugs."
"Good thinking, Robert. Here's the new scenario. A delivery boy is ready with a long box of flowers—say yellow, long-stem roses. We grab the john in the corridor when he knocks on the door. The delivery boy takes the john's place in front of the door. Jill nervously waits a few seconds before she peeks out the peephole. She looks relieved when she sees the delivery boy and invites him inside. He hands her the flowers. She smiles and tips him. He leaves. Jill opens the box and looks at the card. She goes to the telephone and calls the person who supposedly sent the flowers, perhaps an actor we hire. The phone call must be real at both ends in case French has the phone bugged. They chat and flirt with each other. She says she can't meet with him now but makes a date with him for the next time she is in New York. She'll let him know as soon as her plans are set for her next trip. She hangs up and pours herself another drink. She glances frequently and nervously at her wristwatch. An hour after the appointed time, she calls French and cusses him out. Tells him to never pull a stunt like this again. Etcetera. Etcetera."
"That plays, and it's a better plan all around. I'll get right on it."
I gave him my cell phone number so he could call me direct, said goodbye and hit the end button.
Then I called Doc Hanley. We talked for fifteen minutes, and he agreed to set up Plan B so it could be initiated within a day, if it were necessary. I remembered a file I wanted to review. It was up in my room, so I climbed the stairs.
As I passed my sister's bedroom, I heard a groan and then some talking—my name among the words. Jill was talking about me. The door was half open. I wondered if Jill or Ruth or both had left the door open on purpose. Perhaps they wanted me to hear and see. I knew I was rationalizing, but it gave me reason to look inside, to see, to listen.
Jill was on her back with her legs spread and my sister had her mouth on Jill's vulva, licking her cunt, an assumption on my part because I couldn't see the junction of Jill's active pussy and Ruth's mouth because of my sister's lovely hair.
Jill's eyes were closed and her hands were entwined in Ruth's hair. My sister's gorgeous butt waved at me, like Jill's had waved at me the previous night, and an incestuous fantasy about my hard cock in my sister's ass stomped into my mind with hobnailed boots. My prick sprang up erect and throbbed. I bit my lip to keep from groaning.
"What happened then?” Ruth asked when she briefly raised her head from between Jill's legs. Her head dipped back down, and that's when I noticed my sister's fingers busy in her own glistening cunt.
"We all came together, nearly at the same instant,” Jill said huskily. “Marilyn climaxed on my mouth. My orgasm overwhelmed me when Martin slapped my cunt, and my fluttering sphincter muscles took him over the top. His big cock swelled even larger in my anal canal, and his juices splashed and spread, soaking the membranes in my ass. Oh, the memory excites me, and telling you allows me live it over again. I'm coming, Ruth. I'm coming in your mouth like I came in Marilyn's last night. Keep licking. No, suck my clit into your mouth. Yes! Oh, yes. Now lash it with your tongue. Just like that! Yes! Yes!"
I couldn't stop a groan. My fist had grasped my hard cock, was squeezing it through my trousers. Jill's eyes snapped open. Still moving through her climax, she stared at me as the flush of orgasm r
eddened her face and spread to her neck and onto her upper chest. Her body jerked spasmodically but her eyes never left mine.
Also, Ruth had started her climax. Her ass jerked and her fingers flashed and poked, all timed to her orgasmic contractions.
I backed away. I was so aroused I was in pain. My rock hard cock throbbed, demanding release. I entered my room. I had not masturbated for a long time, but if a circumstance ever demanded self-relief, this one had to be near the top. I kicked off my shoes and unbuckled my belt. I tossed my trousers and shorts to the floor and rolled onto the bed on my back. My hand fisted my cock and stroked once when the door opened. Jill entered and ran to me.
"Wait,” she said. “I want your come in me, not on your chest."
She straddled my hips and sank down around my cock. The satiny, moist interior of her just-sucked, creamy cunt grasped and released.
"Listening to me describe our threesome to your sister excited you,” Jill said softly as she stroked her cunt fully up and down on my shaft. “Watching her lick my cunt excited you even more. You were tempted, I know, tempted by your sister's luscious ass. An incestuous fantasy grabbed your thoughts. In your mind, you fucked your sister's gorgeous ass like you did mine last night, didn't you?"
"Yes! Oh, god, yes!” I cried and an orgasm spread through my body and transported me to that place where I can only feel, where I experience sensations so exquisite I can't breathe. With my body rigid and flushed with rapture, I swiftly fell away from that place, back through the void to the room, to Jill moving on me, reaching for her own orgasm. My body jerked in another contraction and Jill joined my climax as her own orgasm seized her.
I heard a sound from the door, a groan. I glanced and my sister's familiar backside slipped silently away.
The fact that Ruth had watched didn't repulse me. Jill rolled off me and we cuddled.
"Ruth watched us,” I said as I softly kissed my love from the past.
"I thought she would. Do you mind?"
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