Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

But then, so was Ann Trent… What a lucky girl she was… her father president of Parksburg Paper Mills… all of the luxury any girl could ever want. A beautiful home, cars, clothes and a wonderful younger brother… yet, when she thought about it, she couldn't help the strange feelings she had about them as a family. She'd never seen such closeness between sister and brother, or father and daughter. Even little Donnie Trent was always kissing his mother and putting his hands on her almost too affectionately. And lately, Ann had kept asking her to stay over for a night, but for some reason she hadn't wanted to. Of course, she and Ann had always been close, and secretly, both of them enjoyed the little bed-games they played in the darkness… like cuddling, kissing and feeling of each other… it always worked her up so… especially when Ann would massage her breasts, then put her head down between her legs and run her tongue through her pussy… God! Just the thought was getting her hot right at the moment.

Her mother's voice brought her back to reality. She must be talking on the phone, Nadine decided, suddenly aware that her own small hands were gently caressing her breasts and taunting their tiny, cherry-red nipples into hardness through the gauzy material of her shortie-nightie. She felt her face flush and forced her hands away from her self. Her mom's voice said: "Yes, Mr. Bovino. I'd like very much to talk to you… When? Late this afternoon? I have to be in the dining-room by six… Yes… fine, I'll be there, sir. Four-thirty. All right… and Mr. Bovino… thank you… Good bye…"

God, her mom had such a sultry voice, with only the slightest trace of accent. If only she could mimic it, what an asset that would be to her career. Her mom was so wonderful… so cool… Dear God, why hadn't Daddy ever seen that? How could he have ever preferred Shelly Granger over Mom? That must be what booze did to a person. Oh sure, she was young, but in God's truth, she looked older than her mother, and that was not an exaggeration. Not only that, but Shelly Granger was a bitch! Hadn't she heard Jamey and Shelly fighting and calling each other the vilest of names that very day when she'd actually seen her father and that redheaded witch strip naked in the woods and go at each other?

She was a bitch, all right, and her own father was no better. She was glad he was gone… dead… and that she'd never have to look at him again. Glad! Glad! He deserved to die… Now, he could look up from hell and watch his daughter become a star… damn him!

There were some compensations, Max Bovino thought, leaning back nakedly in the huge leather chair, his strong, hairy-legs obscenely spread apart with his feet on the ottoman, so that the long-haired, ash-blonde girl could kneel between them, with her pretty face poised directly above his thick, massive, long cock spreading up ponderously from his tensed, hair-covered loins. One didn't have to wait until night… which was stupid and habitual in the first place, he thought to himself, smiling salaciously. A blind man lived forever in darkness; therefore, it was logical to fuck and be sucked whenever one felt the urge… and it was damned seldom when he wasn't lasciviously so inspired.

"How's she look, Lonny?" he questioned in a guttural voice, reaching down to run his hand over the great harnessed animal that lay beside him. The dog, obedient to his master's slightest touch, raised his head high, and with open mouth and panting tongue barked loudly in response, appearing to grin up at the lovely, naked girl. The big-man made a lewd chuckling sound and patted the huge boxer's head affectionately. Then: "How about it, Silk? She look as good as usual?"

"It's Lily," the tall, scrawny man with a hawkish, pitted face and the fleshy clothes responded. "She hasn't changed, Boss," he added, sprawled in his chair with gaunt legs stretched out, a scotch-and-soda in his bony hand, his own prick lurching in covetous lust inside his shorts.

"You stupid sonofabitch! I know who she is!" the blind-man spat angrily. "It's the scene I want. What the hell do you think I keep you around for… your brains? Now, start painting word-pictures for me with that filthy voice of yours before I order Launcelot to rip your nuts off!"

Silk Weaver came quickly to attention. He'd overstepped his boundaries and knew it. He sat upright, stealing a first glance at the tremendous, broad-shouldered, seeing-eye boxer before drinking in the lewd sight of the luscious, kneeling blonde-girl who was gazing down with ever-growing excitement in her desire-filled green-eyes at the rock-hard shaft of oversized flesh jerking convulsively to the touch of her small, gently stroking hand.

"She's just the way you like 'em, Boss. You know, big, firm jutting tits… a round, warm, full ass, and a naked cunt. She shaves it, the way you told her to, and it looks almost like a new baby's bottom… really all right, Boss. It's a beauty…"

"What the hell d'you mean? You ever fucked around with her?" Max Bovino snapped, leaning forward in his chair.

An expression of fright clouded the voluptuous blonde's attractive face, causing her to look up quickly at the twisted, handsome features of the naked man whose massive prick she was lovingly massaging and caressing with her small white hands. God forbid, she thought! She'd rather be dead than let that slimy snake, Silk, lay his hands on her!

"Max, darling, you know I'd never let any man touch me again but you…" the girl, who was Lily Vance, assured him sincerely, pressing her lips warmly to the moist tip of his hardening shaft, her tiny pink tongue swiping at the little drop of lubricating fluid she had caused to seep out. Its poignant tang sent a ripple of delight through her own tingling loins and she gazed longingly up into his face, wishing the eyes behind the shaded glasses could see and read the truth in her own, and the pleasure that just being able to suck him brought her. God, she loved him.

"Shut up, bitch!" Max ordered. "Answer me, Silk? You ever fucked with her, eh?"

"Hell no, Boss."

"You sure?"

"Christ, Boss… you know me better than that. I wouldn't lie to you…"

"Godamn you, Silk, you'd lie to your dying mother… but I think I believe you," the big man growled, a bitter grin twisting his mouth. "You know better than to touch one of my broads, then expect me to let her suck my prick after you've dirtied her. Eh…? Don't you?"

"Sure, Boss… I understand."

Max grunted and slowly lay back in his chair once more. Lily almost sighed aloud in relief. Silk hated her because she'd refused his advances a dozen times; he'd vowed to get even… and for one brief moment she'd thought that time had come. Now, Silk was grinning over at her evilly, as if to say, "Just one word from me, baby, and you've had it… think about that…" She shifted nervously where she knelt.

Max Bovino felt his hardened cock losing its erection. The little moment of doubt hadn't done one damn thing for his libido; but just the thought of that slippery, scrawny bastard daring to lay a hand on his private harem was damned near enough to turn him off… and he'd come to enjoy the cunt, too… Angrily, he twisted Lonny's ear and the animal whimpered painfully.

"You lousy slut!" he snarled at the blonde, winding his hand brutally in her hair. "What in hell do you think you're here for, eh? Well?"

"T-To suck you, darling…" Lily whined, feeling the tears rushing to her eyes from his strong hand nearly-wrenching the hair from her scalp.

"Then, start sucking, cunt… before I get someone in here who knows how to handle a prick… and throw you over to Silk, there…"

Without another word, Lily grasped at the wilt mg penis, pulled back the thick, heavy foreskin until the great, blood-filled head was glisteningly naked, then slipped her warm full lips down over it hungrily, encompassing the huge knob inside her mouth to swirl her tongue around and tweak at the tiny split on the tips.