Midge Gette
The more the sexier
(Beeline double novel – 71571)

CHAPTER ONE

"Did you read about the people down in Dade County, Mother?" Sharon asked.

"No, dear," said the beautiful little woman, "what about them?"

"They're rioting and some of them are dead. No money, no jobs, no food. And just look at us. We have all this, and for what?" Sharon looked down from atop the massive staircase. "I've heard of people showing off-five-hundred-dollar millionaires, they call them-but this is insane! If the Washington economists are searching for where all the money in the country has suddenly disappeared to, they ought to look right here! It's disgusting and ridiculous."

"Everything to you lately is ridiculous, Sharon. Isn't it beautiful, though?"

It was beautiful. Gorgeous, in fact, Sharon had to admit. Gorgeous and gaudy. The huge reception hall of their house, spreading out below them, was like something out of The Student Prince. All it needed was the opera star, Pavarotti, standing in its center, wearing knee-length britches and singing his heart out. Sharon's own life had become something like a fairytale opera since Uncle Nate had moved them all into this beautiful monster of a house.

Uncle Nate. Sharon rolled her eyes in helpless disgust. She could not bear to look at the little man who, after many years of wandering the face of the earth, his existence all but forgotten, had returned to the bosom of his family with more money than sense, in Sharon's considered opinion; and the dimensions of his family having with the passing years been reduced to one member, her mother, he had proceeded to turn that little woman into a complete idiot with his seemingly inexhaustible largesse.

Sharon's wide mouth settled into the sardonic lines that were becoming a habit of late. Below her the great hall was empty and not a sound of life could be detected anywhere. Behind and around her, all the doors to bedrooms and sitting rooms were discreetly closed, except her own. The wide stairway looked cold and endless and the front door a mile away. She was tempted to give a shout and stir up echoes from the great domed ceiling, but resisted. She had tried it before and almost created bedlam among her mother and sister and the entire staff of servants. She had enjoyed it, but at the moment was not in the mood for such childish pranks. After two months' residence in this mausoleum of a house, her sense of humor failed her at times.

"Ridiculous," she repeated aloud, and suiting protest to action, she ran down the long stairway, skidded across the gleaming rotunda floor and escaped through the front door.

Manicured lawns with decorous shrubbery and precisely spaced trees did nothing to ease her restless mood. Disgruntled, she wished herself back where so short a time ago they had lived in more or less contented sanity, instead of making great fools of

themselves up here on Skyline Drive, where only the very best people of the town dared to breathe.

Ungrateful. It was her mother's most persistent definition of Sharon now, and the girl did not refute it, but no amount of argument could change her attitude toward the whole thing. It was ridiculous. The Parkers did not belong on Skyline Drive. High above the town, it lay against gentle hills in a quarter-moon curve that accommodated less than a dozen beautiful mansions in immaculate quiet. It was the quiet, more than anything, that made Sharon feel frantic. It was almost impossible to believe that behind the blank facade of these fine houses any life-breathing, thinking, moving life-existed at all. Even the Talmadge mansion at the north end of the curve, where her brother and sister-in-law lived, bore no evidence of youth within its stately walls.

Sharon scuffed her feet to destroy for a moment the perfection of grass too green and too preciously untrodden, and thought about her sister-in-law Lorraine, who was the real reason why she was here, and not happy as a lark on old Tiger Tail Road. Ever since her brother Dwayne had married Lorraine and moved into the Talmadge mansion, her mother had died a thousand deaths of frustration and jealousy, until Uncle Nate had appeared on the scene and with a wave of his magic wand transported the rest of the Parkers to the hill.

Uncle Nate. Again the thought of him made her roll her eyes helplessly. She had as little to do with him as possible, but he did rather haunt her mind. In some ways he seemed as much a victim of all this as she was herself, but that did not change the fact that, along with Lorraine, he had ruined her life.

"Sharon, for heaven's sake!" Behind her, the front door opened a few inches and her sister's voice hissed out at her. "Sharon, get in here-this minute!"

Sharon did not bother to turn. "What's up?" she shouted.

"Sh-" The door closed sharply.

Sharon's laughter echoed down the quiet drive. She just had to say it again, loud and clear. "Ridiculous!" And in her mind she could see her sister Debbie scuttling away from the front door, terrified that the butler would appear out of nowhere and catch her opening her own front door.

If only, Sharon thought, her mother and Debbie could see how ridiculous it was. There was always something both pitiful and contemptible about social climbing. If one were not a Lorraine Talmadge Parker, born to Skyline Drive and all it typified, there surely could be little happiness in coveting a like position. While it was true that Skyline Drive in recent years had seen a small influx of families not born to the cloth, as it were, it had to be obvious to all such intruders that they never quite made it. The Talmadges, Roths, Huntleys, and Kingsleys-the four first families -remained aloof, and all that was left to the intruders was to band together in false pretense that no line separated the two factions.

A rueful little smile touched Sharon's lips. Her brother's marriage to a Talmadge had started the whole thing, and yet it was not fair to blame Lorraine, vho was, in Sharon's opinion, not a bad sort. Sharon liked her, but with certain reservations. Anyone who could have so blindly married Dwayne Parker just had to be suspect in the brain department. Sharon had no illusions about her brother. Shallow, vain, and circumventive, Dwayne had married Lorraine because he was tainted by social ambitions and the Talmadges were the first family of Brookings.

Lorraine loved Dwayne. To Sharon, this was the mystery of the century, and had quite convinced her that love was wholly blind and for herself a thing to be carefully avoided. Not that she had much to worry about on that score. At nineteen, Sharon was not besieged by suitors and had, in fact, never had any boy or man interested in her past a first or second date. She scared them off, her mother said. She just did not have what it took, her always popular and now married sister declared.

Sharon shrugged. Nothing about marriages of either her sister or brother was particularly conducive to envy on her part. She liked her brother-in-law Hermie, but considered him a weak character to have let Debbie talk him into moving into the Skyline mansion. Sharon did, on the whole, find her in-laws much more likable than any member of her own family. Lorraine was rather fond of her, she believed, and Hermie, at least, had no foolish social ambitions.

Bored by the monotony of her thoughts and surroundings, Sharon listlessly returned to the house, climbed the great stairway and sought her own suite of rooms. Once there, she stood looking about her with a sadness of appreciation.

The very best decorators available had wrought their skill upon every inch of the house and there was no denying the flawless results. It was perhaps the very flawless aspect of it all that moved Sharon to protest. From time to time, she tried to bring life into her own quarters by scattering her belongings, knocking cushions to the floor, moving a chair or kicking a rug, but the moment her back was turned one of the innumerable servants restored order, and had done so now in her brief absence.

She went to a window and stood looking down at the parklike design of the rear gardens, at the curved edge of the still-life swimming pool, and far down to where the grounds sloped in an almost imperceptible hollow at the foot of the gentle rise of hills. Her eyes came to rest upon the brick chimney of the gardener's cottage that nestled in the hollow, and a great yearning went through her. Just so had the chimney of the old house on Tiger Tail Road blended its faded brick-red with the green of fine old trees.

A movement caught her eye, and she pulled open the window and leaned forward. There was no mistaking the short, stout build of Uncle Nate, but just where was he headed? Well, I'll be, she thought in surprise. So that's where he disappears to from time to time! Wouldn't Mother and Debbie just die if they knew their roly-poly benefactor was consorting with the hired help?

Animation did wonderful things for Sharon Parker's face. More handsome than pretty, in repose her face looked plain and almost ill-natured, for she had a pronounced scowl and a stubborn chin; but now her fine gray eyes and mischievous grin lit her features with unexpected warmth and beauty. Since Uncle Nate took no part in the domestic order of the house, leaving all such affairs to his sister and the worthy housekeeper, Mrs. Upstead, the beeline he was making to the gardener's cottage deserved investigation.

Never one slow to act, Sharon moved swiftly now and without plan. Leaving the window and the door to her room open, she raced down the wide stairway and ducked under the balcony. Searching by a circuitous route to find the house's rear entrance, Sharon passed through the big kitchen and gave a quick wave to the servants-Brownie, Rosie and Sally.

Fortunately, all were too busy for a chat and Sharon was able to continue on her way. The beautiful brunette went out the back way and began to stroll through the woods.

"Wonder what Uncle Nate was doing sneaking around in the woods," Sharon giggled. "Maybe he was heading for a romantic rendezvous?"

The young girl giggled some more, unable to picture her uncle as a bed-hopping bachelor. For one thing, he was almost middle-aged.

"Give me a young man every time," the teenager murmured. "They can go the distance."

As Sharon sat down by the edge of a sparkling, secluded pond, a recollection flooded her mind that contradicted what she'd just said. She remembered Mr. Stone, the family lawyer who was in his late forties. He certainly hadn't lost any of his manly potency.

"That's for sure," Sharon whispered, blushing. "In fact, he just about wore me out!"

The girl stretched out on the grassy bank, allowing the memory to return. A year ago, soon past her eighteenth birthday, Sharon had to go into town to see Justin Stone in order to find out how certain money matters affected her now that she was no longer a minor. It had been a curious meeting. She was aware of the lawyer's avid interest in her physical features-and she noticed what a handsome, husky man he was-yet there wasn't the hint of a pass.

Until two weeks later, that is. Stone had called, asking her to return, there were a few details he'd forgotten. In a frisky mood that day, the voluptuous teenager decided to wear a skirt slit up the thigh and a low-cut blouse. As events were to prove, the girl had not fully estimated the handsome man's virility.

The business they had to deal with took only a few minutes. Sharon was confused because it didn't seem there was enough to do to warrant her coming. Instead, she entertained herself with thoughts of Stone's sexual prowess. To her surprise, she found herself getting turned on by the husky lawyer.

"Well, I guess I'll go now/' she said, standing up and feeling a blush spread over her face, caused by unexpected desire.

Stone stood up and came around to the front of his desk. "There's no need to hurry off, Sharon," the lawyer said. Then his voice grew slightly hoarse. "I must confess that since our last meeting I've thought of nothing else but you."

"Wh-what do you mean?" the girl stammered.

"I'll tell you," he replied in a gruff voice with a hint of pleading in it. "Maybe you don't know that my wife is frigid. She dislikes sex, thinks it's sinful. And for a healthy man like myself, that's torture. Now do you get my meaning?"

"I… I guess I do." Sharon was shocked by his implication, yet a stirring in her loins told her she wasn't too shocked to leave. "I'm sorry about your situation."

"Maybe you could be more than sorry," the lawyer said, stepping close to her. "Maybe you'd like to help me out."

Sharon's generous heart went out to the 16

handsome man-and as her sympathy increased, so did the vibrant stirring between her legs. She nodded slightly, mesmerized by his virile presence, and he threw his strong arms around her.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed. "I've got to have you or I'll go mad. Don't deny me!"

"No, no, of course not!" the teenager cried, filled with sympathy and increasing desire. "I want you… I want you to take me… right here!"

Throwing her inhibitions to the winds, Sharon pressed up against the shuddering, powerful man. Searing jolts of heat lightning went through her trembling body as she pushed her barely concealed breasts into his sturdy chest. The recently ignited fire between her thighs became a blaze of consuming passion.

"Oh, Mr. Stone, yes… yes, I'll do whatever you want… oh, you're so strong," she cooed.

The curvaceous girl kicked her shoes off and got up on her toes to rub her crotch against the expanding bulge between his muscular legs. The lawyer's hands reached down and hitched up her skirt, and at this signal Sharon hopped up and wrapped her long, slender legs around his hips.

"Oh, Jesus, Sharon, you're a hot little wildcat!" Stone groaned.

Spurred on by this compliment, the teenager bounced up and down, crushing her moistening mound against his throbbing manhood. She gyrated faster and faster, finding herself overwhelmed by the sudden arousal.

With a grunt, he broke free. "Not so… fast… I haven't… done anything in so long!"

"Yes, I understand." Sharon stood on weak legs and a mischievous grin crossed her pretty face. "Don't worry, we'll go nice and slow."

Without hesitation, the shuddering lawyer began to disrobe. Sharon cooed with joy as more of his muscular build was revealed. When he was naked, her knees almost caved in at the sight of his long, rigid pecker. It pointed at her, thickening and lurching with vibrant potency.

"My God, Mr. Stone!" she exclaimed. "It's so big and… shit, I want all of it!"

"You can have it, baby!" he suddenly roared. "Take your fucking clothes off!"

Fully releasing her body to take its own course, the flushed brunette practically tore her blouse off her back, revealing her large, heaving breasts. They were swelling and aching with need. She reached up and cupped the bulging orbs, tweaking the stiffening nipples between thumb and forefinger.

"More, damn it!" Stone bellowed. "Take it all off… I want to see you naked!"

Releasing her boobs, Sharon readily complied with this urgent request. She slipped her skirt to the floor, and her damp panties instantly followed. She stepped out of the pile of garments and turned to drape them on the lawyer's desk. The oozing ache in her pussy made her head swim.

"Oh, Sharon… lovely!"

Before the teenager could turn around, the husky lawyer was against her, pressing her against the desk. His hot, trembling hands came around to enclose her swollen jugs, his palms sensuously rubbing the stiff, rosy buds.

"Jesus, Sharon, you're more luscious than I dreamed," the lawyer cried hoarsely. "Two weeks ago, when I saw you… I knew I had to have your body!"

"Yes, Mr. Stone, you have it now," the girl crooned, proud of her power to turn this dignified member of the community into a babbling idiot. "It's all yours… do what you want!"

His hot, panting breath bathed her ear as his tongue licked her smooth white neck. Sharon gasped with awe as she felt his large, pulsing phallus rubbing between her slender thighs.

"You make me feel like an animal!" Stone roared.

Sharon felt herself being turned into a beast of lust as well and she loved every second of it. She spread her quivering thighs, allowing the lawyer's hot pecker to advance until it throbbed against her pink, steaming slit. He moved his spear back and forth, massaging the drooling portal.

"Ohhhhh… Ahhhh!" she moaned, jolts of intense pleasure frazzling her nerve endings. "I'm getting so hot… so fucking hot!"

Stone's expert manipulations quickly drove her into a frenzy. He moved his large prick back from her dribbling twat to slowly crawl along the damp crack between her soft ass cheeks. Meanwhile, his frantic massage of her swollen tits increased until she thought he would tear them from her chest!

"That's it, Mr. Stone!" she howled. "Pull my titties… squeeze them hard!"

His fingers crawled forward until they took her two red, stiff nipples and lifted up her bulging breasts. Sharon nearly fainted with pleasure. Her knockers ached so much that she wished he had ten hands to massage them.

"God, Mr. Stone, do everything to me!" the lusty teenager shrieked.

She threw her hands down on the desk to brace herself as she began to ram her inflamed cunt back and forth along the length of his purple-veined shaft. His iron-hard nuts slapped her smooth ass cheeks. She glanced down, watching the purple cockhead appearing between her legs again and again. She desperately yearned to have the big piece of man-meat in her mouth-but the pounding heat of her pussy was her first priority.

"Put your dick in me!" she squealed. "Doit… fuckmesilty!"

"Can't," the lawyer grunted. "I'll come right away… got to make this… take longer!"

"Do something, goddammit!" the girl screamed in a frenzy of need. "Use your fuck finger! Stick your finger in… mmmeeeee!"

Stone released one swollen boob and stuck his hand between the girl's smooth, juice-coated legs. First he stroked her drooling slit, fully lubricating the long digit with syrupy fluid, then he moved his finger back until it touched the tiny, rubbery circle of her clenched asshole. Sharon yelped with pleasure as he rubbed the tiny orifice.

"That's it… oh, God!" Sharon gasped. "Play with me… shit, I love it!"

After another few seconds of lusty manipulation, the lawyer left her steaming anus to return his finger to her dripping twat. He slowly rubbed her slippery cunt lips, squeezing them together then prying them apart. Then he shoved his fingers into her hole, finding her engorged clit.

"Oooowweeeee!" Sharon squealed, her hands clawing at the desk. "Oh, my pussy…Ohhhh!"

With three thick fingers embedded in her burning pussy, the teenager began to babble incoherently. Pressure mounted in her womb at an astronomical rate as she humped her cunt onto the fibrillating fingers.

"Yes, fuck me… fuck me with your finger… I'm going to… oh, please, I'm so close.…"

But the expert lawyer didn't want the young girl to come just yet. He withdrew his juice-coated fingers and they agonizingly returned to her steaming asshole. Since they were so well lubricated, he had no trouble inserting them into her rear canal.

"Ohhhh, Jeeesus!" Sharon howled. "In my ass? God, never… oh, shit… more, more!"

The frantic teenager thrust her asscheeks back and upward, swallowing his invading digits to the knuckles. She rammed her ass back again and again, repeatedly fucking herself with his stiffened fingers. Her fingers dug into the desk's hard surface and her red, lust-contorted face swung from side to side.

Then, to her intense disappointment, she felt the lawyer remove his prods. "No… oh, please… don't stop!" she begged. "I've got to have more!"

"Don't worry, baby," the husky man grunted. "You're going to get a lot more… right now!"

His meaning quickly became apparent as his fingers were replaced by his throbbing tool against her quivering anus. Very slowly, Stone inserted his hard, dribbling tip into her tiny shit chute.

"Oh, my God… it's so big!" Sharon screamed. "It'll never fit… so big… Ohhhh!"

"I'll make it fit, bitch!" Stone roared, beside himself with lust. "I'm going to stick it up your ass until it comes out your mouth!"

"Holy fuck!" the girl shouted. Then she threw herself at the lawyer's mercy. "Yes, shove your prod in… let it come out my mouth… then I can blow it while you hump me!"

Pleased by her quick acceptance of the situation, Stone's trembling hands parted the soft, lovely ass cheeks to fully expose her little opening. Sharon fell forward, crushing her large aching tits against the desk as she flung her long legs out behind her. Stone lined up his long spear, loving the way her rubbery opening grasped at his cockhead.

"Please, Mr. Stone… don't wait!" Sharon howled. "Fuck my asshole!"

With steady, gradual motions, the powerful lawyer complied. He heaved forward, feeding inch after agonizing inch of pulsing dork into the teenager's ass. Sharon spread her legs wider and hitched her hips up to take in as much as he had to give. Her dripping pussy writhed against the desk's hard surface as her moist anus swallowed up every inch of his thick, throbbing meat.

"Eeeeeeeee!" she squealed, her asshole now fully filled with cock. "Eeeeeaahhh!!!"

"Yes, bitch. I'm going to fuck your asshole!" Stone bellowed. "Fuck… fuck …Fuck!"

With an increasingly frantic rhythm, the older man heaved back and forth, battering the tiny orifice with his thick rod. The sound of his cum-filled balls slapping against the girl's creamy ass cheeks reverberated through the office.

"Uuuunghgh! Ohhhhheeeehhhhh!" Sharon cawed like a crow as Stone impaled her against the desk. "Oh, fuck… oh, shit… oh, hump me!"

Driven beyond reason by the frantic ass-fucking, the voluptuous teenager screamed obscenities as Stone's prick ravaged her inner depths. Pressure mounted to an excruciating level and she thrashed her ass up and down to increase the lewd friction.

Suddenly, Stone cried, "Oh, God… Oh, Jeeeesus… I'm coming… I…"

That signal also detonated Sharon's body. "Me, too… me fucking toooo!"

Stone clutched the girl's hips and with one final lunge he buried his dick to the hilt in her ass. An instant later, a flaming torrent of spunk raced out of his embedded tool into the battered asshole.

"Goddddd! Aaarrrghghgh!!!" he howled.

Feeling her tiny hole inundated with hot, spewing cum, Sharon was swept away by her own red-misted orgasm.

"Fuckmeeeee… Eeeeeaaahhhhh!!!!!"

The two lovers thrashed against each other as their bodies spun in a universe of total climax. Stone drained his nuts into the exploding girl, roaring his release to echo Sharon's orgasmic squeals.

Finally, their bodies spent and cum dripping down the girl's inner thighs, Stone withdrew his flaccid member and they collapsed to the floor, moaning with sexual contentment.

Now, a year later, sitting by the pond, Sharon quickly removed her panties and began to masturbate. Only the birds heard her ecstatic cries of release as she repeated the joy she'd felt in the lawyer's office.