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CHAPTER FOUR

It was only early afternoon when Joe Barcone finished his shower and bade a fond farewell to Barbara and Sandra, who vowed they would be back in the near future. Joe sighed as they left, feeling sated, but a long way from glutted.

He slipped on fresh underwear, socks, a shin and slacks, and returned to work. He was good at his job as a construction engineer and soon had a full set of plans half-completed on his desk.

The phone rang. It was Margaret, letting him know she had been delayed at the hospital.

"I'll be home about nine," she told him.

"Hell, I was looking forward to having you get my supper ready," he replied.

"What are you, a baby? Get it ready yourself. You know how to warm up the meat."

"Yeah, but the meat I want warmed up is between your thighs," he teased. "I'm hungry for your cunt."

"What does it take to wear you out?" she asked.

"Ten like you," he replied.

She laughed and hung up. Barcone felt disgusted. He had been looking forward to a long romp with Margaret before supper. Now there wouldn't even be any supper.

The doorbell sounded.

"Who the hell could that be at this time of day?" Barcone muttered, going to the door.

Opening it, he was surprised to see his sister-in-law, Francine, or as he called her, Francine, standing there.

"Hey kid, what're you doin' out here in the suburbs?" he asked.

"It's me," the eighteen-year-did girl replied.

"She's acting like a real pain. She keeps trying to censor my life, telling me where to go, with whom to go, when to come home. I mean, it's a real drag."

Francine looked a lot like Margaret, though she was a few years younger than her sister. She had the same kind of fluffy blonde hair, the same cute, upturned nose, and the same full kissable mouth. Under her striped polo shirt was a pair of pert, solid tits somewhat larger than Margaret's. And because the flesh was younger, Joe was willing to bet it was the tiniest bit more solid. God! He would love to suck on them.

"So you took off, just like that?" Joe asked.

"Not exactly. Ma thinks I'm out looking for a job. Hell! I can always go looking for a job tomorrow. I need to relax, for now, anyway."

"Sure thing," Joe nodded. "Besides, I need a favor from you."

"A favor?"

"Joe, I'm the only virgin in my crowd. Oh, I popped my cherry playing tennis a long time ago, but I've never been fucked. All my girl friends talk about it, and they tease me saying I'm from the old school of morality."

"What's so bad about that?"

"Come on, Joe. It's a well-known fact, most women today enjoy sex because they start learning about it at an early age. I mean, way back in Ma's time, when a woman was supposed to be a virgin until she got married, most women didn't know the first thing about sex, about coming, about anything. If they had good husbands, they learned. If they ended up with a stiff, they were left high and dry."

"Francine, what are you trying to say?"

"When you got back from the honeymoon, I had a long talk with Margaret. She told me everything, and I do mean everything. She's been telling me everything for a long time, now. And she told me how you made all the guys she'd known before look like nothing. So Joe, if I'm gonna have a good cock stuffed into me, I think it ought to be the best."

"Come on, Francine…"

"No, Joe, I mean it. You see, when other guys try to touch me, I freeze up. I figure if maybe you did it, you'd break me down."

"Look, Francine, I think maybe you'd better go take a cold shower. We can talk about this afterward."

"Joe, I'm all tensed up. Please help me."

"Go take the shower first."

Shrugging, the eighteen-year-old girl went inside and took a long shower. When she emerged, she was wearing one of Margaret's robes. The plea was still in her eyes, and Joe Barcone felt he was no longer able to refuse the girl. He reached for her, and she pulled away. When his arms finally surrounded her, she struggled, biting, kicking and hitting. But then Joe entwined his fingers in her hair and forced his mouth to hers, feeling her lips burn a kiss on his.

And the kiss was everything Joe expected it would be. She was a human volcano, erupting into life with a vengeance, letting him know he'd tampered with a girl who no longer was timid. Like a sword her tongue beat at his. Again and again the tongue lunged into his mouth only to be parried by his own expert sword of flesh.

Francine's fingers sank into Joe's neck while both his arms encircled her. Together they struggled furiously, each pushing, neither giving ground. He'd cracked the dam of her resistance and tons of emotion, like stored water, came seeping through. It was only a matter of minutes before the dam burst, and for the first time in more than ten years, Joe wondered if he'd be able to handle the onrushing flood of this woman-child.

"Oh my God!" she muttered, coming up for air. "What've you done?"

Deftly he began opening the buttons on her robe, exposing her tits, twin mounds of perfection. They were large and heavy, with relatively little sag for all their weight. Joe paid homage to their perfection, bowing and kissing first one tit and then the other, rolling the nipples in his mouth, between his hungry lips, one at a time. He nibbled and suckled each and stood up. He stepped back, the better to contemplate her superb body. Immediately conscious of what he was doing, Francine shut her eyes, feeling like an embarrassed schoolgirl, which she was.

"To think," he told her, "for all the time I've known you, you kept that magnificent figure waiting just for me."

"What are you doing?" she asked, opening her eyes as he began removing his clothes.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking off my clothes. It's difficult to fuck with one's pants on."

A few seconds later she felt his weight on the bed as he lay beside her. With a few quick movements he whipped the robe off her arms and from beneath her, flinging it off to the side. Then he turned her over, belly down on the bed, and rising to his knees, bent above her and kissed the nape of her neck. A thrill tingled down her spine, causing another shiver to course through her. His tongue seemed magnetized to her flesh as it moved down her back.

His fingertips had lightly pressed beneath her arms, and now slowly feathered their way to her curved waist. She responded to each fingertip, shifting left and right as they moved along.

His hands stopped at her hips, waiting for his tongue, then they proceeded to caress the rounded moons of her ass, parting them to allow his tongue to whip between the crevice separating them, and Francine responded by hitting him in the face with her ass as she bounced, unable to control her feelings.

He flipped her over, his tongue licking its way to her abdomen. Her head was cradled on pillows, and she could see what he was doing in the two minors across from the bed. Joe let his tongue wander from the dimple of her navel to the crease joining her right leg to her pelvis. As his right hand slid under her rump and rubbed her round ass, his lips traced the crease of her leg joint.

Now his face was directly between her thighs, and he was lost in admiration. They were firm, powerful, and with a curvature one rarely saw in younger women, much less in a girl of Francine's youth. They drew his eyes in until he came to their juncture – the tulip-shaped lips of her excited cunt. The large, outer cuntlips seemed to beckon to him. Slowly, uncontrollably, his head inched forward, planting kisses along her thighs.

Staring into the minor, Francine saw what he was about to do and she froze in breathless anticipation. His face was drawing nearer to the creaming slot. She could feel his hot breath covering her cunt.

He decided to use his fingers first, bringing his left hand between the marble columns of her thighs, reaching out, and gently caressing her twitching pussy. They pressed, spreading the rich, pink lips, making the whiteness of her thighs seem all the more creamy.

Tentatively Joe poked a stiffened finger into her cunt, testing its resistance. The well-oiled interior engulfed his digit, and then a second, and finally a third finger followed. With his thumb he began caressing and massaging her tiny clitoris, watching as it slowly enlarged.

Now, he thought, and withdrawing his fingers from a cunt reluctant to release them, moved his head forward and let the tip of his tongue circle her snatch, splashing in the tasty juices flowing from her cunt. Gently he teased the inner lips of her pussy, causing her to leak even more lubricant.

Francine couldn't explain the feelings to herself. She stared at the minors, drooling at what she was seeing. And then his tongue plunged all the way into her burning cunt, and she could see no more as she locked her thighs around his huge head.

Joe sent the full length of his tongue into the tunnel of Francine's cunt, letting it circle and touch all the walls before coming out and slurping itself against her erect clitoris. He took the blood-filled clit between his lips, rolling it back and forth, causing it to enlarge to an even greater size.

Francine's cunt began to secrete in one long flow, feeling his tongue lap up everything as it twiddled around in the flaming depths of her roused pussy. Her thighs gripped his head in a viselike hold, and his tongue responded to the pressing of her thighs on his head by once again rimming her cunt and then sinking into its sucking center.

Never having experienced anything like this, Francine went completely out of control, bouncing wildly from side to side, moving his imprisoned head with her. Her ass began bouncing as his tongue voraciously licked her hot, flowing cunt.

Both hands were under her ass now, squeezing the delightful cheeks, caressing them, and steadying them. His finger slid into her tight asshole, and though she fought it, the pressure was too much, and it finally slid in. And once it was inside her ass, it wigged, making her pleasure even more intense. The frenzied tongue snaking in and out of her boiling cunt and the wigging finger massaging nerves in her asshole skyrocketed her to new, undreamed-of heights of sensation.

All the teasing and tantalizing she had endured from her friends suddenly had its effect on her. The mere thought of constant fucking without letup had brought her to the point where it would all pay off.

Francine felt her orgasm swoop down on her. It erupted through her, bursting into every nerve center. She rocked uncontrollably from one side to the other as her ass bounced high off the bed, her locked thighs pulling the imprisoned head of Joe Barcone with them. Spasmodically, she leaped high into the air again and again, crashing down to the bed over and over. But even as her legs released their grip, Francine still felt only partially fulfilled.

Joe finally withdrew his head. Gasping for air, he looked up at her and smiled.

Francine's mind was in an incoherent state. Lying there, all she could say was, "Oh God, oh God, oh God," over and over again.

Then she snapped out of her stupor, and staring at Joe, parted her thighs and begged, "Again."

"Relax," he assured her. "There's lots more. And we have all night to do it in."

"I loved every bit of it. Tell me, do men like sucking women?"

"This man does. We also like being sucked."

"I'm tempted," she told him, letting a hand rub between his thighs against his enlarged cock. "But… I don't know."

"Take your time. You'll do it when you're ready."

"I will. I swear I will."

"There are lots of things we can do," Joe said.

"Show all of them to me," Francine begged.

"First, a small period of foreplay."

"The hell with that. I'm burning."

Joe raised Francine's hips and pushed a pillow under her. Satisfied it was properly placed, he let her bring her ass down. Then he swung his body over hers, hovering over her, letting his thick and powerful cock smack against her thighs as he moved it toward the yearning center of her passion. As if drawn by a magnet his cock found the flooded entrance to her cunt. Slowly it moved toward her, and Francine, who had been staring at his face rather than into the minors, suddenly felt the enormity of the cock as it began easing its way into her pussy.

"God Almighty!" she exclaimed. "I'll never hold the whole thing!"

"Don't worry your lovely head about it," he told her. "You'll hold all you'll need. Hell! You must have seen some other cocks."

"But not any as thick! It feels like a log!"

"Well, let's see how much you can hold."

"Oh Lord, that feels so… ahhhh… good!"

Slowly he continued sliding his ponderous prick into her tender, moist cunt, his entrance made easier by the mixture of both their lubricants and tremendous quantities of his saliva. Inch by heated inch he powered his cock into her greedy pussy, until he found a minor miracle had occurred. He was all the way in.

"Wow!" was the only thing he could say.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Watch."

With Francine still flat on her back, her gaping cunt gripping the full length of his monstrous cock, Joe changed from a kneeling position to a squatting one. Curling both arms beneath her armpits, he had her clasp her hands behind his neck.

"Now comes the hard part," he informed her. "It'll put a little strain on your muscles."

"My muscles can stand strain," she told him.

He made her draw her knees back to her chest and cross them behind him, then caught her knees under his armpits until her right foot touched his right hip and her left foot touched his left hip. The position permitted even deeper penetration, and Francine was able to handle it.

"Now shut up and drive," he told her, plunging his dick forward.

All his weight was concentrated on the balls of his feet and he wondered if the mattress would hold up. The crossing of Francine's legs behind his back had locked him into her cunt more tightly than any grip his seething cock had ever experienced. If the bed broke, they'd hit the floor together.

He shifted his position slightly, easing the heavy pressure on the base of his buried cock. It was a new feeling for Joe, who had never before found a cunt so exquisitely tight and squeezing. Now he wondered if he'd be able to maintain mental control over his body this way. Then he began his movement, withdrawing his powerful cock halfway, then gently plunging it back in. Her cunt hungrily ate up his thrusting cock, the fire in its center yearning to barbecue the intruding shaft.

Joe knew the value of long, slow thrusts as opposed to short, machine-gun plunges. He crammed his swollen prick in to the deepest part of her blazing cunt, pushing until his hairs tangled with hers, then pulling back slowly, letting the cock ride out until its head tickled the rim of Francine's inner cuntlips, then once more slowly easing it in.

Joe could feel the greedy sucking of her pussylips, trying to yank him even deeper. Francine's teeth sank into her lower lip as her hands gripped his neck all the more tightly. A haze covered her eyes, and the feeling she'd had when his tongue had slithered into her cunt began rising again. Then, suddenly, she came.

Joe felt the muscles of her cunt contract each time she climaxed, spasming gloriously as her body attempted to move. When he felt she was at the height of her orgasm, he rammed his unbending cock into her as deeply as he could, and there, deep inside her cunt, he churned himself back and forth speedily. He felt her convulsing cuntlips squeeze the base of his prick, and then mentally unshackled himself, detonating his cum into her depths.

His hot jism thundered into her, spilling into every corner of her cunt, inundating her womb. Uncontrollably he triggered one blast after another into her seething box with undiminished power. Finally, his cock ceased firing.

Without a word, Joe continued moving his flaming cock in Francine's cunt, and his pole began to stiffen even before it had had the opportunity to shrink. His hips began to chum even more violently, knowing he could ram his rampant cock in to the hilt without worrying about harming her. And ram it in he did, plunging it back and forth with lengthy, swift strokes, the jism in her quivering cunt making the way easier.

Francine, for all the cramps in her hips, responded by wiggling her ass, feeling yet another climax about to overtake the one she had been enjoying. She could actually feel his cock as it swelled, and as her orgasm built, she knew they would come off together. And they did, colliding with one another and smashing into tiny fragments that drifted to earth together.

Francine was in heaven. She had no idea anything could be this good. Oh God! He was unbelievably fantastic. She whispered to him, begging for more, but before he could reply her mouth once again came down on his, her lips crushing his as her tongue washed through his mouth again, using his own techniques on him.

"Take it easy," he warned, finally pulling his mouth from hers. "This is all new to you. You'll bum yourself out too quickly."

"Can I stay tonight?" she begged. "Please, can I stay tonight?"

"If it's all right with Margaret it's fine with me."

"D'you think she'd let me curl up in bed with the two of you?"

"Hell, she's your sister. You know her better than anyone."

"Joe, Joe, you're so great."

"You're pretty terrific yourself, kid. But don't use it all up at once. Hey look, Margaret said she would be a little late tonight. How about you making some supper for all of us?"

"Okay. I'll call Mom and let her know I'm spending the night here. This way she'll know I'm safe."

But before Francine could get to the phone, it rang. Joe picked it up.

"Hello."

"Barcone, this is Hal Burke. We have problems."

Burke was Barcone's lawyer.

"What's the big problem, Burke?"

"You know that big shopping center you were designing for Myrna Fraden?"

Joe damned well knew the shopping center. He had slaved over the design for months, and only after convincing Myrna Fraden it was a good investment for her daughter, Shari. Shari was a pretty, empty-headed little thing who knew nothing about money except how to spend it. Myrna, a wealthy widow, wanting to make certain her daughter always had a large, spendable income. Much of the money was set aside for Shari in trust accounts. But Barcone, after fucking the ass off Myrna Fraden, convinced her to invest in a good commercial shopping center with a gigantic supermarket and a department store, among other things. And Myrna, completely under the spell of his cock, had finally agreed. The papers had been drawn up and signed, and though Myrna could not back out legally, she could put up one helluva fight and cause the thing to be delayed a good five years.

"What seems to be troubling Mrs. Fraden now?" Barcone asked.

"Her daughter doesn't like the idea of owning the land being rented out to a lot of stores," Burke replied. "You know Shari Fraden. She's spoiled rotten."

"Yeah, well suppose you leave it all to me. I'll go talk to the mother again."

"Myrna's vacationing in the Bahamas. She left Shari home by herself. Shari called me and told me she was going to write her mother and let her know she wanted nothing to do with the shopping center."

"Where's the brat now?"

"She's probably at the Fraden home, balling it up with her pot-puffing friends."

"You just leave her to me. If you don't hear from me again, forget the whole thing happened. It'll mean Shari has changed her mind. Okay?"

"Gotcha. I wish you luck."

Hanging up, Joe Barcone hurriedly dressed in a sport shirt and slacks. Turning to the naked Francine, he said, "Make that supper. I'll be home later."

"Okay," Francine smiled, blowing him a kiss as he left.