God, she needed a man. Bob was available and he seemed to want her. It might be wrong, but it was going to happen. It had to happen....
His fingers tightened on the flesh of her breast as his other hand moved to join it. In a moment, both of Jill's magnificent breasts knew the touch of her son's expert hands as he fired her arousal to new heights.
"Mom ... Mom, I gotta do it. I gotta ... have you ... "
Their mouths fused as their lips opened to a kiss that was unlike any they had ever shared. Jill felt his tongue invade her welcoming lips to find and mingle wetly with her own.
She did not hesitate; sex was what she wanted and needed, and the fact that he was her son no longer mattered!
Archive Note: The chapter headings in this pocketbook really did start out with numerics and changed mid-way through to alpha characters ... for whatever reason the publisher may have had.
CHAPTER 1
"No need to be in a rush, Kathy. Sit down and visit for a while. Want something to drink?"
The pretty blonde girl looked at the man nervously. She felt his eyes roam over her small but lush body; at 15 she was almost fully developed and she was well aware of the power of her thrusting breasts and long, shapely legs. But in the past she had exerted her charms on boys of her own age or slightly older; this was her first serious encounter in the big league of the adult world. It was an event she had both anticipated and dreaded for some time, and one which she could not pass up.
"I ... thanks, Mr. Evans, but I really don't drink very much. Sometimes I do take just a little Scotch mixed in a coke, if you have it..
Tom Evans grinned as he read the girl's mind. He was just drunk enough to ignore the hazards of the project he was about to undertake; the fact that she was underage and lived next door was completely overshadowed by his growing physical arousal as he continued to stare at her cute body. That body was more than adequately displayed by a snug sweater that clearly defined her young breasts and a micro skirt that ended above mid thigh. Equally important, he sensed that the girl was also interested in the things he had in mind....
"Got plenty of Scotch, and plenty of coke, Kathy. It's a combination I don't like very much, but HI be glad to fix it for you. Sit down on the couch."
The man moved to the small but well stocked bar at one side of the den that served as an office for him. The motion cleared his head and he walked with only a trace of unsteadiness.
The girl hesitated a moment, aware that this would be her last chance to exit gracefully. She'd had no intention of getting into such a situation when she had come to the Evans' home to return a borrowed book for her mother. But she had been aware of Tom Evans as a man for nearly a year and she knew that he was also aware of her; she'd gone out of her way several times to flaunt her increasingly lush body in front of him. Sexual encounters with boys had left her unsatisfied and for several months she had been determined to extend her experience to an adult man at the first opportunity. And Tom Evans was perhaps the most attractive man she knew. She'd found out he was thirty-nine years old, and while that ancient age was supposed to be well past the point at which a person could be trusted, she nevertheless could find no fault with his lean, hard body and general masculinity....
"Here you are, Kathy. Ifs not very strong." Evans sat down beside the young girl on the couch. One of his hands went casually to her knee as he handed her the drink, and he was surprised at the stimulation that the touch of her firm flesh caused in his own body. He felt the familiar preliminary surge in his loins as he moved the hand gently up on the smooth skin of her thigh.
The girl took a sip of her drink as she let herself respond to the hand on her leg. It felt good, and somehow gave her an implied assurance of competent sex if she wanted it And Kathy was increasingly sure that she did want it....
Again Evans sensed the girl's response. The whole thing would be easier than he had anticipated; damn, the little wench was probably tired of boys and ready for an experience with a man. Well, she'd found the right man to give her what she needed....
Evans decided to bring matters to a head. He moved the hand on her thigh under her skirt and brought an inquisitive finger between her soft thighs to probe lightly at the filmy material that covered the soft curls of her pubic hair and the warm lips of her little, but aroused, vagina.
"Oh, oh, gee ... Mr. Evans, I ... I mean...." The girl turned a flushed and startled face up toward the man as her young hips squirmed under his touch. He grinned at her as his other hand slipped around her shoulder and drew her tense body against his.
"Relax, Kathy. You feel like you're all tied up in knots. I'm not gonna do anything you don't want. Thing is I think you want to be fucked as bad as I want to do it to you. See what you've done to me?" Evans moved his hand from her shoulder to guide one of her little hands to his lap and the growing bulge in his trousers. He kept his hand on hers as he pressed it against the stiffening penis inside his trousers. "See, Kathy? You've already got my prick hard, and we haven't really done anything, yet. But we're gonna do something, baby; I'm gonna take the prick you're feeling and fuck hell out of you with it How does that sound?"
The young girl sat transfixed for a moment as her small fingers grasped his large shaft through the material of his trousers while his fingers toyed with her vagina through the thin but effective barrier of her panties. Her mind raced as she realized that she would be taken by the man unless she broke off the affair now ... But, hell, she wanted to be taken, to feel his mature penis in her young vagina, to have his semen shoot in her little sheath ... Her fingers clasped more firmly on his twitching shaft as she closed her eyes and moved her face close to his so that her mouth was at his ear. "I ... it sounds good, Mr. Evans. I want it-I want you to fuck me. I've never had a man-just boys. I've never had a prick like yours. It feels so big ... and hard. Gee, I don't know if I can talce it, but IT! try. You can fuck me, Mr. Evans. I want you to. I ... let me take your prick out. I want to see it. Please ... I want to see your prick."
Evans felt the organ throb as the pretty young girl expressed her desire to see it, and he was more than willing to grant the request. "You can see it, and do anything you want with it, Kathy. Go ahead and take it out. Damn, Honey, you've already got it hard...."
The young girl moved her hands to his zipper with a practiced ease that indicated at least some experience. In a moment she had his trousers open and one small hand inside them as she started a brief and successful search. Again he felt her warm fingers grasp his penis, this time in direct contact. She began an instinctive pumping motion even though the scope of her action was severely limited by the restriction of his clothing.
Evans closed his eyes as he allowed himself to savor her touch for a long moment. "Kathy, baby ... you little minx, that feels good as hell. You've done it before, haven't you?"
The girl giggled as she stopped the motion and began to extract the organ from his clothes. "A little. I told you I've been with some boys. Actually, this is mostly what I have done-played with pricks, I mean. I jacked boys off for a long time before I let one fuck me. But I never played with one like ... oh, God. It is nice ... gosh, Mr. Evans, your prick's wonderful
* * *
Kathy's exclamation came as she succeeded in removing the object of her attention from his trousers. She stared at the hard penis with bright eyes as her tiny fist was momentarily motionless.
The man's eyes were open again as he watched the girl admire his organ. "Like it, Kathy? I'm told it's a little bigger than average, but I don't think that really makes much difference. I think...."
The girl's intent voice interrupted him. "Gosh, yes, I like it ... it looks awfully big to me. It's so much bigger than ... Mr. Evans, do you really think my cunnie will take it?"
The man smiled into the serious eyes that the pretty girl had suddenly turned up to him. One of his arms again went around her body, this time to bring a hand beneath her arm to cup one of her large breasts. His fingers quickly confirmed his visual impression that she wore no bra beneath the snug sweater. The firm flesh felt good to his touch, and he discovered that her nipples were small but already hard. "Kathy, don't worry about your little pussy. A girl's cunt will take a lot bigger prick than you'd think. Of course to be sure I really need to check it for you. Maybe you ought to slip your panties off so I can tell."
The girl giggled again. "You mean so you can finger fuck me? It's alright, I like to do that. For a long time that's all I'd let the boys do. Let me stand up for a minute so I can slip 'em off ..
But Evans did not release her breast. "Okay, Kathy, but there's one thing you might do first. If you want to, that is ... baby, do you really like my prick?"
The girl's tone was earnest "Oh, yes, I do-I really do. I told you-it's the nicest prick I've ever seen . .
Evans seemed pleased. I'm glad you feel that way, Kathy. Maybe you'd like to show me. Kathy-do you know what a woman does to show a man she likes his prick? Have you ever kissed one?"
For the first time the pretty girl seemed slightly shocked. "Kissed ... you mean have I ever kissed a boy's prick? No-no, I wouldn't do it A couple of them wanted me to-one offered to suck my pussy if I'd just kiss his prick-I didn't have a really suck it But I wouldn't do it I just ... well I guess I just didn't like him that much. It didn't turn me on to think about it...."
Evans rolled her nipple between his fingers. "Suppose you did like the person, Kathy. Would you want to kiss his prick then?"
The girl looked up at him uncertainly. "Gee, I don't know. I guess I never thought much about it. Yd have to like the boy an awful lot hut maybe if I did ... you know, if I loved him maybe I'd want to do it.. She paused and looked at her companion with growing comprehension. "Do you ... are you asking me to lass your prick, Mr. Evans?"
The man's face wore an almost plaintive look. "Well, I'm not asking you to do anything you don't want to, Kathy. I did think perhaps ... you see, the thing is that mature women often do it for a man they like. But I have to keep in mind that you're pretty young ..
His comment seemed to touch a sensitive nerve in the girl I'm not so young, and you know it. I mean I'm not very old, but everybody says that I'm very mature for my age. And I do like you, Mr. Evans-I really do. I ... do you really want me to ... kiss your prick?"
The man kept his sense of victory from showing on his face. "Kathy, I told you-I wouldn't ask you to do anything you didn't want to. Of course if you do want to, I know I'd enjoy it. There's one thing I ought to mention. I haven't let very many women do it to me. I've always thought that having your prick kissed by a girl was kind of special, and most girls I've known I wouldn't let do it...."
The young girl felt flattered by his remark. "You mean you feel that way about me? You'd like to have me kiss it? Gee ... would it be okay for me to ask you something? Maybe I shouldn't, but I'd like to know. Do you ... well, I mean does Mrs. Evans kiss your prick?"
The man struggled to keep a straight face. "Yes, she does, Kathy. At least she used to-come to think of it, she hasn't done it in some time." He paused and seemed to be thinking. "It has been a long time, now that you mention it ... oh well, it doesn't matter too much, I guess...."
The young girl's instinctive feminine competitiveness was aroused as she sensed an advantage. She made her look and her voice coy in a way that under other circumstances would have made Evans roar with laughter, but which he now welcomed as a sign of his victory. It was important to him to experience the pleasures of this pretty girl's virgin mouth. She squeezed his penis with one hand as she brought the other one to rest lightly on his cheek. "Mr. Evans, I ... well, I think you're kind of special I think I want to do it ... gosh, it seems funny to say that. I never thought I'd be telling a man I wanted to kiss his prick. I ... there is one thing-I just want to kiss it, not suck it. Is that okay? You don't mind it if you don't come in my mouth, do you?"
Again Evans concealed his amusement with some difficulty. But amusement was not his only reaction; the very naivete which was in some ways humorous also had the power to stimulate him. He felt his penis throb in her motionless hand....
"Kathy, baby, you can just kiss it. I hadn't really even thought about corning in your mouth. It wouldn't be fair to do a thing like that the first time. That takes experience and talent that you couldn't possibly have at this stage, so don't worry about it. Like I've already said, you don't have to do anything you don't want to, or aren't prepared for."
"Oh ... gee, I hadn't thought about it like that. I guess it does take some experience." She paused and lowered her eyes. "I guess I must seem like just a kid to you. I suppose I am just a kid, even thought I feel like I'm pretty sexy and know my way around. To the boys my age I do seem to be sexy, but to a man like you ..
"Kathy-baby, you're sexy as hell to me, too. I wouldn't have you here now if you weren't. Lack of experience is a thing that can be overcome if a person's attitude is right, and besides it's even attractive in a way in a girl your age. I'm glad you're not too experienced. Maybe we can increase your experience a little, if you want to ..
The girl's face brightened. "Oh, I'd like that. If d be fun learning from you, because I like you. I really do, Mr. Evans; I guess I never felt about a grown man quite like I do about you. I ... well, I might even want to learn to suck your prick, later on. Right now I'll kiss it, but I don't want to suck it yet. Is that okay?"
Evans could not repress his smile, or his eagerness. I told you it was, Kathy. I think what we need right now is a little less talk and more action. If you feel like kissing my prick, go ahead...."
The man's challenge made the girl flush. Her eyes again dropped to the stiff penis clasped in her white hand, and almost subconsciously the hand began to pump on it as she stared as though transfixed.
Evan's voice was gentle. "Go on, if you want to, Kathy. Kiss it right on the head. You can kiss up and down the sides and take a little of it in your lips if you like, but you don't have to...."
The pretty girl was silent now as she continued to stare at the male shaft in her hand. Her eyes were locked on it as she began to bend toward it, bringing her intent face close to the head of the penis. Finally she paused with her lips only an inch from their goal, then, in a move that surprised Evans, opened her pretty lips to protrude the tip of a little pink tongue.
The man's voice was low and encouraging. "That's it, Kathy. Lick it a little if you want to. Lick the head and then along the sides....damn."
The soft exclamation was caused by contact of the warm tongue. With a surprising lack of hesitation the 15 year old girl began to caress the penis of her thirty-nine year old neighbor with her tongue and lips. The caress was inexperienced but willing, and the girl's eagerness was soon supplemented by an instinctive ability. Her tongue and lips played wetly over the sensitive flesh of Evans' organ as one of her hands continued to grasp the base of the penis and the other went into his trousers to bring out the wrinkled sac of his testicles. After a moment she settled down to a coordinated, three-way attack on his organs with mouth and hands....
The attack was effective. Surprised at her knowing actions, Evans felt his arousal escalate to a point that made quick ejaculation a distinct possibility. It was a possibility that he wanted to avoid; he felt that it would be bad strategy in the sense that the girl was not yet ready for it, and from his own point of View he also preferred to reach his first orgasm deep in her enticing young vagina....
And so Evans used all of his willpower; reluctantly he opened his eyes and put his hands in her tangled hair. "Kathy, baby ... that's enough of that for now. No more, honey-I'm liable to come before I'm ready. The way you kiss a prick, a stone statue would shoot a load in about a minute. Leave my prick alone for now, honey ... I hate to do it, but we better quit this before it's too late. Besides, I want you to get something out of this. Let's get our clothes off so we can fuck...."
The girl's reaction was not the one he expected. She raised her unsmiling face from his loins and looked at him with a plea in her eyes. "Please ... I guess it sounds funny after what I said, but I want to go ahead with it. Suck you, I mean. I ... I want to suck you off. Gee, that sounds awful, but I do. I want to suck your prick off. I want to suck your big prick till you come in my mouth. I won't mind it; I want to taste your come. I ... maybe I'll spit it out, I don't know, but I do want you to come in my mouth. You won't mind if I don't swallow it, with you? I know this sounds terrible, but I want to do it. I ... well, I used to jack boys off and watch their come spurt out of their pricks and wonder what it would taste like, but I never let them know what I was thinking. I didn't want to do it with them; I just wondered about it." The girl hesitated and flushed slightly. "I guess I wasn't exactly telling the truth when I said I hadn't thought about sucking a man's prick. Still it was the truth in a way, because I hadn't actually met a man that I wanted to do it for. I ... am I making any sense at all?"
Evans moved one hand from her hair and ran a fingertip over her bottom lip as he looked at her pretty face. This girl was even more attractive than he'd originally realized....
"Of course you're making sense, Kathy. Your feelings are normal for a young girl with a sensitive, sensual nature. I'm just glad that I'm available and that you feel this way about me. Baby, I'm more than willing for you to suck my prick if you're sure that's what you want. I don't know of anything I'd prefer; I just didn't want to rush you into something you weren't quite ready for...."
Kathy was silent for a moment as she again stared at the head of his penis, now wet with her own saliva. When she spoke her voice was so low that Evans had trouble understanding the words. "You're not pushing me into anything; I want to do it. I'm probably doing it more for me than you, I don't know. All I know is that somehow I want to suck your prick till you come in my mouth." She paused as she looked up suddenly. I'm ready if you are. I think you were right about us needing less talk and more action. I ... I think I'd like to change positions before I start. Wouldn't it be better if I got on the floor between your legs? I have to bend over so far doing it this way that it's not very comfortable. And I want to be comfortable so I can suck, and suck, and suck. Gosh, that sounds funny-I can't believe I'm talking that way. I've slapped a boy just for using that kind of language. But now the dirtier I talk die more it turns me on. Do I sound like I've flipped?"
Evans gave her breast a final squeeze. "In a way, I suppose. But don't worry about it; you've just flipped over sex. I did the same thing years ago and I wouldn't have it any other way. And I think you're right about kneeling between my legs; it'll be more comfortable for both of us ..
Kathy released her prize as she slid gracefully off the couch into a kneeling position on the floor. Evans spread his thighs and she moved into the space between them as her right hand once more clasped his hard penis. Her other hand fondled his hanging testicles for a moment, then joined the first hand to squeeze and stroke the shaft....
Evans sighed in pleasure as he stared down at the pretty girl between his legs. It was almost unbelievable that she was there, preparing to love his penis with her virgin mouth. The whole thing seemed to confirm his long held belief that the younger generation was going to hell, but, at the moment, her trip to that destination seemed to him to be an excellent idea....
Her voice brought his attention back to her flushed face. "Alright, I ... I'm ready now. I'm going to suck your prick and make you come. Mr. Evans ... I guess this sounds silly, but will I be able to tell when you're going to come? I want you to come in my mouth, but somehow I want to know when it's going to happen. I don't what difference it makes, but for some reason I don't want your come to take me by surprise ..
Evans extended one hand to touch her hot cheek gently as she stared up at him. "That's not silly, Kathy, I can understand how you feel. I don't think you'll have any trouble knowing when I'm about to shoot. I'll probably be hunching and moaning and generally raising hell. Tell you what-if it'll make you feel any better I'll let you know right before I make it. I'll ... well, let's see. I'll put my hands on your cheeks. You'll notice that, won't you? I'll also try to tell you in words, but I may be past talking when I get close. Hell, one way or another, you'll know ..
The girl nodded. "I guess so. But do try to let me know. I suppose I'll live over it if the first spurt catches me by surprise, but I'd rather be ready for it. I ... I keep thinking about watching boys' pricks shoot when I jacked them off. It seem funny to think of all that white stuff going in my mouth. I ... it's awfully sticky and hard to get off of your hands. I used to think it was terribly messy to get a boy's come on me anywhere, and now I'm going to take it in my mouth. Golly...."
Again the combination of the girl's touch and delightfully lewd words sent Evans to the brink of a premature climax. Once more he put his hand over hers to still the pumping motion of her warm fingers.
"Kathy, damn, I'm getting close. Take it in your mouth now and suclc me. It won't be long. Come on, honey-suck my prick....
The young girl took a final fascinated look at the shaft in her hands, then closed her eyes and leaned forward to engulf it in her mouth. She made the entry quick and complete; Evans was surprised when she took it as far into her mouth as she could and then held it motionless while she savored its feel and taste. He resisted an impulse to begin a hunching motion with his hips as he forced himself to enjoy the more subtle pleasures of her gentle but effective suction.
"Good God, Kathy ... you really are sucking. Feels good ... good. Hardly ever have anybody do it just like that Damn, it's good ... Now-I'm gonna begin to fuck your mouth a little, if you're ready. You can hold your head still, or you can sort of move it in counterpoint to my motion. I can't make much of a stroke sitting on my ass like this ... Ready for me to fuck your mouth a little?"
The girl was too preoccupied to reply; her pretty mouth was far too full to talk. But Evans saw acquiescence in her dark eyes as she opened them to look up at him even as her bulging cheeks contracted from a fresh suction.
"Can't answer can you, honey? It's okay-you got better things to do with that little mouth of yours. And, God-you're doin' it. You're gonna suck my mind right through my prick along with my come. I'm just about ... get ready, baby, I'm coming. Damn, here it comes-gonna shoot you full. God damn, you suck pricks good. Here it comes-take it! Take it! I'm coming ... oh, damn...."
Evans' hips hunched in an involuntary spasm as his orgasm exploded in his consciousness; his sperm shot from his penis into the sucking mouth of the forewarned girl. And Kathy accepted it willingly; her initial reluctance had been completely supplanted by a need and desire for his male liquid. Her eyes were clinched shut as her mouth and throat filled with spurt after spurt of the thick, sticky substance ... The aroused, distraught girl could detect very little taste in the man's sperm as she swallowed it, but psychologically it gave her a sensation of intense satisfaction. Her young body swayed and jerked as she knelt before the man and savored his ejaculating penis in her mouth. Her own orgasm began just as his peaked, and she felt the extra flow of feminine juices in her unattended but responsive vagina. Even the insides of her thighs were wet....
Jill Evans killed the Mustang's engine and looked with some satisfaction at the little reference mark she had made on the garage wall in front of the car. The car was centered in the stall almost perfectly; Tom could make no sarcastic remarks about the way she had parked this time. She smiled as she reflected that parking was really not her strongest ability; she had trouble with any land of parking, and particularly with the parallel variety at a curb. But a little extra effort, combined with her guide mark here in the garage and the fact that she was now driving a small automobile, seemed to produce fairly satisfactory results. And, hell-Tom would probably just find something else to bitch at her about, anyway....
That thought sobered Jill, and she sat motionless in the car for a moment as the vague and undefined uneasiness that had troubled her for several weeks washed back through her consciousness. It had been an aggravating thing-the whole situation had been nothing that she could really put her finger on, and yet the feeling that all was not well in her marriage had been unmistakable. Tom's attitude had changed in a subtle but definite way; the changes had been small, almost unnoticeable, but taken in total they represented an undeniable shift in attitude....
A shift toward what? Jill had no answer to that question; she had asked it of herself fifty times without finding a response. She intuitively sensed that the problem was at least partially sexual in nature, and yet there had been no discernable change in a sexual relationship that always seemed to fulfill both of them. Of course it had all started about the time he had brought up the matter of the town's wife-trading club, but Jill knew that his suggestion that they investigate it had been made jokingly....
She sighed, displeased with herself for permitting this unproductive train of thought to again occupy her mind. It had occupied her too much lately, and always without yielding a solution. There was probably nothing to it anyway....
Jill shook her head slightly as though that action would change her line of thought. She reached for her purse and finally opened the Mustang's door....
At thirty-six, Jill Evans was a beautiful and sensuous woman. She swung long and delightfully rounded legs out of the car with the casual thought that she would have to be more careful about her exit from the Mustang. She had unintentionally given that man in the adjacent car at the-shopping center quite a show. Jill paused and looked down at her legs, suddenly curious about just what he had seen ... She was somewhat surprised to see how much of her perfect legs the little miniskirt did show in this position; the man had almost certainly seen the white flesh of her full thighs above the tops of her stockings. But, damn it, she just didn't like panty hose....
Jill got to her feet gracefully and turned back to pick up her purse. The motion made her full breasts swing slightly in spite of the light brassiere to which she had assigned the considerable task of restraining her heavy but erect and out-thrust bosom. Jill's breasts were, both literally and figuratively, the outstanding feature of a body that reflected pure sensuality in all of its perfectly matched components. Her breasts had been her proudest possession since the age of eleven, which was when she had first become aware of their attraction to men. Her mother had been somewhat slow to provide Jill with her first brassiere, and when just after her twelfth birth day she had obtained one, it had been a rather remarkable 34C. At the age of sixteen she had required a 38C, and this was the size that she still wore. Her large and beautiful breasts had caused more than the usual problems with both boys and men during her school days. But she had conducted herself properly, with the one or two exceptions that nearly every girl permits herself, and on balance she had been, and still was, thankful for her generous endowment. And she was also glad that her breasts were useful as well as ornamental; unlike some other large bosoms that she knew of her own breasts were extremely sensitive sexually and had also been efficient producers of milk when she nursed Bob w..
The thought of her son was a pleasant interlude in her otherwise somber train of thought. His last letter had indicated that he planned to spend the weekend after next at home....
But Jill's uneasy mood returned as she closed the car door and turned to the door that led to the service porch and to the kitchen. Maybe a beer would help.
The beer did make her feel a little better. Jill was a little surprised by her reaction to the cold, golden liquid; she seldom drank beer and had never really acquired a liking for its taste. But at the moment it seemed to be just what she needed; even the first swallow produced a relaxation of tension that was more than welcome. She stood by the cabinet drawer from which she had taken the opener as she consumed half of the can, then picked up her purse and the two small packages which were the product of her shopping trip and moved toward the kitchen door. A hot bath would be good, and would perhaps further the relaxation that the beer had started. She needed to relax, and particularly to change the somewhat pessimistic mental atmosphere that had been her lot lately....
Jill wondered idly where her husband was as she walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom with the can of beer in one hand. She was about to take another sip of the cold liquid when she was startled to hear a feminine giggle. Jill turned quickly to stare at the door of her husband's combination den and office; the sound had almost surely come from there....
Her first reaction was that Bob must have come home from college unexpectedly and brought a girl friend with him, as he often did. The thought made Jill's face fight up with pleasure and anticipation; an opportunity to see her son was probably exactly what she needed ... But her instinctive smile faded as further sounds came from the room.
"Oh, golly, Mr. Evans-I never thought ... Your come tastes so funny. Maybe it's not really the way it tastes, it's just that I never had any in my mouth before. But I didn't mind-really I didn't. I enjoyed sucking your prick. I never would have thought it, but I did. Were you ... I mean did you enjoy me sucking you off? I hope you had a good come ..
Jill Evans stood motionless as the full implications of the girlish voice began to penetrate her shocked mind. Her husband's reply was muffled and unintelligible, but the situation was abundantly clear-he had a girl in his den who had apparently made oral love to him. Jiffs thought processes were jumbled and almost irrational; she tried desperately to recall the last time she had loved her husband with her mouth ... it had been a long time, but....
In a partial daze, Jill Evans subconsciously moved to the closed door and put her hand on the knob. She had not yet really reacted to the situation; she did not know what course of action she wanted to take, and obviously the scene needed to be approached with considered caution. Her marriage might be in the balance ... Nevertheless, she felt an overwhelming urge to look into the room; she had to see the episode, and the girl involved....
Tom Evans watched the girl adjust her sweater over her full young breasts. She seemed a little shy now as she stood before him while he continued to sprawl on the couch in the position in which they had made love. He found the whole delightful episode hard to believe, but the utterly spent condition of his limp penis bore mute testimony to the effectiveness of their encounter. God, the little wench had used her pretty mouth like an experienced whore....
"Mr. Evans, I ... well, I want you to know that I'm glad I did it. I guess I shouldn't say it, but I'm glad I sucked your prick. I enjoyed it so much that I came myself, without even touching my cunt. That never happened before. I just wish there was time for you to fuck me ..
Her words punctured the man's mental euphoria. There was a time problem; his wife might come in at almost any time. As much as he would like to comply with the girl's desire for further sex, prudence dictated that the encounter be delayed....
"Kathy, you want to be fucked as much as I want to do it to you. Especially after the nice loving you gave me ... But it'll have to wait; Mrs. Evans is due any minute. Besides, look what you've done to my poor prick-it may never recover enough to fuck anybody again...."
The girl giggled as she looked at the placid organ that had been so rigid and hard. "I bet it'll be alright, Mr. Evans. It better be-I want it in my cunny. I don't know if I can take it, but I sure want to try. Gee-I've got to kiss it one more time...."
Evans started to protest as the pretty girl once more dropped to her knees in front of him. But no normal man could have resisted her young charms; he sighed as he closed his eyes while her warm lips paid a final brief homage to the organ that had given her so much pleasure....
His sigh masked the soft click of the door as another pretty female, this one sobbing as tears ran down her white cheeks, closed the door on a sight that had shaken her to the roots of her soul. Jill Evans ran blindly down the hallway as she sought relief from a scene that had been burned permanently into her distraught mind....
CHAPTER 2
"Want another one, Jack? There's a couple of more six packs in the refrigerator. Let me get you a can....
The man on the couch grinned. "Talked me into it, sis. But I don't want to drink all of Tom's beer...."
Jill got to her feet. "Don't worry about it; we've got plenty." She turned to leave the living room, then paused and looked back at her brother. "Jack, I ... you've got no idea how glad I am to see you. It's been over a year hasn't it? And right now ... well, I've just got to talk to somebody. Be right back...."...." I guess that's about it. Not a very pretty story, is it? I just never thought it would happen to us." Jill paused and smiled bitterly. "Famous last words, I suppose. But I didn't-I just didn't think it would happen to us. There was no reason-Tom didn't have to go to that little bitch ... oh, hell-that's not fair, I shouldn't try to blame her. Kathy's only fourteen or fifteen. It was up to Tom to keep things under con trol, and he didn't. I guess he wanted to ... to do what they did. Oh, God ... Jack, I never thought..
Her brother put his can of beer down on the coffee table in front of the couch. "I know-you never thought it could happen. You've said that about ten times. What you haven't said is exactly what they did. What was it? I need to know; it may make a difference...."
Jill looked at him in surprise. "You mean ... what they did makes a difference? I don't see how. They had sex-what else is there to say?"
Jack Adams shook his head impatiently as he surveyed the extensive array of empty beer cans on the table. I said it could make a difference. You got another beer? Sis, you better tell me exactly what they did. If I'm gonna help you I need to know. God, I feel like I need one more beer, if you got it"
Jill stared at her brother intently as she tried to decide whether to confide further in him. They had never been really close; he was two years her junior and his personality had always bordered on being obnoxious. But he was her brother, and at the moment he was the only person who could accommodate her desperate need to talk about her problem. She had to talk about it, or explode ... And, besides-while she preferred not to think of it, Jack filled that very special little niche that every woman has; he was the one who had taken her virginity.
Jill flushed at the recollection and forced herself to concentrate on her present problem. It was more than enough to occupy her mind without worrying about things that had happened years ago....
"Jack, I ... well, I can't see what difference the details make. I think...."
Her brother snorted in disgust. "Hell, you're the same old Jill. All hung up on modesty and self-righteousness to the point that you can't even talk frankly to your own brother. Suit yourself, sis. I don't know that I could help anyway...."
The distraught woman came to a decision. "Alright, Jack. I guess I am being a little silly; it's just that I don't like to ... Oh, hell. Tom and Kathy were in his den, as I've said. I ... well, when I opened the door Kathy was straightening her clothes and Tom was sprawled out on the couch with his ... his penis out of his clothes. I don't think he'd been undressed; I don't know whether Kathy had been or not. Anyway, from what both of them said it was pretty clear that she had ... made oral love to Tom....
Jack exploded in laughter. "Made oral love ... Jill, you sound like something out of a woman's confession magazine fifteen years ago. What's with you, anyway? You so hung up about sex you can't even talk about it?"
His sister blushed in anger and embarrassment. "Oh, damn you, Jack-you never change. You always did want me to ... to use dirty words. I don't happen to have the kind of vocabulary you do." Jill closed her eyes and wiped moisture from the corner of one of them as she was suddenly close to tears.
Her brother controlled himself with difficulty. "Okay, sis, I'm sorry if I seemed to be ribbing you. I'm not, really; I know it's a serious matter for you. And I'm not asking you to use frank language just to tease you; I have a serious purpose in mind. I think it may help me to get to the core of the problem...."
Jill seemed to have herself under control again as she opened her eyes. "Don't pay any attention to me, Jack-I'm just upset And you're probably right-I guess I do talk like somebody out of a victorian novel. If you think it'll help for me to say it, I will-I think Kathy sucked Tom's prick. Apparently he came in her mouth, and she managed to come when he did. You know, she must be a hot little thing ... I don't think I could do that-come myself from sucking a man's prick, I mean ... There, is that language frank enough for your"
"Yep, frank and realistic. That's the way to be, sis-about everything, and particularly sex. The man paused. "Jill, how about sex? You and Tom, I mean. He have any reason to be looking for extra pussy?"
The pretty woman flushed again, this time more from anger than embarrassment. "No, damn it. He's got no reason at all to ... I mean I think I've kept him pretty well satisfied. I can't see why he would...."
Jack cut in. "How do you know Tom's been satisfied? Has he said so? You two have plenty of variety-he ever ask you for anything you don't do?"
Jill seemed initially puzzled by the questions. "I don't exactly ... of course he's been satisfied. He ought to be, we do it enough. I ... what do you mean by variety?"
Jack grinned. "What the hell do you think, sis? I mean what do you do besides straight fucking? Every man likes more than that, at least at times. For instance, how about sucking? Like the girl did for him ... How long has it been since you sucked Tom's prick?"
The woman flushed a shade deeper. There you go again ... Jack, you just like to talk dirty...."
Her brother shook his head wearily. "God, you're just about impossible. I'm beginning to think Tom probably does have reason to look around, hung up as you are. Answer my question, sis. How long has it been since you Frenched him?"
Jill's expression changed as she began to see the point of her brother's questions. It had been a long time since they'd had anything except straight sex ... it was hard, really, to remember. A year? No, probably nearer two....
"Jack, I don't think ... I guess it has been quite a while, but Tom's never said anything...."
"Sure about that? You mean he hasn't mentioned anything special all this time? How long, by the way-weeks? Months?"
Jill swallowed uncomfortably, then decided to be completely frank. "Well ... longer than that, I guess. I'm not really sure, but I suppose it's been over a year. But I still don't think...."
Jack shook his head impatiently. I know what you think; what I'm trying to find out is what Tom may be thinking. Apparently the idea of having this little neighbor of yours suck his prick seemed like a good one to him; the question is why. For some men there wouldn't be any question; they just automatically like for any reasonably attractive female to blow them. But I don't think Tom's in that class, so that leaves the question of why he wanted her to do it. And the first possibility, of course, is that maybe he hasn't been getting that particular little refinement at home. From what you say, he hasn't been ... Does it strike you that there just might be a connection?"
Jill stared at her brother without answering as the uncomfortable question that he had raised ran through her mind. She felt a twinge of guilt that made her even more uncomfortable. It was true that Tom hadn't actually asked for such an act, but she also knew that there had been occasions on which he would have been more than receptive to her mouth on his big penis ... now that she thought back, why hadn't she done it for him? The act had never been repulsive to her, as far as Tom as concerned. And she had never considered doing it with anybody else ... Actually she had done it for him many times in the earlier years of their marriage, so why had she stopped in the last year or two? But he still had no right to have sex with a teen-age girl....
Jill's voice was low and heavy with doubt when she finally spoke. "I don't know, Jack. I just don't know. I didn't think I was neglecting Tom in any way, and anyway he has no right to ..
Her brother cut her off with an impatient wave of his hand. "We're trying to find out why your husband may be unsatisfied with you. I'm not trying to excuse him or blame him-actually that's beside the point, The thing is to get you two back on the right track, and I'm beginning to think, sister of mine, that you need to make some changes. Whether you'll be big enough, and smart enough, to see it that way I don't know. Depends on how badly you want to save your marriage, I guess...."
Jill reacted predictably. "Save my marriage? I wasn't aware that it was in danger, unless I want to make an issue of that charming little episode in the den. And most wives would, you know. Most wives would have run their husbands out of the house before this...."
"I don't doubt that at all. That's exactly what the average American wife would do, especially after she caused the whole thing in the first place. You smug, self-righteous females cause more problems in marriage than everything else put together. And most of you never learn, either ..
Jill was again silent as she weighed his words. There was more than a little truth in them; enough to make her distinctly uncomfortable. And what if he was right about her attitude having endangered her marriage? Surely that possibility was an exaggeration or was it? Jill suddenly felt small and lonely ... and uncharacteristically helpless....
She looked at her brother. She had no great affection for him, but she needed help, and he was the only one to whom she could turn. "Jack, I ... well, I think you're overstating things a good bit. But I guess I also see the possibility that you may be partly right about all this. About me, I mean ... I hadn't realized it, but maybe I haven't been quite all I should have to Tom lately. The question is how I go about making things right...."
Her brother seemed almost bored. "That question doesn't seem very complicated. Once you see where you've been a little short, you just correct it. Give him the little extras that you used to. If he wants to bugger, get on hands and knees and give him your asshole. It's simple enough; what's the problem? The only problem was in making you see what the trouble was, and ole Doc Adams performed that little chore for his older and somewhat backward sister. Seems like I always have had to teach you things. You'd probably still been a virgin when you married if your helpful little brother hadn't saved you from it. And now I've come to your rescue again ... damn, I deserve a medal or something. I might settle for a piece of that pretty ass of yours ..
Jill flushed and ignored his suggestion. "Jack ... It's not quite as simple as you think. There's the little matter of him cheating on me. Oh, I'm not going to make a federal case out of it, but it does make it hard for me to want to be extra sweet to him. I mean how can I be expected to offer to ... alright, I'll say it-to suck him off tonight, knowing that he let that little snip from next door do the same thing. It's just not fair...."
"Well, for once I can agree with you. And, as usual, I can offer a solution. If you sucked my prick, then you'd be even with him, wouldn't you? Then you could start off even again and get things back on the right track. Damn, the sacrifices I make for my sister ... well, I always did believe in close family ties...."
Jill looked at her brother in disgusted amusement Trust him to come up with a scheme like that. He was kidding her, of course, but he would probably jump at the chance if she took him seriously. And there was an element of insane justification in what he said. In a way it would serve Tom right ... that damn little 15-year-old....
"Jack, you're either the dirtiest minded, or the horniest man I've ever seen. Maybe both, I know you'd do it in a minute if I'd let you...."
Her brother grinned. "You bet. I think it would do both of us some good. My balls need to get rid of a little excess come, and you need to refresh your technique for Tom's sake." The grin faded as he paused. "You know, I was joking about it-mostly, anyway-but when you come right down to it the idea makes a lot of sense. From everybody's point of view. It gets you rid of your hang-up about him letting the kid suck him, and that in turn does him a favor even if he's not aware of it. For such noble purposes I could be persuaded to offer my talents, and even my prick, in my usual self-sacrificing way ..
Jill could not help grinning at her brother's supreme gall. "Jack, if you weren't a member of my own family I'd know you're a bastard. But I'll admit you've been of some help; I guess you do deserve another beer. I'll just bring the whole six pack while I'm at it too....
* * *
The man made no comment as his sister rose and left the room. His face was unsmiling as he watched the attractive jiggle of Jill's retreating buttocks. He sighed slightly as he reached in his pocket and brought out a small plastic container with six white tablets in it....
"Jill, your tits are even better than they used to be. Your nipples still get as big and hard? Turn around a little so I can get the fasteners...."
Jill Evans turned automatically to do her brother's bidding. Her mind was foggy and confused; it seemed powerless to reject his suggestions. Both her mind and body seemed to be responding to his increasingly lewd suggestions instead of rebuffing them. Well, hell ... his hands did feel good on her breasts and between her thighs. It had been a long time since he had touched her intimately, and she needed those touches. Her need was, in fact, little short of desperate. Her body cried out for sex in a way that was unusual ... almost abnormal. The fact that the man arousing her was her brother instead of husband somehow no longer seemed important ... the important thing was that he was a man, he was here, and he could give her the relief that her body craved with increasing desperation....
There. Damn, they're big. That feel good, sis? It must, to make your nipples that hard. I guess this is the first time I've really seen your tits since you had Bob, You nursed the lucky little bastard, didn't you?"
Jill's eyes were closed and her brother's words barely registered on her distraught brain as his hands took complete possession of her nude breasts. They were still on the living room couch as he fondled her; the table and floor in front of them were littered with beer cans and feminine clothes....
Brother and sister sat turned almost toward each other as he caressed the firm flesh of her bosom. Jill was now nude except for panties, garter belt, and stockings and her eyes, though open, were almost unseeing as they stared blankly over his shoulder. But if her mind no longer was capable of thinking clearly it had lost none of its capacity to register her arousal; it seemed to focus on her present physical needs with an intensity that was almost unique. Jill sensed vaguely that her feelings were too violent and raw to be normal, but she could really concentrate only on her desires and what it would take to satisfy them. Thank God Jack was here with her-if such feelings had come over her when she was alone it was hard to say what the results might have been. Well, she was not alone-and Jack would be more than willing to help his sister out of her trouble....
Jill started to speak but paused as her eyes momentarily lost focus. "Oh. ... God, that's funny-for a minute I couldn't ... couldn't see right. I feel funny all over. There-now I can see okay. But I sure feel funny; I wonder why? Jack ... honey, you shouldn't play with me like this, but it feels good ... good. Seems like a long time ago-did you know you were the first boy who ever played with my boobs? You shouldn't have done it, but it was fun, wasn't it? I used to feel so funny when my nipples, got hard ... God, you've got 'em hard now, haven't you?"
Her brother looked up from the heavy mounds which completely occupied his hands as he kneaded the firm flesh. 'You bet, sis. Seems to me like they're harder than I've ever seen 'em. And they're not the only thing hard around here. Got any idea what else might be?"
Jill giggled in a way that suggested far more alcohol than she had consumed. "Sure, that's easy-your prick. I think that prick of yours stays hard all the time. At least it used to ... Let me see-where is it, anyway?"
Jack grinned as he turned his hips slightly toward his sister as they sat side by side on the couch. "There-you oughta be able to guess what's causing that bulge down there. See what you think about it. Go on-play with my prick a little. It won't bite you; at least it never did when we were kids, did it?"
Jill made no answer as she stared unblinkingly down at her brothers crotch. The bulge there fascinated her, and after a moment one small hand moved toward that bulge without any conscious direction on her part. Her fingers closed on the hard flesh through the material of his clothes, and Jill gasped quietly as she reacted to the feeling of her brother s penis.
"Gee ... Jack, I do remember it from when we were lads. It was the first prick I ever saw-hard, anyway, and I remember how it affected me. Hell, it's affecting me just as much right now. Maybe more....
The man released his sister's breasts. "Well, come on, Jill-you know what to do with it. Won't do you any good where it is. Get it out and have a good look at it. Kiss it a little if you want to...."
He watched closely as Jill's fingers went to his zipper. Her touch was uncharacteristically clumsy, and he swore to himself as her eyes rolled and lost focus again while she fumbled with the fastener. Damn, she seemed to react strongly to the pill he had given her. Maybe it should have been cut in half ... but it had done its primary job, which was to arouse her and subdue her inhibitions....
"Hey, lover, can't get your old zipper ... there. Now let's see what's inside...." Jill's hand plunged into his trousers and grasped his erection as Jack continued to study his sister's reaction to the drug that she had unwittingly taken. Her eyes seemed alright now ... He felt a momentary twinge of conscience for drugging the woman, but her attitude had clearly required it. Too much was at stake to worry about such details at the moment....
"Boy, look at this pretty thing. Jack, the only part of you that ever has been good looking is your prick. It's been a long time ... this feel good?"
Jill's question came as she brought both hands to the hard shaft and began a coordinated stroking and rolling motion. She stared intently at the contents of her hands through eyes that seemed abnormally bright....
And finally her touch and words took their toll on Jack's own physical state. He had been so preoccupied with other matters that his own arousal had gotten almost out of hand and he was suddenly startled to realize that a premature orgasm had become a distinct possibility.
"Hey, sweetheart, take it easy." Jack put one of his own hands over Jill's to still their provacative motion on his penis. "Hold up a little, sis, don't want to come in your hands. I got better ideas than that. Tell you what-we both need to finish undressing to do this job right. You're ahead of me-all you still got to do is take your panties off. Why don't you do that while I strip?"
In spite of her arousal Jill's drugged mind accepted the suggestion unquestioningly. She gave her brother a somewhat vacant smile as she released his penis and stood up to slip her thin panties down her long, full legs. She kicked off the panties and left them on the soft carpet in front of the couch. 'There. Do you want the rest off? I seem to remember you used to like to fuck me with stockings on. Want me to leave my garter belt?"
Jack cast an appreciative glance at her lush nudeness as he hurriedly stripped off his own shorts. He was surprised by her body's fresh appeal in spite of almost twenty years of marriage and a child. She was actually more attractive in many ways than she had been when he had broken her in....
"Yeah, leave 'em. Damn, sis, you're still a pretty piece of ass. I'd almost forgotten ... looks like marriage must have agreed with you in spite of your troubles right now. I'd have to say you're first class cunt, sis."
Jill did not smile. "Hurry up. I'm not much interested in what you say, just what you do with that prick you've got hanging out. Damn it, come on. You wanted to fuck me, didn't you? Well, my cunt's ready and waiting...."
Jack pulled of his socks and finally turned to face his nude and anxious sister. Her eyes were again locked on his penis and Jack was startled to see a slight trickle of saliva from one corner of her open mouth. Damn, she looked almost like somebody in a looney bin ... the pill must have been even more powerful than he'd realized. Once more he felt a stab of remorse, but it faded quickly with the thought that there had been no choice....
Jack sighed. He looked forward to sex with his beautiful sister, but he had a chore to perform first "Come here, sis. I need a kiss."
Jill moved willingly toward him. Her heavy breasts bounced and swayed in the way that only a bosom that is both large and firm can. Jack watched approvingly; his sister had the necessary equipment for the job he had in store for her.
"You want a kiss? Where, Jackie boy? On your mouth or on that big sweet prick?" Jill grasped the shaft again as she stood close to him. "You know, I can't figure now why I wouldn't suck it back when you wanted me to. Live and learn, I guess. I'll sure suck that pretty thing now, if that's what you want." She paused as she tried to clear her befuddled brain. "Hey, that's what the girl did for Tom, isn't it? That's right-she sucked his prick and let him come in her mouth. Well, turn about ... how Tjout that Jack? Want me to suck you off like she did Tom?"
The prospect made Jack grin in anticipation, and almost forgot the other requirements of the moment With an effort he brought his mind back to the necessary preliminary action. Hell he could use her suggestion for that too....
"Sounds good, Jill Tell you what-I'd like to have a few pictures of you doing it and some more just showing that body of yours. Won't take but a second, then we'll get with it."
Jill's drugged mind had trouble understanding the implications of her brother's words. "Pictures? What are you talking about? I wanna get fucked ... or sucked, or something. Don't you wanna be sucked?"
Jack forced himself to be patient. "Sure, Jill, you know I do. Hell, I've wanted you to do it for years. But I do need a few pictures, baby. Won't be any trouble. Let me show you my little camera. It's a cute little thing...."
He removed Jill's hand from his penis and moved quickly to the coat he had thrown over the back of a chair. When he turned back toward the puzzled woman he held up a tiny camera of the type used for covert photography.
"How you like this little jewel? No color-just black and white, but the film's fast enough to shoot in a room that's almost dark without a flash. Want to have your picture taken?"
Jill failed to understand his interest in photography under the circumstances. "God, Jackie boy-I don't care about your silly camera; I wanna be fucked. What'sa matter with...."
Jack broke in. "Okay, sis-gonna get what you want. Hell, I want it, too, but I've gotta get a picture or two first." He paused and looked around the room as the thought ran through his mind that it was hell to worry about pictures when a woman like Jill was waiting to French you. But business before pleasure...."
His eyes stopped on a large mirror on one wall. "Hey, that mirror-that'll do it fine." He beckoned to his puzzled and increasingly annoyed sister. "Over here by the mirror, sis. I can wind this up in a hurry so we can get down to some serious fucking. Come on over here."
Jill let herself be led to a spot directly in front of the mirror. For a moment they stared at each other s body in the mirror, then Jack turned to his sister and put one hand on her shoulder while he held the tiny camera in the other. "Jill, honey, kneel down in front of me. I want to get a shot or two of you sucking my prick, and about the only way to do it is to shoot in the mirror. Come on, honey-you said you wanted to suck a little. Let's get this over with and then I'll fuck you. That little pussy still need my prick?"
"Oh God, yes. Jack ... alright, you can take your stupid pictures. But you better hurry. I can't wait much longer. My pussy feels like ... I don't know what it feels like; it's never felt like this before. But I know it needs your prick...."
"Okay-okay. I need your pussy, too, so let's get with it. Down on your knees, sweetheart...."
Jill stared at her brother for a moment, then dropped to her knees in front of him. The position put his hard, swaying penis only inches in front of her flushed face, and once more her eyes locked on the male organ. Without instruction Jill raised one hand to grasp the base of the shaft while the other one cupped his testicles in their wrinkled sac. Again her hands started their instinctive caresses....
"That's it, baby. Feels good. Hold on just a second-let me turn a little more toward the mirror. There.
Now, honey-my prick's all yours. You said you wanted to suck it...."
I do. I want to suck it till you fill me up with come. Then I want you to fuck me till you fill me again. God, I never felt like this before...." Jill's words were soft and blurred, but Jack understood most of them as he stood on somewhat unsteady legs before his kneeling sister. He put one hand behind her head to urge it toward him, but his action was unnecessary. Jill swallowed as her drug and lust fogged mind realized momentarily that the thing she was about to do was both wrong and perverted; then her physical needs took command again and wiped all such unimportant matters out of her confused consciousness. She moaned in passion as she closed her eyes and moved her pretty head forward to bring her mouth to her brother's penis. Her lips opened to receive the shaft, and Jack moaned as they slid wetly over the hard but sensitive flesh.
"Damn, sis, that's good. You suck a prick like an expert Your hand feels good on my balls, too. I'm not gonna be able to take much of this without ... tell you what-turn a little toward the mirror so I can get a couple of shots. Just a little-that's it. Now-look into the mirror if you can. With your eyes, anyway. Good. Good. Okay, I got one. Now take it a little farther in your mouth. Don't worry about lookin' at the mirror this time, just get your mouth as far down on it as you can. And hold my balls out a little so they'll show. Easy-don't pull 'em too hard. Okay, hold that and let me see what we got. Yeah-looks good. It all shows in the mirror. Just hold it ... there."
Jill knelt before her brother in a sex and drug induced haze. She followed his instructions blindly, mere than willing to pay whatever price he demanded for the sexual relief that she had to have at any cost. If only he would hurry with his silly pictures....
"There, got another one of this pose. Okay, one more ought to do it. Let's see ... tell you what, well take two more. For these you can take my prick out of your mouth. Don't worry, I'm gonna give it back to you. That's it, take it out. Now-for this one I want you to be kissing the side of it. Turn a little more toward the mirror and hold it in front of your mouth while you lass it along the side. Like you were playing a flute ... Yeah, that shows good in the mirror. Hold that for a second ... okay. Now, one more. This time you be kissing my nuts. Point my prick up and let it he along your cheek while you kiss my balls. Better yet, lick 'em. Hold them up so my legs don't block 'em and stick your tongue way out so you can lick ... wait, I'll have to turn a little more toward the mirror. That's it. Looks good. Hold it for a second. God, you're driving me outa my skull. Easy, go easy on my prick or I'll shoot a load all over you. Jill, damn it, take it easy-don't jack me like that. Just one more shot ... damn it, lay off. You're makin' me ... damn, I'm comin'. Jill, you bitch! Alright, damn it, take it! I'm comin'! Oh, God damn...."
Jack's body became rigid as he stood before his kneeling sister and experienced an orgasm that neither of them wanted but which could not be held back. Jill finally realized what was happening as the first spurt of semen splashed onto her shoulder, and with a little guttural cry of passion she twisted her head enough to once more engulf the head of his straining penis in her warm mouth. One hand stayed on the base of the shaft and the other squeezed his testicles as the distraught woman savored the taste of her brother's sperm....
Jack's hands tangled roughly in her hair as he pulled her mouth farther on his pumping penis. "Take it sis. Take my come-damn, suck me dry. You sweet bitch, suck it. Suck my prick. Oh, God ..
And, as a young girl had done earlier on her husband's penis, Jill managed to reach an orgasm of her own as she sucked wildly on her brother's organ. Her mind was a violent blur as it registered the heights and depths of her passion. Only later would it would capable of thinking rationally about the present encounter....
For now there was no rationality; there was only the need and fulfillment that centered in her unused vagina and spread throughout her body as she continued to receive the powerful gushes of semen in her sucking mouth....
CHAPTER 3
"More coffee?"
Jack shook his head as he stared at the pretty but obviously self-conscious woman across the table. She could hardly be blamed for her nervousness; the meeting was their first since the incestuous, drug induced orgy almost a week ago.
"No more, Jill. I don't usually drink it at all."
His sister smiled. "That's right, you don't. I'd almost forgotten. I guess I've forgotten a lot of things about you, Jack...."
He sighed and plunged ahead with the thing that had to be done. "I know, sis. I think you'd forgotten how I fucked until the other day. I guess we refreshed each other's memory about that pretty well, didn't we?"
Jill blushed and dropped her eyes. "Jack ... please, I don't want to talk about that I've been trying to forget it happened. I ... we both need to forget it. I don't understand it-I don't know how it happened. I know I didn't intend for it to, and I'm sure you didn't either. It all seemed unreal ... almost like I-well like I had no control of myself, somehow. Anyway, it happened and it can't be undone. But we can forget about it . .
Jack shook his head. "Sorry, sis, we can't forget about it Like you say, it happened, and it can't be undone. There are even pictures of it you know...."
Jill looked up quickly. "Are there really pictures, Jack? I ... I thought I remembered something about some pictures, but I couldn't be sure. My mind was so damn hazy, for some reason. Jack-why did you take pictures? I can't really understand-hell, I don't understand anything about it. If you really took some pictures we've got to destroy them. God, they could cause all kinds of trouble. Jack, do you actually have some pictures?"
The man made no reply as he pulled a small envelope from his pocket. He watched his sister's eyes as they focused on it with a kind of horrified fascination, then turned up to search his own eyes.
"Jack, is that really-let me see. I can't believe it...."
The man tossed the envelope on the table in front of his nervous sister. "Help yourself, Jill. Can't say I'm too proud of the photography, but they show what they need to. Take a look if you want to, but you may not like them too much ..
Jill stared at the little packet for a moment, then looked up at the man again. "No ... no, I don't want to see them. God, how could I let you ... I must have been crazy. Jack, we've got to burn them. Why did you take them, anyway? Don't you realize how much harm they could do? They could ruin Tom and me, or somebody could blackmail us ... I'll never know why I let you take them ... or do the other things, for that matter. It wasn't right, and I knew it, but somehow I didn't seem to have much control of myself." Jill paused as she looked at her brother intently. "Well, it's done; it can't be helped now. We have to destroy the pictures, of course...."
Jack sighed as he prepared to do the thing that he dreaded. There was nothing to be gained by further delay. "Sis, you don't have to worry about the pictures if you cooperate with me. I've got a couple of favors to ask of you, and after that you can have the pictures. In the meantime they'll be safe with me-nobody will see them, as long as you cooperate like I know you will...."
Jill looked at her brother sharply as her intuition made her suddenly wary of his motives. "I ... what do you mean, Jack? How can I cooperate with you? If you mean you want more sex with me, that's out. I shouldn't have done the things I did the other day, but somehow ... anyway, you've got to understand that it's over. I know Tom shouldn't have done what he did with Kathy, but I can't help anything by letting you fuck me. It can only lead to more trouble, Jack-I know it and you know it. So...."
Her brother frowned as he shook his head impatiently. "Save it, Jill. There's more to it than you know...?" He paused, for the first time somewhat unsure of himself. "... Jill, the fact is ... Oh, hell. I guess there's no easy way to put this, so I'll just give it to you straight. I don't like what I'm going to say, but I've got no choice. Sis ... well, the thing is, I want you to ... to be nice to some people for me. It's important to me, for ... well, let's say for business reasons. The reasons don't really concern you; the point is that I want you to be nice to them for me. Do you understand?"
The puzzled woman did not understand. "I ... no, I don't understand at all. I don't know what you mean. How could I be nice to them?"
Jack shifted uncomfortably as he dreaded his sister's moment of understanding. Well, the sooner he could get it over with, the better. "Hell. sis, you know what I mean. How does a woman be nice to a man? It won't involve much-I mean it shouldn't last long..
Jill sat in shocked amazement as the first wisps of understanding began to sift through her mind. It sounded as though he wanted ... but it couldn't be anything like that. Jack had always been something of a louse, but he was her brother. He wouldn't ask his sister to....
"Sis, I don't like to ask this of you, but I just haven't got any choice. It won't be bad, and when it's over you get all the pictures and the negatives and no harm's done. So there's really no problem...."
"Jack! It sounds like you ... are you-are you trying to blackmail me? Are you telling me I have to do something or you'll ... use those pictures in some way? You're not saying anything like that, are you? Jack, are you?"
The man's face flushed. "Sis, don't put it that way. Nobody's blackmailing anybody. It's just that ... well I need your help. I've got to have it. You help me and m help you. You cooperate and you get the pictures back. It's no big deal..
A look of shocked horror spread over Jill's face as the implications of his words began to sink in. But maybe she was wrong...."Jack, are you saying I've got to have sex with somebody to get those pictures? What happens if I refuse?"
The man frowned. "Hell sis, you're not gonna refuse, so we won't even talk about that. Believe me, this is important to me. I'll make it up to you when it's all over. If we ..
Jill cut in with a voice that was suddenly cold and hard. "I want you to lay this on the line, so I can see exactly what the picture is. If I understand it right, you came here and somehow got me all worked up so that I ... I sucked your prick, which I certainly had no intention of doing. You also managed to take some pictures of me doing it, and now you're telling me that unless I let some friends of yours fuck me you'll use the pictures against me. Show them to Tom, I suppose. Have I got the picture straight?"
The man was now clearly nervous, but he did not hesitate. "Well you've put it pretty hard, but I guess that's about what it comes down to. The thing is that you shouldn't think about it like that. Just take the attitude that you're going to help me out for a little while, and forget about the pictures. I'm not really holding them over your head, sis...."
Jill's voice was still flat "You're not? Then give them to me-now."
Jack flushed a deeper red. "Oh hell, sis, don't be like that. I ... it wouldn't help any to give you these prints-I've got others, and the negatives...." He paused and looked at his sister with a hardening expression. "Alright, damn it-looks like you want to do everything the hard way, just like always. Okay, maybe it's best. I'm gonna keep the pictures, Jill. I know I won't have to use 'em, but I'm gonna keep 'em until you help me out. I don't like to do it this way, but I've got no choice, so this is the way it has to be. Now we got everything clear?"
An impatient horn blast from behind made Jill look up to see that the light had turned green. She slipped the car into motion as her mind again retreated from the afternoon traffic and back into the tight little box that her predicament represented.
The whole thing was preposterous, unbelievable. It was impossible that her own brother had come to her town after a two year absence, somehow persuaded her to have sex with him, and then blackmailed her into using her body with other men for his benefit. In short, Jack had very skillfully turned her into a sort of personal, specialized whore ... It all seemed unreal, and yet the brutal reality of the whole situation was summed up by the fact that she was now on her way to fill her first engagement. She was about to-what was the phrase she'd read in second rate fiction-'turn a trick' ... Damn.
Jill sighed and then felt her heart miss a beat or two as the gaudy neon sign of the motel, bright even in the afternoon sun, came into view three blocks away. She slowed the Mustang instinctively as her consciousness filled with dread and apprehension ... and a little curiosity. She was surprised to note that, repugnant as the situation was to her, in a purely physical sense she was undergoing the beginning phases of arousal. Fantastic ... maybe she was a whore at heart....
Jill forced her mind back to more rational areas as she turned slowly into one of the motel's several entrances. The place was one of the town's newest and finest, and Jill was momentarily impressed by the expensive but vaguely gaudy atmosphere. She could see three swimming pools, all of which were in considerable use....
But her own problems quickly closed back in on the pretty woman, and in a moment the carefree people in the pools were forgotten. She began to drive even slower as she glanced at the passing room numbers and opened her huge purse with one hand to fish for the slip of paper that Jack had given her. No use making things worse by offering her services to the wrong man in the wrong room....
Jill found the slip and glanced at the number. She saw that the room should be just ahead. In a moment she spotted it and reluctantly turned into a vacant parking slot almost in front of the door in question. Jill stared at it for a moment as though in a trance, then reached for the key to kill the Mustang's engine. She took the key out of the ignition, but made no effort to get out of the car. Instead she sat there and stared at the door as thoughts of what lay behind it pounded through her head. Her mind saw no particular man or act; instead she saw a dark moral morass which very possibly was, both literally and figuratively, her own personal entrance to hell....
After a long moment Jill forced herself away from that self-defeating line of thought She suddenly became conscious of a man in swim trunks looking at her curiously from a nearby doorway, and it occurred to her that the worst thing she could do was to sit there and attract attention. She smiled grimly as she realized that she was beginning to develop the attitudes and defensive mechanisms of a typical whore. Well, why not?
Jill opened the car door and swung her long and lush legs out, glad that the man watching was on the other side of the car. No use getting him worked up; he might want to buy her services after she finished with her first customer. Then she laughed a little bitterly as she realized that as a budding professional she should want all the business that she could get.
Distressed by every line of thought that her distraught mind took, Jill tried to blank out all thought processes as she got out of the car and slammed the door. The best thing now was to do it and get it over with....
The heavy oak door opened almost instantly when she used the brass knocker. The interior was cool and also dark; the contrast with the bright afternoon sun made it hard to distinguish the features of the man in the room.
"I ... I'm Jill, I'm supposed ..
"I know. Come in, don't stand out there like an idiot." The voice was crisp and cool.
Jill almost shook with nervousness as she stepped into the room and heard the big door close and lock. She turned to look into the unsmiling face of the man who was to be her commercial lover with acute dread.
And she was not reassured by his words. "You can call me Amos; the gentleman you'll meet shortly may be referred to as Mr. Smith. Now-how much have you been told about this engagement?"
Jill did not answer immediately; she was somewhat stunned by the revelation that two men would be involved. Jack hadn't said anything about more than one man ... Well, hell, that could be expected from her louse of a brother....
"Jill, I asked you a question. I hope you're going to cooperate properly; if you don't the results may be unpleasant all the way around. Would you care to answer me?"
Jill flushed as she searched for the proper way to handle the situation. Clearly she had better appear to cooperate...."I ... sorry, You took me by surprise. I ... well, I wasn't aware that more than one person would be involved. I intend to cooperate, but I was a little startled."
I see." The man's voice was flat and impersonal; he was well dressed and seemed to be about thirty, but something about him seemed cold and uninviting. "Well, that answers the question; obviously you haven't been told what to expect. I'll fill you in on the situation; it's actually fairly simple." He paused and smiled without any real warmth. 'There are two people involved-you'll start by arousing and satisfying me. Mr. Smith will be basically a spectator during our encounter, although he may take a minor part in the proceedings. He may or may not have you perform with him after he's watched us. His reaction is not predictable. That's about it; as I said, the situation is really not complicated. I might mention one more thing; Mr. Smith will decide what you and I do and I have no idea what he will come up with. His tastes vary from day to day. I assume that you are as versatile as any girl in your profession. There'll be no problems regardless of what he chooses, will there?"
Jill made no immediate reply; once more she had been shocked by the man's words. The situation seemed to get steadily worse....
"Jill, you seem to have a habit of leaving questions unanswered, and I find that habit hard to tolerate. Surely this is not the first time such a request has been made of you. Once more, and for the last time there are no limitations on what you're prepared to do, are there?"
The befuddled woman still did not really understand his question, but she saw the wisdom of a prompt response. "Well, I ... I'm not sure exactly what you have in mind. If you could tell me...."
"Oh, God. I'll never understand the workings of the female mind, if there is such a thing. As simply put as I know how, are there any sex acts which for any reason you don't perform? I'll be specific. You do fuck, I suppose? I would think that is a whore's staple act."
Jill flushed with anger, but her mind had finally begun to function normally. "Yes, I fuck. And...."
"Let me ask the questions in detail. I put a generalized question to you and it seemed to overtax your mental capacity. Well, I suppose vaginal capacity is more important than the mental variety in your profession, isn't it? Alright, you fuck. I assume you also suck pricks?"
Jill's nervousness began to be supplanted by a cold anger. This man was both vulgar and arrogant, and probably mean. But there was nothing to be gained by aggravating him...."Yes, I ... I do."
"Good. Now-I suppose you also take pricks up your asshole?"
Jill flushed in spite of herself, and restrained a sarcastic reply with difficulty. "Well. I ... I've done it a few times. That is my husband has. I haven't had it that way in a long time . .
"No matter. Well, that takes care of the three primary acts. How about the little variety features? For example, are you adept at tit fucking? An adeptness at taking a prick between her boobs is in my opinion a considerable asset for a whore. And what about self-stimulation? Mr. Smith on occasion enjoys watching a beautiful woman finger-fuck herself...."
Jill's voice was now as cold as that of her questioner. "I think you'll find my abilities adequate. Suppose you bring the other man in so we can get started."
The man looked at her in mild surprise, then smiled with an expression that seemed to hold at least a hint of friendliness. "Alright, Jill. To be frank, I'll be more than glad to begin. You're an extremely attractive woman."
Jill was unimpressed by his slight thaw, and she made no reply as he moved to a door on one side of the room. The still nervous wife realized for the first time that the room was part of a suite, and she had begun to look around at the luxurious furnishings when her attention was drawn to the man emerging from what was probably a bedroom. He was much older than the first man, probably nearly sixty, and there was about him a look that sent a little chill through Jill. The impression he made was hard to define; he was, in several ways, fairly attractive for a man of his age. But the net impact that he made on Jill was far from reassuring.
"Jill, this is Mr. Smith. You'll find it wise to please him in every way." The first man smiled in his humorless way as he made the token introduction.
"Well, Jill, you're a very beautiful woman; I hope your talent matches your appearance. And your attitude, too; that may be the most important of all. Well, I think we ought to get started." The man paused as he continued to stare at Jill's body. He looked up into her eyes suddenly with the closest thing Jill had seen so far to a genuine grin. "The problem is that I'm not sure what I want. About the same problem that a boy has in a candy store, I suppose. Any suggestions, Jill?"
The question took the nervous woman by surprise. "Why ... no, I don't know-whatever you want, Mr. Smith."
The man chuckled. "Good, that's what I like to hear. Well, let's see ... I heard Amos say something about finger fucking just before I came in. That seems like something of a waste of talent in your case, but I think it would be an interesting way to start. I think I'd like to see your cunt now. I wonder if you would raise your skirt and slip your panties off, then spread your legs and give us a good view of your pussy. It will probably be helpful for you to separate the cunt lips with your fingers. Come over here; I think I'll enjoy your little show from the couch."
Jill stared at the man's back as he turned and moved toward a large couch in front of the suite's fireplace. She found herself unaccountably appalled by his request; the act somehow seemed unspeakably lewd in spite of the fact that the men would have no contact with her. But, hell-it was probably mild compared with events to come, and, in any case, she no longer had much choice short of leaving the motel room. That idea was briefly attractive, but the notion was actually a superfluous one because the same pressures that had forced her into this situation in the first place still existed. She could not walk out of this engagement without incurring her brother's anger and probably his retaliation through the use of those damn pictures. The bastard....
"Jill, I'd appreciate your attention. You appear to be a thousand miles away. I'm sure you're going to cooperate fully, so I'd suggest we get started. We have quite a bit of activity ahead of us, I think."
The nervous woman forced her mind back to the unpleasant matters at hand. "I ... I'm sorry, Mr. Smith. I guess my mind did wonder for a minute..
"Alright, so long as it doesn't happen again. Now, please...."
Jill gave a little mental shrug as she made herself face up to the task. She moved directly in front of the seated man and then, in a little unplanned motion, hunched her hips slightly forward at him as her hands went to her mini-skirt. She paused a moment to spread her legs slightly, then began to slide the brief skirt up her already well-exposed thighs. She looked down into the man's face as she raised her skirt, and in spite of herself, Jill felt an odd and not altogether unwelcome sense of feminine power as she saw the effect of her body on the man.
"Wonderful ... you have lovely legs, Jill. I'm sure your cunt will be equally pretty." The man tore his eyes away from her loins for a moment to grin up into her face. "Frankly, I had some reservations when your brother told me your age. For situations of this kind I usually prefer a girl of about sixteen. But I don't think m have any complaints about your body...."
Jill decided that this man was much nicer than the first one. "Thank you, Mr. Smith. I ... well I'll try to see that you enjoy my body. It's nice when a man appreciates a woman. I'll take my panties off now, if you like."
The man's eyes were again on Jill's pubic area, and she knew that he could see most of her femininity through the sheer panties. For some unaccountable but welcome reason she no longer felt the intense dread of a few minutes earlier. Maybe the old saying about enjoying it when it is inevitable applied here. In any case, the sooner she started and the more appealing she made herself the sooner the whole thing would be over....
Jill held up her skirt with her arms as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and began to lower than over her lush hips. She saw the man's eyes brighten as the filmy material slipped below her thick and silky pubic hair. She felt a preliminary wetness in her vagina and wondered whether he would be able to tell that her body was already responding to the sensuality of the situation even though the man had not yet touched her....
The man answered her unasked question. "Very pretty, Jill. Your hair is beautiful, and from what I can see of the lips I would imagine your cunt is, too. Slip your panties on off, if you will, and then come a little closer."
Jill complied, stepping gracefully out of the now useless little pile of material on the floor. She caught her skirt once more in her hands as she moved closer to the seated man. She spread her legs a little more as she prepared for a scrutiny that would ordinarily have been intolerable to her. Why did she almost look forward to it this time? Jill flushed slightly as the thought ran through her mind that maybe her brother had her pegged about right..... ." very nice. Spread your legs a little more, if you can ... excellent. Jill, your cunt is as pretty as I anticipated. You may not realize it, but I'm paying you a compliment that I don't give lightly. I consider myself something of a connoisseur of cunt and a rather severe judge."
Jill smiled as she restrained a giggle. "Thank you, Mr. Smith. I think you're the first cunt connoisseur I've ever met...." She broke off abruptly, wondering if he would take exception to her remark.
But her client seemed unperturbed, interested only in the femininity on display before him. "Now, Jill I'd like to see you begin to pet yourself, and finally finger fuck your pussy. In fact I think I'd like for you to fuck yourself to a come." He paused and looked around Jill. "Amos, make yourself useful. Come hold Jill's skirt up while she finger fucks herself."
Jill had almost forgotten the first man, but he came quickly back into her consciousness as he left the unobtrusive position he had taken at the end of the couch and moved beside and slightly behind her as she stood with her legs spread. She shivered slightly as his fingers brushed her soft skin when he took her raised skirt in her hands.
"That's it, Amos, maybe you've found the thing that you're qualified for. I've been wondering what it was. Now, Jill-your hands are free to pet your cunt Please go ahead, and I'd appreciate a verbal description of what you're doing and how it feels...."
"A verbal ... you mean you want me to talk about it as I do it? I don't know whether...."
"I know whether, Jill, and the answer is that you can and will. I'm sure we're not going to have a problem over a simple thing like this. Now, go ahead, Jill. We've talked enough."
There was a finality in the man's tone that kept Jill from making further comment After a moment's hesitation she moved both bands slowly to to her loins as she prepared to do a thing that seemed horribly perverted, and yet interesting, in a way. She might as well try to enjoy what she had to do anyway. And the relief of a climax, if she could reach one in this strange way, would be an increasingly welcome feeling to her surprisingly aroused body....
Jill's hands went first to the inner surfaces of her soft but firm thighs. She began to rub the white flesh in gentle, circular motions as she savored the sensations that her own touch quickly caused. Damn, she thought, it must be the situation as a whole; certainly such a minor caress would not usually produce such a reaction. Particularly when the caress was from her own hands....
But whatever the reason, the pretty wife found her arousal increasing rapidly. She compounded the effect by moving her inquisitive fingers into more vulnerable territory; her eyes closed as the tip of two fingers on each hand took possession of the moist lips of her waiting vagina. The touch sent a little chill of pleasure through her body and she instinctively moved her legs farther apart as she prepared to make an even more serious attack on her own femininity.
"Jill, I asked you to describe your feelings. It's obvious from your face that you have some reactions, so please tell us about them."
This time Jill had no desire to hesitate; she almost welcomed the excuse to talk. "It feels ... it feels good. It's funny, I never thought my own fingers ... but it feels good to touch my own pussy. Can you see what I'm doing through the hair? I'm just petting the lips a little. Now I'm going to slip one finger in my cunny while I pet my clit with the other hand. Like this...."
The man on the couch leaned forward as his eyes fastened on Jill's working fingers with intense interest. His own libido was seriously affected by the sight of the pretty woman's preliminary masturbation. He drew in a little breath as he saw her draw the lips of her vagina apart with one hand to allow the middle finger of her other hand to slide into the warm, wet channel. Jill's' hips bucked forward twice as the finger disappeared up to the second knuckle. Then she withdrew it almost to the tip and joined it with her index finger for the second plunge into her aroused femininity....
Jill's eyes were closed as a sigh escaped her open lips. "Ohhh ... damn. I just never thought ... Won't take me long like this, Mr. Smith. Do you want me to come?"
The man's reply was unexpected. "Hold up, Jill. You've got me so worked up that I'll have to change the plan. See what you've done to my prick?"
Jill opened her eyes to stare at a surprisingly large bulge in the crotch of the man's trousers as he sat before her with his own legs separated slightly. He obviously had been affected by her self-love....
Tell you what, Jill. I think we'll ... it may be a trifle awkward, but it'll work. I want you to take my prick out and jack me off while you finger fuck yourself. No ... better yet, we'll have Amos finger fuck you so you can devote both of your hands to my prick and balls. In fact Amos can bugger your asshole with one hand and fuck your cunt with the other one. This is not what I had in mind, but I think ... Amos, boy, you'll be a little left out of this first episode as far as your own pleasure is concerned, but I'm sure Jill will make it up to you while I recover from her jack-off. Everything sound alright to you?"
The other man spoke for the first time since the start of the action. "Of course, Mr. Smith-however you want it. I don't mind waiting for my own pleasure."
The man on the couch chuckled. "I thought you'd see it that way." He turned to Jill. "Alright, honey, you can get my prick out now, if you like."
Jill did in hesitate; she was more than ready to handle the man's penis in order to reach her own gratification. Her body needed relief; it was aroused in a way that was somehow different from any feeling she had ever known before. She moved in closer between his separated legs and bent over to bring her hands to the bulge in his trousers. She cupped the bulge with one hand and pulled his zipper open with the other. Jill gave a little shiver of anticipation as she felt Amos move close to her and put one hand on a firm buttock. Her own hands quickly invaded the seated man's clothes and emerged with a worthwhile prize; his penis was satisfyingly long and hard.
"Oh It's ... your prick's nice, Mr. Smith. I bet it feels good in a girl's cunny. I ... are you sure you just want to be packed off?"
"For a starter, Jill. We'll do other things after that. I intended to watch Amos fuck you first, but somehow you got me worked up and ruined the schedule. You can see the effect you had on my prick...."
Jill answered easily and naturally, even as one small comer of her mind remained normal enough to wonder how she could talk so glibly and react so sensually to the degrading situation. She was, after all being talked to and responding like a true whore. And maybe that was exactly appropriate....
"I can sure see that something has excited it, Mr. Smith. I hope it's me; God, I'd like to have it in my pussy...."
The pretty wife's obvious sincerity seemed to please her client. "I promise it'll be in your cunt before we're though, Jill Your mouth and maybe your asshole, too, if I can hold out. Speaking of your asshole...." The man paused and looked at his companion. "You have a finger in her ass yet, Amos? I told you to finger her in both places. You waiting on anything in particular?"
Jill felt the man beside her move his hands hurriedly on her loins. "I ... I'm not waiting. I just thought she might bend over a little when she starts working on you...." His voice trailed off as Jill felt his hands move to her pubic area in both front and rear. She shivered in anticipation as she moved her legs a Utile farther apart to give his hands room to operate.
The man wasted no time. A little involuntary moan escaped Jill's open lips as she felt a finger easily penetrate the wet lips of her vagina while another finger probed at her more resistant anus. The little puckered entrance surrendered to the questing finger as Jill consciously relaxed the muscles of her bottom, and in another moment she felt a second entry ... "Oh, God...."
"Feel good, Jill? Do you enjoy having his finger up your asshole?"
The woman's eyes were still closed. "Yes, I ... oh God. Easy-go easy. I'm not used to ... there, that's better. It feels ... it's beginning to feel good...."
The seated man felt his penis throb warningly under the combined stimulus of Jill's words and touch. Damn, for a married woman of her age this one created quite an effect ... for a female of any age, for that matter....
"Jill, baby-reach in and get my balls out, too. Play with them while you jack my prick. I'm not too far from coming ... That's it-pull them out ... easy. Good. Now-squeeze my nuts a little while you pull my prick. I'm not gonna be long ... Amos' fingers feel good? I want you to make it when I do, if you can...."
Jill bent her knees slightly and lowered her throbbing, jerking bottom as she responded to the fingers in her intimate orifices. The fingers did make her feel good; they affected her more than any digital caress she had ever had ... of course she had never had her vagina and rectum used simultaneously before...."YES ... YES. HIS FINGERS ARE GOOD. OH, AMOS ... FUCK ME-FINGER FUCK ME. I'M GONNA COME IN A MINUTE. PLEASE...."
"Jill-Jill, can you take my load in your mouth when I blow? I don't want you to put my prick in your mouth-just open it and bend down so it'll shoot in it when I come. Wont' be long ... jack me, honey-pull my prick. That's it-feels good as hell"
The strange trio, none of whom was in a really comfortable position, redoubled their efforts. The seated man hunched his hips up off the couch in response to Jill's working hands, and she bent down to comply with his request as the other man redoubled his efforts to stimulate Jill with his hands. His efforts were more than successful; he now had three fingers pistoning in and out of her vagina while one finger moved in the same tempo in her tight rectum. His own penis, hard and erect in his trousers, longed for the relief that was not to be his during this session
* * *
"Get ready, Jill God-here it comes. I'm blowin'. Damn, jack me-jack my prick. Squeeze it all outa my balls. Oh damn ... damn...."
Jill's own climax was close but had not started when the man's first spurt of semen erupted from his straining penis. Jill's eyes were now open and she watched the intermittant stream of white, sticky sperm arc into the air. She had not moved her mouth into position to catch the flow, as he had requested, and a quick look showed that his head was thrown hack and his eyes were clamped shut as he babbled incoherently in the throes of his orgasm. He would never know that she had failed to carry out his full instruction....
And then the pretty woman's soft but aroused body spasmed as her own orgasm, spurred on by the fingers in her vagina and anus and the sensual sight of the spurting semen before her, washed intensely over her body and consciousness. The climax was a powerful one, and Jill too mumbled unintelligibly. But her eyes stayed open, locked on his penis and the intermittant stream erupting from it Suddenly she wanted that white fluid in her mouth, and the distraught and once faithful wife succumbed to her base desire as she leaned down farther and opened her lovely mouth. She swallowed as the first spurt entered, and then swallowed again,....
CHAPTER 4
Jill sat in the car and looked silently at the entrance to the small, four-unit apartment just off the campus. For a moment the somewhat similar situation a few days ago when she had hesitated outside the door to the motel suite flooded back through her mind, but she quickly told herself that the situations were not parallel at all ... In that case she had paused in dread of her first "date", but the person behind this door was her son....
Bob, her son ... Nineteen, good looking, virile-in nearly all respects a younger edition of his father. A senior, he had lived off campus for nearly two years. Jill knew that he had shared his apartment with a girl from time to time, but she had chosen to ignore that fact by considering it something over which she had no control and should therefore not worry about It seemed to be the standard procedure in most colleges these days....
Jill sighed as she took a nearly empty pint of Scotch from the glove compartment. The liquid warmed her throat and her stomach, but it also made her wonder what in hell she was really doing. And there seemed to be no ready answer to the question. The bare facts of the case were that she had made a hundred and twenty mile trip to see her son, from whom presumably she sought some sort of help, or at least consolation ... But what could he really do? For that matter, how could she even talk to him frankly about her problems? Certainly she could not tell her son that she had caught his father fucking the teen-age girl from next door. And it was equally certain that she could not tell Bob that she had been fucked by her own brother and then forced into perverted sex with one of his clients. Why, in fact, had she even come here? She and Bob had been close, in many ways; closer than most mothers and sons, probably-but how could Bob possibly held her find a solution to a situation about which she could not tell him in the first place?
Jill sighed as she found no answers to her questions. There were no answers; her presence here made no sense whatever. And yet she had had to come; her husband was out of town on a short business trip and her brother had gone to the coast briefly. Before he left Jack had indicated his satisfaction with her first date, and Jill knew that others would be forthcoming. This interval when the two men were away provided a welcome respite, but it was only that....
And so, sensible or not, she had felt compelled to seek some undefined kind of solace from her son. The impossibility of the mission had not been apparent at home, but here in front of his apartment the stupidity of the whole thing stood out in sharp focus....
Well, hell. Jill looked down at the empty bottle with thought that she should have bought a fifth. But then she would probably have been drunk, or at least drunker, and Bob had never seen his mother in that condition. She capped the empty bottle and put it back in the glove compartment as she tried to decide how to make the best of a ridiculous situation. The sensible thing, if that term could be applied to any part of this preposterous mess, would be to turn around and drive back home. But, sensible or not, she had to see Bob. Even though she could not bring him in on the problem there would be some solace in just seeing him, talking to him ... maybe they could have dinner in some quiet place....
Jill sighed as she opened the door and swung her long legs out of the Mustang. An amused male cluck of approval made her look up into the grinning but friendly face of a boy about Bob's age. Two weeks ago she would have flushed at the realization that she had unintentionally put on quite a show of feminine charm as her mini-skirt rode high up her lush thighs, but such small indescretions had lost their power to embarrass her.
Jill surveyed the boy coolly as she got out of the car without attempting to cover her legs and his grin partially faded as it finally dawned on him that this pretty female was an adult. But he could not keep his eyes from going to her lush breasts, the shape and size of which were clearly revealed by her thin and snug sweater.
Her cool voice finally brought him to his senses. I'm looking for Bob Evans' apartment; can you tell me which one it is?"
The boy seemed puzzled as he answered. Top on the left. Say, I haven't seen you around. You a friend of Bob's?"
Jill could not restrain her first smile in several days. "I think so. I'm also his mother."
"His mo ... hey, you gotta be kiddin'. No, I guess you're not, are you? Well, hell...." The boy's grin was both embarrassed and friendly as he sought for a way to apologise for his undue attention to her body.
Jill suddenly wanted to put him at ease. "Don't worry about it. At my age a woman is glad to be able to attract a look like that...."
"Mom, what is it? I know something's bugging you, and I think you better tell me about it."
Jill looked up from her dessert His question was one she had hoped to avoid; there was no way in which her son could help her. There was no way she could even tell him what the problem was.
"Bob, do I look so old and worried? I don't know why I would; nothing's wrong. You'll make me worry now by telling me I look worried...." Jill smiled across the candle lit table at her attractive offspring.
He had helped her; this evening together with dinner in a small but excellent restaurant made her feel better. The atmosphere in the place would have made her feel romantic if her companion had been her husband instead of her son. Her husband ... damn, the thought of Tom and Kathy Thomas was enough to shatter her relaxation. And those thoughts made her problem with her brother flash back to the center stage of her mind. Damn....
"Mom, you're not kiddin' me a bit. I know you too well. For one thing, I've never seen you drink this much before. I get the feeling that you drove down here to talk to me about something, but that for some reason you've changed your mind. Well, that won't hack it. You've gotta go ahead and give me the scene.
* * *
Suddenly Jill knew that she did have to talk to him about the whole mess, regardless of the consequences. It could do no real good, and it might do considerable harm, but the penalty for not talking about it to him would probably be insanity. Such a state seemed not very far away, at the moment....
Jill stared at the intent face of her son though the flickering light and the haze caused by the alcohol she had consumed. "Bob, I ... I guess I do have to talk to you about it. I'll probably be sorry, afterward. You may be, too. I ... could I have another martini?"
Bob stared at the filled but unlit fireplace as he stroked his mother's hair absent mindedly. Her story had shocked him to the depths of his soul. Jill had told him the whole sordid tale, omitting none of the details of her husband's and her own activities since the whole thing started.
He sat on the couch in the living room of his small but plush apartment. Jill lay on her side with her head in his lap, almost overcome by the quanlity of alcohol she had consumed. She had sensed her mistake soon after starting the sordid tale, but some perverse desire for self-chastisement made her continue and soon her dumbfounded son had known then whole preposterous story.
Bob's reaction, after his initial shock, had divided itself into two sections. With typical male insight he found his father's action easy to understand; Bob had himself noticed the increasingly lush body of the girl next door on his last few visits at home. But he found completely incomprehensible the notion that his mother would do the things to which she had admitted. Under any circumstances....
And yet knowledge of her indescretions caused a curious thrill to shoot through Bob, and made him look at his mother in a different light. He had always been aware of her as a female; her body was so exquisitely sensual that it was impossible for any normal male to be unaware of it. But his interest had always observed the bounds of propriety; while he had admired his mother's breasts and legs he had never really thought about sex with her....
His attitude was somewhat different now as he looked down at the beautiful female lying on the couch with her head in his lap. It was a pose that a number of girls had assumed since he had moved into this apartment with the fireplace. Those girls had all finished their stay in his bedroom....
"Bob, darling, I ... are you uncomfortable with me like this? I guess I shouldn't be here, but I just feel that I need to be near you. Is it alright?" Jill turned slightly so that she could look up into her son's face, and the motion inadvertantly stimulated his penis as her soft hair rubbed against the crotch of his trousers. With a start Bob realized that his penis was already partially hard.
"Sure, Mom, I'm comfortable. It feels good to have you like this. Makes me feel I can ... Well, sort of protect you. That's silly, I guess, but I'm glad you're here...."
Jill read the sincerity in his words. In some odd way that defied understanding she also felt that it was necessary and right that she was here. And that was, after all, not so strange; her need for a male to comfort her in the present circumstances was an entirely natural and feminine reaction. But was that the whole of her desires?
Jill's slight twist had moved one of her thrusting breasts into sharp relief under her snug sweater. Bob found his eyes locked on the tempting mound without any conscious direction from his increasingly confused mind. God-what a tit. He'd had some pretty cute chicks on this couch but none of them had been as pretty, or as plain damn sexy, as his mother. Damn ... his mother. "Bob, I ... you shouldn't..
Jill's voice brought the boy's distraught mind back to the moment. In shocked surprise he realized that one of his hands had moved down to cup the full, firm globe that was Jill's left breast. The move had been instinctive, involuntary-but somehow instead of drawing the hand away he began to fondle the soft flesh through the material of her bra and sweater as though the action was preordained and beyond his control....
"Bob, you have to ... darling, you mustn't play with me like this. Oh, God...." The tremor in her voice revealed that Jill, too, was acutely aware of the powerful forces at work on this forbidden male and female combination.
Bob tried to think clearly, but his effort was not entirely sucessful. His mind was clear enough to recognise his physical desires, and the conventional objections to those desires, but his dominant mental picture was of his sensuous mother locked in sexual embrace with her brother, and her brother's clients. Of course she had been forced into it, but still ... hell, would it really be worse for him to make love to her? After all, he did love her; surely that should be more important than the mere fact that this beautiful and desirable woman happened to be his mother....
"Bob ... oh, God. Bob, you've got to stop ... please, darling. We can't..
Jill's voice trailed off as his hand continued to knead the firm flesh of her breast. She felt her nipple stiffen and become sensitive to the material of her bra. God, this was impossible-she was responding wildly to the touch of her own son. She couldn't permit such a thing ... but the familiar wetness and feeling in her vagina told Jill that she was permitting it. And enjoying it....
And then, somehow, mother and son both recognized the thing that was about to happen, and over which they seemed to have no control. Jill gave way to her needs, both physical and mental. God, she needed a man, and for more than sex. She needed help, guidance; to be led out of the horrible situation from which she had found no exit. And sex, too-she needed loving sex to erase the soul shattering image of her recent experience in commercialized love. Her husband was not available, and at the moment she felt no desire for him, anyway. But Bob was available, and he seemed to want her ... Jill could feel his penis stir in his trousers. God-it might be wrong, but it was going to happen. It had to happen....
Bob's mental agony was less complex, but he reached the same conclusion. The woman with her head in his lap was one he loved dearly, and she clearly needed his help. What he was going to do couldn't be so bad; there would be genuine love and need involved, and that was more than could be said for the other affairs that had started on this couch.
Besides, damn it, he had to have her-physicially it was now impossible for him to override his arousal.
His fingers tightened on the flesh of her breast as his other hand moved to join it In a moment both of Jill Evans' magnificant breasts knew the touch of her son's expert hands as he fired her arousal to new heights. "Mom ... Mom, I gotta do it I gotta ... have you. Look at me. Damn it, I can't help it. You're so ... so God damn beautiful I have to fuck you. Mom, I'm gonna fuck you...."
Bob's words aroused only a physical response in the distraught woman; the requirements of her sensual body now overshadowed all other considerations. She found herself glad that he wanted her, because she could no longer deny that she wanted him. His hands, even through her clothes, had made both of her nipples so hard they hurt. And she had sensed the growing bulge of is penis underneath her....
Suddenly Jill had to see that penis. She sat up and moved close to the boy as one of her white hands went down to his lap. With no further hesitation she closed her fingers over the hard bulge in his trousers and squeezed it as she looked up into his eyes. They both shivered in passion from the action of her hand.
Jill was no longer hesitant or coy. "Bob ... darling, are you sure you want to ... to fuck me? Oh, darling-I want you, too. I want this big sweet prick I can feel. I want it in my cunt way up inside me where you came from. I want you to shoot your come up me, honey. That's what you were once-just come up inside my pussy. Now I want your own come there, darling. Please ... fuck me. I want you to. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck your mother...."
"Mom, damn...."
Bob bent to capture Jill's mouth with his own as one of his hands again took possession of a breast while her own hand squeezed and fondled his penis through his clothes. Their mouths fused as their lips opened to a kiss that was unlike any they had ever shared. Jill felt his tongue invade her welcoming lips to find and mingle wetly with her own. The kiss was not between mother and son, it was between male and female and it shook both of them.
Jill broke it in order to breathe. "Bob ... oh, Bob. I've never been kissed like that Darling, your prick feels so big, and hard ... I've got to see it. I've got to see your prick. I ... I've never seen it hard. Can I get it out?"
"Get it out, Mom. I want you to see it then I'm gonna fuck you with it I've gotta see your cunt, too. Oh, damn ... Mom, you can work me up more with your hand than any girl I've ever fucked. Go easy-I don't wanna come till I fuck you."
Jill's nervous fingers moved to the zipper of his trousers and in a moment her hand was inside his clothes and clasped around his hard penis. They looked into each other's eyes as she squeezed and pulled the big shaft both anticipating and dreading the moment when she brought it into view. But hell-the decision had already been made; she knew that no power on earth could now keep his penis out of her vagina. And that was exactly where it belonged; where she needed it....
"Oh, Bob ... it's so nice. So big ... God, it's as big as your father's...." Jill's eyes were wide and bright as she stared down at the male organ that she now held in both hands outside of his trousers. Instinctively one of her hands moved from his penis into his clothes underneath it to find and grasp the bulging sac of his testicles. He squirmed and twisted his hips slightly as she brought them into the open to join his penis.
"Mom-go easy. You got me so hot I'm about to come. I wanna do that in your cunt I wanna see your cunt. Let's get undressed."
Jill again looked up into her son's face as he asked her to undress in preparation for incestuous sex. But she did not hesitate; sex was what she wanted and needed, and the fact that the act would be incestuous no longer mattered. Maybe it even added an extra spice to the situation....
"Yes ... yes, honey, let's undress. I want you in my cunt. I want you to fuck me."
Jill released her son's penis and stood up somewhat unsteadily. The mental fog caused by alcohol seemed to have cleared, but it had been replaced by an even more overwhelming blanket of physical arousal. The pretty woman stood in front of the couch with her eyes closed and her hands began to fumble with the zipper at the side of her skirt
"Let me, Mom. I want to undress you. Seems funny to want to undress your own mother, but that's what I want to do. And then fuck you-God, I want to fuck you. See how hard my prick is? That's all for you." Bob stood up behind Jill and quickly opened the tiny zipper on her skirt Then his hands went to her back and pulled the zipper of her sweater.
Jill shivered as his hands slipped beneath her arms and around to cup her full breasts. His fingers fondled the firm flesh and her already erect nipples, then quickly abandoned them to concentrate on the necessary chore of undressing her. He went about it with an expertise that came from experience, and Jill gave herself over completely to his working hands as she stood submissively while he stripped her.
Bob pushed the skirt down over his mother's flaring hips and on down her long, tapering legs. When it lay in a useless heap around her trim ankles he slipped her sweater off her white shoulders and down over her arms. He paused for an instant, then unfastened die four hooks at the back of her heavy bra. Again he paused, then slowly slid the straps over her shoulders and down onto her soft arms.
The bra did not fall away; the cups were held snugly in place by the contours of the lovely breasts which almost overflowed the straining material Bob was still behind JilL and once more he reached beneath her arms to cup the big, firm mounds in his hands. After a moment Jill moved one of her hands behind herself to grasp his waving penis as he fondled her breasts.
She held the shaft as she hunched her hips back gently against the head and felt it poke at the crease between her buttocks through the thin material of her panties. She held it motionless for a second, then began to move it vertically so that it ran up the crevice of her bottom....
"Mom, damn it. I can't take that. You gotta leave my prick alone till I get it in your pussy. Here-turn around. Gotta get your panties off....
The boy's hands on her shoulders made Jill turn to face her son. The motion made her heavy breasts jiggle provocatively, and she saw that his eyes were locked on the swaying flesh. She reached impulsively to recapture his penis in her hands, but forced herself to rest her hands on his hips, instead. A premature ejaculation would be a terrible thing....
"God, I just never saw any boobs like those. Never-Mom, did I. ... well, did you nurse me when I was a baby?"
Jill laughed. "Yes, for a while. You finally got my nipples so sore I had to put you on the bottle. I guess even then you took my breasts seriously."
"No way I could have helped it. Damn, I wish you had milk now. I'd go on a liquid diet...."
Jill stared at her son as they stood close to each other without touching. "You can suck my tits anyway, darling. I want you to. But first I want you to fuck me. Honey, get your clothes off. I won't do it because I couldn't keep my hands off your prick. Undress while I slip my panties off. You want my stockings and garter belt off?"
Bob stared down at her lush hips as he quickly began to strip off his own clothes. Jill saw his look and she began to ease her thin panties over her swelling hips as she saw his eyes lock on her revealed pubic hair. She knew that he could see the lips of her vulva nestled in the silky hair and it made her feel good to know that the eyes of her son were on the vagina from which he had come. Her own eyes dropped back to his young but mature penis as it waved in front of him. She could not wait much longer to feel it plunge into her waiting femininity....
"Oh damn-everything about you is beautiful. I've never seen a pussy so ... so pretty."
Jill felt her sex throb. "Bob, I can't wait-I have to have it Hurry, darling. Are you going to fuck me here or in the bedroom?"
The boy kicked his shorts off and stood naked before his nude mother. "Right here. We'll go in there for the next one. God, Mom-I want to kiss you but if my prick rubs against you I'll come. Lie down and spread your legs for me, darling-I'm gonna fuck you."
"Alright darling. You can fuck me. I want it too
* * *
Jill turned to the couch and sat down on it. She paused for a moment as she looked up at her son standing before her, and once again her attention focused on his erection and the swinging testicles below it. She shivered slightly in an erotic reaction to the sight. The prick and balls of her own son, and she wanted them ... Jill's whole body quivered slightly as her physical need and a variety of other sensations washed over her. Damn-it did seem that the fact that he was her son increased her desire....
And then Jill Evans slipped past all such philosophical considerations. She moaned quietly as she swung her long, full legs up on the couch and then lay back in a prone position. Bob moved closer to the couch as he watched his mother prepare her body for submission to him. His penis throbbed as it swung crazily in front of him. Damn, he thought, my prick's more worked up from me just looking at Mom than it's been in the pussy of some girls....
Jill stretched out straight with her legs pressed primly together for a moment. Then she slowly spread her thighs and raised her knees as she assumed the classic position of sex.
Bob stared down into her exposed crotch as he got his first good view of his mother's vagina. His face flushed as he saw the pink, panting lips, already moist with expectation. Her vulva seemed small and almost virginal, and the boy felt a vague amazement as he realized that he had entered the world from between those succulent lips ... And now he wanted nothing as much as to re-enter them, with at least part of his body....
"Bob, darling-do you ... well, do you like my cunny? It feels so funny for you to look at it. I guess a boy shouldn't see his mother's cunt like this, but I want you to see it. I want you to fuck it with that big prick of yours. Oh, God ... Bob, are we crazy? I never thought a thing like this could happen."
The boy moved closer to his mother as she waited submissively for him with her legs spread in invitation. "I don't know, Mom. We may be crazy. I just know that you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen and I've got to fuck you. Damn, I'm gonna fill your pretty pussy full...." Bob paused as some last vestage of good sense momentarily returned to his consciousness. "Mom, what about ... well, I don't want to knock you up. I need to use a rubber? I think I got some, somewhere...."
"No, darling. I'm using the pill, don't worry about it. The way I feel right now I'd almost like to give you a baby. Oh Bob, I can't wait ... Please-come fuck me now...."
Jill's plea was unneeded. Bob finally overcame his desire to look at his pretty mother's exposed charms, and he was also once more aware of the danger of a premature orgasm if he delayed further. Damn, he thought, I could come just from looking at her....
But both participants had more in mind than visual stimulation, and both sensed that the time had come to culminate their incestuous union. Bob moved toward Jill's upturned legs and climbed onto the couch so that he came to a kneeling position just below her spread thighs. In this position her waiting vagina was only inches from his anxious penis, but the desire to explore her femininity a little further before he plunged into it made Bob bring his hands forward to the warm lips. He sighed in passion as his fingers took possession of Jill's vagina.
"Mom, you spread it for me. I want to get a couple of fingers in it for a second. No, damn it, I want to kiss it I want to kiss your cunt-hold it open for me...."
Jill complied; her long white fingers spread the delicate lips of her vagina just as the aroused boy fell forward to bring his face down between her thighs. He paused with his mouth only inches from her open sex as his eyes feasted on the feminine sight and he savored the clean, woman scent of her body. Then, aware that this phase could not be prolonged, he lowered his face into her wet crotch.
"Oh. Oh, God ... Bob, darling, you'll make me come. ... Oh, it's so wonderful-so good."
Jill's mumbled words were in response to her son's invasion of her vagina. Bob's tongue had come out of his mouth in a reflex action and had instinctively gone into her opening. He probed into the liquid depths for a moment, then partially withdrew as he brought his mouth up to the top of her slit in a quick search for her clitoris. The search was successful and Jill writhed in pleasure as his lips and tongue teased the sensitive little bud. Jill clamped her eyes shut as saliva trickled from one corner of her open mouth, She was beyond words as she felt the gathering sensations of orgasm.
But she was not yet to reach the full satisfaction for which her body longed so deeply. In desperation brought on by the nearness of his own climax, Bob suddenly lifted his smeared face from his mother's crotch and moved up to take a position of intercourse between her raised and separated thighs.
"Mom-reach down and put it in. Put my prick in your pussy. Can't wait any longer-got to fuck you now. Hurry-put it in me."
"Yes ... yes, I want to. Raise up a little so I can get my hand between ... that's it. Oh Bob-your prick is so big and hard. There-it's between the lips. Go on and put it in. Ram it in, darling, my cunny's wet and ready. Go on-jam it in. Fuck me, Bob, fuck your mother...."
The boy gladly, almost viciously, followed her instructions. He lunged forward with a powerful motion that drove his penis fully into his mother's vagina. Jill gasped at the suddenness of his entry, but her channel was wet and ready, and the plunge that would have been painful under other circumstances now suited her needs perfectly.
Bob rested rather heavily on her throbbing body as he savored the sensations of his penetration. Despite Jill's age and children, her vagina was tight and supple and it closed around her son's penis with a firmness that sent ripples of pleasure through both of them.
"Mom-your cunt's good. It's tight. God, it feels good. I've fucked girls sixteen that were looser than you are. I didn't hurt you, did I? I didn't mean to shove in so fast..
Jill's eyes were closed as she turned her head to one side while her hands pulled his shoulders down so that the boy's chest made contact with her big breasts. "You didn't hurt me, darling. I'm glad you put it in that way. I'm glad you think my cunt is tight, too. Oh Bob, your prick feels so good in me...."
Her reassurance seemed to trigger the boy into action. He withdrew slowly until the head of his organ was once more between her vaginal lips, then again plunged deep into her body in the first stroke of a series that, from the beginning, bordered on violence. His motion was fast, hard, and deep. Jill's lush body quivered and shook under the impact of her son's thrusts. She moaned again as she tried to set up a motion in counterpoint to his rhythm, but her senses were so dulled by her impending climax that she was uncharacteristically clumsy and inept. Her minor failing was of no consequence; for both of them, Bob's vigorous and authoritative stroking was all that was required. His hips moved with increasing speed as his penis pistoned in and out of his mother's vagina....
The act could only be a short one; both had been too aroused at the start to prolong it "Mom, I'm about to ... damn, I'm gonna come. Make it with me ... Here it goes. I'm comin'! I'm shootin'-gonna fill your cunt! God, Mom, you're a fuck...."
Jill's overwrought system responded to the first gush of her son's semen. She seemed to feel each drop of the flood-like stream. "Bobby, I'm coming with you-oh, it's so good. Fuck me, darling-mother-fuck me. Be my mother-fucker always. Oh, I feel your come in my cunt. I'm coming too, darling-let it go. Shoot all your come in your mother. Oh, it feels so good ... so good...."
The orgasm was deep and intense for each of the incestuous partners in sex. Each felt the climax to be something special, and each was to wonder, later with a calm mind, what the real significance of the event was. But for the moment the reaction was physical; mother and son locked their bodies together in a climax that seemed unique to both of them....
But finally the peak passed, as it always must, and Jill lay beneath the relaxing body of her son with her eyes still closed but her mind now clear and alert. Her after-pleasure was good as the peak of her passion died slowly, but somehow it did not achieve the exceptional qualities of the orgasm itself. The pretty mother, assailed by fresh doubt about the act, wondered about the ultimate results of her incestuous union as she felt Bob's penis gradually contract inside her satiated vagina. But, God-it had been good....
CHAPTER FIVE
Bob was nervous as he waved a hand at his friend and picked up his bag from the curb. The trip home had been unexpected; his former roommate had offered a ride and Bob had taken advantage of it to make an unscheduled appearance that would surprise his parents. He knew that his real motive was to see his mother; the memory of their one exquisite encounter made it inevitable that he seek her body again. Intercourse with three girls since his mother's visit had served only to emphasize the extra dimension of sex with her. Bob had been initially puzzled and worried by his response to her and to an act that is conventionally considered out of bounds. But the inquisitive attitude of the modern college youth made Bob's approach to life anything but conventional, and he was able to cast aside all qualms based on moral considerations and remember only the immensely satisfying sex that they had achieved. And why not-his mother was prettier than all but a handful of the girls at school, and her age gave her an experience level that they could not match. Bob wondered briefly about, and then ignored, the possibility that part of her attraction was also due to the fact that she was his mother....
But all of this slipped quickly from his mind a moment after he let himself into the quiet house. Bob was startled to hear a male voice, one that he recognized immediately as belonging to his mother's brother. Damn-his uncle Jack, the bastard who had given his mother so much misery....
Bob paused as he strained to understand the words that were so muffled that he could barely hear them. But the voice did belong to his uncle, and he was clearly talking to a female. Damn-was he again forcing Jill to cater to him physically?
Bob felt the beginnings of rage, but his anger was tempered by a building curosity. He put his bag down quietly and moved from the living room into the hallway that led to the bedrooms. In a moment he was outside the door to the room usually unoccupied and considered a guest room. The man's voice was distinct now..... ." get on the ball, Jill. Hell, I thought she was a hot little bitch. What's with you, Baby? You change your mind or something?"
Bob was startled to hear a feminine voice that he did not immediately recognise. "No, I ... I haven't changed my mind. It's just that ... well, this seems so different from ... from...."
Bob heard his uncle laugh. "Go on say it, Kathy. You mean this seems different from when you let Tom fuck you? Well, it is different-you're gonna make some money out of this. Later, of course. Okay, I've had all the stalling I'm gonna take-you gonna suck my prick or not?"
The listening boy felt his senses reel. The bastard was up to something again-he had Jill and a girl called Kathy-of course, the girl from next door-and he was obviously forcing himself on them. The hell with him....
Bob felt a surge of blind, unreasoning rage that robbed him of all reasoning power. He swung the door open and charged into the bedroom prepared to slay dragons. "Jack-damn you, I'll ... I'll...."
His voice trailed off as the scene registered on his anger-clouded brain. His uncle was seated in a chair with his erect penis protruding from his open trousers. Standing between his spread legs was the beautifully nude body of the surprised girl from next door, and Jill, fully clothed, stood a short distance from the chair in which her brother sat.
The three people were all shocked at Bob's sudden and unexpected appearance, and for a moment all four people stared at one another stupidly in a scene that would have been ludicrous to a disinterested onlooker. Jill seemed to recover her senses first
"Bob! What ... where in the world did you ... Bob. You shouldn't...."
"Shouldn't what, Mom? Shouldn't mind the things this bastard makes you do? I'll ... what the hell is he doing to you, anyway?"
The man on the chair seemed to recover most of his usual cynical calm. "Well, if it's not my favorite nephew. I wasn't expecting you, Bob, and I doubt that your mother was either, but you're welcome to join our little party. I suppose you know this pretty little girl who's about to suck my prick?"
Bob looked from the seated man to the nude girl and finally to his mother. "Mom, what's the scene? What's he pulling this time?"
The man answered before Jill could reply to her son. "Figure on kind of a hero act, Bobby? Only trouble is that I don't think your mother would like it. In fact I'm damn sure she wouldn't, and for that matter neither would you. But I wouldn't hold this little deal against you; in fact I may even do you the favor of letting you join our little group if you calm down quick enough. But I sure as hell won't take any crap off you, boy." He paused as he continued to survey the now puzzled boy, then turned to Jill. "Sis, you take this kid of yours and tell him what the hell the score is, then bring him back in here and I'll see what we can do about him. Be damn sure he gets the whole picture, and understands it, or you got big trouble. You read me, sis?"
Jill looked at her brother with a face that she tried to keep blank. "Yes, I understand you." She turned to her son. "Come on, Bob. I do need to talk to you."
.. just can't buy it. There's gotta be some way out of this. I admit he seems to hold all the cards, but there has to be a way. I just have to find it."
Jill shook her head wearily as she looked at her son across the kitchen table. "There's no way. I've thought about it a lot longer than you have. Jack will go to Tom in a minute if I cross him-don't doubt that for a second. And...."
"But Dad can't say very much. Not after his little session with Kathy. I think...."
Jill shook her head again as she cut in on her son. "That's not the point. He's not lily white, but he hasn't been prostituting himself." Jill's eyes suddenly clouded with moisture. "And he hasn't committed incest, either. Oh, Bob-Jack's got it all figured-and he's right. I can't do a thing except go along with him. Neither can you, now...."
"Incest? Mom, you mean you and me? Jack doesn't know about that, does he? You haven't told him?"
Jill dropped her eyes as her face flushed in shame. "I ... he found out some way. He got me drunk a couple of nights after I got back from seeing you and got it out of me somehow. I think he put something in my drink and I talked without even realizing it. He spiked my drink that first time, too, I think. That's how this rotten mess got started. Jack's a bastard. It's not new; he was the same way when we were kids. Oh Bob-I just don't know....
The boy put down his coke bottle. "Damn-I don't see how things could get in such a mess. What about the girl-how does she fit in?"
Jill shrugged. "You can probably guess. He wants her for his stable, too. I suppose he figured she was ripe, considering her affair with Tom, and he's probably right. I had to get her over here for him. She seemed frightened at first, mostly of me, I think, but unless I'm wrong her resistance to him is strictly a front. I think she's really ready to do anything he wants. God, Bob-he's got everything going his way. At this stage there's not a thing we can do without blowing the whole thing wide open, and he knows it So I don't see any choice for us...."
Bob's face was clouded. He had to agree with his mother; there seemed to be no practical solution to the dilemma. But he was curious about one angle....
"Mom, I never have really understood what Jack's bag is. I mean he's not just ... well, just charging the people he makes you see, is he?"
Jill looked at her son across the table. "I don't know, Bob. I don't understand that exactly, either. I don't think he is-I mean I don't believe he's just taking money directly for my ... services. But obviously he's got an angle somewhere-he's not giving me to them out of friendliness. It doesn't make much difference-he's made a whore out of me no matter how you look at it."
"Mom! Damn it, don't talk like that-you're not a whore, and you never will be. You can't help the things he's making you do...."...." so I just decided to wait on you and your mother, Bob. Considerate of me, wasn't it? But I knew you two wouldn't want to be left out...." Jack paused and grinned at the pretty, nude girl by his side on the bed. "Thing is, it was a little rough on Kathy while we waited for Jill to give you the word. She wanted to suck my prick and I made her wait. Of course I let her amuse herself while we waited. Tell Bob how you amused yourself, honey."
The young girl turned toward Bob and Jill as they stood beside the bed. Her smile was unforced and she did not hesitate. "Jack's right-I did want to suck his prick. He's got a prettier one that anybody else I've seen except your husband, Mrs. Evans. Anyway, he wouldn't let me suck it because he said he'd come too quick, but he did let me kiss it and lick it a little. I kissed his balls, too, and took 'em in my mouth for a minute." Kathy paused and smiled sweetly at Jill. "Do you like to do that, Mrs. Evans? I haven't done it very much, but I get a ride out of it. You probably do it, because it was your husband that taught me to suck balls. I'd never thought of it till he showed me. What about Bob? Have you sucked his nuts, too?"
Jill listened to the impudent questions with growing anger. The little bitch was adding insult to injury....
"Easy, sis." Jack's voice cut off the angry reply that Jill was about to make to the nude girl on the bed. "Take it easy-Kathy don't mean anything by what she says. She just talks frank as hell. She has raised a point, though ... have you ever sucked Bob's balls?"
The man's question fired Bob's anger. "Jack, damn it, you can't talk that way to my mother. She may be your sister, but I won't take any more crap like that off you. I...."
The man turned an icy stare on his nephew. His voice was low, but it interrupted the boy's distressed ramblings easily. "Turn it off, Bobby. You got to get some things straight, boy. The first thing is that I'm runnin' this show and I can do any damn thing I want to. You wanna see what I mean? For instance, how about this little thing of suckin' nuts-you seemed to get all upset when I asked her whether she'd ever sucked yours. Now, boy-that's no way to act. Fact is, I bet she can suck balls. How'd you like to see her suck mine? I'll let her show you, then maybe suck yours if you want her to...."
"Jack, damn you...."
"Bob-honey, take it easy." The distraught boy felt his mother's hand on his arm as his hatred for his uncle grew. Jill moved close to her son and spoke quietly in his ear. "Don't do anything, Bob. It wouldn't work, Jack will use the pictures if he's pushed. I have to go along with him. Please, honey...."
Jack grinned at the boy. "Your mother's got a lot more sense than you do, kid. You better cool off and take things easy unless you want more trouble than you can handle. For you and her both, boy. You want to keep in mind that I got some real interesting pictures of my dear sister in action, and I also know all about your little session with her. Now, as far as I'm concerned that was real sweet. Shows real affection between mother and son when they fuck, I think. Trouble is some other people might not think so. Your father, for one. You get the picture, don't you boy?"
Jill's hand felt the tenseness of the muscles in Bob's arm as she restrained him. "Bob, please. Don't make things any worse. I know how you feel, but there's nothing we can do. He's got us. Just ... well, try to cooperate...."
Kathy's amused voice broke into the strained conversation. "Sure, Bob, just cooperate. Why not? Hell, you've got a good deal going for you. You get to fuck your mother, and maybe me, too, if you're real lucky." She paused as she turned to look at Jack. "Honey, you said something about having Mrs. Evans suck your balls. I'd like to see that, and I'll bet Bobby will, too, if he'll admit it. Why don't you have her go ahead and do it?"
The man grinned and looked down at his penis, now only partially erect as it protruded from his trousers. He was still fully dressed as he rec-lined on the bed beside the nude girl.
"Kathy, baby, you got something there. Look at my poor prick-it's gone soft since you let it go. You really want to see Jill get it hard again?"
The girl giggled. "Oh, please. I want to see Mrs. Evans eat prick. And remember, she's supposed to suck your nuts, too ... like I did. Let her do it, Jack ... please."
The man looked up at his sister as she stood beside the bed. His grin widened as he folded his hands behind his head and stretched his body. "Well, sis, you heard Kathy, and I guess we better do what she wants. She is a guest in your house, isn't she?"
Jill made no reply as her eyes involuntarily went to her brother's exposed penis and testicles. The shaft was slowly expanding and stiffening under the stimulus of lewd conversation.
"Like the looks of it, sis? You seemed to like it the other day. But don't pay any attention to my prick right now; what I want is for you to suck my balls a little. Hell, we've had enough talk; I want some action. Kneel down by the side of the bed, sis, and ... no, it'll be better for you to get on the bed. Get on your knees between my legs. Just like you're gonna give me a blow job, except hold my prick up out of the way while you eat my nuts. Sound good to you?"
"Wonderful."
The sarcasm and hatred in Jill's voice was not lost on her brother, but his own voice reflected only amusement. "Glad you're so enthusastic, Jill. Tell you what, we ought to get those clothes off of you before we start our little party. Kathy's the only one properly undressed for the occasion. Come to think of it, I bet Bob'd like the honors. How about that, boy? You want to undress your mom before she sucks my balls?"
Bob saw the pleading look on Jill's face as he tried to control his temper. She had the right attitude, of course; resistance to the man's perverted demands could only cause more trouble. And the idea of undressing his lovely mother would have appealed to him, under other circumstances. It was just that....
"Darling, please. Don't you want to undress me?"
His mother's plea overpowered all of Bob's reluctance. He knew perfectly well that the question was intended merely to sooth him and insure his cooperation in a situation that she really resented as much as he did. But, whatever the reason, his lovely mother was asking him to undress her and that pleasant prospect was hard to ignore. Well, hell-she was probably right. There was no way they could fight it, so maybe the thing to do was make it as enjoyable as possible....
"Okay, Mom. Whatever you say...."
Jill flashed him a brief smile of relief as his eyes dropped to her thrusting breasts.
"Go on, Bobby-feel 'em. Then you can play with 'em when you get her clothes off...."
Jack's words no longer irritated the boy; he welcomed the slight excuse that they gave him to follow his impulses. He moved a little closer to Jill and finally, after only a brief hesitation, raised his hands to cup the full mounds. The flesh was soft but firm beneath a thin blouse and bra....
Jill's hands came up to press Bob's more firmly to her bosom. She destroyed her own inhibitions, hoping to breach his at the same time. "Your hands feel good, darling. You make my nipples get hard right away. Can you feel them?"
Bob nodded, now unconcerned by the two spectators on the bed. "I think so. I mean I know I feel your nipples and I think I can tell they're harder than they were. Damn, Mom-you've got the prettiest tits I've ever seen...."
Jack laughed. "That's the boy, Bobby. Every son ought to be loyal to his mother like you are. I admit you got a point, though-Jill's tits are about the best I've run across. Go on get 'em out."
The boy was already engaged in that pleasant task; in a moment he had her blouse off and her bra unhooked. As he had done the first time in his apartment, he stood behind her and reached under her arms to cup the heavy breasts in his hands for a moment before he finally pulled the cups off of their tender contents.
The sight of Jill Evans' gloriously nude bosom impressed even the somewhat insolent young girl on the bed. Kathy's voice reflected her feelings. "Gee ... gosh, Mrs. Evans, you do have pretty boobs. I knew they were big, but I thought they'd hang down to your belly button like my mom's do. But yours don't sag any more than mine do-not enough to matter, anyway...."
The sight of his mother's partially nude body and the lewd conversation made Bob rush the rest of his chore. He reluctantly abandoned her breasts and quickly completed his task of disrobing his pretty mother. In a moment Jill's clothes, except for her garter belt and hose, lay on the floor around her slim ankles, and the attention of the other three fascinated people now centered on the pink lips of her vagina, which were visible in the nest of soft curls that were her pubic hair.
"Nice ... real nice. Sis, you're prime stuff, no doubt about that. That pussy of yours would put a hard on any male from eight to eighty. Come to think of it, I was probably about eight when I started gettin' stiff from looking at you ... An speakin' of stiffs...." Jack looked down at his own loins as he lay stretched out before his sister, and her eyes followed his to his now erect and obviously ready penis.
He grinned up at his nude sister. "Looks like I'm ready, don't it? Feels like it, too ... Okay, we've had enough talk, let's have a little suckin'. Ball suckin', in this case. You remember what I asked you to do, sis?"
Jill's face reddened, but she nodded as she continued to stare at her brother's slowly waving penis. Finally her eyes went to the bulging sac beneath it that rolled slightly on his thighs with the motion of his erection.
"Well, come on. Let's get with it before Kathy beats you to it. She was doin' pretty good while you and Bobby boy were in the kitchen." He grinned at the young girl propped up on one elbow beside him. That's right, honey? You like to suck my dick and nuts?"
The girl smiled back as she moved one small hand to grasp his waving organ. "That's right lover-I did enjoy eating you. I'll go down on you again if Mrs. Evans doesn't hurry up."
Jack snorted with pleasure. "See there, sis? Kathy really appreciates what I got. I think you're a little spoiled and don't even know it. Anyway, it's time to get with it. Get on the bed on your knees between my legs. Come on-move."
The man's sudden impatience matched Jill's own mood; she realized with a start that she was anxious to go ahead with the task that she had dreaded only minutes before. Hell, maybe she was a slut; who else would want to suck her own brother's testicles? And with her own son, watching at that....
But Jill forced such thoughts from her mind as she climbed onto the bed and moved to a position between Jack's spread legs. She once more used her all-purpose excuse; the thought that had been so useful lately. And, hell-it was true enough. She told herself again that she had no choice, and that the sooner she got the ordeal over with the easier it would be....
"Okay, Jill. You must be about the prettiest big sister a boy ever had. The sexiest, too, now that you're learning a few things. Now-take my prick and hold it against my belly so it won't be in your way. Then lick my balls a little and then suck 'em into your mouth. You may be able to get both of 'em in your mouth at one time; I don't know. Just go easy with 'em-family jewels, and all that you know...."
Jill was now staring intently at her brother's bag as she grasped his penis in one hand and slowly bent it up so that it lay along his belly. Her other hand moved to his testicles and, after only the briefest hesitation, cupped the wrinkled sac in her small, white fingers. She could feel the two mounds of hardness roll under her touch.
Jack's body stiffened slightly as he closed his eyes under the stimulus of his sister's hand. "God, Jill-you come on strong. Even just your hands...." His eyes opened as he stared down at her flushed face. "Okay, go ahead. Lick my balls a little and then suck 'em. Hold on to my prick but don't jack it any. I'll probably come sooner than I want to anyway...."
Jill retreated into the fog of mental lust that had become so familiar in the last few weeks. She no longer dreaded the act being forced on her; she would now have protested vigorously if the opportunity had been suddenly withdrawn. The pretty woman on her knees between her brother's legs bent lower as her face came close to his crotch. She paused for an instant for a final look at her target, then moved those last inches to bring her full, red lips to the male flesh that she cupped in one hand. That hand pressed his testicles to her mouth and she began to kiss the wrinkled flesh wetly.
"Feels good. Now loss and lick-get your tongue out and use it ... that's it. Feels better yet. You like it too, sis? You like to lick my balls?"
Jill was only dimly aware of the question as she I'll continued her task with increasing enthusiasm. She nodded slightly and made an affirmative gurgling sound in her throat that was muffled by the male flesh on which her tongue worked busily.
Jack's hips hunched involuntarily a time or two as his arousal soared. His sister was just too damn sexy to be endured for long....
"OKAY, SIS-NOW TAKE 'EM IN YOUR MOUTH. ONE AT A TIME TO START WITH ... THERE, YEAH-YEAH, THAT'S IT. EASY DOES IT ... GOD, THAT FEELS GOOD."
The other two people watched intently as brother and sister continued their tableau. Bob was close to the bed and he was startled by a hand on his arm.
"Bob. Bob, I can't take this. You've got to fuck me. Come around here and get on the bed and screw me dog style so we can both watch. Hurry-I've got to have some prick. Come on, damn it...."
Bob turned his head to stare into Kathy's earnest face. She was now on her knees with one hand buried between her legs as the other grasped his arm with an intensity that was almost painful. But what she said made sense-both of them were so aroused from the erotic scene in front of them that they needed relief. And Kathy was a sexy little bitch....
"Hurry up, Bob, I can't wait. Get behind me and get your prick up me. I don't want to come on my fingers. Here, let me get it out. I can tell it's hard...."
But Bob evaded her fingers as he pulled his zipper and released his erect organ. Her touch might end it too soon....
Kathy adjusted her position as Bob sprang onto the bed and moved awkwardly but quickly to a position behind her exposed bottom. He grabbed the half moons of her buttocks roughly and spread them as his fevered eyes searched the valley between them. He saw the tight little opening of her anus but her body curved away so that from his position he could not see the lips of her vagina.
But he could feel them; he sent one hand on a quick and successful exploratory trip between her legs and into the soft and wet area of her femininity. He felt her squirm at his touch.
"Bob, damn it-come on. Don't pet me-fuck me. I want your prick now, not your fingers. Please-give me your prick. I got to be fucked."
The girl's distress was clear and Bob shared it; his body too now demanded immediate relief. He put hands that were not entirely gentle on the girl's soft hips as he grasped her to pull her back towards his loins even as he lunged toward her.
But the initial try was unsuccessful; his penis slid to one side of its goal. "Damn. Kathy, take my prick. You put it in...."
Bob's plea was unnecessary; the girl's hand was already groping for his errant penis. She grasped it quickly and moved it to the entrance to her vagina. There-now get it in. It's in the right place now-go on, damn it, shove it in. You can't fuck me till you get your prick in my pussy. Hurry up and ... ugmh."
Kathy's cry mixed surprise, pleasure, and a little pain as Bob rammed his organ almost viciously into the girl's body. The nearly brutal entry could have been disasterous under less favorable circumstances, but her sheath was well lubricated and ready, and after a moment the ferocity of the coupling was welcome to her aroused body.
"Good ... oh, your prick feels good ... It goes way in deep ... leave it still for a second before you start to ride. God, it feels good ... Bob, look at your mother. I bet she's making Jack feel good, too ..
Kathy's words made Bob think once more of the other act taking place on the bed. He momentarily left his penis motionless at full depth in Kathy's tight young vagina as he looked over her back at the other couple. He shivered from a fresh wave of passion as he saw that his lovely mother, the female who probably had the power to arouse him more than anybody else, was now bestowing her full talent on the body of her brother as she knelt between his legs and bent over his crotch to capture his testicles in her red-lipped mouth. Bob blinked-damn, she had been able to take both nuts in her mouth at one time....
Jill had indeed succeded in fully carrying out her brother's instructions. Made reckless by her own passion and the sounds coming from her son and Kathy as they coupled, the pretty woman had sucked first one and then both of the firm lumps into her warm, wet mouth. She supported herself on one hand while the other held Jack's penis firmly up against his twitching belly. His eyes were closed as he savored the sensations caused by his sister's mouth and tongue on his sensitive buds....
"That's it, sis. That's good. Never really had anybody get both of 'em in their mouth before. Chew on 'em a little ... but go easy, baby. Easy does it...."
"Damn...."
The soft but intense word slipped out of Bob's mouth as, still motionless, he stared at his mother's working mouth and its forbidden contents. Damn, she was sucking his balls like she enjoyed it. She had been forced into it, but ... Bob's eyes were slits as he watched her cheeks hallow and expand as she drew on the big mounds in her mouth.
"God damn it...." The boy's curse was louder now as he continued to stare at the lewd spectacle before him. She had no right to do such a thing to that son-of-a-bitch; she ought to save her talents for him. The moral flaws in his logic were not apparent to the aroused boy; he knew only that the female who meant the most to him was now performing obscenely on another man....
"Bob, lover ... go on. Fuck me, don't just stand there. I need ... oh! Oh, God...."
The boy suddenly seemed to realize that he, too, was coupled to a body capable of giving him relief, even though it was not the body he wanted the most. He abruptly withdrew his penis so fast that he ran a serious risk of emerging completely, then rammed it home with a power that shook the girl's entire body and threatened to flatten her on the bed beneath him. But somehow they avoided the potential pitfalls of their violent action and succeded in establishing a motion that was immediately satisfying to both of them. Bob's strokes were deep and fast, and he rocked on his knees to meet the girl's white buttocks with a power that shook the entire bed. The young girl, inexperienced but with an instinctive talent for sex, quickly began a counterpoint motion of her own hips that magnified the effects of Bob's powerful thrusts. Kathy's eyes closed as the saliva trickled from one corner of her open and gasping mouth, but Bob's eyes stayed open and locked on his mother as she stroked recklessly into the young girl's vagina.
And the intensity of the youngster's love making had to intrude on Jill's consciousness even as her own arousal began to peak from the perverted but erotic act she was performing on her brother. Her eyes opened as she continued to suck his testicles and caress his penis, and she managed to turn her head enough to bring into focus the young girl on her hands and knees with Bob plunging into her vagina from behind with ever increasing speed and intensity. Jill felt a sudden jealously; Bob had no right to have sex with another girl in front of her; she wanted to keep his sweet penis for her own use. After all, she was his mother; she should have first call on his lovely prick....
"Jill, quick. Take my prick in your mouth-I'm about to come. Quick damn it...."
Jack's frantic words finally recaptured Jill's attention. She also sensed his state from the condition of his testicles in her mouth; he was clearly close to completion and for a moment she considered allowing him to come without further attention to his penis....
But such a course of action was not practical, as much as he deserved it. There would be the inevitable and undoubtedly unpleasant repercussions, and her own needs would be less well satisfied. At the moment Jill wanted his penis in her straining mouth.
And so she released his testicles and bent his throbbing penis down toward her waiting lips. The action was taken none too soon; a preliminary little spurt of semen shot out of the hard shaft and hit Jill on one flushed cheek just as the head slipped into her wet mouth. The full ejaculation started immediately and she almost choked on the thick fluid before she was able to swallow and then swallow again....
Only inches away, Jill's son watched her accept her brother's sperm as he plunged savagely into Kathy's stretched vagina. The young girl was almost overcome by the ferocity of Bob's attack, but she accepted it gladly as her own orgasm began.
"Bob! I'm coming-I can feel you shoot! Fuck me, darling-come with me. Oh damn-fuck me, fuck me!"
"I'm fuckin' you, you little bitch! Take it, damn you, take my come. I'm gonna fill that belly of yours full. Fuck back, you slut Let me feel that pussy milk me good...."
Jill could no longer look at her son as she shuddered under the thrusts of Jack's penis in her mouth. One of her hands came up to grasp his testicles again as she instinctively squeezed them to increase the already copious flow of his semen. She could feel the muscular pumping action of his fluid emptied into her brimming mouth. Her own orgasm began as she continued to swallow the warm fluid, and she ran one hand between her legs to find the little bud of her clitoris as her brother pumped more sperm down her throat....
God-if only it were Bob's penis and his semen....
Jack grinned at his suddenly nervous sister. "What's the matter, sis? No point in being bashful at this stage of the game. Bob's seen you in action now, so it's a little late to be embarrassed. Anyway, what the hell-he's already fucked you, so what difference does it make? It's not the last time he'll ever do it either ... Well, you want to go to the bathroom first? No, hell-you ain't got any come in your pussy to leak out on the bed." The man paused as he looked at the three other people on the bed. "Kathy, I guess you got a cuntfull. Go on to the bathroom if you want to. No, hold it a minute."
Jack paused again and looked at his sister with a grin that was even more self-satisified than usual. Jill, along with Bob and Kathy, lay on the bed in near exhaustion from the intensity of the proceeding love making. She looked up at her brother with an instinctive dread.
Jack chuckled. "Don't look at me like that, sis. After all; I'm your favorite brother. I just thought of something you'll like-you seem more eager for Bob's come than mine, so I'm gonna give you a little. It's all ready and waitin', right in Kathy's pussy. What I want is for you to stick a finger or two in her cunt and scoop a little of Bob's come out and eat it. That way you can see whether it's really better than mine. Go ahead-do it before it all leaks out of her pussy...."
Both Jill and Bob were too numbed by previous events to react as positively as would have been the case earlier. They had both almost accepted the hopelessness of the situation, and both mother and son also felt a perverse curosity about the act Jack demanded. Jill had rather have Bob's semen in her mouth than her brother's, and Bob was suddenly struck with a desire to see his mother take his seed into her lovely mouth, even in this second hand fashion. They looked at each other silently for a moment, then, with a little smile, Jill moved to the young girl and stared down at her wet vagina as she lay with her legs slightly separated.
Jill's smile faded but she did not hesitate. She moved one hand between Kathy's thighs and penetrated the slightly open vagina with one finger. After a moment she withdrew it and stared at the wet, sticky mixture of fluids on the finger. Then the smile appeared again as she turned to look into Bob's eyes while she put the finger in her mouth and sucked on it....
CHAPTER SIX
Kathy broke the silence as she looked over at the scowling boy behind the wheel. "Bob-you don't have to give me the silent treatment. This wasn't my idea, you know...."
The comment drew no reply from the boy, and a frown crossed the girl's pretty face. "Damn it, come off it. You act like all of this is my fault. You think I like what we're going to do?"
The question made Bob turn his attention away from the early evening traffic. "Yeah, that's exactly what I think. I think you don't give a damn, as long as you get fucked. What's more, in a way all of this is your fault. If you hadn't been so hot for my dad's cock none of this might have happened...."
Kathy's frown deepened. "Oh, hell. I try to like you, but sometimes you make me sick. You're just like all men, you want to fuck everything you can, then blame it on the girl. I don't think a guilty man was ever born...."
Bob had to grim. "Well, I guess it depends on your point of view. Oh hell, Kathy-I'm not blaming you for what happened between you and Dad. I imagine the truth is he was more than ready to fuck you. But I have an idea you were more than ready for him to do it, too. And I also have a feeling that you did take first step; at least you came to his house, he didn't go to yours. But what the hell-that's all beside the point. It happened, and now we're all in a mess. It's not your fault that Jack got into the act, he's the one that's really got us over the barrel...."
Kathy turned a puzzled face toward her companion. "This is the part I don't really understand. I don't see exactly how he fits into the picture. Oh, I understand he's your mother's brother, and all that, but I'm not sure just how he got control of everybody, and why he's making us do these things."
Bob's face was grim as he slowed for a stop sign. "I'm not sure about all the details myself. I know he's got some pictures of Mom that he's holding over her head, and of course he's gotten to me through her." He paused and turned to the girl as the car stopped. "What about you? He threaten to go to your parents or something?"
Kathy looked straight ahead as she nodded. "Yeah He's got some pictures of me, too, that he took the other night, although I still can't figure out when or how. He must have one of them little tiny cameras like you see on TV. Anyway he's got the pictures, that's for sure." The girl turned to look at Bob as he slid the car into motion. "There's just one more thing I don't understand. I can't figure why your mother let him fuck her in the first place, before he had the pictures. Now don't get sore-I think your mother's nice, even though I know she hates my guts. That's the point-that's why I'm surprised she'd have anything to do with that lousy brother of hers...."
"Mom thinks he drugged her with something. I guess he must have; I know she wouldn't have done anything with him otherwise. Hell, he's her own brother...."
"Yeah, and you're her own son, too...." The girl stopped abruptly as Bob turned toward her. "Oh, I didn't mean that the way it sounded . .
But the boy was past anger; his voice reflected only resignation. "Don't apologise; you've got a point. I don't know, Kathy-I don't know what the hell the score is. I'm sure mom wouldn't have ... well, that we never would have done anything if she hadn't been about out of her skull about the other. But what the hell-there's no use any of us making excuses for ourselves or anybody else in this mess. Not one of us is filly white, so the thing to do is to stop worrying about who's to blame and start figuring a way to get out of it. And that's hard to do because I don't actually know exactly what we're in-I mean what Jack's angle really is. I know he's pretty well making whores out of us, but I don't know why. I know he's not just taking money for our services. At least I don't think that's it...."
The young girl at Bob's side shivered in the early evening chill. "Gee, I'm cold. Would you mind turning the heater on a little?" Once again she turned to look at him, and this time her expression reflected none of her usual fresh assurance. "Bob, I ... well, I guess I'm scared. I try to act like I'm not, but I am. I ... I've never done anything like this before. I feel like a ... a whore, and I don't like it. Golly, I wish I'd never gotten into this. I'll admit I was hot for your dad, but I never thought...."
For the first time Bob felt some compassion for the young girl beside him. It was suddenly obvious that most of her slightly obnoxious attitude was actually a cover for self-doubt and insecurity. One of his hands went to her soft thigh below her micro-mini skirt. "You don't have to be scared, Kathy. I'm not sure what these people want, but it's just sex. Maybe we'll even enjoy it, at least physically. I'm a little puzzled, too ... Jack said it's a man and his wife we're going to see. Well, hell-it'll take a good bit to surprise me from now on...."
"Martini okay for you, Bob?"
"That's fine, Mr. ... Brown. Sounds like what I need...."
The man behind the bar chuckled. "That's good, because I think you and Kathy are what we need." He turned to the young girl who sat nervously on one end of the motel suite's couch. "How about you, honey? Martini okay, or you want something else?" He paused and ran his eyes appreciately over her figure.
"Maybe you're to young to drink, come to think of it. I sure wouldn't want to corrupt a sweet young thing like you. Of course fucking is different; I don't think that could corrupt anybody. You agree Kathy?"
The pretty but nervous girl made herself smile. "I ... I guess you're right. I would like to have a martini, though...."
The man's chuckle exploded again. "Right about what, sweetheart? You mean about fucking? You're not afraid of the word, are you? Hell. you're here so I can fuck your cunt with my prick, aren't you? Let me hear you say it."
Kathy swallowed as she looked quickly at Bob for some sort of support that he could not really give her. He shrugged imperceptably and the increasingly nervous girl turned back to the middle-aged, balding man with the lewd grin. "Yes, I ... that's what I'm here for, Mr. Brown."
The man's grin faded in displeasure. "Damn it, you know what I want to hear you say. What the hell's the matter with you? You gonna be a difficult little pussy?"
Kathy fought back a tear as she realized that she had no recourse from the man's vulgarity. It would clearly be best not to further aggravate him....
"I don't want to be difficult, Mr. Brown. Like you said I'm here so ... so you can fuck me. So you fuck my cunt with your prick. There-is that what you wanted to hear?"
Part of the man's grin returned as he came from behind the bar and approached the pretty girl with a drink in both hands. "That's okay for starters. There are other things too, you know. For instance, I may use your mouth more than your cunt. How are you at sucking pricks? You like to swallow a man's come when he shoots in your mouth?"
"Howard, that's not fair. You're embarrassing Kathy, and I don't blame...."
"I'm not the least bit interested in what you blame or don't blame, Susan." The man turned angrily toward the woman who had been almost silent since the young couple's arrival. Bob looked at the man's wife closely for the first time; he was a little surprised to realize that she was much younger than her husband, probably not much over thirty. She had what appeared to be a good figure, and her face was reasonably pretty, but her expression made her seem tired and less attractive than she actually was. Bob began to suspect that she had little stomach for her husband's current activities....
The man seemed unduly annoyed with his wife. "Susan, sometimes I think you're not capable of learning a damn thing. I don't know why I let you participate in a party like this; I suppose it's because I always hope that some strange prick will loosen you up and make you see things the way they are. But you never change, never learn. I wonder if you'll even come when Bob fucks you. Or if you even want to be fucked, for that matter. How about that, anyway? Do you want this young man to fuck you, Susan?"
The woman's reply was low, but she did not blush or hesitate. "I want to do whatever you want me to, darling. I...."
"Oh God damn. You females are all alike, and you're worse than Kathy because you know what I want to hear. Now-tell me exactly what you want Bob to do to you...."
The woman's face was expressionless as she began to reply that Bob knew was wholly for her husband's benefit. "I want Bob to fuck me. I want to have him put his prick in me and fuck me like you do, Howard. I'll be glad to have him do it, because I know how much you enjoy watching me get fucked. Maybe you can have Kathy suck your prick while you watch so you can have a come in her mouth when I come from Bob's nice prick up my cunt..
The man seemed only partly satisfied with his wife's response. "Nice prick? How do you know that he's got a nice prick? Have you seen it?"
Bob and Kathy listened to the odd and vulgar exchange between the man and his wife with growing distaste and concern. Bob began to realize that the man was not entirely normal, even by the loose standards of his own recent experience. But there was little he could do except take things as they came. He felt a little sorry for Kathy when he looked at her flushed face....
Then the man's strident voice recaptured Bob's attention. " ... ought to be a little bit more humble. That's the trouble with all women-they don't know their place. You agree with me, Susan? You ought to learn your place, but you never do. Am I right?"
His wife nodded in a perfunctory way. "You're right, darling. Anything you say...."
The man nodded. "You bet I'm right. Think you need a little lesson in humility. Let's see...." He paused as he once more looked at Bob and Kathy. " ... maybe that'll teach you something, although I doubt it. But we'll try it ... Alright, Susan, I've decided what you'll do to show your place. Are you willing?"
The woman nodded woodenly. "I told you, Howard-anything you say."
"Okay. What I think I'll have you do is lick Kathy's ass. In fact you better tongue-fuck her asshole a little. You can suck her pussy, too, but I want your main effort on her asshole. That sound good to you?"
"Wonderful, Howard. Wonderful...."
Bob looked closely at the man as he waited for an outburst triggered by his wife's subtle but obvious sarcasm. But for some reason the outburst failed to come, and the boy found himself even more puzzled by the strange couple who were his uncle's clients.
The man's attention seemed to have focused entirely on Kathy, and in this respect at least Bob decided that he was normal enough. The boy found himself oddly aroused by the coming scene between the two women. Kathy was an infinitely sexy little thing, and the older woman seemed also to have a promising body. Well, what the hell-the thing to do was to relax and enjoy what would have to be an interesting evening....
And the tableau organized by the man seemed to bear out Bob's conclusion. He took full charge of the proceedings as he turned once more, still with his curiously flat grin, to the pretty fifteen year old girl.
"Stand up, Kathy, so Susan and I can see you. I'll say one thing for you kids-I don't agree with a lot of the things you do, but I'm all for the mini-skirt. Especially when the girl's legs are as pretty as your legs and tits, if that's all you I'm seeing ..
Kathy had recovered some of her composure. She felt a surge of returning confidence as once more she basked in the satisfaction of her power over an adult male. I'm glad you like my breasts, Mr. Brown. It's all me you're seeing; I don't even have a bra on, much less falsies ... I've never needed them since I was eleven..
"Eleven ... damn, you kids do mature fast these days. I bet you were fucking by twelve ... Who fucked you first, Kathy? If he's got any sense it was your father. I know I couldn't have a pretty little cunt like you around the house without screwing it...."
"Oh, Howard, don't ask her that. A girl doesn't like to...."
Her husband's look stopped the woman. "God, Susan, you're flat impossible. You never learn a thing; I'm surprised you can read and write. Get up and come over here. I've got to get that tongue of yours occupied some way before it drives us all crazy. Move, damn it-get your ass over here!"
Bob watched the woman move quickly to do her husband's bidding. He got a better look at her figure as she walked; it was extremely good for a woman of her age. Bob wondered idly whether she would prove to be as untalented at love making as her husband's attitude suggested....
And then the man's actions brought Bob's attention to a focus on the immediate scene. "Okay, Susan, stand here in front of Kathy for a minute so she can see what land of a woman is going to suck her ass. What do you think of her, Kathy? She's really not too bad, although she sure as hell doesn't have the fresh charm of a girl your age. How do you like her figure? Go ahead, feel her ... see how her tits compare to yours. I can tell you one difference-she sure as hell has to wear a brassiere. Her boobs are so big they'd hang down to her cunt by now if she hadn't been wearing one. As it is, they don't really sag too damn much, I guess ... Go on, get 'em, if you want to . .
The pretty young girl found herself fascinated by the turn of events. Though she had no real tendencies toward lesbianism, Kathy was interested in the bodies of other females and she found herself particularly intrigued by the mature but well formed figure of the woman before her. The girl had never really had an opportunity to examine an adult woman before, and she was curious and excited....
Kathy looked at the woman's breasts as she moved closer. She hesitated for a moment, then with a quick somewhat guilty glance up into the woman's eyes, brought her hands up to touch and then lightly cup the full mounds of the heavy but out-thrust breasts. The contact, even through clothes, sent an unexpected thrill through the intent girl....
The reaction was not missed by the man. "Well, Kathy, you must like my wife's boobs. I can see why you would; they are pretty nice. Maybe I've just had 'em too long to really appreciate 'em any more." He paused and grinned at his wife as she stood quietly and submitted to Kathy's fondling. "You know, honey, it's been a long time since I fucked your tits. When was it, anyway? About a year ago?"
The woman looked down at Kathy's working hands as she replied. "Longer than that, darling. About three years, unless you count that time at Ethel's party...."
The man laughed. "Yeah, that was a blast, that party. Somebody fucked you dog fashion while I screwed your tits, didn't they? I can't remember too much about it ... hell, it doesn't matter anyway .. " He turned again to Kathy. "Well, I want to know what you think, baby. Give me the female slant on my wife's tits."
Kathy stilled her hands and looked at the man. "I think they're beautiful, Mr. Brown. At least from what I can tell like this ... I hope mine are as pretty when I'm her age...."
The man seemed suddenly dissatisfied with the lack of progress. "Hell, we got too much conversation and not enough action. Susan, you get your little chore over so we can get down to business. Bob and I haven't had a thing yet. Go on-get with it. Lick her ass and bugger her a little with your tongue...."
Bob noticed that the woman's face whitened somewhat. It was apparent that she had no desire to perform the task assigned by her husband, but it was equally obvious that she would not resist his desires. The boy found himself wondering again about the basic relationship between this strange couple....
But such thoughts gave way to a direct interest in the act at hand. Without any apparent hesitation the older woman took the iniative as she smiled faintly and put her hands on Kathy's shoulders. "Well, Kathy, well have to do what he says. You should enjoy it; you're strictly on the receiving end this time. I think it would be best for both of us to undress completely."
Her husband agreed. "Yeah, I want both of you to strip. And just go ahead and do it; don't make a big deal out of it this time. Come on-let's see some skin. Better yet, some tittie and pussy...."
The two females drew slightly apart but continued to stare at each other as they disrobed. Bob found his attention drawn to the older woman; he had, after all, already seen Kathy's beautiful young body. And his attention was well rewarded; Susan's figure was better than he had expected. Full and mature, she carried her well developed flesh gracefully and with few visible signs of the encroachment of age. It suddenly dawned on Bob that she was really fairly young; probably she was barely past the age of thirty that seemed to have such an effect on trustworthiness.
His eyes narrowed as Susan reached behind her back to release the catches of her bra and spill her heavy and sensous breasts into freedom. The full globes swung and quivered in a way that reminded him of Jill ... although this woman was far from being as beautiful as his mother....
This line of thought produced a quick stab of mild guilt and Bob hurriedly refocused his attention on the increasingly nude woman in front of him. She was well worth any man's attention....
"How you like her, Bob? For an old woman she's pretty choice pussy, isn't she?" Brown's booming voice made Bob nod and start to reply.
"Hey, this little cunt you brought me is first class stuff, too. It's hard to believe she's just fifteen. God, look at those little cunt lips peepin' out at you. You ever seen a prettier shade of pink?" The man's question made Bob turn slightly to look at Kathy; she was a pretty sight....
But the boy could not keep his eyes off the charms of the older woman. He felt his penis begin to harden and expand in his trousers as the old, familiar feeling swept through his loins. At least the doubts he had had about the attractiveness of his partner for the evening had been unfounded. On the ride over he had wondered whether it would be hard to force himself to have sex with an older woman. Only one thing about the situation now seemed hard, and he would have to pull that out of his trousers before long
* * *
But the first act had been assigned to the females, and Bob and the man found themselves in the roles of impatient but interested spectators. Susan and Kathy were both nude now, and they looked at each other's body appreciately.
"Gee, Mrs. Brown, you have a lovely figure. Your breasts are so big and nice ... I thought-well, I really thought that they'd sag a lot, but they don't Golly, I wish my boobs were as big as yours...."
The woman laughed. "They probably will be Kathy. I think yours will get a lot bigger yet, and most women would be glad to have them just like they are now. Are they very sensitive? Your nipples, I mean-does it get to you for a man to suck them?"
"Oh yes-yes, it does. Especially the left one. For some reason it's more sensitive than the other one. Have you ever heard of that before?"
The woman laughed again as the females seemed to forget the presence of their interested spectators. She moved closer to Kathy and again brought her hands up to cup the girl's trim young breasts.
'Yes, I have. My sister said one of her nipples was more sensitive than the other. I forget which one it is, but she had her husband sleep on the side of the bed that makes him seem to suck on that tit the most."
Kathy giggled as she covered the woman's hands with her own. 'I never thought of that, but I guess it does make a difference, doesn't it? The thing is I've never had a chance to really sleep with a man. I mean actually spend all night in bed with him. I guess there are a lot of little things that you miss when you just fuck like I have so far...."
"Very interesting, but I told you two a while ago that I wanted less talk and more action. You did hear me, Susan, didn't you?"
The smile on his wife's face faded slightly but did not disappear as she once more succumbed to the man. "Yes, Howard, I heard you. I told you I'd do whatever you wanted ..
"Well, damn it, quit talking about it and do it. I'm about to decide you're stalling, and for your sake I don't want to come to that conclusion. You may remember what happened the last time that happened...."
Bob watched the woman quiver slightly. It was obvious that she did remember, and that recollection was not a pleasant one. She turned again to Kathy, who had stood silently through the exchange between husband and wife. Kathy seemed to have overcome her previous nervousness, and Bob sensed that she looked forward to the coming events with eager anticipation. Damn, she was getting quite an education for a fifteen year old....
"On the couch, darling. I'll start by licking your cunt a little, then you can turn around and get on your knees so I can get to your bottom. I'll try to make it nice for you."
The woman took Kathy's small hand and led her the few steps to the couch. She pressed the pretty girl gently down into a sitting position as Bob and the man moved in close to watch the proceedings. Kathy looked suddenly almost out of place as she stared up at the men while she kept her pretty young legs primly together.
"Darling, relax. Spread your legs so I can get to your pussy...." Susan's voice was soft and reassuring as she dropped to her knees in front of the seated girl. Bob found the woman puzzling; she was clearly performing only at her husband's insistance, and yet it was hard to escape the feeling that she was looking forward to the perverted acts that he had demanded of her. Well, hell-either way the show would be an interesting one....
That's better. Spread a little more so I can kneel right between them. Kathy, your skin is so soft and smooth ... It feels good just to touch it." The woman's hands traced little patterns over the white flesh as she spoke softly.
"It feels good to have you touch me like that, Mrs. Brown. I...."
"Susan, darling. Call me Susan. Formality seems a little out of place, since I'm about to suck your cunt and asshole. And speaking of your cunt ... Kathy, it's lovely. Because it's so young, I guess, but it's simply exquisite." The woman on her knees between the legs of the seated teen-age girl laughed and smiled up at her. "That probably sounds like I'm a lesbian, and I'm not. I don't think I'm really even bisexual, because basically I strongly prefer men. But I suppose I could be called versatile; living with Howard would make any woman that way..
The man standing behind her snorted. I'll assume that was a compliment. But I'm gonna raise hell if you don't turn off this eternal yapping and use that overworked tongue of yours for something better. Get with it; I want to see that tongue in her cunt and then her asshole."
And finally the flow of conversation did cease. The woman's eyes returned to the succulent young femininity so enticingly displayed before her and after a moment her hands went to the inner surfaces of Kathy's spread thighs to begin to knead little patterns in the firm flesh as they worked slowly inward toward the apex of the girl's sex....
Bob saw both of the females tremble slightly in reaction to an act that had barely begun. Kathy closed her eyes and muttered something that he could not understand, then opened them again to stare down at the hands on her inner thighs that were causing such a powerful reaction from their light touch....
But the touch was an experienced and effective one. Kathy quivered again as the fingers found the lips of her wet, pouting vagina and caressed them softly. The aroused girl threw her head back and spread her legs wider. "Oh, God ... your fingers drive me up the wall. Please, put one in my pussy. Finger fuck me for a little, anyway...."
Susan's voice was low and Bob could barely hear her reply. "Alright, darling. Your little cunny is delicious, like everything about you. You reach down and spread the lips for me, dearest...."
The girl began to moan softly with her eyes closed as she complied. Bob shifted slightly for a better view as the young girl brought both hands to her crotch, and after a brief moment of hesitation, pulled the pink lips of her wet vagina apart in invitation to the older woman's fingers. Susan seemed to accept the invitation willingly; one and then two fingers from her right hand slipped between the pretty lips and into the humid depths of Kathy's fenrininity. The fingers of her left hand began a short trip downward beyond the eager vagina to a second orfice that was smaller but also sensitive.
"Oh! Oh, golly ... that feels so funny. I ... I never had anybody put a finger there ... Are you-are you really going to ... to finger fuck my asshole?"
Susan was leaning forward now as she tried to see the young treasures at her fingertips. 'I'm going to finger-bugger you, then I'm going to suck your little asshole, Kathy. I have to do it, but I don't mind. I think your whole body is sweet and pretty, and I'll be glad to put my tongue in your bum, darling . .
Bob felt his penis surge again as he listened to the woman's gentle, but vulgar words. The whole scene seemed unreal to the aroused boy, but the two beautifully nude women before him were real enough. He suddenly wished that Brown-would end the preliminaries so that he could relieve his need in the body of the man's wife, as was apparently planned. And yet Bob was fascinated by the scene between the two women and did not want it to end ...
"Alright, Susan, get on with it. Suck her cunt now, and then her asshole. I want to see you use your tongue." Brown's words made Bob think that the man shared his views.
But the women seemed now to be in a world of their own; for the first time Susan ignored her husband's words, and Bob knew that she had probably not even heard him. In any case her own instincts seemed to parallel the man's, and after a brief further exploration of Kathy's vagina and anus with her fingers Susan withdrew them and plunged both of them into her mouth. She seemed to savor the intimate fluids of the girl's young body....
Kathy had not been prepared for the sudden withdrawal of pleasure giving fingers. "Oh! Oh, gee, why did you ..Her eyes popped open and she seemed startled to see that the woman now had the fingers in her mouth. "Golly Mrs. Brown-Susan-it seems funny ... Do you-well, I mean do you really like to suck your fingers after they've been in my ... my pussy and asshole?"
The woman looked at Kathy and smiled as she slowly drew the fingers from her red lips. "Yes, darling-I like your taste. Now I'm going to taste you a little more directly. Here-scoot forward a little more so I can get to you better...."
The male audience watched attentively as Kathy moved nearer the edge of the couch and spread her pretty young legs even farther. Without further delay the woman leaned forward and pressed her face to the wet curls of Kathy's vibrant mound. She moved her head from side to side for a moment as she teased Kathy's vaginal lips with her nose, then with a little moan of passion shot her eager tongue between those lips and into the succulent channel of Kathy's girlhood.
"Oh, God!"
Kathy's hands locked around the woman's head as they pulled her tightly into the streaming crotch. The girl's legs lifted involuntarily and quivered from the intensity of her need. That need was being met in a way that was new to her, by the tongue of another female in her vagina....
But this phase was to be a brief one; before Kathy could fully respond to the stimulus Susan withdrew her wet face from the teenager's loins and smiled up at her protesting face.
"Oh, please ... please. I was about to come. You shouldn't have stopped. Please suck me off. I want to come...."
"You'll come, darling; IT! see to it But I have to do it another way. I'm going to bugger you with my tongue now, Kathy. If your little asshole is as sensitive as I think it is you'll come without any trouble. If it's not I'll suck your cunt again, or something...." The woman paused as she looked down at Kathy's squirming body. "Let's see ... I guess you can put your legs over my shoulders ... No, I think it'll be better for you to turn around so I can get to you better. Get on your hands and knees, darling, with your sweet little bottom toward me. Hurry, I'm as hot as you are...."
Kathy gave a little squeal as she scrambled to the new position. In a moment she was on hands and knees with her small but lush bottom pointed at the kneeling woman and the men standing behind her. The trio paused, motionless, for a brief interval while they enjoyed the visual pleasures offered to them by the girl's young curves.
"Please ... please, I'm so damn hot. Aren't you going to ... do what you said? Please-bring me off. Suck my asshole, or my pussy or something...."
"Don't worry, darling, I'm going to give you what you want...." Susan's voice was strained with her own need. She moved a little closer to the waiting, twitching buttocks and finally brought her hands up to take possession of the firm flesh. Her fingers toyed with the white globes for a minute, then slowly spread the halves to reveal the intimate crevice between them.
"Damn...."
The softly spoken word surprised Bob; it had come from the man at his side. Brown was now obviously captivated by the succulent young flesh before him, as any normal male had to be. Bob was no less affected; the fact that he was already familiar with Kathy's charms in no way diminished the impact of the present but infinitely sensuous scene.
And the woman seemed more aroused by her enforced task than anybody else. Bob sensed that the act was far from distasteful to her as she continued to fondle the flesh of Kathy's spread buttocks while her eyes roved over the crease between them.
"Kathy, baby-your ass as sweet Bend forward a little more so I can get to your little bum hole better. That's it-good. Now reach back and keep your cheeks spread for me if you can...."
The girl moaned quietly as she lowered her swaying breasts to the surface of the couch and supported herself on her chest to free her hands. She reached around her hips to take over the job of holding her buttocks apart.
With her hands now free, Susan began to trace a pattern down the little crease with one finger. The finger stopped at the puckered aperture that was Kathy's anus, then began to probe and push at the sensitive flesh.
"OhI Oh, golly-that feel's so funny. I ... go ahead, it doesn't hurt. Can you ... well, can you play with my cunny, too?"
Susan laughed. "I can and I will. I need to get my finger nice and wet anyway before I put it up your bottom, and I can't think of a nicer place to do it than in your little pussy. God, Kathy-you're about the wettest little thing I've ever seen. Most girls aren't that wet when they come...."
The girl's bottom quivered as she replied. "I ... I guess I do get awfully wet. I don't know why, I just do. But it makes it easier sometimes when a boy fucks me...."
It's going to make it easier for you now, too. Of course Howard will have to use some vaseline if he cornholes you, but your own juice will be plenty for my fingers, I think. There ... that doesn't hurt, does it?"
Kathy squirmed under the finger that probed an entry to her aroused rectum and stopped at the first knuckle. "I ... no, it doesn't hurt. I've had ... well, actually a couple of boys have had a finger in me there while they fucked me. One joker made me get on top and face his feet so he could finger fuck my asshole while I rode his prick. I didn't really like that too much ... oh God!"
Bob leaned closer as he watched the finger slip into the girl to the second joint. The single slim, feminine finger seemed to stretch Kathy's little anus and Bob wondered how she could ever accommodate Brown's penis if he decided to use her in that way. Bob felt his own penis throb and he realized in surprise that he had been unconsciously rubbing the rigid shaft with the palm of his hand....
"Alright, darling-relax your bottom for me. The muscles-relax all your muscles so your little asshole will be easy to get in." Susan's voice was low but intense as she talked to the girl in front of her. "Just relax-it'll feel good. I'm going to slip another finger up you ... Honey, don't wiggle your bottom so much...."
Kathy's voice was muffled. "I ... I can't help it. I'm about to come. Oh God-fuck my pussy deeper! I'm almost there...."
But the older woman chose another route. She rather quickly pulled her fingers from the girl's wet orfices and rested her hands on the threshing buttocks as she waited for Kathy's predictable reaction.
The reaction came immediately. "Susan! Oh, damn-why did you ... oh, God why did you pull out?"
I'm sorry, darling." The woman's voice tried to sound reassuring as she petted the quivering flesh. "I just didn't want you to come on my fingers. Don't worry, I'm going to give you a come. Remember, I've got to give you a tongue buggering. I think that'll give you a better climax than my fingers would...."
Kathy's flushed face peered around one thigh as she tried to see the woman behind her. "Alright-okay. Do it. Please, do it. Suck me, if you're going to. Please-I can't wait. God, I've got to have a come .. J
"Yeah, go ahead, Susan. The little girl needs a come. We all do, for that matter, so get with it and get this over with so we can go on to other things. I don't want to think you're stalling...."
Susan did not look back at her husband as her hands and eyes stayed on the lush buttocks of the girl kneeling in front of her. "Don't worry, Howard you're going to get to see my tongue in her asshole. The funny thing is I really don't mind. You thought this up as a sort of punishment for me, but Kathy's so young and sweet that I don't mind sucking her bum."
Without waiting for a further reaction from her husband, Susan leaned forward and brought her face to Kathy's buttocks. There was no hesitation now; the woman seemed as anxious as the girl....
Bob moved slightly as he tried to keep the area of action in view. He could barely see Susan's pointed tongue as she licked up and down the crevice between the fleshy buttocks that were held apart by Kathy's own hands. And then Bob saw the pink tongue pause and test the little ring of the girl's aroused rectum.
"Go on, Susan-please. I've got to have it up me now. And please-put a finger back in my cunny. Golly, I'll go out of my skull if I don't get a come. Please-come on. I need it!"
And Susan did. Finally she performed the act that her husband had demanded of her as a sort of chastisement but which she now did willingly-she moved her head still closer to Kathy's throbbing bottom and forced the tip of her tongue into the mysterious entrance to the girl's rectum even as she once again ran a finger into the dripping vagina just ahead of it.
"Oh damn-I never...."
"God damn it, I'm not gonna wait. Get out of the way, Susan...." The gruff male voice interrupted Kathy's exclamation of pleasure and surprised the two busy females. Brown put a hand on his wife's nude shoulder and pulled her roughly away from the kneeling girl's exposed bottom. Bob looked at him to see that he had exposed his penis and held it firmly in one hand as he pushed his startled wife aside with the other hand. In an instant he had taken her place behind Kathy, but he obviously intended to enjoy her waiting charms in a different and more conventional manner....
"Alright, Kathy, you want to come, I'm gonna give you one. Like to cornhole you, but it'd take too long to get in your asshole. Reach between your legs and put my prick in your cunt I'm gonna give you a good old dog style fuck. Come on, damn it-thought you were in such a hurry...."
The confused girl finally understood the change in plans and she moaned in assent as she ran one hand back between her legs to find his huge, waving penis. The search was a short one, and in a moment she clasped the hard shaft and pulled it almost viciously toward her dripping vagina.
"Oh yes-fuck me. God, I need it. Fuck me. Hurry! Jam your prick up me. Fuck me-fuck me...."
Bob was in a kind of sexual haze as he watched the man lunge forward to make his entry. He saw Brown grasp Kathy's white hips and pull her back until his penis disappeared into the pretty young girl's threshing body. In his arousal Bob could almost feel a feminine hand on his own hard shaft....
"Bob ... Bob, please. I've got to have some relief and it looks like you do, too ... I think we ought to join them. How do you want to do it?"
The distraught boy's consciousness finally cleared to the point that he realized that a feminine hand was on his hard penis. He looked down to see that Susan was on her knees on the floor before him with both hands on the shaft that she had somehow exposed. As he watched in pleased surprise she bent forward to bring her lips and tongue to the blood-gorged head of his penis. But she kissed without taking it into her mouth; instead she turned a flushed face up to him. "Come on, Bob, you've got to fuck me. This isn't the way we planned it, but I don't care. Come on, I'll get on the couch beside Kathy and you fuck me just like Howard's screwing her ..
The boy made no answer as the woman rose and scrambled onto the couch beside the busy girl. Bob glanced momentarily at the other couple; he saw that Brown was in the middle of a series of hard, violent strokes into the girl that shook her slim young body as she absorbed them with little moans of passion.
"Bob, damn itl Fuck me-I'm ready...."
The woman's intent plea turned his attention again to her and he saw that she was indeed ready-like Kathy, the older woman was on her knees on the couch with her pretty bottom pointed toward the equally ready boy.
He had no time for finesse; no time to caress and admire the feminine curves of her bottom and the secrets of the vagina that was partially revealed be tween the firm, spread thighs. The situation now demanded mutual relief for their pent up needs, and Bob met those needs with the eagerness of youth as he moved closer to the offered loins and thrust for the waiting lips of pleasure.
The thrust was true, and Bob closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt his penis enter the warm and wet womanhood before him. He grasped her full hips even as he began to stroke instinctively; the perverted, degrading circumstances of this act of sex, the copulating couple only inches away, everything except the physical and emotional release that he needed faded from his lust fogged mind....
He did not hear his own words as he hunched into the woman before him. "Okay, fuck me. You wanted my prick-you got it as far up your cunt as I can get it Now fuck me, you bitch-I'm gonna fill your belly full...."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tom Evans looked at his wife in the mirror before him as she came into the bathroom.
"Tom, we haven't much time. You've been shaving for an hour...."
Their eyes met in the mirror. "Well, I've got to be presentable for this affair. You might say it's my debut as a male whore. Of course I suppose the whole thing is routine to you ..
A hint of a tear gathered in one of Jill's eyes. "Please.'.. don't do that. I thought we agreed...."
Tom put down his razor and turned a face that still had soap on his chin and neck toward his wife. "The trouble is I still don't understand this whole damn mess. I never did have much use for that brother of yours, but I never thought he could pull a stunt like this. You never have really explained how he made you get into it to begin with. You said something about pictures, but you never did ... what exactly is the story on these pictures he's got? I want the whole story, in detad and living color ..
"Oh, honey-not now. We haven't time, and besides, it won't help anything. We've got ... "
Tom put a non-too-gentle hand on his wife's shoulder and turned her squarely toward him. "What we've got is to get this story straightened out. The more I think about it the more ridiculous it gets. You're gonna have to give me the whole scene, from the beginning and without leaving anything out. The sooner you understand that the better it's gonna be...."
The ride was an uncomfortable one for the nervous group. Almost nothing had been said during the trip across town; Tom had looked at his wife beside him on the front seat several times but the recriminations that were on the tip of his tongue were restrained by the presence of the young girl in the back seat. It had been his initial encounter with her, after all, that had started the unholy train of events. But, God ... that had been an innocent flirtation compared to his wife's submission to her brother, son, and whoredom. And yet she hadn't really had much choice; the same pressure to which she had succumbed now had him in the same trap. Damn....
Jill rested a hand lightly on her husband's tense thigh. "Honey, please ... you're giving yourself too much hell about it. It is hell, alright, but there's not much we can do right now, so...." She paused as she read the resentment in her husband's quick look into her earnest eyes. Jill knew the mental agony that Tom was experiencing; her own feelings had mellowed slightly only because she had had much more time to ponder the whole impossible situation. He had just not had enough time to reach her state of partial, reluctant resignation to a mess which was beyond her control....
In the back seat Bob heard his mother's quiet words and sensed his father's rejection of them. Bob's reaction to his father's attitude was less understanding than his mother's-to the boy the central fact was that the first step in this trip of family degradation had been taken by his father. Damn ... whatever his mother had done had been forced on her and any fool should be able to realize that. The real blame, after all, accrued to that God damn uncle of his....
In the other corner of the back seat Kathy sat in a uncharacteristic mood of combined nervousness and humility. The full impact of the situation bore in on her adolescent consciousness for the first time in the presence of the total Evans family. It was a hell of a thing for a family to have to go through. And yet ... the situation was sexy as hell. In spite of herself Kathy felt a tingle of excitement in her loins. What did Jack Adams have in store for them...?
Jack rubbed the back of his hand across the sweat on his forehead. The meeting downstairs in the apartment garage had gone pretty well, under the circumstances. His brother-in-law's hostility had been plainly evident, but the situation had not degenerated into physical violence as Jack feared it might. And yet he could not escape a sense of impending disaster as he punched the button beside the door at the end of the thickly carpeted hall. Tom Evans was not a man to be taken lightly when aroused, and he damn sure was aroused now....
Jack smiled weakly and stood aside as the heavy door swung open. "After you, folks. I've seen the girls before."
Jill looked with surprise at the girl that prompted her brother's remark. The door had been opened by a young and pretty girl whose light brown skin was covered only by a small apron tied around her waist The brief covering provided protection only for her pubic area; her full and lush breasts were nude and appealing as they swayed and bounced at the girl's slightest movement
"Welcome ... welcome. Come on in before the bitch across the hall sees Tina's tits again. Seems to drive her wild-envy, I guess."
The voice was cheerful and masculine, and the group entering the plush apartment looked beyond the pretty girl at the man who was obviously their host. He seemed to be about fifty, and a background in professional football would have been easily believable-he was large and his build was powerful. At first glance he gave a favorable impression, but that impression was modified quickly by an inspection of his eyes. They were not hostile, but to Jill they held the unmistakable aura of degenerate power. And why not, Jill thought-a man who could want to use and humilate an entire family might be expected to have eyes like these....
But at least the initial contact was mild. "My name's Rollo. Jack here doesn't seem to be quite up to making introductions, so I guess that leaves it to me." The man's voice seemed friendly enough, but the hint of things to come was not lost on Jill. Damn-this man would probably take her right in front of her husband. Would Tom take such a thing without blowing the whole thing skyhigh? The nervous wife felt again a black premonition of total disaster. The already strained fabric of their family relationship could easily tear beyond all hope of repair..... ." and so that's about it. My tastes are a little out of the ordinary, and Jack seems to have a certain talent for catering to them. About the only thing he is worth a damn for, I guess. Well, maybe it will be an enjoyable evening for all of us." The faintly smiling man turned directly to Tom, who stood silently as he tried to assess the situation. "A lot depends on the women, doesn't it? Particularly your wife, Evans-I really prefer experienced cunt to the young stuff like Kathy. How is your wife's cunt, Evans? Still pretty tight? I bet it is, even though it must have stretched a little when she had Bobby, here. How do you rate your wife as a fuck Evans?"
Jill gasped at the man's suddenly crude language and its possible effect on her husband. She correctly sensed that Rollo had recognized in her husband the only other real strength in the room, and the only likely source of trouble during what was probably intended to be a highly erotic evening. Jill put a soft but nervous hand on her husband's arm as she looked at the anger in his eyes. She felt the muscles in his arm twitch.
"You better believe it, Mr. Rollo." The voice, a little too loud, surprised everyone. Jill turned to look at her brother as she realized that he was trying to avert a crisis between the two strong men. "She's my sister, you know. I haven't fucked her near as much as Tom, but I guarantee she's got a mighty sweet pussy. And mouth, too ... your problem's gonna be to decide how you want her. But you're gonna like Kathy, too. She's only fifteen but she's already got a educated pussy. Come here, Kathy. Pull your skirt up and show Mr. Rollo that little cunt of yours." Jack grinned at the man as he beckoned nervously to the equally nervous girl. "She sucks real good too, Mr. Rollo. I think she really likes to swallow come. But you can decide for yourself. There-how do you like that? That's what they mean by fresh young pussy...."
Jill drew in a deep breath as her brother fumbled with the young girl's mini-skirt after she moved, without apparent reluctance, to his side. "Okay, honey, I'll hold your skirt up for you. Now you slip your panties down and then spread your legs a little so Mr. Rollo can see your cunt. That's it-good. Now spread your legs a little more and hunch your ass forward. There. Now-take your fingers and spread the lips a little so he can see inside. Damn, Kathy-your cunt's already wet. I bet you're ready to take a prick up it, aren't you? Now-spread the lips a little more . .
Jill exhaled slowly and began to breathe almost normally again as she felt the muscles in her husband's arm relax slightly. She knew that a clash had been averted only narrowly. For once her damn brother had been genuinely useful. But doubt closed again as she thought of the long evening ahead....
But the course of the evening was surprising. After a brief inspection of Kathy's vagina, their host turned the trend of conversation and attention away from sex. Jill knew that the diversion was temporary, but she welcomed the respite it provided and the opportunity it allowed for the consumption of alcohol. She sensed that any possibility for an evening without conflict hinged largely on a sufficient state of intoxication by all concerned, particularly her husband. She vaguely realized that Rollo must have come to a similar conclusion.
A half hour passed in almost routine conversation in an atmosphere that would have been almost nonsexual if the two servant girls furnishing the drinks had been more fully clothed. Tina and another young girl who seemed likely to be a twin sister flitted among the seated group with soft breasts and firm buttocks weaving as they served another round of drinks. Jill looked at Tom as one of the girls leaned over in front of him with a tray of fresh drinks and she was startled by the look in his eyes as he stared at the swaying breasts only inches from his face. Jill's surprise came not from her husband's interest in the girl's lush breasts but from the somewhat dazed expression that his slightly blank eyes reflected. Damn, that was unlike Tom ... they hadn't really had that much to drink. He looked almost like ... like she'd felt that first day when her brother had come to the house ... Damn! In a flash of intuition, Jill turned to look at the small but well stocked bar at the side of the room. Jack had mixed most of the drinks ... her previous feeling that he had somehow managed to drug her drink that first afternoon was now confirmed, at least by her intuition. Jack must have quite a stock of drugs suitable for his perverted purposes. And yet, under the present circumstances his efforts might be a good thing-at least the probability of a serious clash between Tom and the other men should be reduced if Jack's efforts to blunt her husband's reactions were successful. And it looked like that might well be the case-Tom's somewhat blank expression seemed totally devoid of the smoldering hatred that had been so evident earlier. And of course the servant girl's nude, swaying breasts also helped divert his attention to more peaceful subjects ... But, God-what a hell of a situation. Her whole family in a scene which would undoubtedly be the most perverse she had ever known. Regardless of the temporary pacification effect of Jack's drugged drinks, was it possible that her family could ever know even a semblance of normalcy after this terrible night?
These thoughts tumbled through Jill's distraught but resigned mind and made her wonder, once more, exactly what was in store for the odd group in this luxurious apartment. It all depended on their host's, or client's, desires of course ... Jill turned from her preoccupied husband to look again at the man to whose whim they were so entirely subservient.
She was surprised to find Rollo looking at her with a smile that made her feel that he had read her thoughts. "Well, Mrs. Evans, I imagine you're wondering what we have on the program for tonight." He paused as the other people in the room turned toward him, sensing that the real business of the evening was about to begin.
Rollo smiled thinly as he looked at the faces which were, except for Tom Evans', intent on his next words. "The fact is I haven't had any particular program in mind. I usually just wait to see what the people involved are like and then fit the action to the situation." He paused again and his smile increased slightly without suggesting any additional humor. "I might tell you that I'm probably basically a voyeur. Of course I take part in the action with my guests, but with a group like this I get a large part of my pleasure from watching various things happen between my guests. This is especially true when members of the same family are involved." Rollo chuckled mirthlessly. "I suppose a psychiatrist would have a field day with that particular characteristic, but I have little use for those phonies. I think sex within a family is a fine, or at least an interesting, thing." His eyes swung suddenly to Jill. "Do you agree with that, Mrs. Evans? Tell me exactly how you do feel about incest. How does it feel to have your son fuck you?"
The sudden transition back to the primary business of the evening caught Jill partly off guard, and she felt her face flush as the other members of the group turned to her.
"Why, I ... you see, none of us intended for anything like that to happen ... I mean, this whole thing got out of control before...."
"Oh, God. Spare me the excuses, please. Answer my question. How does it feel when your son fucks you?"
Jill looked at the man intently then turned her head to look at her husband and son. She was surprised at the directness of her answer, given as her eyes rested on Bob's intent face. "It feels good. Bob is good in bed, and when it started I needed him desperately. I admit it was good."
Rollo seemed surprised by her answer. "Well, I'm glad to hear that you enjoy your son's prick in your cunt, Mrs. Evans. Tell us a little about it. The details, I mean. Is his prick as big as your husband's? How would you compare them?"
Jill was again surprised by her unhesitating entry into the intimate and lewd conversation. "I don't know exactly how to compare them. Bob's is not quite as big as his father's, I guess. But it satisfied me when I needed it-when I had to have it. I did, I really did-have to have it, I mean. That first time-I would have gone crazy if I hadn't had Bob to talk to and ... confide in. That's why I drove to school to see him...."
Jill's voice trailed off and she was suddenly close to tears. She finished her little speech looking into the eyes of her husband as she instinctively sought to explain again to him-and perhaps to herself. But the glazed look in Tom's eyes told her that explanation was useless. And not only because of his present condition-the reasons she gave were excuses, not adequate justifications, and the remnants of her own conscience recognized it.
But such reflections were short lived; their host was obviously determined to move the conversation back to more purely sexual areas. "Be that as it may, Mrs. Evans. I can understand your point of view, in a way. I understand that your husband's attention to Kathy here started the whole thing. Perhaps I should say her attention to him-particularly to his prick, I believe. I think Kathy sucked your husband's prick. Is that correct?"
Jill nodded dully without answering.
"Come now, Mrs. Evans. When I ask a question I expect an answer. Tell me about it-about Kathy's attention to your husband."
The woman saw that there would be no escape from the lewd conversational demands of their host.
As she had already done so often, she rationalized the situation with the thought that the best course was to comply with his wishes and somehow get through the encounter with the least possible friction. It would in no way help to resist or antagonize this man....
"Alright, I'll tell you. Although there's not much to tell. Kathy ... well, Kathy did suck my husband. I don't know what else to say. She sucked his prick. I would say he seemed to enjoy it." Jill's face clouded slightly as she once more looked at her husband, who stared back with a blank look that indicated less than full comprehension.
Their host seemed mildly amused. "I can believe that, Mrs. Evans. Kathy is a cute little thing, and I've been assured that her talent matches her young charm." He turned to the girl who had been silent and largely unnoticed in the developing conversation. "What do you have to say about it, Kathy? Do you enjoy sucking Mrs. Evans' husband's prick? I assume it wasn't your first one. What about it, Kathy?"
The girl's previous nervousness seemed to evaporate as the group's attention focused on her. A certain amount of natural female conceit showed in her answer. "Well, yes, I did enjoy it. Mr. Evans has a ... a nice prick.. It feels good in my mouth, and so does his come. I like the taste of his come." Kathy was looking at Jill now as she felt a surge of competitive instinct. "I haven't tasted very much come, but I like Tom's the best. I hated to swallow it-I just wanted to keep it in my mouth and taste it. But he shot so much that I had to swallow it as he pumped it out in my mouth. Golly, I don't see how a man can shoot that much come. It seemed about like a quart, but it sure was good."
Rollo chuckled silently as he saw Jill's face flush in reaction to the taunts of the pretty teenage girl. The first act of the evening was now clear to him.
"Fine, Kathy, I'm glad you appreciate Mr. Evan's talents so much. I think to get things started we'll have a little replay of the scene that seems to have begun this whole affair. But well make an improvement or two this time...." The man paused to savor the expressions on the faces of the group. The faces reflected a combination of anxiety, interest, revulsion, and, perhaps not least of all, anticipation.
Rollo continued as he seemed to warm to his subject. "Yes, I think that's how well start. Kathy, you're going to get to suck Mr. Evans' prick again, and this time it should be even better, because I'm going to ask Mrs. Evans to help you. How does that sound?"
The young girl listened with bright, obviously fascinated eyes. But she did not quite understand her host's meaning. "How do you mean, Mrs. Evans will help me? Oh, the idea of sucking Tom again sounds wonderful, but I don't need any help ..
Rollo chuckled. "Sure you do, Kathy. You'll enjoy it more with his wife's assistance. Well let Jill do all the work-you know what I mean, the hand work. Sucking a prick usually involves about as much hand work for the girl as a straight jackoff. I mean you usually jack the prick with your hand while you're sucking it, don't you? Considering how big Mr. Evans' prick is relative to your little mouth, I doubt that you can get much more than the head of it in. Am I right?"
The lewd conversation seemed to fascinate the pretty young girl. She smiled as she nodded.
"I guess you are right. Come to think of it, I did do a lot of pumping with my hand while I sucked him. I just couldn't get very much of it in my mouth...." Kathy paused as the full impact of the man's words struck her. "You mean ... Mrs. Evans is going to do the jacking this time-she's going to jack off her husband into my mouth while I suck him? Hey, that's really heavy. That sounds like a beautiful scene."
But the other potential participant in the erotic little scene envisioned by their host did not share the young girl's enthusiam. Jill had listened with growing apprehension to the perverted demands that were to be made of her.
"You don't seem to be as fascinated by the prospects as Kathy is, Mrs. Evans. Surely, as a good wife, you want your husband to get the maximum benefit out of what I have in mind. It seems to me that if you can help him enjoy Kathy's pretty little mouth you'd be anxious to help. The idea of helping to pump his come into Kathy's throat is an attractive one, isn't it?"
Jill felt the beginning of a dull hatred for the smiling, perverted man in whose power they all were. He was being psychologically sadistic now, in a way that compounded the degradation that she felt. But there was still no choice for her, no alternative to complete cooperation. The distraught wife felt a fresh flush of shame as she made herself reply to the insulting question.
"I ... m do whatever you want to see, Mr. Rollo."
The man did not seem pleased by Jill's attitude. "I know that, Mrs. Evans; that's really not the point at all. What I asked is whether you will enjoy the extra pleasure you can give your husband by helping Kathy suck him off. I think...."
"Damn it, you don't have to talk like that to my mother. We're all gonna do what you want-we don't have any choice. But you don't have to rub it in like that. I'll only take so much...."
The group turned in surprise at Bob's outburst. Jill reacted first; she felt a stab of fresh affection for her son, but she knew he would only make things worse. "Bob-honey, it's alright. I don't mind what Mr. Rollo has asked. Don't worry about...."
"Excellent advice, Mrs. Evans. We can do nicely without any help from your son, at least for the moment." Rollo paused and looked coldly at the boy. "Bob, there are times to shoot your mouth and there are times to keep it closed. This is one of the latter, as far as you're concerned. But your concern for your mother is touching. So much so that I think I'd like to see you touch her physically, to complement your mental concern. Go to you mother, Bob. We'll let you get things started."
The sudden demand took both Bob and his pretty mother by surprise. The boy frowned momentarily in a new surge of resentment, but once again the cool level headedness of his mother prevailed.
"Bob, darling, do what Mr. Rollo asks. Come to me, honey-it's all right...."
Somewhat sheepishly as he realized that he was being treated like a backward child, the boy rose and moved to the couch on which his mother sat with her legs crossed and her brief mini-skirt high on her lush thighs. Bob's eyes were drawn once more to those beautiful legs, between which he had found such exquisite pleasure, and the equally appealing breasts above them. Damn ... maybe the man's order to touch his mother was a pretty good idea, at that. If only they were at home, alone....
The man seemed to read the boy's mind. "What is it, Bob? You don't seem to be objecting anymore. Well, I can't blame you. The prospect of touching that beautiful body of your mother's would appeal to any man. Give her a hand so that she can stand in front of you ... Good."
The boy automatically extended a hand to the beautiful woman before him as the rest of the group watched the little tableau in rapt attention. The apparent innocence and the implied perversion of the scene fascinated all of the spectators as Jill gracefully stood up before her son. The pair faced each other in front of the couch as Bob continued to hold her soft hand.
The man watched the pair for a moment as they looked into each other's eyes. "Alright, it's time to begin. Bob, I want you to start by feeling your mother's breasts. I know you must like to play with her boobs; they look about as nice as any I've seen. Of course I haven't really seen them yet; maybe you'll help me out in this regard. Now-put your hands on her tits and tell us all how they feel. Then in a minute. I'll let you undress her so we can see themand her cunt, too. I'm sure it's as lovely as her breasts. Alright, boy-I'm waiting, and you'll find I don't like to be kept waiting. I told you to feel you mother's tits."
Bob seemed almost unaware of the man's directions, but he nevertheless raised both hands and, after a moment's hesitation, placed them lightly on the thrusting contours of his mother's proud bosom. The contact immediately shook him, even though two thicknesses of material separated his eager hands from the soft but firm feminine flesh that aroused him so much.
"God, Mom ... you're so damn beautiful-and sexy. Damn, I love you...."
The boy's soft but fervent words were heard by all of the people in the group, and each recognized the sincerity in them. Even the father and husband of the two participants recognized the perverted beauty of the scene through the drug induced filter across his mind....
But suddenly the creator of the scene seemed to want more action. There was a new note of arousal in his voice as he resumed his instructions to the couple in front of the couch. "Very nice, Bob, but we need to get started. Go ahead and undress her. You can feel her some more then. Tell us what you're thinking as you do it. Describe you mother's body for us as you undress her. What part of it do you like best?"
Surprisingly, the boy responded without hesitation as he moved his hands from the mounds of Jill's breasts and somewhat awkwardly began to fumble with a zipper at the back of the thin sweater blouse that she wore. "Well, I like all of Mom. God, her tits are the greatest-but so are her legs and her ... cunt." Bob's voice trailed off slightly and the man recognized the inhibitions that still affected the boy.
But Bob's hands did not hesitate; they seemed eager to bare the lush flesh of his lovely mother. He made short work of the disrobing chore and in a few moments Jill stepped with her usual grace from a small pile of discarded clothes. The group had been silent; even Rollo was temporarily quiet as he watched the son undress his beautiful mother. But the silence was quickly broken as Bob once more took Jill's hand and looked earnestly into her eyes....
"Okay, boy-let's get with it. You're standing there holding her hand like she was your valentine instead of the woman you like to mother-fuck. Bring her over here-you've seen all she got already, but I haven't Maybe you ought to show me her body and explain it to me. Right here-bring her right here in front of me. Come on, damn it..
Bob did not reply or look at the man as he complied with, the instructions. Still holding his mother's hand, he let her to a position immediately in front of Rollo as he sat on the edge of a couch.
The man had to be impressed by the lush femininity before him. "Well, Mrs. Evans, you are some kind of female. Damn if I can see how a prick like Jack could have a sister like you." He paused as his eyes roved up and down Jill's fleshy curves. "Those tits are about ... what, 38C? At least that, isn't it? You tell me, Bobby boy. I bet you know what size your mom's tits are, don't you?"
The question did not seem to bother the boy, who appeared to be increasingly in control of himself after his earlier nervousness. "You bet I know, Mr. Rollo. You're right, they're 38Cs. Mom's tits really pack a C cup. I think she could really use a D...."
The man had to chuckle. "Well, you seem to be an attentive son, alright. Tell you what-I need to get a better look at your mother's cunt You can't miss her boobs, but her cunt is a little hard to see in all that pretty hair she has down there. Suppose you have her spread her legs a little, then you separate the lips of her pussy for me so I can really see all the sights." The man laughed coarsely. "You ought to really know her cunt inside and out-you re the only one here that's been both places, other than just with your prick. I guess Tom and Jack know her pussy pretty well in that respect, but you're the only one that's really been there. Right boy?"
The question did not dent Bob's newfound coolness. "Right, Mr. Rollo. No matter what you do, you'll never know mom's cunt like I do." He smiled at Jill, who was looking at her son in mild surprise. "Okay, Mom, we'll humor the gentleman. You heard what he wants. Spread your legs a little, and I'll open the lips for him. I don't blame him for wanting to see your cunt. It's the prettiest thing I've ever seen. Come on, Mom-spread those pretty legs a little."
"Bob...."
Jill started to say something to her son, then thought better of it. Perhaps he was handling the situation in the best possible way; after all, she had decided long ago that they had no choice other than complete cooperation.
The beautiful woman looked from her son to the face of the man seated before her as she slowly complied with his wishes. She moved her long and exquisitely tapered legs apart as she felt the intensity of his gaze between them. Then she felt something much more positive, and in spite of herself Jill felt a flush as she knew the touch of her son's fingers in her most intimate area.
Bob dropped to his knees beside his mother as the fingers of one of his hands roved in the soft hair of her crotch and found the tender lips of her vagina. The warm, feminine flesh was already moist and the boy sensed that, for all the degradation involved, the situation was affecting his sensuous mother in the same way that it was him. And Bob was affected; he felt his penis strain against his clothes as he continued to fondle Jill's pouting vagina.
The whole group watched intently; their feelings and reactions to the situation were varied, but each person in the room was a sensuous, arousable human, and each was enthralled by the erotic scene taking place at their host's direction.
And their host was not silent for long. His words showed both his own arousal and his basically perverted nature. "Very nice, Bob. I can see you like to pet your mother's cunt. Can't blame you; it's choice pussy alright. But I still haven't seen it very well-have her spread her legs a little more, then take both hands and separate the lips for me. Tell you what-get on your knees in front of her, but keep your head low so I can see over it...."
The boy moved quickly and willingly into the position called for. He kept slightly to one side to stay out of Rollo's line of vision as he paused briefly to stare up into the exquisitely feminine flesh in front of him.
"Damn, Mom ... You're just so God damn beautiful ... spread your legs just a little more."
The nude but no longer embarrassed woman sighed gently and put one hand on Bob's shoulder for support as she followed his instructions. Her own arousal from the touch of her son's fingers on the sensitive lips of her vagina began to overshadow all the more rational feelings of shame and remorse. Sex was the name of the game now, and while it had been forced on all of them the response of her body to the erotic tableau was none the less acute because of it. Maybe it was even greater because of it....
In a chair a few feet from the scene in front of the couch Tom Evans shook his head slowly as he tried to clear a foggy mind. He could not help reacting physically to the situation; as sick as it might be the sight of his son fondling his wife's vagina before the eyes of a strange man was one of the most arousing things he had ever seen. If only he could clear his damn head and figure out how to handle the situation. There had to be some way out of this unholy mess ... but, God-what a scene! Tom felt his penis grow rock-hard in spite of himself....
And standing near the other end of the couch the other two people involved were also enticed by the lewd scene. Kathy stared intently as she felt the familiar wetness in her own vagina-damn, she should have already taken her panties off. They'd be soaked from the feminine juices of her pussy, but, hell-it wouldn't be the first time ... And then the mesmerized girl realized that there was an even more direct cause of her vaginal fluidity, one that felt exactly like a finger....
"Jack! Oh, God ... don't do that. Not yet, anyway. Please-you'll rip my panties. Wait till I get undressed."
"Wait, hell." Jack's voice was low as his mouth moved close to Kathy's ear while one hand continued to probe under her skirt and panties to find the soft, wet lips of her young vagina. Damn, the little bitch was hot and ready, but then so was he, for that matter....
"Alright, that's good Bob." Rollo's voice captured everyone's attention again. "I can see your mother's cunt pretty good, now. Can't quite see her clit,-though. Think you can find it for me? You know what it is, don't you? And where it is? It's right up at the top of her lips."
The boy seemed increasingly cool and confident. "Sure, I know. It's right here...." The fingers of his right hand slipped between the lips of Jill's vagina at the very top of the lovely slit and held them away from the little pink bud that was her clitoris.
"See there, Mr. Rollo? That's Mom's clit. She likes to have it played with. I guess you can almost jack it off like the girl does a boy's prick. Let's see if I can...."
Bob's fingers began to carry out his erotic plan and quickly brought an involuntary moan of pleasure from his nude mother as she stood on spread legs and submitted willingly to the caresses of her son.
But the scene was to be a short one; it was ended by a sudden demand from the man seated just inches in front of the incestously involved mother and son. "Okay, that's it. That's enough of that. Have to admit it gets a man a little worked up." Rollo paused as Bob reluctantly withdrew his wet fingers from Jill's vagina and looked over his shoulder at the man as he remained on his knees in front of his pretty mother. Damn, just when he was enjoying petting her....
"Alright, we got a little sidetracked. The original plan was for Mrs. Evans to help Kathy suck off her husband. Let's get on with that." The man paused as his attention shifted to the other people in the room and he grinned as he saw Jack quickly pull his hand from beneath Kathy's short skirt. "Well, I see you got a little feel too, Jack. Don't blame you. Watching Mrs. Evans and her son puts a man in the mood for pussy. Kathy, baby-you ready to suck Mr. Evans' prick now?"
The pretty girl smiled. "I sure am. I've been ready ever since you mentioned it." She paused and looked at the man seated across the couch from her. "Tom, darling-are you ready for me to suck you? I want to-I want you to shoot in my mouth like you did before. And this time it'll be even better because Mrs. Evans is going to help."
Bob swallowed at Kathy's provocative words. Damn-the bitch was liable to screw things up yet. She seemed to take special pains to taunt his mother....
But Jill's hand on his shoulder told the boy that she was now in control of herself. He glanced up quickly into her nervous but smiling face and then looked over at the chair at the end of the couch in which his father sat.
Tom's face seemed to mask his feelings. He turned to look at Kathy with eyes that still showed signs of the drugged drink that Jack had served, but the elder Evans now seemed to be fairly conscious of the overall situation, and in control of himself. Jill breathed a sigh of relief at the mildness of his reply to the young girl's question.
I'm ready, Kathy. Take your clothes off so we can do this right. Jill's already got hers off." Tom stood up on apparently steady legs as he spoke and began to strip his own clothing from his body.
Damn, Jill thought, he's not as woozy as I thought And he's looking forward to it now. He wants that little bitch to suck his prick ... Then her senses of perspective returned as she realized that she had enjoyed Bob's touch on her aroused vagina. With a silent sigh she turned and moved slowly toward her now naked husband. Her eyes automatically dropped to his loins and she was not surprised by the condition of his slowly waving penis.
Tt's pretty, isn't it Mrs. Evans? If you can call a prick pretty, that is...." Kathy's merry voice made Jill wince until she realized that she was playing into the girl's hands.
Jill turned to the younger female with a somewhat forced smile. "It's pretty, all right. I've known that for a long time, and I'll know it for a long time to come. If you...."
Jill was surprised by the girl's interruption. In a tone that seemed inconsistent with her previous attitude, Kathy spoke softly as she looked up into Jill's angry eyes. "I know that Mrs. Evans. You're lucky to have him for your own. I ... well, I guess I've just been lucky to share him with you a little. But there's never been any question about whose man he is."
The girl's apparent sincerity surprised Jill. She found herself unable to make an appropriate reply as Rollo's impatient voice cut in. "Very touching, but I'm not interested in your neighborhood problems. Right now I want more action and less talk. Seems like we've already talked enough for a week. Well, at least everybody's finally dressed properly...."
It was clear that the man's idea of proper dress for the occasion was complete nudity, and all three participants had now reached that state. The two women moved slowly toward Tom as he approached one end of the couch. Jill looked back questioningly at Rollo as he stood up and moved slightly away from the couch.
His words came quickly and a faint smile flickered across Jill's lips as she noticed the bulge in the front of his trousers. "Okay, right there should do it. Tom, suppose you sit down on the edge of the couch and open your legs so Kathy can kneel between them. Jill, you kneel at his side so you can jack his prick while Kathy sucks on it." Rollo paused and looked around the room as the trio took their places before him. "Where the hell did those girls go-Tina, damn it, where-oh, didn't see you there. Come over here. Want you to play with my prick a little while I watch this. Just a little, though. I don't want to come yet."
Bob looked around in surprise as the two almost nude servant girls seemed to emerge from nowhere. He had completely forgotten them during his own little scene with his mother. He stared curiously at the smiling but quiet young girls as they approached their master with their pretty brown breasts jiggling. They took up positions on either side of the fully clothed man and giggled girlishly as each put a small hand on the increasingly large bulge in his trousers.
"Okay, okay. Get my prick out, don't just rub it But take it easy-don't want any accidents." Rollo paused and looked down briefly as one tiny hand slipped into his trousers and emerged with an erect male organ of respectable proportions. A second hand from the other girl joined the first on the penis as the man turned his attention back to the people on the couch.
Tom was now sitting on the edge of one of the soft cushions while the two beautiful females knelt before him. Between his legs, Kathy stared as though hypnotized at the erect penis in front of her. At Tom's left thigh, Jill too looked at the organ which was so familiar to her and yet seemed almost strange under these unreal circumstances. But the penis was real, and she reacted in the old, familiar way to the erotic sight only inches in front of her flushed face. She felt the wetness in her vagina that had been started by her son's fingers and was now being increased by the sight of her husband's maleness. Damn, she suddenly wished Rollo had told her to suck that luscious looking thing....
But such was not to be her privilege. Jill heard Rollo sigh and turned to focus her lustful attention briefly on another erotic sight-that of the two lovely brown girls as they laughingly toyed with their master's penis. The grin that Rollo gave Jill seemed almost friendly until his words erased the impression. "Okay, Jill, never mind me-pay attention to your husband and Kathy. Kathy, you ready to suck prick?"
"God, yes...."
The soft intensity of Kathy's words showed her arousal. Without waiting for further instructions she bent forward and brought her pretty young lips to the head of Tom's blood-gorged penis. But Rollo's command stopped the progress toward her goal before her mouth actually made contact. "Kathy, damn it, hold up-wait for Mrs., Evan's help. If Tom feels like I do, he may come about as soon as you get your mouth on him." He turned his eyes slightly to glance at the other nude female on her knees beside her husband's legs. "Go on Jill, you must know how to jack your husband of. But keep your hand low on his prick to give Kathy's mouth as much room as possible. Go on, pump him-make him come in Kathy's mouth...."
And Jill was now more than willing to do exactly that. Her lust saturated mind no longer considered the perversions involved; she wanted only to cause, and see, a male orgasm. She knew that she would very likely achieve one of her own as she helped pump her husband's semen into Kathy's mouth.
And then suddenly the scene was complete. Controlled by pure instinct, Jill and Kathy brought hand and lips into play on Tom's hard penis in a kind of automatic coordination.
"Oh, God ... God...." Tom Evans closed his eyes and threw his head back as the full effect of the two beautiful females on his already aroused libido registered on his body and senses.
"GOD, I'M COMIN'! CANT WAIT-TAKE IT! SUCK IT, BABY, SUCK IT! HERE IT COMES ..
But Jill had been wrong; she did not climax with her husband. For some reason the feel of his penis as sperm surged through it and into the sucking mouth of the young girl, whose lips she could feel at times on her fingers, turned Jdl off. Damn it, it should be her mouth on Tom's spurting prick....
"Okay, you lie right here, Bob. That's right, on your back in front of the couch." Rollo paused as the boy slowly took the position indicated by the man.
Jill shivered with remorse. The past two hours had been a nightmare of degraded and perverted sex. Some of it had been physically enjoyable; she had reached several orgasms. But they had been rather mild ones as the full hopelessness of the situation became crystal clear to everyone. They had all followed their host's increasingly lewd instructions without question, even Tom ... Jill turned to look at her husband, whose acceptance of the situation had been surprising to her. Suddenly a chill swept over her as she noticed a new, brooding look of hatred on Tom's face. Maybe the effects of the alcohol and the drug it had probably contained had worn off. Well, Rollo's latest scheme was enough to sober anybody....
"Well, Jill, can I somehow get your attention?" The man's voice now had a harsh sound as Jill hurriedly turned her mind back to him. "You're the star of this little scene, so I'd think you would show some interest. After all, not many women get an opportunity to be fucked by their husband, son, and brother at the same time." Rollo looked down at Bob, who was now on his back on the thick carpet in front of the couch. "Alright, Bob. Your prick looks like it's ready for that pretty cunt of your mother's. Now that I've fucked it too, I can see why."
He beckoned to Jill. "Alright, Mrs. Evans, you get to sample your son's prick again. Straddle him and ease your cunt down on it, if you will. That's it-stand over his hips. Now lower your ass down to your son. I can tell he's impatient, and I don't blame him...."
Tom Evans stood to one side with clenched fists as he watched his wife lower her lush body to yet another incestuous act with their son. And once she had his prick up her cunt, he had to kneel behind her and fuck her ass with his own damn prick. After he and Bob had their cocks properly placed, her God damn brother would stand in front of her while she sucked his dick ... All for the amusement of the perverted bastard sitting on the couch with Kathy at his side, pumping slowly on his partially erect cock ... And yet there seemed to be no damn way out, no way to beat the hand that Jack held over them. At least while the son-of-a-bitch is alive....
"Okay Tom, I think your wife is ready for you." The eternal instructions from the man on the couch brought Tom's mind back to the immediate job at hand. Unconsciously he moved a hand down to his penis, which was hard and erect again. He'd wished, for the first time in his life, not to respond, so that he could stay out of the perverted tableau that seemed the ultimate degradation, but even this respite was to be denied him. Well hell-it toas a sexy situation....
Tom sighed quietly as he moved slowly to a position at the feet of his prone son and behind his wife's lush buttocks as she knelt above the boy with his penis in her vagina. Tom smiled grimly as he saw the small, involuntary movements of Jill's hips as she savored the sensations of her son's penetration. Well, damn it-he'd give her another penetration in a minute. The reluctant man felt a brief flicker of disgust for himself as he realized that, at least physically, he was also aroused by the perverted act being forced on his family.
"Tom, honey-wet it a little. Don't put it in my asshole dry. Rub some cunt juice in my ass first ... please."
Jill's soft voice as she looked back over her white shoulder made Tom concentrate on the details of the act he was about to perform. Damn, he should've known better than to try to put his prick in her without some kind of lubrication. On his knees now, he reached beneath the cheeks of Jill's moving buttocks as he searched for the wetness of her vagina. The wetness was not hard to find; the whole area of her vagina and inner thighs glistened with the fluids of her arousal.
"Hold still for a second, honey. I can't even get a finger in your ass like this." Tom waited for most of the motion to subside, then found the little pink aperature that was his wife's anus and gently pushed one finger in. Damn, it'd been a long time since he'd done this ... and now he had to do it as a performer before an audience. But it would feel good to fuck Jill's tight but soft asshole again....
"Please ... please, honey, put it in. Fuck me-bugger me. Oh God-I've never had two pricks in me at the same time . .
His wife's words, an almost unintelligible moan, restored Tom's perspective. No, by God, she hadn't had two pricks at once before, and she shouldn't have now, either....
And then Rollo's unwelcome voice reminded the husband as his penis penetrated his wife's rectum that yet another male organ was to be involved. "Alright, Jack, I think Jill's about ready for your cock, too. After all, you belong to the family too, and we don't want to leave anybody out. Come stand in front of Jill so she can get to your prick. You'd better stand above Bob's chest That'll give him a pretty scene to watch while he fucks up into her cunt Mrs.
Evans ought to get all the cock she wants, this time. Hurry up, I think she wants to suck it...."
The man was almost right; Jill's numb and sex saturated brain had surrendered to pure sensual arousal despite the sex that the pretty woman had already experienced during this perverted evening. No woman could be insensitive to the two male organs already plunging erotically into her vagina and rectum.
Jack hesitated as he stepped into place over Bob as the boy lay on his back under his mother's within body. Jack's penis was hard and he wanted the oral satisfaction that his sister was about to provide, but some of his lust was replaced by fear as he looked over Jill's weaving head to the expression on Tom's face as he knelt behind her. But then the soft hand on his organ made his attention again center on his body.
"Jack ... damn you, I hate you but I want to suck you. Oh God, I'm coming again. I never felt like this. Come closer, damn it, I want to suck it."
Jill's words tumbled out almost unconsciously as she pulled her brother's loins toward her open mouth by the convenient handle that his penis provided. Husband and son were now beginning a joint motion that filled her whole body with the most purely sexual sensation that she had ever known. She could feel each penis against the other as they pressed on the thin membranes that separated her vagina from her rectum.
And then her mouth was full, too. Jack put his hands on his sister's cheeks as he hunched his hips forward and drove his erection into her open and eager mouth. He closed his eyes as Jill's warm lips closed around his organ.
"God! Go on, sis-suck it Nobody can suck prick like you. I'd like to keep it in that hot mouth of yours from now on. Go on, you bitch-suck me. Suck me and take my come. I'll fill you up full...."
But Jack's words were also heard by the husband of the woman into whose mouth he pumped. Tom was still hunching his own penis into Jill's tight rectum, but the sight of her brother as he jabbed his hips forward and his organ into her red lips was the final straw for the lust and anger crazed man who was her husband.
"No! No, God damn it! You bastard, get your damn prick out of my wife's mouth. I'll kill you, you son of a bitch. No more of this, God damn it...."
Tom's words were not loud but their intensity was unmistakable as his tolerance finally ended. Regardless of consequences, he'd end this crap once and for all....
"You bastard...."
The furious husband pulled his penis from his wife's rectum as he leapt to his feet and at the surprised man whose own penis was fully plunged into Jill's grasping mouth. Jack instinctively drew back and pulled his organ from that mouth, but his withdrawal was not an easy one. Jill's white teeth raked long red streaks on the hard organ as it was jerked from her.
Bob, too, was caught by surprise by his father's move, but he reacted instinctively to help him. The boy rolled to his side and pushed his mother almost roughly off his body. "Get him, Dad. Kill the son-ofa-bitch!"
And for a time Jack was in danger of exactly that fate as Tom lunged into his brother-in-law and sent them both crashing to the floor. The enraged husband's hands went to Jack's throat as the terrified man tried to make words come out of a mouth from which only blood escaped....
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh, honey-don't take it out yet. Just leave it in and let it soak. It feels so good ... so damn good...."
Jill's eyes were closed as she clasped Tom to her body, more than willing to bear his weight as he collapsed on top of her. The orgasm had been a shattering one for both of them, and she desperately wanted to savor the afterglow. It was the first sex they'd had in a week since the climatic incident in that man's apartment....
Later they rested side by side as they smoked in utter physical contentment. But Jill's mental state was not as serene as that of her satiated body. They had to talk ... to straighten out their lives since that awful scene that had ended her brother's perverted hold on them.
"Honey ... darling, there are still a few things ... Can we talk now? Honey, is it really over? Are you sure?"
Jill shivered as her mind flashed back over the events that had shaken her family to its roots. "I know. Jack'll probably never come back here." She paused and looked at her husband curiously. "Honey ... you know, you put the fear of God in him, and I'm glad you did. He really thought you were about to kill him. I did too, when you had him by the throat. I ... well, I mean-would you have? If I hadn't asked you to let him go, would you really have killed him?"
Tom Evans did not answer as he blew smoke toward the ceiling and studied the patterns made by the changing air currents. Finally he turned on his side and looked at the nude woman beside him. "I think so. I've thought about that a good deal. I think I would have. He'd have deserved it, the bastard ... although he's not the only one to blame for this mess...."
Jill felt a stab of fear; she sensed that Tom still considered that she had been partly to blame. She should never have brought the subject up. And yet they had to reach an understanding about some things ... about their furture as a family, including Bob's status....
"Oh, honey, maybe we shouldn't talk about it. But there are things that have been bothering me. Like ... well, Bob, for instance ..
Her husband cut in. "You mean whether you continue to fuck him? You know, that's the part of the whole deal that I haven't been able to explain to myself. Your brother had nothing to do with that first time you let Bob fuck you. I think...."
"Honey ... oh, please. Please don't go into that. I guess none of us have a lot to be proud of. Remember, you and Kathy were the first chapter."
"Yeah, I've thought about that, too. Best thing, I guess, is to start with a clean slate. But I have to wonder whether you still want Bob. As far as Kathy goes...." Tom paused as he felt a small, warm hand close around his penis. And to his surprise, he realized that it was partially hard.
"What about Kathy, darling? Are you telling me you never want to fuck her again? Never? Be honest about it"
A slow smile spread across Tom's face as he felt his penis grow in Jill's soft grasp. "Hell, that's not the point. That's an entirely different thing from you fucking Bob. Mothers just aren't supposed to screw their sons, you know."
"I know. Husbands aren't supposed to screw girls next door, either." Jill paused and brought her other hand down between their bodies to join in her assault on the increasingly hard male organ. "Honey-let's just don't worry about it right now...."
