It was one of those wretchedly hot, muggy days without clouds in the sky or shelter from the sun. It drained a man of his strength and good humor, leaving a waspish, miserable shell behind, and that was exactly what Gordon Hess felt like as he drove up the quiet residential street to his house. A shell. A broiled lobster shell, all the meat sweated out of him hours before, his eyes small and red and aching, his body stewing in his business suit as though it was a cauldron of boiling water. And worse, he knew that while the evening would be cool, he wouldn't be able to enjoy it with his wife and daughter, for he'd be in an airplane on his way to St. Louis for the next five days. Damn! He'd just got back from a convention, and here he was, having to hurriedly pack and leave again so that he could make sure nothing went wrong with the Conradin contract.
Gordon Hess was a tall, thin man, five years older than his thirty-seven-year-old wife, and some of his nut-brown hair was turning a nice, snowy silver around the temples. He was still handsome and carried himself with an ease and assurance and taste which had helped him in good stead as general sales manager for Hammett Bowling and Amusement Company, but there were times when he'd have liked to trade places with his brother, Roger. He'd have liked to trade him places tonight, for instance, because as general sales manager, Gordon was responsible to more than just a nine-to-five job; he had a career, and it demanded trips to places like St. Louis too much of the time, time which he would have preferred to spend with his family.
Dammit, he needed the eager arms and hot body of his lovely wife, her understanding and warmth and support, but here he was, going off instead of attending to his duties as husband to Marylyn and father to fifteen-year-old, Kathy. Grim-jawed, Gordon wrenched the wheel of his car and drove up the driveway of his home, stopping beside his brother's old Chevrolet. He glared at the other car, for it seemed to symbolize what his brother had and he didn't, and then he got out and slammed the door hard.
The garage was open and Roger, dressed in only a pair of old Army pants, was using the bench grinder in the corner. He saw Gordon, smiled, and then shut off the motor. Roger, younger by a couple of years, looked still younger, for his had been an outdoors life ever since he'd joined the Coast Guard after high school. Now out of the Guard, he'd been staying in the guest room at the Hess', looking for work in a lackadaisical sort of way. He didn't have the drive or business acumen of his brother but then he didn't have the pressures, either, and as Gordon looked wryly at him and waited, Gordon wondered who exactly was better off. Certainly he had more money and prestige than Roger, but Roger had youth and a simplicity to him that seemed to have been ground out of the older brother. Roger had never, nor probably would ever, amount to anything in terms of things-but there were other, more important riches in the one short life each of us have!
"Hi, Gordon," Roger said. The sun glinted off of his tanned, muscled chest, and his smile seemed to have that kind of sparkle to it one associates with toothpaste commercials. He ran his hand through his hair, which was longer and a deeper brown than Gordon's, none of it white yet, and cheerfully added: "It was too damned hot to walk the pavements today, so I didn't."
"No job, huh?" Gordon squinted in the sun, and his hand was clammy from holding his attach case. "Not even made a phone call?"
"Not a one. But don't worry, brother. I was at Frankie's around noon, and one of the fellows from the shipyard says they're looking for men there. Maybe I'll go down tomorrow morning and check it out."
Gordon nodded glumly. He'd heard that before from Roger. Frankie's was a neighborhood bar not far from the house, on the informal dividing line between the residential area and the commercial section which bordered Ross River. Roger frequented Frankie's, and often reported having found out about a supposed job from one of the other patrons, which somehow always miraculously disappeared when Roger finally got around to checking it out. Gordon would be awfully surprised if anything came out of this shipyard information, or any other tidbit Roger picked up there.
Still, for all of his apparent worthlessness, Roger would be the one here tonight, enjoying the comforts of his home and family, and Gordon would be the one floating all over the country. It was enough to make a man pause and re-figure his goals, Gordon thought sourly. He wrenched himself back to what Roger was saying, having been lost in his own thoughts ......."mowed the lawn and then went for a swim. Afraid that I drank all of your beer, but I'll pick up some more to replace it tomorrow."
"Forget it," Gordon said, waving his other hand. "Where's my brood?"
"Well, Kathy's out by the pool the last I saw of her, and Marylynn went in the house about the same time I got out. I've been in the garage ever since, filing down one of your screwdrivers. I broke the point when I was adjusting the mower."
"Uhhuh," Gordon said noncommittally. He hefted the attach case and trudged in the house. The front door faced the living room, which was deeply carpeted and filled with heavy, over-stuffed furniture upholstered in red and gold velvets, and richly waxed walnut cabinets and tables. The focal point of the room was the brick fireplace with a large sun-burst clock on its wall and built-in bookshelves beside it with a princely array of leather-bound classics. To Gordon's right was the kitchen and den, a small hallway connecting the main bathroom, guest room, and side entrance to the garage. On his left was a slightly longer hallway leading to Kathy's bedroom, the master bedroom at the end, and a connecting bath.
The drapes had been pulled to keep the living-room dark and cooler, and they made up the entire back wall; when they were open, the living-room looked out onto the flagstone terrace, lawn, and pool. The pool had been an extravagance, one he had had to put in after he'd bought the house, but it was one of those luxuries which was almost a necessity for the image he wanted to cultivate. Still, it had proved its own merit on hot days such as this, he ruefully admitted as he heard the sound of splashing coming from there. He put his attach case down in a chair and walked over to the drapes, pulling them aside slightly to gaze out.
His daughter was swimming in the clear, slightly blue water with a lithe grace as if a young panther had learned to enjoy being wet. Seeing her gave Gordon a pang of love and tenderness, for she was very similar to the way Marylynn had looked when they'd first met. Kathy's face had the same frame of wheat-straw blonde hair hanging loosely around her shoulders, the same deep color of eyes, the same full lips, and the same crescent of freckles across the bridge of her pert, bobbed nose. Her breasts were smaller than her mother's, more like pointed cones of carved ivory capped with hard, saucy nipples, but they were enough to strain her tiny bikini, just as her taut, firmly rounded young buttocks filled the triangular bottom of cloth.
She clambered up the ladder at the end of the pool, shaking herself to spray the water in all directions, and she saw her father. She smiled and waved, then ran with a burst of energy to the other end of the pool, climbing on the diving board. Gordon closed the curtains and started for the bedroom.
Marylynn Hess was naked when Gordon entered; she looked up from the dresser, a pair of panties in her hand, and look of surprise on her face. "Oh! Gordon, you startled me!"
"I'm sorry," he said, coming over to kiss her. When his arms were around her and her lush lips were against his, she clung to him. "Darling ... darling," she whispered, "I love you...."
"I love you, too." he replied, and then pulled away. "I ... don't have much time, I'm afraid," he said guiltily. "I have to leave in less than an hour."
"Leave?" She eyed him with growing apprehension. "Leave for where?"
"St. Louis." he replied, taking off his coat. "St. Louis?"
"Now, please, honey," he said, loosening off his tie. "It'll only be for a few days, and it can't be helped."
"Can't be helped!" Marylynn was trembling with dismay, her cheeks red and her eyes welling with tears. "It ... it never can be helped, can it? I bet you really fought hard not to go, and just after you got back from Dayton!"
"Marylynn, you know better than that," Gordon said. He stood up, having removed his shoes and unbuckled his pants. "I've just got time enough to shower and change, and pack a bag. Please don't make it any worse than it is."
"Don't go, Gordon, please don't go. Call up your boss and say you're sick or something and stay with me tonight. I want you, Gordon ... I need you, need you badly!" She couldn't go on, humiliation and hurt welling up and filling her throat. Damn, damn, damn! Gordon and his business, never having time to be a husband to her any more, and she ... well, she was little more than a pretty doll to have around to use when he wanted. She wasn't a wife, she was paid, part time whore to have sex with and nothing else. If she could only go with Gordon on his trips, but she couldn't-she had to stay home with Kathy and wait until he felt like returning. Damn!
With a moan, Gordon walked stiffly to the bathroom in his underpants. He felt terrible about having to do this, leaving his lovely wife ... but he had to, and there was no way out.
Marylynn wanted to cry with the overwhelming frustration inside her. She sat down on the bed and wondered what she was doing wrong. She was a wife any man would have been proud to have, and she'd tried to take good care of her beauty. Her breasts were still firm and taut, and she'd followed her doctor's regimen when Kathy had been born so that even now, no stretch marks marred her flat, smooth belly. She looked like Kathy's older sister more than her mother, kept a clean house and was a good hostess, but still business was more important to Gordon. She fought to control her tears as she heard the shower going, and her husband step into the tub and pull the curtain closed, and then she lay back on the bed, groaning with the misery she felt.
She hadn't lied about wanting and needing Gordon tonight; she did very much, for she enjoyed sex to the fullest, and had looked forward all day to being made love to by him this evening. She was primed and ready and if she was a whore for him, she liked her occupation. She looked down at herself, a warm flush spreading through her. Gordon, Gordon ... hurry in there, and maybe we'll have time ... I need you right now since I can't have you later ... I have to know you love and need me, too....
Then the shower ended, and after a few moments, Gordon came out, rubbing the drops of water away with a large bath towel.
"Gordon," Marylynn groaned, her voice provocative and husky, "Gordon ... don't get dressed. Come here to me." Impulsively, she stretched out on the bed, letting his eyes roam over her exposed thighs and breasts and legs. She raised one leg and let it part so he could see blonde curling pubic hair growing sparsely up between her thighs and her pink, slightly moist vaginal lips. "Please, Gordon, come here...."
"Marylynn," Gordon whispered hoarsely, struck by the lascivious sight of his wife tantalizingly smiling at him in her naked splendor. He glanced at the clock on the dresser and groaned at the time. "I can't," he said. "I ... that is, we'll make love when I get back, but not now."
The sight of his soft cock nestled against his balls incited her passion still more, and she patted the covers beside her. "Sit down, Gordon. Just for a moment, and that's all. You can spare a minute of your time for me, can't you?"
"Honey ... ." Gordon sat on the edge of the mattress as if he was giving himself running room, but he couldn't keep his eyes off Marylynn in spite of his certain knowledge that to delay now would cause him to miss his plane. "Honey, I'm sorry...."
"Darling, don't I please you any longer?" she asked plaintively. Her hand encircled his waist and slowly slid over his hips and thighs and into his loins. He gritted his teeth with the sensations of her feather-light touch and the sight of her sensuously squirming beside him, from her erotic red nipples downward to the delicate triangle of soft, resiliently waving pubic hair.
"You know you please, Marylynn, but-" He suddenly had to suck in his breath, for his wife had caressed his penis, and as limp as it had been a moment earlier, it now throbbed with blood-pounding tingles. "No ... Stop, Marylynn!"
She only moaned softly and tantalizingly stroked it more, seeing it rise into full, heated erection, its cock-head becoming swollen and purplish with arousal. Her creamy satin skin was a lamina of hot desire as she caressed his cock, her fingers urgent and fervid, building her own passions as they built prickling electric shocks in Gordon's loins. God, she wanted him, and her body cried out to be loved tenderly and totally and be merged with his great penis, so that the flames of her desires could be cooled. It seemed as if every time he left on a trip, her need for her husband was all the more insistent, a grasping hold to keep him to her even though she knew he had to leave. And when he returned, she was a wild vixen all over again, for during his brief absence, she'd grow progressively frustrated as the hours and days passed. Though masturbation helped soothe some of her aching plight, no matter how many fingers she crammed into her cunt could ever replace Gordon's masterful cock.
"Darling," she whispered softly,' her lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes. "Kiss me, darling ... Kiss me...."
Gordon was being aroused to where he could no longer ignore the tempest that was rising in his penis and testicles. He tried to break away, but his wife's teasing ministrations were too much, and he found himself wanting more and more to plunge his strong, hard erection into her delicious flesh. He raised himself up, then seemingly wilted as she stroked his cock and loving fondled his balls, and then rolled against her, so that they sprawled down on the coverlet.
"Yes, darling ... ." she cooed, still stroking, still caressing with tantalizing fingers as only she knew how. "Take me ... Oh God, Gordon, take me ... ! "
Gordon felt his heart hammering with the beating of her pressured demands, and he felt himself slipping from his self-control, changing from a businessman to a lover. Christ, Marylynn had always had this effect on him, even after all these years. He'd never been able to stay away from her, even before they were married-the result having been a hasty marriage and four months after that, Kathy-and now, fifteen years later, he was still motivated by her breasts and thighs and hands. If it wasn't for his blasted work! If he was only more like Roger, then he'd lie around all day and make violent, passionate love to Marylynn and never go out of the bedroom. Ohhhh, but he had a plane to catch! He must control himself! He must! He glanced at the clock again with agonized eyes, only to turn and be kissed heavily by her, his resolve melting like candle wax.
"Darling ... Take me ... ." she cooed, and Gordon felt a tingling shock run icily through him as her darting tongue wedged beyond his lips and inside his mouth to tease the soft, wet skin of his cheeks. How could anybody deny his basic cravings? He was a man most of all, and as Marylynn continued to caress his penis and balls and entwine him in her hot, panting body, their lips meeting in a soul-searching kiss, he couldn't resist taking her as she wanted.
"Yes ... Yes," he responded, running his hands over her throbbing breasts and down her tight, white belly and into the soft, fleshy folds of her moistly pink cunt.
Marylynn moaned, helplessly caught up in the electrical shocks of lust which spasmed through her. She sensed the dew-drops of moisture rising between her open thighs as the exposed hair-lined lips of her pussy began to spasmodically contract wetly against one another. Gordon ran the tip of his tongue around the rim of her ear and plunged it inside, and her whole being seemed alive with a febrility of surging passion. She couldn't wait much longer or she would go mad!
"Ohhhh," she mewled. "I want you inside me! Now, darling, Now! Ohhhh!" Marylynn twisted her husband's hair, pulling him violently over her. "Please, darling, now!"
The strange obscenity of her passion-filled pleas excited Gordon to a frenzied, blinding furor. To hell with the Conradin contract! To hell with Hammett and St. Louis! His cock and testicles were boiling with blood-surging lust, and his penis pulsed wickedly against the palm of Marylynn's hand as she slid up and down his hardened flesh, and insane with sexual desire, he didn't require further urgings. He grabbed her firmly jutting breasts and rolled on top of her, her legs wide and cradling his hips as the flowering coral lips of her cunt opened and she rubbed his swollen cock along her pinkly throbbing slit, parting the soft, resilient curls of her pubic hair until his shaft was nestled teasingly in the soft grotto of her vaginal hole.
Gordon clamped his fingers into the full smooth cheeks of her undulating buttocks and rammed his body downward. His swelling cock disappeared into her cuntal tunnel with a quick wet sucking sound.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," she sighed, and then
"Ohhhhhhhh!" as the full length of his driving shaft entered and filled her moist pussy, stretching the wet, pliant walls in its wake, pushing on the very end of the streaming passage, on to the blunt sensitive tip of her cervix. Gordon sucked in his breath as he felt the hot walls of Marylynn's cunt wrap convulsively around his surging cock, and when he reached the end of her vaginal sheath he stopped, controlling his breath, fearing that he would cum too soon. She's got the sweetest, tightest little pussy, even after all these years, he thought as he lay pressed upon her, his giant cock twitching deep inside her belly. And to his wife, it felt as though Gordon's penis was getting thicker all the time, filling her so completely that she could almost feel it rising in her throat. His hands left her captive as his tongue traced wet lines around the shelllike surface of her tiny ear, sending chills through her and making the hot desire swell even more within her, and she lay beneath him, speared by his hard cock, and the fact that he was not moving was like an unbearable torture. Then the torture changed and turned to a feeling even more powerful that before as she was forced to move her hips and twist herself around and about Gordon's huge impaling cock, pushing her groin up with all her might and slapping her soft thighs into Gordon's rock-like loins, causing his penis to slip another few centimeters into the open wetness up between her legs.
"Ahhh," she cried out again, and suddenly she was a mass of flailing flesh as she bucked against him and pushed the blunt cudgel of his cock higher into her womb with each move she made. Her excitement was building to a feverish pitch, and Gordon had yet to make any real move in her. He could feel the sweat pouring off his brow as he struggled to keep from letting loose a premature stream of hot, jetting sperm, but he knew that soon he would have to. The idea that Marylynn could get him so excited, and then become so excited herself with only his penis inside her vagina was arousing to him beyond the point of being able to control it.
Then, unwilling to hold still any longer, he carefully pulled himself back from her and them with all of his strength, plunged back in, feeling the smooth tantalizing sleeve of his wife's cunt slide over his iron-rod cock like a warm glove while his lips rammed over her mouth, nibbling harshly at her lips, down onto her neck, his teeth sinking into the almost translucent white flesh.
Gordon groaned as he felt her responding to the assault of his fiercely probing member, and gritting his teeth, he fucked into her again, feeling her shamelessly aroused body curl upwards against him. Small moans escaped from her lips as Marylynn moved her head back and forth, her entire body straining up, inundated with delightful piercing shafts of pleasure that made her flesh ripple.
"Oh, Gordon!" she cried out. "Oh god, Gordon!"
He was taking her, making her his, shattering her and slamming her to bits!
"Gordon!" she cried again, clawing up, her long fingernails trailing on his back as he beat like a pile-driver into her open, wetly receptive cunt. Up and down, faster and faster ... and Marylynn's face contorted with passion and her nostrils flared open as her breath burned her lungs.
Gordon felt the raw lithe flesh of his wife's passionately working pussy clasp him tightly, pulse against his pumping shaft until his balls felt ready to explode and he lost all track of time or space as the excruciating pleasure rocked through him. He drove deeper and deeper into her vagina with each thrust of his buttocks, his wife twisting against him, screwing every portion of his cock and routing the huge head around in her seething belly, causing him to gasp and quiver. A fierce storm whirl-winded through him as his penis sucked in her pussy and battered her cervix, the eruption of his heated male seed starting deep in his groin.
Marylynn sensed that he was going to cum, feeling her husband's cock swell and strain against the moist ribs of her fleshy vaginal walls. She begged, "Please ... no, not yet, Gordon!
Not yet ... wait for me!" Her legs splayed wider and her calves locked tightly behind his back as she bucked and writhed beneath him on the wildly squeaking bed, her loins insatiable. "No ... not yet!"
But Gordon couldn't wait another second!
He clamped his mouth tightly down on hers, starting a long, low groan that swelled to shouting as he spewed his hot cum deep up in her hot, slippery passage. She could feel it spurt into her in great, gushing tides, on and on as he emptied his throbbing balls ... until finally his jerking cock began to deflate with the last of his semen. And she was just seconds away from her own orgasm!
"No! Darling, darling Gordon, Nooooo!" she sobbed her frustration into his mouth. But it was useless. She squeezed her buttocks up against a softening penis which had lost its mastery over her seething emotions, and her bare heels pounded desperately against her husband's spent body. With an empty groan, he rolled from between her still hungrily twitching thighs to lie exhausted beside her.
Marylynn was beside herself now, the end so near and yet so unobtainable. She kicked her legs wide out in the air to ineffectually cool the heat which was generating in the hair-lined slit between her thighs, resisting the effects that the now vanquished cock that had a moment before brought her to.
"Gordon ... don't leave me like this! More! Make love to me more, please! Ohhhhhh!"
But Gordon had returned to the world of sanity, his own climax a satisfied and completed thing. He groaned, seeing that by the clock, he might still have a chance to make the plane if he hurried. "Honey ... I can't honey. In a little while I could, after I've rested a bit, but there isn't time now, don't you understand?"
"Gordon, this isn't fair of you," she whimpered, gasping at the force digging into her pussy. "Please ... get hard and make love to me! I'm so close to cumming!"
"Marylynn! I've ... I've never heard you talk or act like this before!" Gordon said, taken aback by his wife's over-sexed reactions. "Now, stop it and calm down. I still have time to make the plane if you help me pack. Do you hear me?"
Marylynn shuddered, torn between the hot salacious desires scorching her still throbbing vagina and the heavy twinge of shame and humiliation that flickered through her confused mind from her husband's words. This was no way to behave ... it was wrong, all wrong, and she had to stop! Ohhhhh. God, she had to stop! She rolled her head from side to side, tears of frustration and agony streaming down the edges of her cheeks, but somehow she managed to still her desperately pulsing body, though the ripples of her unsated arousal still rendered her naked flesh a quaking, quivering mound of helpless jelly for many long moments. When she finally was able to look around, she saw that Gordon was almost dressed, his mind already intent on whatever business was going to go on in St. Louis. She glanced down at the warm, white semen oozing hotly from her cuntal channel, and grimaced at the only sign that her husband had shown any interest at all in her.
She slowly moved her legs around and put her feet on the floor, Dizzy and weak, she stood up. "All right, Gordon," she said softly, her throat parched and dry. "I'll get a robe on, and help you pack...."
CHAPTER TWO
Kathy and Roger were in the kitchen drinking glasses of iced tea when Marylynn and Gordon entered. Marylynn had her satin, thin bathrobe tied tightly around her with a scarlet cord, which only accentuated her lush curvaceous body, making Roger grin in appreciation. There was no getting around it, he thought as he drowned his leering smirk in his drink-Marylynn was one fine piece of ass, and sister-in-law or not, he wouldn't mind poaching on Gordon's property given the chance!
Gordon was carrying a suitcase, his expression that of being harried and slightly upset. It matched the drawn features on his wife's lovely face, the trapped-animal look in her eyes, the nervous clutching of the robe's collar to her breasts.
"Father's having to go away for a few days," Marylynn said to Kathy. "I'm going to get dressed now and take him to the airport."
"Another trip?" Kathy was shocked; why, it only seemed like yesterday that he got back from one!
"You don't have to get dressed," Roger said to Marylynn. "I'll take Gordon to the airport."
"No, you really don't have to, Roger," Marylynn protested.
"I'd like to. I'm going to Frankie's anyway, and it's not that much more out of my way."
"Well...."
"Sure, Marylynn," Roger said as if the matter was settled. He stood, wiping his hands on his pants. "Ready, brother?"
"Ready." He turned to Kathy. "Good-bye," he said, smiling awkwardly, and then bent over and kissed her on the forehead. "Be a good girl and mind your mother."
"Aw, Dad...."
"Gordon," Marylynn started, and then swallowed hard. She was acting like this was the first time he was going, her insides churning with her still fevered desires, her loins and breasts hot with her frustrated arousal. She hugged and kissed her husband almost maniacally, and then, wiping away a tear, she allowed him to leave with Roger. "Good-bye ... ." she whispered as she heard the old Chevrolet drive away, somehow portending that when he returned, his wife and family would not be the same.
"I think it's a crime, the way Dad's always gone," Kathy grumbled, "Why, he's never home! Never!"
"It certainly seems that way at times," her mother agreed. "But we have to remember that he's doing it for us, and it's less pleasant for him than for us."
"You say that, Mom, but you don't really believe it, do you?"
Marylynn winced inwardly at the telling remark. It was hard to be coldly analytical in a situation as emotional as this. She had to remember, however, that it wasn't good to display her marital troubles in front of Kathy, for it only hurt the family needlessly and certainly didn't solve anything. She tried to smile, and it came out forced and shallow. "Well," she said, "Well, what is, is-and there's no use crying over it, is there?"
Kathy remained sullen. She loved her mother very much, but they were always trying to cover up what was so obvious. She would have liked very much to talk things over with her, really become more than just mother-daughter, and like the friends she felt she'd like to be with her mother. But that was not to be, she could tell; she was still a little child in her mother's eyes, and probably always would be, even after she married and had a string of children herself.
"Tell you what, Kathy," Marylynn said in a little more sprightly voice. "We can go down to the drive-in restaurant for dinner if you like ... Make it sort of a night out for us."
"Gee, I'd love to, Mom, but-"
"But ... what, dear?"
"I've got a date tonight, with Gary."
"A date? With Gary?" Marylynn sounded both confused and dismayed.
"Sure, Mom. Gary Coren. I told you about it last Wednesday. Don't you remember? You said I could go."
"Oh." Marylynn frowned, and then smiled tentatively. "Oh, yes, Gary! The new boy down the street. You went out with him last Saturday night, didn't you."
"That's right. He lives in the old McBain house on the corner. His father's a widower, you know, transferred up from Mill City. That's why they're living here now, and Gary's in my school. A senior, but he still--likes me."
"My, isn't he a little old for you, then?"
"Only about three years, Mom. Don't worry, I'm a big girl."
"Well, I'd hoped you'd stay with me tonight, seeing that your father's gone ... ." She sighed wistfully, knowing that it wasn't to be."
"Mom, you said I could," Kathy protested. "And I'll be home early, I promise. Please, Mom, please!"
"I'm being a selfish old lady, aren't I?" Marylynn said, braving a broad smile. "It's your time to be out and having a good time. I already hooked my man, I guess you should be looking for yours."
"Gee, thanks, Mom! I have to get dressed now, because I'm supposed to meet Gary at his house in less than an hour!"
Marylynn looked at her lovely child tenderly as almost naked, Kathy padded down to her bedroom in her bikini. Marylynn had to admire the radiant, tanned body, the lovely blonde hair fanning out behind her head, at the way Kathy's conical breasts beat with the rhythm of excitement for this boy, Gary ... and yet, she couldn't help fearing that perhaps Kathy was emerging a little too fast into maturity, and that she wasn't experiencing her childhood as long as she should. And then Marylynn had to laugh, for Kathy couldn't grow up too fast; it was only this younger generation spinning faster than her own had, that was all. Kathy was certainly not the mental innocent that she had been at fifteen-but she was still as physically innocent, and that was the most important thing. May God protect her from the same mistake that she, Marylynn, made! Her marriage had been a good one, and she wasn't sorry in the least for having married Gordon, but still there was the stigma and guilt attached to having had to get married, being pregnant at the time.
With another long-drawn sigh, the beautiful young woman lifted herself out of her chair and started puttering around the kitchen. There was very little cleaning up to do, but it would give her something to do. She hoped that there would be something decent on television tonight....
Kathy showered quickly ,and then went to her dresser for a clean pair of panties and a bra.
She looked at her naked body in the mirror over the dresser, examining her young, firm ripeness and at the contrast of her white "tiger stripes" where her bikini had covered her. She swept away the long blonde hair from her shoulders and critically studied the creaminess of her breasts with their pink rosettes and nipples, then raised her arms over her head in a classic pose and stretched her breasts, letting her eyes appraise them, her cute little navel, and then down to the outline of her puffy pink little vagina lips as they peeked coyly through the honey-colored fleece of her pubic hair. Giggling again at her brazenness, Kathy pirouetted lightly and looked at the dimpled roundness of her satin thighs and buttocks, the rippling muscles in the back of her tapered legs, and she was pleased.
In another few years, I'll look even more like Mother, she thought proudly. Mother is so beautiful a woman....
She bent down to open the top drawer of the dresser, and again she was able to see the pink, still slightly moist slit of her cunt, but now it was partially open because of her position, and she could catch a glimpse of her little clitoral bud right at the top of her hair-fringed pussy. Seeing it there made her jump inwardly, and an odd tingling started in her loins, for it was her little hard clitoris that she rubbed with her finger at nights, bringing her forbidden but delicious billows of pleasure. She'd never allowed her hand to go inside her cunt, even though the little hole blushed red and flowered provocatively, seemingly wanting to draw a finger or two in its tender, small orifice. Somehow she'd always managed to resist the temptation, wanting only her husband-when she married a boy who loved her enough to want a ring on her finger-to be the very first. Yet even now, staring down at the twitching vaginal lips as they-automatically swelled and misted with little droplets of secretions, she shivered at the way she was having problems controlling her chemistry. Maybe later on tonight, after a heavy date with Gary, she would take off all her clothes and lie down on the bed and play with her vagina, her sex drives worked to a fevered pitch and needing relief.
Yes, and a date with Gary Coren was a heavy one! He was so handsome and masculine-a real dream-boat catch for a sophomore like her. She trembled expectantly as she took out a pair of thin panties, wondering where he was planning to take her tonight, getting chills as she thought about just being with him anyplace he wanted to go ... She slipped on the panties, tugging them up until the smooth round cheeks of her buttocks and the soft mound of her pussy were tight enough to show the crevice between them. Then she put on her bra, a light blue blouse, and a yellow mini-skirt, keeping the blouse outside of the skirt. The skirt was very short, coming almost half-way up her tanned thighs, and as she picked up her comb and brush, she was able to glimpse the slight creases of the elastic leg bands of her panties. An erotic tingle passed through her, followed by a blush at the thought of what Gary might think when he saw her like this!
Perhaps she was too revealing, she thought with a tiny shock-bat that was silly, and besides, she figured that since she was younger than Gary, she had to prove to him that she was almost a grown young woman. She vowed that she wasn't going to let him get away with anything, though-a few kisses, a little petting perhaps, but that was all. If he wanted more, he'd have to go steady with her, and then she wasn't going to let him do more than play with her titties. Kathy had very sensitive breasts, and when they were touched, strange electric-Like shocks went up and down her spine, causing her blood to boil and her loins to quiver; she was afraid of what she might do if she ever allowed a boy to touch her between the legs! She might go right out of her mind, and lose all of her control!
She hurried out of the bedroom, seeing that she was a little late as it was. "Mom! I'm going!" she called out hurriedly.
"Aren't you going to give me a kiss, dear?" Marylynn replied from the kitchen.
"Sure," Kathy said, and went and pecked her on the cheek. "Now, take care," she said seriously.
Her lovely young mother had to laugh at the remark. "You take care," she admonished.
"I will, and I'll be home early, like I said."
"Scat, before I change my mind," her mother said with a smile.
Kathy was gone quick as a wink, her exit a slammed front door. She walked hurriedly down the street, feeling the last rays of the summer sun on her face again, and the shimmering heat which had been soaked up by the concrete sidewalk coming up through her flats. She passed a number of houses before coming to the end of the block and Gary's house, and some of her neighbors were in their yards, sunning or playing or barbequing; she waved brightly at them, and they waved back, the little kids screaming and running around the adults like helter-skelter monkeys. At the corner, she turned and went the few feet to the path leading to the Coren home; it was a smaller house than hers, but then with only two living in it, that was to be expected. It was made of redwood and brick, nestling back among the cool shelter of eucalyptus trees, bottlebrush, and Burmese honeysuckle, the paths and driveway of crushed oyster shell sparkling whitely in the reflection of the sun.
Gary's father, Marcus, was in the front yard, standing and looking at a pile of clippings he'd evidently pruned from his shrubs that day, a smile of satisfaction on his face and a tall, frosted glass in one hand. He wore nothing but a pair of tight black swimming trunks, and his bronzed, hard-muscled body glistened with the sheen of his exertions. His salt-and-pepper hair was cropped short and stood stiffly, like a large hairbrush on his head, and as Kathy came up to him, she felt a small, reflexive shiver move briefly along her spine. Lord, but he was a handsome man, she thought; is this the way Gary will look in twenty years or so? They both had the same kind of alluring features, that captivating quality that made her feel so feminine and girlish. And Marcus was old enough to be her own father, too!
Marcus saw her then, and said: "Oh, hello, Kathy. Gary's inside, all ready. I'll get him for you."
"Thank you, Mr. Coren."
"Call me Marcus, Kathy. After all, we're neighbors."
"All right ... Marcus!" She watched him walk to the house, moving easily with almost feline fluidity, the strong muscles rippling along his thighs and chest, and the hard bas relief outline of his manhood straining at the thin material of his swim trunks ... Kathy averted her eyes, blushing as she caught herself staring at the way his penis and testicles seemed to stand out invitingly. God, he's old enough to be my father! she repeated in her mind. Stop it, girl!
"Hi, Kathy!" Gary said, stepping out on the porch with his father. "I hope you didn't mind meeting me here, instead of me picking you up."
"No, not at all."
"Well, you know how it is. I don't have my own car yet, and I wasn't sure when Dad would be back. But it turned out that he never did go out the way he'd planned."
"You got the keys to the car, Son?" Marcus asked.
"Sure do."
"Well, then drive carefully, for God's sake. My insurance is high enough as it is."
"I learned everything I know about driving from you, Dad."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Marcus retorted in jest.
Laughing, Gary and Kathy went and got into his father's Thunderbird, and were soon driving down to the highway which led into the main part of the town. Kathy asked what he'd planned for this evening, and Gary told her that he wanted to take her to dinner at a quiet Mexican restaurant he knew about, and then to a square-dance.
"A square dance?" Kathy asked, taken back a little.
"Sure. Where I come from in Oregon, we had a great time square-dancing. Lots of nice people and good, clean fun. Well, the Baptist Church here is holding one tonight, and I'd sort of like to go. That is ... unless you don't want to."
"No," Kathy said. "Only I've never been to one."
"Well, you'll like it if you give it a try."
"I don't know anything about the calls. That is what they call the steps, isn't it?"
"You're right," Gary replied, nodding. "Calls. But don't worry about them, either, because they're very easy to follow, and hell-that's why they're called 'calls,' on account of the fact they're called out. You can't go wrong, Kathy, and I'll teach you some of them during dinner, all right?"
"I think that it sounds like a lot of fun!" the young girl said excitedly. "A change from a movie or something like that."
"Yeah, well a lot of kids think square-dancing is kind of un-cool, if you know what I mean. But you'll see, Kathy. You'll see that square-dancing is anything but square!"
The evening progressed wonderfully for her, and she ate and drank the Mexican food and wine abandonedly. She was surprised by his idea to go square-dancing, but somehow it made him seem even nicer in her eyes, for there was no hint about being mauled or pawed in some dark drive-in, or other kinds of "excuses" that she'd run into with other boys. How could she be in danger at a Church dance? So she allowed herself to relax her natural guard a little more than she would have normally, enjoying the boy that was with her. Gary was slim-waisted, with long, collar-length jet-black hair which was neatly trimmed, and a face that was pleasant and average and looked like a smooth replica of his father's. It was his smile which was so captivating to Kathy, though; it was sort of lazy and cat-like, as if he knew what he wanted and knew that he was going to get it one way or another. It seemed to light up his whole face, and added a certain luster and intensity to it, and as he smiled at Kathy, the teenage girl thought that he was telling her that he wanted her and was determined to get her.
She was right. Gary Coren wanted to delve into her hot, sweetly tender pussy the worst way, and his mind was working on the best methods to obtain his goal, even though his mouth was speaking pleasantries. He'd had all the easy girls he wanted, but Kathy Hess was another matter, for to him she was just the perfect mixture of spice and challenge. That he'd eventually win and she'd succumb was not a question to him-it was more of a question of how soon and where. His cock gave little leaps in his pants as he savored her lovely young body so tantalizingly covered in her mini-skirt and blouse....
His choice of a restaurant was part of his evil, dark plans for the girl, for the food was hot and salty, and that insured that she drank more of the heavy red wine than she'd normally have done. And leave it to an inexperienced girl to guzzle the wine as though it was raspberry soda; by the end of the meal, she was already feeling its effects.
"Lesh-let's go dancing now, Gary," Kathy said as they walked out of the restaurant. She'd become thick-headed, but had passed it off as the heaviness of the unfamiliar food and the fact that she was having one of the best times she could remember and was naturally excited and giddy.
"Whoo!" she breathed, taking a deep gasp and feeling the clear night air cutting some of the fog in her brain. "I think I had a little too much of that wine."
"Naw, it was the food mostly." Gary lied with a smile.
"I ... hope the dancing doesn't make me get sick."
"Don't worry about it. You remember the calls I told you?"
"Uhhuh. I'm eager to try them now!"
"Then we're on our way!" Gary said lightly, and steered her toward the Thunderbird. They returned much of the way, then cut up a smaller side road which wound up in the hills overlooking the residential area where they both lived. Kathy could look out of the window and see some of the street lamps and lit homes twinkling in the darkness, like stars upside down in a black velvet sky. She knew that up this way were some parking spots where she'd been before, the high school, and an older section of town, built before they put a dam on the river and floods were no longer a threat. She was becoming concerned that perhaps Gary had made up the Church dance as an elaborate excuse to get her up in the hills, when she saw a rather large, white framed church with a wooden steeple and bell tower.
They parked in a gravel lot already -lined with older cars and trucks, indicating the type of parishioners the church attracted, but at the door, she was introduced to the Reverend and Mrs. Plumperton, an elderly, happy-faced couple who seemed truly pleased to meet her. Then followed a long line of other people, some old, some younger than Gary, some about his own age, none of whose names could she recall five minutes after making their acquaintance.
The four musicians on the small stage at the edge of the church's auditorium left considerable to be wished for musically, Kathy thought, but she was able to follow Gary in a simple two-step glide, their tempo consistent and they managed to stay together. The room was crowded and warm, and children who weren't attempting to struggle at dancing were scurrying everywhere. After a few slow, simple dances, Gary said:
"You look a little peaked, Kathy. Would you like some punch?"
"I'd like that, she agreed, and he led her by the hand to the back of the hall where a large metal urn sat on a table with short stacks of paper cups beside it. While he filled two, she glanced around, and wondered out loud: "Didn't you say this was a square-dance?"
"Hm?" Gary handed her a cup of purplish liquid, saying, "Here you are. Oh, it's a square-dance, but that doesn't start for a bit yet. Lots of folks like slower music as well, so the band plays a little of both in sets. Next set will be fast, you see?"
"I see," Kathy said, dimpling and taking the preferred cup. She was thirsty, and mmmm, it was good. Gary filled the cup again, and she drank it down, just as fast as the first. And it was then that a young blond boy approached and tapped Gary on the shoulder.
"What do you want, Leroy?" Gary asked.
"To cut in, what do you think?" the blond boy replied, grinning. He was as tall as Gary, and broader in the stomach, his dark suit covering some of his extra girth. "I seen you weren't dancing with her, so if you don't mind, I thought I'd try a few turns."
Reluctantly, Gary nodded, and Leroy put his arm about Kathy's waist hardly before she could set her cup down. He offered a haughty but charming smile, and maneuvered them gracefully to the floor. They'd move half-way around when someone tapped Leroy on the shoulder, and Kathy found herself dancing with somebody entirely a stranger to her, and from then on it was one long line of cut-ins, ending with Leroy again, who tried to press his huge bulk against her until she was certain that she could actually feel the bulge in the front of his pants pushing against her abdomen.
"Please," she said, endeavoring to loosen his hold on her. "It's so warm in here...."
"What's the matter? Don't you like my dancing?" he grinned down at her, refusing to give an inch.
"You're holding me too tight!" Kathy tried reaching behind her and grabbing his thick, hairy wrist, but that too was useless. He continued to clutch her to him, and she was now positive that she could feel him throbbing against her belly. "Please, please don't ... ." But still his breathing grew heavier and the pulsating of his huge, rock-hard penis beat hotly into the soft flesh of her stomach.
Luckily, it was then that Gary came to claim his girl, and Leroy was forced to turn her over to him, growling as if Kathy was his date, and not the other way around. "Reckon you needed a little help about them," Gary said, looking down into her face, and it was then that she smelled the odor of beer on his breath.
"Have ... you been drinking beer?" she asked, startled.
"Well, a little bit," he admitted. "One of the fellows had to have a bit of help with a bottle he had, that's all. Don't let it bother you, Kathy-I'm fine."
"Well ... ." After all, what was the matter with a few sips of beer, she thought. She wouldn't have minded the same in this stuffy, hot dance-hall herself at the moment.
"Hope you didn't mind all those different partners," Gary went on blithely. "Some places sharing the wealth isn't customary, but not around here. Everybody can dance with everybody else. Hell, some of the girls even ask the boys to dance, it's that friendly here. I really like it, and as new as I am, I'm treated just like I'd been here all my life."
They paused for a few more cups of refreshing punch, and then the music changed to a fast, fiddling tempo. "They're getting ready for the square-dancing," Gary said, as she finished her cup. "Let's join in."
"All right, but I may have forgotten the calls you taught me."
"They'll come back, once we start."
So the young smiling teenager danced, and he swung her in the true country fashion, lifting her right off the floor as if she was a doll in his strong, young arms, until her face was flushed and her head swam dizzily to the frenzied music of the fiddler and the excited commands of the caller. And in between, they retreated to the punch table, gulping down the refreshing and in quantity, until it suddenly occurred to her that the drink had achieved an additional tang. Somebody had spiked it! And even though she refused more after that, the combination of whatever alcohol had been added to it and the overdose of wine during dinner made her feel dizzy and in need of fresh air during the very next dance.
Somehow, she managed to finish the set, excuse herself from Gary, and walk outside, wiping their perspiration from her forehead and drawing in deep breaths of the cool, night air as she moved between the parked cars so that she would not be seen. Lord, it would be a fine thing to be caught half-drunk in a church, she thought. What would her parents say? She had no idea that the punch was that heavily spiked.
Her head still swam and she walked quietly, sucking the clean air into her lungs and making a strong effort to focus her eyes. Then she paused, for a sound had come from the car in front of her on the right. Voices. Probably a couple of neckers, which she'd simply pass by ... She took several more steps that brought her up behind the vehicle and then heard a boy's voice say: "Who the hell ever learned you to love like that?"
The answer was a girlish gasp and an exclamation of: "Ohhhh, do that again! It's wonderful! Don't stop! Don't ... stop!"
Kathy's breath caught in her throat. There was a moon and from its light showing through the open window, she was able to distinguish a couple locked in a sensual embrace of naked love-making that caused her to freeze with shock! The girl was lying on her back with her legs raised high in the air, and the boy was sliding down in the seat until his head was between her thighs, his face even with her open loins. Then Kathy heard the girl murmuring words, words broken and swallowed with passion, and she found herself listening, unable to move now for fear of being detected.
"Ohhh, yes, darling! Lick it! Lick my cunt! Ohhhhhh!"
Kathy couldn't believe her eyes or ears, and a tightening sensation caught the pit of her stomach in a knot, and she blinked her eyes to try and clear them from the haziness of the alcohol. The girl had clutched the hair of the boy's head with both hands and was desperately grinding her pelvis up against his face, and for a split second, Kathy thought she could see his tongue lash out snake-like and disappear into the soft, hair-lined slit of the girl's vagina, then little mewling sounds began to emit from the car.
The horribly lewd scene was beyond belief, and she took a step backwards as if she had been struck by a blow. She tired to focus her mind, to think straight, the near overpowering thought that she should intervene and put an end to this wanton display in a church parking lot fumbling for expression. Should she scream, or reach in and tear the lovers apart? My God, she'd never witnessed such a spectacle of sheer, unadulterated lust!
"Harder! Ohhh, harder! Eat my pussy!" Kathy heard the girl exclaim. "Yes, yes ... like that! like that!"
No, no ... It wasn't her affair, she rationalized finally; this wasn't her church, and these weren't members of her congregation, and she was only a guest here, and didn't even know the couple in the car. The best thing to do was turn a way and leave without being heard ... but the salacious sight and sounds temporarily hypnotized the lovely virgin, for she'd never imagined what it would be like to watch two people make love, and suddenly she found it affecting her in a way that she had never dreamed possible. Instead of absolute revulsion, she be beginning to feel a strange, light-fingered quivering deep between her own thighs, and then the boy was turning and bobbing his head furiously, causing vile, wet sucking noises between the young girl's wide-spread thighs.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" the girl mewled, raising a rash of goose-bumps that rippled across Kathy's flesh, her breasts starting to rise and fall heavily and her nipples distending against the sheer netting of her bra. She could see his tongue once more, working slavishly in slobbering subjugation at the widespread tightness of the girl's cunt, and she could see the passionate contortions of her face above the white mounds of her breasts. Suddenly, he was bringing his hand down into the furrow separating her buttocks, and the girl jerked her legs higher, until her kneecaps were touching her breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her naked loins to him. He flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus, and Kathy stared as if mesmerized by the scene, hearing a long, low moan escape from the girl as she clenched her eyes tightly shut and lips bared back over her teeth from the obvious sensations racing through her body.
"Ohhhh, don't stop, darling! Don't stop!" the girl whined, writhing her hips furiously at the hot, flicking tongue licking mercilessly between the open cheeks of her upraised buttocks.
Kathy dared hardly to breathe, the rasping which escaped from her own throat and lungs so loud to her that she was afraid that it would give her presence away. Her mouth was hot and arid, and the prurient sensations between her thighs caused her to clamp her legs tightly together, making her acutely conscious of her own wetness, never had she experienced such a contagious kind of thrill before, and the revolting sight not only held her spellbound, but made her flesh throb with a desire of its own. Unconsciously, she reached down and stroked the front of her skirt where the vaginal secretions were flowing, sensuously touching her tingling pubic mound gently, experimentally, quivering from the delightful aching her fingers aroused. The alcohol fed signals of lust to her fevered brain with an intensity with threatened to engulf her, and she lifted her skirt, so that her hand could slowly rub against her tender, wetly pulsing pussy with only the thin nylon of her panties between her fingers and the pink, swollen cunt lips.
Abruptly, an electric charge shot through her, and Kathy nearly cried out as she felt a pair of hard, gripping hands slip around her from behind and clutch her breasts tightly.
"Shh," Gary Coren whispered in warning. He drew her against him, pressing her buttocks to his already erect cock. "What a show, huh?" he continued, moving his penis in the crevice between her quivering moons. "I was wondering what had happened to you, and the Reverend said to me he'd seen you walking out here. I can see why you came here, Kathy. She's really being sucked, isn't she?"
"D-don't talk like that," Kathy hissed over her shoulder. "And take your hands off me this instant," she ordered in a low command, trying to squirm silently from his fingers, feeling once more the grinding of his hard, throbbing cock in her buttocks and the pressure of her mini-skirt in the soft, narrow wetness between her inner thighs. Suddenly the boy in the car stopped, pulled away from the girl's cunt as he raised up.
"You hear anything?" he asked, craning his neck. Gary eased Kathy back in the shadows, still holding tightly to her breasts.
"No," the girl said, "But I don't give a damn if the Reverend himself is getting his jollies watching. Come back here and fuck me!"
The figures in the car were silent and still for a moment, and Kathy was positive that they'd been heard, but then she saw the boy lever forward and begin a slow rocking motion over the girl. Once again, the teenager's eyes riveted upon the lewd naked couple, and she saw the boy arch upwards and his thick, fleshy penis slide toward the girl's waiting pussy; Kathy's mouth dropped open as she watched the girl's long legs come up and around the boy's hips and pull him against her, the cords on the insides of her thighs flexing tightly as she pushed her soft, hair-covered cunt up off the car seat so she could swallow the whole of his virile young shaft in the pink, wet folds of her cuntal hole. A wet viscous sound drifted out as the couple in the auto came together, his cock riding up the narrow passage of her cunt, the two of them starting a lewd fucking tempo as old as the age of Man itself.
Kathy squirmed lewdly around in the passion she was witnessing, and an excited tingling darted menacingly between her own legs once more.
"See there, Kathy?" Gary whispered in her ear. "See, he's fucking her now." Gary slipped his hand up inside her blouse and cupped her throbbing young breasts hard as she gaped at the wet coupling of the two in the auto, and she had to clench her teeth together to keep from moaning helplessly aloud. "See them?" he went on relentlessly. "She's begging for more, her cunt wide open so he can stuff his prick up into it until she can damn near taste it!"
"No," she pleaded, "oh God, don't say such things, Gary." She clenched her eyes shut, fighting the suddenly unchecked sensations which the alcohol intensified into brilliant surges of excitement that made her weak and trembling. Gary's soft fingers nipping teasingly at her nipples, and the hardness of his cock grinding into the cleft of her buttocks brought forth no more denials-only soft moans of near submission from her lips.
"Goddamn, you're luscious," Gary hissed in her ear. "You make that cunt in the car look like a hag, and just look at the beautiful fucking she's getting!"
"Ohhhhh ... ." Kathy whimpered as she felt the evil, delicious feelings course through her body. "Don't touch me like that, Gary ... Please, don't touch me there."
"Shh," Gary snickered. "You love it, and know it."
She sobbed, for Gary intensified his manipulations, and the sounds emanating from the car seemed horribly loud to her now. She tried to pull away, but she wasn't able to overcome the myriad of strange sensations building up in her belly against her will.
She gasped and held her breath, for she felt the hem of her skirt move up her thighs, letting the cool night air whip against her buttocks and pussy, and then Gary's hand was suddenly coming in to make a searing contrast of heated touch as she felt him slip a finger slowly under the elastic leg band of her panties. She tried desperately to free her entanglement, her one hand moving from her loins while her other clung atop the hand inside her blouse that was still squeezing her breast-but neither the desires in her nor the intense needs in Gary were to be denied, and she whimpered as his fingertips brushed the narrow, sensitive slit of her vagina, parting the soft, blonde pubic hairs and making contact with the tiny throbbing head of her clitoris. Her whole cuntal area was pulsing from the undesired passions permeating her being, and she sucked in her breath to hold back the agonized groan of pleasure that she felt churning deep up in her belly.
Dear God, there was no way of avoiding what was happening to her, and tears of fear and guilt cascaded warmly down her cheeks as in her horror she found herself reacting to the maddening caresses of her breasts and pussy. She was inexcusably wet as he taunted her pink, sensitive vaginal slit, and so weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, unable to contain her raging emotions any longer. She allowed the boy to slide her panties down over her full, ripe thighs to hang at her ankles and expose to his lusting gaze the beauty of her tender, young buttocks and the trembling crevice dividing them with its soft flaxen-like down of pubic curls and swollen lips of her virginal cunt.
"No, Gary ... Don't, please," she begged ineffectually. "No boy has ever ... done this to me before!"
"Always a first time," he whispered wetly, and then he took the hand which was on her breast and removed it, loosening his own pants as his urge to fuck the curvaceous bodied young girl passed beyond rational control. He'd planned to take time with her, but seeing the opportunity, he would have been a fool to pass it up. She'd been watching the couple fucking and beating herself off, and he'd known the moment he'd seen her that she was hotter than the hinges of hell. His burgeoning cock wouldn't have allowed him to stop his advances even if he'd wanted to, and now, the luck of the Gods were holding with him, for shortly she would be bending over and receiving her first taste of cock. He was going to bag a cherry! He knew she was a virgin-he could smell her hymen almost, and damned if he didn't like throwing his cock into a virgin more than most anything else he could imagine. She was all but his already!
"See? " he hissed excitedly. "See the couple fucking and what a good time they're having? Well, we're going to join them, Kathy, right here while we can watch them."
The young, helplessly aroused teenager mewled in abject terror. She'd seen Gary slide his pants down out of the corner of her eye, and she now saw his thick, hard penis as he held it in his hand and began to wedge it between her tightly clenched legs. In a last-ditch attempt to save her virginity and stop his ramming assault, she reached behind her and grabbed his naked shaft, using all of her strength to keep it from entering her. God, it was massive! She'd never been aware how large and hard an erect penis could get, her only views of cocks having been the small little worm-like things on boy babies she'd babysat, or the soft, limp organ she'd briefly seen a couple of times when her father had been naked. But as startled as she was, it was also good to hold, its throbbing fleshly hardness warm and somehow exciting to her ... but she couldn't allow it inside! The chills she received from simply holding a male penis raced up and down her nerves, and instinctively she began to stroke it, massaging the skin tantalizingly back and forth, and she heard Gary gnash his teeth and grunt explosively.
"Christ, don't ... don't do that, or I'll cum! Ohhh, I'm so hot, I'll burst my balls!" he gasped frantically. And then Kathy felt a warm wetness on her bare thigh, and wondered if that was his cum, but his cock was still hard, so she figured it had to be the lubricant that men produce. She tried to recall more of her sex class lectures, and the books she'd read....
"I-I won't be able to wait any longer, I tell you," Gary hissed jerkily. "Stop it, or I'll shoot my wad all over your panties and legs!" He fought madly to reach the mouth of the thin hair-lined slit between her thighs, yet all the while, Kathy squeezed and rubbed his penis in a desperate fight to save herself. Suddenly, he gave forth a harsh groan as though struck with an arrow in his back, and she felt his cock expand and contract in her hand, a hot, sticky fluid erupting from the head of his penis, splashing wetly on her naked buttocks and thighs. The hot, white liquid ran down her legs onto her panties still hanging loosely at her ankles, still more ejaculating from the rhythmically jerking head.
"You did it! You did it, you little bitch! You jerked me off!" Gary seemed to collapse then, panting and groaning. "Damn! Damn!"
Kathy turned around, saw his cock squirting the last of its sperm out onto the gravel, and then she looked at her own thickly matted legs, and felt the moisture of his semen on her naked buttocks. She couldn't bring herself to touch it, couldn't do anything except stare at his deflating member and the drying, sticky cum glistening in the moonlight. In her mortification, all she could think of saying was, "I'm sorry, Gary. I'm sorry...."
"You're sorry!" he exploded. "Jesus, you're-" And then he stopped, his climax having settled enough so that sanity returned. He flipped his penis to shake the last drops of his cum from its angry head, and slipped his now limp shaft inside his shorts as he retrieved them and his pants. "Yeah, you're sorry," he said in a lower, calmer tone, "but so am I ... I ... don't know what came over me."
"It was as much my fault as yours, Gary," Kathy said dully. She meant it; she felt as if she should have done more to control the situation, right from the very first when she should have walked away from the lewdly rutting couple-who were still writhing and moaning in the ecstasy as if this had never happened. She felt soiled, and couldn't understand what had overtaken her, much less what had happened to Gary's manners. But Gary was a man, and his animal lust was to be expected; she was a girl, and for her there was no excuse. She wanted the earth to open up and swallow her on the spot, she felt so miserable.
"Take me home, Gary," she said with a choking voice.
"Look, I-"
"Please, just take me home. If you don't, I'll walk. I swear I will."
Gary Coren sighed, realizing that he'd blown his chance to fuck the girl by being over-eager and over-excited. That made him want this sweet little virgin girl all the more, and in a false display of chagrin and remorse, he said mournfully: "Yeah. I don't blame you, Kathy. I wouldn't want to see somebody like me again if I was in your place."
"I didn't say that, Gary."
"Then ... you do?"
"I don't know, I honestly don't know. I don't hate you for what's happened, but I just can't say what I think."
"Well, it happened, that's all. We both got carried away, and I'm more sorry about it than you can imagine. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, Kathy, and I-" He stopped, ending his sentence in an apologetic sigh.
Kathy looked at him, and felt pity. She walked with him to the Thunderbird, uncomfortable from the drying cum on her legs but still unwilling and too proud to reach down and pick up her wet and stained panties that had slipped from her ankles and wipe the puddles from her skin. She felt that Gary was telling the truth in spite of his actions, and she had a gnawing desire to see him again and make things right.
"Well," she said hesitantly. "Why don't we get together tomorrow? It's Saturday, and if you don't have anything else planned...."
"No, no nothing at all," he said with a relieved smile. "Gee, that would be wonderful. We could spend the whole day together if you want."
"All right, we'll plan to be together a long time tomorrow, maybe even tomorrow night. But right now, I want to go home."
"Sure, Kathy," the boy said. "Sure, anything you say!" There would be another time, and another chance, he thought maliciously. All is not lost. I'll fuck her snooty little cunt yet!
CHAPTER THREE
The evening had proved a disaster for the lovely but frustrated young wife, Marylynn, almost from the moment that she was left alone. She had been staring for some time into her iced tea glass with a moroseness she'd rarely experienced before, as if all of her sadness had suddenly taken shape this evening to bedevil her. The silence of the house was oppressive to her ears, its emptiness a sacrilege to her eyes, for though it was always thus during the week when Kathy was at school and Gordon was at work, it wasn't the same as being by herself on a Friday night. She slumped with the weight of the knowledge that she was without her daughter until she woke up tomorrow and her husband for most of the following week, and that made the house become a tomb to her, still as death itself and just as vacant.
She told herself to get a grip on her emotions, that moping around was bad and would only make matters worse, so in an attempt to divert herself, she went into the living room and turned on the television. While waiting for it to warm up, she prepared herself a gin-and-tonic, hoping that a little alcohol would help calm her.
There was nothing which interested her on the television, but she started at it in stony detachment, drinking her gin. When the drink was finished, she made another, and returned to her seat, but the sound of the TV was secondary to the mournful dirge of the crickets outside, and the shadows which stole over the house as evening turned into night. Her breathing was the loudest thing in her ears of all, a slow and constant thumping which grew stronger as she drained yet another glass of gin and went to make still another, pouring more gin into the glass and less tonic....
Time passed euphorically, and it wasn't until Marylynn finished the bottle and realized that she had consumed almost a full fifth of gin that she took stock of what was happening. The television was on, showing some kind of hilarious comedy routine on a singer's program which left Marylynn absolutely flat. The bottle was beside her on the table, and when she reached for it, she couldn't feel it because her fingers were numb and tingling. Her vision was nicely fuzzy, the comedy routine sometimes becoming two routines unless she concentrated on it very carefully.
She sat upright. Why, she was drunk! Without anything to eat since a hasty lunch, and her very maudlin attitude, she'd quietly drank all of the gin and gotten inebriated, something she could hardly recall as ever having been. She was very sparse with her drinking, and here she was, hardly able to stand, and to test her theory, she tried to stand and found that she teetered on wobbly legs and needed to hold onto the arm of the chair for support. Blinking rapidly and somewhat ashamed at herself, she staggered off in the direction of her bedroom, feeling very weary and tired, as liquor is apt to make a person when alone and sad....
She untied the cord of her bathrobe, let the slim garment fall to the floor, and then stumbled to the window totally naked, enjoying the way her body was so free and casual without the restraints of clothing. She giggled as she opened the window, thinking of what the neighbors would say if they could see her so brazenly nude like this, and glad there was a large fence around the yard for privacy. A little shiver of delight passed through her as she pictured all the frustrated husbands on either side of that fence bulging their eyeballs as they stared at her nakedness, their loins hard and wanting. And of their propositions, even though they knew she'd refuse-she'd never been unfaithful to Gordon, though flirting a bit now and then. She'd never allowed such games to get out of hand, and she had no intention of ever doing so, but it was nice to know that she could still arouse men on a basic, primitive level. Not that Gordon ever seemed to notice....
Piqued at the realization that she'd be sleeping alone again, she tottered back to the bed and fell on it, too hot and too drunk to think about climbing under the sheets. She stretched languidly out on the bed, releasing her pent-up muscles. Damn, damn, why did Gordon have to leave her tonight, especially when she was not sexually satisfied? She'd been so close, so damned close-and then he'd cum and lost all his interest in her. What kind of husband-of lover-was that? she asked herself.
"Hurry back, Darling," she moaned out loud. "Hurry up and come back home and make love to me...." She could have him make love to her from then to next Christmas, the way she felt at the moment, and she writhed on the bed, the very thought of how Gordon had taken her that afternoon, spreading her thighs and hammering his hard penis long and deep inside her vagina, exciting her. She cupped her breasts and looked over her body, examining her nipples as they slightly hardened from her touch. She moved up farther so that she could lean against the headrest of the bed and have a better look, and drunkenly, she tweaked the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they were fully enlarged. It sent delightful feelings souring through her and as she stared down at the smooth white mounds jutting teasingly from her chest she was still more excited by the dreamy way she could imagine Gordon placing his hands on them instead of hers, caressing them and kissing them hotly with his lips and tongue ... With a low mewl of passion, Marylynn let one hand slowly move from her breasts and down her smooth, flat plane of a stomach, down to the soft, curling fleece of her pubic mound, then out around her thighs and buttocks, only to slip back once again to the lips of her moistly pulsating pussy. Closing her eyes against the guilt in her mound, she let her fingers open the now swelling, trembling slit, part her pubic hair and slide in, finding her clitoris waiting eagerly. She circled the quivering bud, spreading the rising juices in slow caresses, probing her finger into her wetly tingling cunt with a groan between her tightly clenched teeth. She pulled her thighs back crab-like to her squirming touch, and she pinched the tender pink skin of her vaginal lips and hole, luxuriating in the sharp teasing pain as her hips jerked upwards.
Then she worked her fingers hotly into her now hungry pussy, the alcohol and her previous unsated desires mingling to overwhelm her sense of decency and control, and she pressed herself tightly to the mattress as she masturbated, writhing and twisting in time to her self fingerfucking. The cords of her neck stood out and the bed squeaked as she lashed and bucked with the increasing fury of her sexual urgings.
"Oh God ... Oh God ... ." she moaned, feeling like a pervert rubbing herself this way, but knowing that she had to find some kind of release from the cravings Gordon had aroused in her. "Oh God, I want my husband ... I want Gordon!"
As if in answer, the front door of the house opened loudly, and she heard footsteps enter. She quickly removed her fingers, moving around to whip the sheet over her. She breathed harshly, almost fearfully ... and then she realized in a soporific way that she was only hearing her brother-in-law coming home from Frankies. A warm flush poured over her as she thought about Roger, for he was a handsome man, younger and more virile looking than Gordon, but so much like her husband it sometimes was eerie to her. If she wasn't a moral and chaste woman who believed in the sacraments of marriage, there were times she'd go after him, she thought....
And then she blushed even deeper at even harboring such a evil, lewd idea. It was the gin talking, that's what it was, she reprimanded herself. The very notion of doing it with Roger! Why, he was a friend, a wonderfully warm and close friend, but that was all ... And speaking of a friend, that's exactly what she needed at the moment, somebody she could talk to-in just casual conversation, that is; she had no intention of telling Roger or anybody else the troubles which were gripping her mind and body-and with the perverse dedication of a drunk, Marylynn made up her mind that she wanted to see Roger very much.
That's what she needed, she grimly told herself as she climbed from the bed. A little conversation to ease her tensions, and then a good night's sleep. Roger was so nice and understanding, and besides, it was way too early to go to bed yet, anyway. He'd be up for hours, probably drinking most of the liquor in the house the way he was wont to do when Gordon was gone evenings, so why not join him? Yes, that's exactly what's called for, she determined, tying her robe tightly around her again. She made her way to the bedroom door, barefoot and stumbling a little, blinking rapidly in a futile effort to not look to Roger as drunk as she was. And what if she was a little drunk, who cared? Certainly not Roger!
She crossed the living room, seeing that her husband's brother had left the lights on in that room, the hallway, and his bedroom. She thought about stopping before reaching his bedroom-after all, that was only polite-but by the time she got her feet to react, she was beside the door. The door was ajar, Roger having not closed it all the way when he'd entered, and she could hear him humming to himself inside the room. He was off-key and tuneless, a frequent occurrence when he was drunk, and Marylynn had to stifle a giggle, for no doubt Roger had been at Frankies drinking beer, and was in worse condition than she was! She peeked in almost without realizing what she was doing ... and sucked in her breath as she watched wide-eyed the muscular body of her brother-in-law as he slowly took his clothes off!
Already his shirt was unbuttoned, and he was picking at the sleeves of it, trying to get it off his arms. He was having trouble coordinating his moves, but finally the shirt slid off his tanned frame and he threw it on his bed with a casual toss. Marylynn knew that she was doing wrong, standing in the doorway, but an ethereal uneasiness was gripping her, one which kept her rooted in forbidden fascination even though her mind told her to go, and she continued to feast her eyes on Roger as he stretched his naked chest and yawned, unaware that she was watching from the doorway. His naked back was to her satin bronzed skin rippling with male vigor, and then he was unbuckling his belt, humming all the while, and his pants started to slide down his thighs and buttocks, down over his legs. He stepped out of them, now wearing only the briefest pair of underpants, which seemed to accentuate rather than mask his buttocks and flanks. Again Marylynn sucked in her breath, swallowing a rabid quickening of her pulse, unable to understand what was causing her to respond to his slow undressing this way. She'd come to talk to a friend, her brother-in-law, and here she was, moist between her naked thighs, lewdly staring at him as if he was a lover of hers.
He slipped his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and they too were slid down, and as he bent over to remove the shorts, she was forced to admire his fine, strong legs and the white, dimpled cheeks of his buttocks that curved so symmetrically. He was a man, all right, and though he'd been living right there in the house for over a month with her and Gordon, this was the first time that Marylynn had ever taken strong notice of him and wretchedly, she sensed that now she was taking too strong an interest, for as she saw from behind him the begging silhouette of his testicles hanging gourd-like from his thighs, the thought of what his penis would look like filled her mind. Her drunken imagination ran rampant as Roger rubbed and scratched his flesh lazily, and she glued her eyes to where she'd be able to see his genitals once he turned around, somehow luridly fascinated with comparing the size of his cock and balls with those of her husband's. And the more he stood with his back to her in unconscious teasing of her aroused emotions, the more the trembling young woman wanted to view him frontally. She held her breath in anticipation, even though her mind kept telling her to stop what she was doing, that it was wrong and could only lead to trouble....
Then her mental torment was over, for Roger turned and revealed his testicles and penis. He sensuously massaged his pubic area, slowly manipulating his pale, limp cock which was even in its flaccid state one of the largest that Marylynn had ever viewed. It was larger than Gordon's when his was soft-and her mind burned with the excited idea of it hard and long, ready to be buried in a woman's vagina. But even as it was now, it was beautiful to her, and Roger rolled the shaft openly as he stood splay-footed in the room, his every move making Marylynn weaker and trembling with salacious thoughts. She stood transfixed as the tall, large man began to lightly slide his fingers along his cock, and she felt her cunt throb and her breasts ache in the confining bathrobe as she saw his once limp shaft turn a reddish color and engorge itself, growing thicker and straighter until it rose to an enormous size, bigger than she'd dreamed it could get when first she'd spied it. A long, moaning sigh of pleasure bubbled from Roger's lips as he shut his eyes and flicked his hand swiftly over his now hard, rigid spear of flesh, making it stand out from his loins at a straight angle, its blunt head almost purple now. Marylynn shuddered at the thought of what the women he'd fucked over the years felt like with that hugeness sunk deep up in their vaginas, of what she would feel like ... Oh God, what a terribly evil thought! she told herself. She was acting like a slut of the streets, after any male who is willing to screw her! Stop it, Marylynn! Stop it this instant!
Roger slowly masturbated his jerking penis as he stood in the center of the room, his eyes shut and his drunken thoughts going back to Frankies. He'd almost succeeded in picking up that bitch Delores, the divorcee who was always hanging around like a bar-fly, but she'd had to go meet a guy somewhere at the last minute, right when he figured she was all set to take him back to her apartment. Christ, but she'd gotten him excited, putting her hand on his leg way up high, almost to where his cock was, and he could tell that she was willing and all set ... Well, another time, another day, and he'd get into her. There hadn't been any other women around, and he'd run out of money, so he'd had to come back to his temporary home and sponge off his brother's liquor supply.
Ahh, it was better to think of what his brother had than of Delores. He'd grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet in the living room and had come into here, and now the bottle was on the bedside table, his night-cap. How much better it would have been to have his luscious sister-in-law, Marylynn, as a night-cap, he dreamed; what an ass that brother of his was, to leave such a gorgeous girl like her unattended. You could see that she was a sex-maniac at heart, that she'd fuck a guy's toe-nails right off if given a chance, but her bedroom door had been shut when he'd come in, and he knew that he would never get the chance to go in and climb on top of her and find out. No, his sister-in-law was too prim and virtuous on the exterior to allow for any such fooling around like that, but he could dream, couldn't he?
He involuntarily drew in his breath at the unbelievable idea of her being fucked by him. He'd fucked his share of women before, but never anything like her, so pure, so proud, so married. The thought of helpless moanings of pleasure bursting from her untouchable lips goaded his penis to rock hardness, and he could feel the blood in it pound with desire, tiny droplets of seminal fluid oozing from his sensitive cock-head and smearing hotly against his hand as he massaged it back and forth.
He stood like that for long moments, stroking himself into a state of excitement that threatened to explode into a white hot stream at any time. For a second, he considered it. It would be a lovely sight for him to see his hard penis throbbing out its load all over the bedroom carpet, lewdly dribbling down into sticky pools that he'd then only partially clean up-and tomorrow or the next day Marylynn would have to finish the job, running her fingers in his cum. But no, he'd better not, for perhaps she wasn't so innocent as that, and she'd recognize the odor and texture of the stain, and know that he'd masturbated like a teenage boy ... But ohhh, how he wanted to shoot that cum up inside her belly!
Roger saw that he was about ready to spill his semen whether he wanted to or not, so he took his hand away and started for the door, intent on getting a piece of toilet paper from the bathroom before masturbating all the way to orgasm. He opened the door-and there stood Marylynn!
"What--! " he swallowed heavily. "What ... what are you doing here?" he stammered.
"I ... That is ... ." She couldn't seem to put a proper excuse together, her mind whirling confusedly by her being discovered, her brain unable to tell her what to do or say. "Roger...."
He looked up and down her bathrobe, his cock still hard in front of him like a menacing battle standard, and then he placed his hands on his hips, sensing her confusion and despair. "You were watching me, weren't you?" he asked, grinning widely. "You've been standing in the doorway and watching me play with my cock, and enjoying it, weren't you?"
"No ... I just got here," Marylynn replied, but her face crimsoned from his lewd word, and she knew that her lie was transparent.
"Bull shit," Roger snorted. He stepped to her. "Now what would good old Gordon say about that, his wife watching his brother masturbating, and getting all hot and bothered by it?"
"No, you wouldn't tell Gordon!" she blurted.
"I wouldn't think of it, my beautiful little sister-in-law," he said snidely. "It's our own secret, between the two of us, just like the rest of it will be...."
A frightening hollowness came alive in the pit of her stomach as she heard his evil words, like the rest of it ... She felt the room sway as she tried to grasp the situation, her mind whirling from disconcertion, unable to assert herself in her chaotic shambles of arousal and gin.
"What ... what do you mean, Roger?" she managed to whisper.
"I was dreaming about you," he said, stepping right up to her so close that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. "I was dreaming about how nice it would be to fuck you, and that's what got me so excited that I was stroking myself. I never thought I'd have the chance, but now I see that I do. You're as excited by me as I am by you." He reached out swiftly and untied her belt, and the robe fell open to expose all of her creamy, pulsing breasts and matted, wetly trembling cuntal valley. "And it's going to be every bit as sweet as I dreamed, too."
"You ... you're drunk, Roger! You don't know what you're saying!"
"Hah!" Roger roared with lewd laughter. "I'm drunk. Sure, I'm drunk, but so are you. I saw the empty gin bottle in the living room, and I know how much was in the bottle earlier today. I can smell the juniper on your breath, too.
We're both drunk, Marylynn, baby, and maybe that's what it takes to let us get together, to make the walls fall apart so we can get to know one another really well."
Marylynn moaned and her eyes glazed. She had to fight him, to do everything in her power to keep from submitting to his crude advances, brother-in-law or not. She struggled as he tried to pull the robe off her. "Stop it! If Gordon caught you doing this, he'd kill you!"
"But Gordon isn't here, lover. And neither is that precious daughter of yours. It's just the two of us, all alone, naked and hot." He savagely tore at the gown, and it was ripped from her grasp, falling off like a leaf from an autumnal tree. "Go ahead, scream if you want to, there's nobody who'll come to the rescue. But you don't really want to scream, do you? You want me to fuck you, because if you didn't, you'd never have been watching me in the first place!"
His hands began to move hotly over her defenseless naked body, and she crazily had to admit that he was right. She had thought about the way he'd look, straining with his cock inside her, sucking her tits as he fucked her. No! I can't think like this! She cried out in anguish, struggling feebly as she felt his hands close over her aching breasts, her nipples unwantedly growing to hardness.
"No, let me go, Roger! I ... I don't want to make love to you! Gordon's the only one!"
He laughed with callous disregard. "My brother was the only one, Marylynn. But I've seen how he ignores you, how you need more loving than he's supplying. And you'll like me, you'll see. After all, I'm part of the family aren't I? That makes it nicer!"
"Nooooo!" she begged, but it was as if she'd never spoken. His hands were prowling with insane intensity now, over her belly and ribs until they were brushing hotly against the velvety pubic hair between her thighs. She squirmed still harder to break the undesired attention, but still his fingers followed, splaying her tender wet vaginal lips. And his touch was setting her on fire, creating in her a will to submit to his evil intentions, to let him drive his penis inside her and douse the sexual furnaces which her husband had stoked to such a blaze this afternoon. The gin swirled in her blood, telling her to give in ... give in and enjoy his wonderful body....
"Roger ... Oh God, no, Roger!" she panted in his face. "You know this is wrong! Think about how you'll feel tomorrow!"
"Damned good, just like you will," he hissed. "The second fuck tomorrow should be even better, if Kathy goes away."
"Stop ... Stop ... ." she whined, but she was starting to be unsure if she was trying to stop him, or herself. "Stop ... oh God, please stop!"
"I've been dreaming about you a lot longer than just tonight," he continued. "I've been watching you around the house, throwing your tits and cunt like a real prick-teaser. Only you're not just a prick teaser, baby, because you want me ... ." Both his hands were busy now, one assaulting her cuntal passage, burrowing deeper with rapacious tinglings, the other on her breasts. Both were making her jerk and toss, moans escaping from her heaving lungs as he ground her trembling white flesh.
"No ... No ... No ... ." she chanted, but his penis was sliding closer to her as he arched his loins against hers, the angrily glistening head now almost to where his hand was spreading her pink, hotly aroused pussy lips apart, and she was only able to clamp her thighs together at the last moment to stop her vagina from being impaled by his hardened cock while standing up. But the trapping of his fingers in the hair-covered lips of the open mouth between her legs made her excitement more intense, and as he flicked the tip of her clitoris, making it swell with sensation, she found that to her horror and dismay that she was responding to him. Her legs were beginning to jerk slowly, open to his fingers of their own volition, her mind no longer able to control their actions-or even wanting to control them.
"Ohhhh," she moaned piteously, trying to control herself.
"I've got to fuck you, Marylynn," Roger gasped frantically, "I've got to, brother's wife or not!"
In a last desperate attempt to flee from him and the lewd betrayal of her own sensuously trembling body, Marylynn wrenched away with every ounce of energy she possessed, and catching him off-guard, she was able to whirl around. "Noooo! Oh god, please nooo!" she screamed, tears blinding her eyes.
Roger grabbed her, and they stumbled back into his bedroom, falling in a naked heap upon the bed, his weight crushing against her, forcing the air out of her lungs. She sprawled naked and defenseless, her white shimmering buttocks and breasts a quivering spectacle which only urged her hotly aroused brother-in-law on stronger. "Ahhhh," he sighed as he kneaded her smoothly trembling flesh breathlessly.
The total horror and degradation was too much for Marylynn, and she spasmed into uncontrollable sobs, her face to the coverlet, tears spilling from her eyes and spotting the bed. She knew that she shouldn't be crying and that it would do no good, but she felt so wretched and crazy from her arousal and the gin, that the flood continued unabated, and she couldn't have stopped if she'd tried. She was dimly aware that Roger was picking her up and pressing her body to his, cradling her head against his shoulder in a comforting way, as if he was relenting in his cold and callous onslaught of her. Weakly she smelled his masculine body, and peripherally she thought of Goden and the way he smelled, and she lowered her head, allowing him to stroke her shoulder. With blurred vision she saw the close-up of his still hard penis as it nestled in his lap a scant few inches from her tear streaked face.
Roger Hess felt the warm resilient flesh of his sister-in-law tight against him, her body quivering helplessly beneath the encirclement of his arm. Ohhh, shit! This was going to be good ... The blood in his penis was pounding like mad, and his testicles ached with prurient anticipation, but he knew now was the time to be soft and gentle, to break down her mental as well as her physical barriers....
"Listen," he whispered in her ear, "Listen, I'm sorry. We should be friends, Marylynn. Good friends ... ." His words were a smooth flow of honey, mesmerically deadening her hysteria and serving to increase the already erotic influence of their nearness, their nakedness, their excitement. "We're very close already, being related as we are, and it would be so natural and healthy to make love ... ." He felt her stiffen from his words, and he began to stroke the satin skin of her upper arm, continuing to intone softly. "But don't think about that, Marylynn. Don't think about the way my cock is hard and would feel throbbing up inside you, fucking slowly in and out, your vagina straining under it, wanting more ... No, don't let yourself think about it...."
Roger could tell that her breasts were slowly hardening against her will as they pressed tightly to his chest, and he smiled lewdly. He knew that though he was telling her not to think about it, it was reminding her and that the mental images he was evoking in her mind was causing an unmistakable, if unwanted arousal up in her hot little cunt. And perversely, that was exactly what was happening inside the lovely young wife of his brother. She felt a deep twitching in her belly as she conjured up the mental image of her and her husband's brother locked lewdly together, his cock throbbing and pumping into her cunt, fucking her mercilessly up between her widespread legs until at last he drove her to mind shattering orgasm. She didn't want to think about that, oh God-but she couldn't help it. She sobbed into his tightly pressed chest, finding a security in his masculine nearness, his soothing words, and the gentle stroking of his hand.
"You mustn't think about us doing such things," he went on. "We'd be fucking, Marylynn, and that's the right word for it-fucking-kissing and fondling each other's naked flesh and fucking, my cock deep up in your cunt, right here on this bed ... ."
Her unconsciously pulsating vaginal orifice began to secrete greater and greater droplets of lubrication, moistening more her already matted blonde pubic hair, and she couldn't seem to avoid opening and closing her thighs in a gathering sexual cadence, her nipples hardening on her taut breasts until they were actually painful as they pressed against him. She tried to will her body to cease its tingling ardor, but the images were too vivid as he talked, and his maleness was too close, to exciting ... She trembled in his arms, trembled with more than just misery and fear, her breath coming faster and harder now, every fiber inside her secretly screaming for the completion she'd missed reaching with her husband that afternoon.
Roger knew that she was fighting her instincts, could see that she was writhing with the anguish of wanting and yet not wanting him, but at the same time he sensed that if ever he was going to conquer her, it was right this instant before she was able to regroup her retreating morality. "Don't think about me kissing you ... on your sweet, moist lips, on those tender, full, pink lips of yours," he droned hypnotically, and then he raised her tear-streaked face, gazing into her pained eyes. "Kissing you on your lips ... like this!"
He kissed her suddenly, with fury and intensity, flattening and spreading her lips open until he could uncontrollably splurge his tongue into her mouth. Pinwheels of light danced in back of her eyes as she closed them in automatic surrender to his onslaught, and as his tongue played hotly in and out of her mouth, sliding along her tongue, Marylynn made a tiny, gasping mewl of pleasure. Her body seemed to move with his instead of resisting, leaving her nothing to fight him with, and she all but floated in his arms as he pressed her downward until they were both stretched flat out on his bed.
His feverishly working hands began to explore her body again, caressing the swell of her breasts. "Don't think about my hands on your tits," he said, breaking the kiss, "about your full, rich white titties being brought hard and throbbing by my hands ... ." Then he kissed her again, before she could protest, and she felt her nipples pulse eagerly as he rolled them urgently between his fingers. His hands continued down her belly to the tender, hairrimmed lips of her vagina, and she was completely unable to contain herself as she responded to his fingers, quivering violently from the electric contact of the teasingly working tips against the sensuously responding flesh. His fingers continued to massage the warmly tingling passage, working themselves deeper and deeper up into her, and she jerked away from his kiss, a soul-searing moan escaping from her as she arched her neck and rolled her head from side to side. She ground her smooth, rounded buttocks desperately down into the bed, endeavoring vainly to escape the lewd fingerfucking she was receiving from her husband's brother.
"No ... Oh, no, no ... ." she moaned, gnashing her teeth with her denial as it ricocheted around the walls of her skull.
"Yes, Marylynn," Roger persisted. "But don't allow yourself to think about my fingers up in your cunt, or about the way I kiss your breasts, sucking them until they beg to give milk ... ." He dropped his head and cupped one of her firm, trembling breasts, sucking the tiny, throbbing nipple deep between his ovaled lips.
"Dear God," she gasped, knowing she must stop him before it was too late, but not knowing how. His wet, unbearably teasing mouth had begun a gently nibbling along her erected nipple, while his hand eased from her vagina and coursed lightly over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs. She tried to protest in words and with her hands, but neither would respond as his mouth played for a long, delicious moment around her excitedly palpitating breasts, moving from one to the other, his tongue trailing wetly through the narrow fleshy valley between them as he alternated his attention from one to the other.
And then his mouth was sliding down over her trembling stomach, his hardened penis moving smoothly along the furrow of her tightly clamped legs as his body slipped downward. He ground his tongue for a moment in her navel, raising tiny moans and gasps of involuntary excitement from her now open mouth. Once more she tried to halt him, but it was as if she had become momentarily paralyzed. He moved lower, maddening patterns of indecent sensations trailing after his gently nipping teeth, and she felt her thighs being pressed tenderly apart and she could make no resistance as he hunched his face down between them. She sucked in her breath as she felt his thumbs spread the soft, hair-covered lips of her vagina outward, and the coolness of the air touched against her there. His tongue flickered forward, the tip of it teasing moistly against the bud of her clitoris, causing it to throb momentarily and then to suddenly burst upward with hardness. He lowered his fingers and spread the opening of her pussy still wider, and then he dropped his tongue from her clitoris and thrust it deeply into the pink, wet flesh of the now hungrily pulsing passage.
"Ahhhh!" Marylynn smoothly curved hips jerked suddenly upward from the spasming moist contact, and with undesired reaction, she reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair, wantonly pulling his face harder to her loins. His tongue circled around inside her, flicking against the sensitive smooth walls of her cunt, sending insane spasms of heated desire racing wildly through her whole naked body.
"Ohhhh, god!" A long groan bubbled from her throat, and then she heard herself moaning:
"No, don't kiss me between my legs, Roger ... I never let Gordon kiss me there ... It's not right ... Kiss me, kiss me on my titties and mouth, but not down there ... ." To her own amazement, plus confused disappointment, he was then moving up over her, and her unsatiated cunt burned with live fire, as if she had truly reveled in having her cunt sucked. Then he was kissing her as she'd asked, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat, his fingers once more fondling and caressing her naked vagina. She undulated and bucked from his ministrations, the lewd wickedness of what she was allowing her own husband's brother to do to her right in her own house sending a shock of lewd excitement through her, and her pussy suddenly ached more with her need to be fulfilled.
"Marylynn ... I've got to have you now," Roger gasped.
"Oh no ... no," she moaned weakly, her physical being telling her that she must let him, while her brain struggled to maintain control of her inflamed senses. "Please don't do it to me!"
"Marylynn ... ." He rolled over on top of her, endeavoring his best to force her legs open again and his penis inside her cunt.
"No," she whimpered. "I can't let you do it and ruin my marriage! She hugged him tight to her and talked wetly against his mouth, even as he tried to squirm his cock between her legs. "Oh god, Roger ... If you do this to me, we're both going to be sorry! I'd never be able to face Gordon again! Don't you see?"
"He doesn't have to know ... ." he cried out. "Good God, I want you, Marylynn!"
She kissed him hard as he continued to thrust his hardened rod down through the upper portion of her wet, hair-lined slit, fighting madly to reach the smooth, pink hole she still held desperately away from him, his every stroke sending wild delight through her as his cock-head rubbed the erectly pulsing stem of her clitoris. She felt the lips around her throbbing vagina pushed open, the elastic-rimmed tightness not resisting any longer, but seemingly arching upwards to meet his cruel pressure. He shoved again, feeling the vaginal passage flower open and throb in helpless excitement before him, and then unable to stand another second of this delicious torture, he rammed forward with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way up to the hilt in the warm wet walls of her cunt. His balls slapped tightly against her jerking anus as she screwed herself down onto the bed in a vain attempt to escape the sudden, unexpected impalement, her legs jerking out on either side of his body, splaying over either edge of the covers, kicking futilely into the air.
"Roger! Oooooooh God, Noooooooo!" she screamed, but it was too late, her cock-filled body was pinned helplessly down into the softness of the bed. Her lips curled back from her teeth, incoherent whimpers of useless protest coming from deep in her chest, and her arms were outstretched, palms against his shoulders in an attempt to hold back the blunt hard penis which felt as if it were tearing her belly open.
The snooty little bitch has never been fucked so deep, he gloated, and he looked down victoriously gleaming eyes and could see his dark pubic hair tangled lewdly with her blonde ones, the base of his thick fleshy cock buried deep into the pink wet furrow that his tongue had licked into slippery receptiveness a moment before. He could see the tight, elastic-like lips of her cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the rubbery outer rim clasping tightly around the thick, light-skinned base of his cock. He almost wished that Gordon could see his precious little wife now, legs split wide, with his own brother's huge, almost ready to cum, rod buried deep up in her proud little belly.
Marylynn was defeated and she knew it. Her whole being was torn with the hot, searing pain of his sudden entry, an entry she had not wanted-and yet had wanted at the same time. Her surrender was as much her doing as his, she groaned, feeling every fleshy ridge of his cock as it pressed against the thin folds of flesh inside her pussy. It was a part of her, and even the tickling hairs of the sperm-filled testicles she could feel dangling down in the nakedly sensitive crevice of her open buttocks were part of her, and she and Roger were one and the same, rolling together into one great fiery ball of aching sexual hunger. She began a wild licking at the wetness of her lips, her nostrils flaring, her cunt contracting involuntarily as lewd, lascivious thoughts of what they must look like raced through her liquored, heated mind.
"Ohhhhh," she whimpered through bared teeth, fighting the total subjugation of her senses. "Ahhhhh," she mewled as he flexed his shaft gently, her wet clasping vagina opening and closing around his pulsating member with undesired pleasure.
And then he started a slow rhythmic fucking into her, and her head lolled from side to side as her hips, beyond all conscious control now, rolled sensuously beneath his grinding penis, her lust-hungry pussy screwing itself up tighter against his hair-covered loins in answering supplication.
Marylynn felt the last of her resistance fading, giving way to a maddening tingle that started deep within her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. It rippled from deep up in her cunt and all the way out the fleece-lined lips, dancing like fire across the milky white thighs, up the full length of her splayed legs and circled around her legs. It worked its way up from her contracting belly and through her rib cage and out the tips of her pink, heatedly palpitating nipples. Thin rivulets of sweat pearled down the sides of the full quivering mounds of her breasts to soak the covers beneath her.
Roger began long, hard strokes up between her open thighs now into the streaming passage that was now wet with acceptance, withdrawing the head until just the tip was inside her hotly pulsating opening, and then thrusting forward into her cunt again with his hips until his balls were screwed tightly into her nakedly quivering buttocks. She groaned as her exposed cunt was plundered again and again, her womb flaring open to receive the delicious rape of her once sheltered genitals. Her hands forced themselves desperately from under his chest and snaked around his back, her nails clawing a red-streaked path down to his flexing buttocks. She pulled him deep and hard to her, thrusting her belly shamelessly up to skewer herself on his driving hot rod. She sucked voraciously on the rich wet tongue that was once more shoved into her throat, and swallowed greedily the saliva that ran from his mouth into hers in his lewd excitement. Her body matched his pounding lunges with her own tempestuous thmshings, for she was one with him, and it was driving her insane!
She couldn't let it stop!
She no longer wanted him to ever stop!
"Ohhh, Roger! Roger! Yes! Yes!"
"Yes what!" he panted lasciviously over her.
"Make love to me! Yes! Yes!"
"Love? You mean fuck you!"
"Yes, Roger! Fuck me! Fuck me, do anything you want to me, but don't stop! Ohhhhh, fill me up with your cum! Ohhhh!"
Roger let his now insanely aroused sister-in-law strain her naked body up against him, feeling the utter abandonment of her labors now that she was released from her own self-imposed restrictions. It was just as he'd thought; once broken through, her haughty prudery dissolved into wild, absolutely insatiable cravings! Her lewdly answering motions became more frantic by the second, the tempo of her thrusts with him more urgent, and he knew that she was straining to cum. The juices of her milking cunt were flowing to the point where he could hear a wet sucking sound every time he fucked his cock in and out of her, and she in turn thrust her hotly grinding crotch sharply up at his hardness, burying it deep inside her, her back arched desperately off the rhythmically squeaking bed, her feet planted on either side of his knees tightly against the bedding. She bucked against him wildly.
"Ohhh God, yes! Fuck meeeee!"
The rusty springs groaned loudly in time to the two tightly entwined naked bodies that were struggling wildly together. The sounds of deep straining grunts and occasional squeals of lewd words from the voluptuous passion-crazed woman filled the hot stifling air of the room, mingling with the noise of sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply against each other, and the wet viscous slurp of Roger's drubbing penis going in and out of his sister-in-law's tightly clenching cunt. Neither heard the sharp intake of breath from the slim figure standing in the doorway, or saw the girl who stood in frozen, horrified shock with her beautiful young features drained of blood.
Pretty Kathy Hess choked back an insane desire to scream at the top of her young lungs, aghast at what she was witnessing. Her mother! Her own mother, rutting like an animal on the bed with her own uncle! Oh, God in heaven, she couldn't believe it-but there it was right in front of her, and her eyes weren't deceiving her!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Good-night, Gary," Kathy said as she stepped out of his Thunderbird.
"Gee, Kathy, I-" Coren licked his lips.
"Don't apologize any more, Gary. I told you, we'll get together tomorrow." She sighed and closed the car door, for in spite of the fact it was still relatively early, the close call with losing her virginity had exhausted her mentally and physically. She'd nearly been raped while witnessing a brutal coupling of two strangers, and seen her first erect penis, and had been ejaculated upon. She was hurt and confused from it all and wanted only to go to bed, needing the healing influence of a sound sleep to obliterate the effects of the alcohol and her arousals, and calm her down so that she could gather her wits about her.
The thing which bothered her the most was not the explosion of the moment, but her own loss of self-control. It had taken everything she possessed to stop herself from submitting, and she wanted desperately to examine what had happened in a rational, calm light so that she could be able to resist better next time she was with Gary, or any other boy. She trembled as she fitted the key in the front door lock, the liquor in her blood still tingling and her erotic excitement still gripping her in a partial desire to go back to Gary and lose her hard saved virginity on quaking impulse.
She hoped that she'd gotten all of Gary's hot, sticky semen off her thighs and buttocks, but they'd only been able to clean her with a rag that was kept in the car, and perhaps they'd missed some tell-tale stains. She prayed that her mother was asleep and her uncle was still out drinking, because she'd die if she was caught like this. But the living room lights were on, as were the hall lamps, and the door to her mother's bedroom was open-yet her mother was nowhere to be seen. Strange, the girl thought, frowning and reflexively brushing the front of her skirt. She started for her bedroom when a high-pitched wail stopped her dead in her tracks.
It sounded like her mother, and it was coming from her uncle's bedroom, the door to which was wide, and from which light was streaming. Kathy blinked, undecided ... and then she heard another sound, this time more distinct: Ohhhhh! Yes! Yes! My God! What was going on in there? Kathy tensed, then turned and walked quickly back through the living room and down the hall. At her uncle's bedroom, she paused, listening to strange, unfamiliar sounds of a bed moving rhythmically. And then her vision absorbed all of what was going on-and she sucked in her breath in horror!
She was certain that she was going to faint! She wanted to rush in and tear them apart even more than she had wanted to the unknown couple in the car, to bite and claw and scream until she drove her mother and uncle apart like the animals they were! She tried to blot the scene from her eyes, but as before, she found herself rooted by the carnality-though this time it was worse, a thousand times worse! It was her mother she was viewing, not an unknown girl of doubtful morals! With her uncle, her father's own brother!
The foot of the swaying bed was pointed directly at the door, affording the teenager a perfect perspective of the physical act of intercourse. She could see her uncle's thick, hard cock thrusting cruelly into her mother, while she in turn splayed out her legs wide on either side of his body, locking her heels into his muscular, flexing buttocks to drive him tighter to her. Kathy could see the muscles stand out on her thighs, just as she'd seen them on the girl's thighs earlier, and her uncle Roger's hands cupping the naked white buttocks with a savage strength, squeezing the soft resilient moons mercilessly together, forcing the walls of her vagina closer around his rigid cock. This time, the thinly parted pubic hairs were visible to Kathy as they teased against the narrow sperm-filled ridge that ran the length of the older man's fleshy, glistening shaft.
She shook her head, horrified, trying to clear the fog that her shock, the alcohol, and her previous lusting was filling her mind with. My God, the lewd display of those people in the car was nothing compared to the unleashed exhibition before her. Their actions were inexcusable-but this was her own mother and uncle! Kathy couldn't get over that fact, and she was shattered by the realization that her own mother was capable of acting like nothing more than a female bitch in heat!
All of that talk about saving herself for marriage, watching out about a boy's advances-all of the maternal advice Kathy had received since she was old enough to know what a cunt was, was so much hypocrisy! Anger welled in her young breast, a seething, uncontrolled anguish at having been betrayed. What a bunch of crap all those stern lectures had been-for here was her own mother being fucked half to death by a man not her husband! He wasn't even a lover-he was a relative! Incest!
Kathy couldn't stand it, watching this awful, nakedly obscene scene, but she couldn't pull away. The other sight in the car had been temporarily hypnotizing to her, but this confrontation totally ruptured every nerve and sinew in her mind, breaking through the last, delicate crust of her immature self-control. The liquor, abated by her excitement at the hands of Gary Coren, released the restraints of her upbringing, and she found that as she listened and stared at the unbelievable depravity, her anger and hurt began to slowly dissipate, to ease away until she was at a loss to know exactly how she felt about seeing her own mother being fucked by another man as though she were nothing more than a street whore.
Her mother, so prim and proper, so stuffy about sex and morality-instead she was showing that she could whole-heartedly abandon herself, and her hidden depths that were now displayed amazed Kathy. Rather than hatred, the girl felt stirrings of empathetic response, of one woman relating to another, and as she watched, more and more she became consumed with kinship, a bond of closeness. With every stroke of her uncle's giant penis into her mother's tightly stretched cunt, Kathy's breathing grew louder and harsher, and sweat began to trickle down the folds of her blouse and skirt. She sensed a strange feeling of no longer being a part of herself, the shock of seeing her mother being fucked half to death by her uncle that strong on her, and she couldn't understand the change in her. Down between her nervously clenched thighs, her tight, still virgin pussy was starting to tingle and a light quivering rose in her belly and breasts.
It was almost as if ... Good God, No! It was as if she was getting excited sexually by seeing her own mother being fucked by someone who was not her father.
Roger stopped his powerful lunges for a moment and laughed. "I want to hear it again!" he teased mockingly down to Marylynn's passion-contorted face. "I want to hear it again! Tell me that you want me to fuck you!"
"Yes! Ohhh, fuck me, keep fucking mmmeeee!"
Kathy watched in lurid fascination at the gleaming expanse of hardened male penis which throbbed salaciously in the light, at the way her mother lurched and jerked her loins up to swallow more of it inside her cunt, and then she saw her uncle sink his cock once more into the thinly bearded hole, and heard a low, sighing wail. She hardly could breathe now, the insides of her mouth and throat seemingly filled with sand, and the prurient sensations between her thighs were climbing in intensity, making a wetness that threatened to stain the front of her tight skirt. Passion flowed through the honey-colored curls of her moist young pussy from the repulsive obscenity and the wetly exciting sounds but a few feet away, and a throbbing of agony built in her cunt and hardened breasts. She realized that in the back of her mind she was wishing that she was the one lying naked on the bed, her legs spread wide, instead of her mother, her uncle's thick, desire-bloated cock filling all of her belly.
Her right hand slid along her trembling body, down the flat plane of her stomach to her skirt, then up underneath to where her tender young pubic mound quivered with excitement, and she rubbed the forefinger and thumb of her other hand gently around the bra-encased nipple as Gary had done. Her own mewlings were unheard as the lovely young woman and the man thrashed abandonedly on the bed a few feet from her. She gathered her skirt and slowly slid to the floor, sprawling on the carpet, her naked thighs and moist, pink cuntal slit exposed to the same soft light and cooling air as the nakedly writhing couple's flesh was on the wildly squeaking bed. She widened her legs and lowered her hand to her vagina as she'd done before, only this time she knew she was sinning far more than any time in the past. She wasn't alone now, but masturbating while watching her own mother being fucked by her father's brother.
Marylynn mewled piteously, her cunt flowering wider open in welcome relief as at last she felt that she was going to be satisfied. "Ohhh God, Roger ... I'm ... I'm almost there! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
"Me too, baby!" came the raucous response. "I'm going to cum in you like a river!"
Kathy rubbed her cunt faster and harder, her fingers sliding in and out and teasing her clitoris. wave after wave of consuming delight flowing over her. She dropped her left hand from her breast then, and without realizing that she was breaking another vow, she insinuated first one, and then two, and finally three fingers inside the tiny virginal hole up between her widespread legs. She continued to stare, with bulging desire-glazed eyes at the lewdly fucking couple before her, her adolescent brain chanting crazily: I want to cum too ... I want to cum too ... She imagined a man's cock grinding heavily up inside her. She heard an unearthly gurgle emit from her mother's mouth and saw her slow her buttocks in their wild scramble for completion, beginning instead small, spasmodic jerking up against the hardened male penis imbedded deep in her cunt. At the same time, Roger groaned and thrust as hard as he could inside her mother's quivering white belly, and Kathy saw his testicles throb with his release of milky white semen. For the second time that night, the young girl was able to see creamy fluid cascade onto flesh, this time as her uncle, his testicles jerking against her naked anus, filled her mother's vagina, the overflow spewing out around her hotly pulsing pussy lips and matting her inner thighs. And this time, her own climax was set off, and Kathy's cunt was charged with orgasmic secretions to the point of dribbling down her own excitedly trembling crevice and running onto the rug. She strained wildly in her release until she thought her fingers would be ripped off, squeezing her cunt with both hands tightly over and over. Then, drained and exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, breathing harshly.
She peered through dulled eyes and heard with ringing ears as she made out her mother and Roger cradling each other in their naked arms, still not realizing that they were being watched. The man panted for his breath, and Marylynn whimpered and writhed uncontrollably beneath him.
"You ... you want more?" he asked the dementedly craving wife.
"Ohhhh, Roger! Roger, you felt so gooooddd!"
"Give me a rest, and I'll be ready to go again in a minute."
"Hurry ... Ohhhh, already I want to be fucked again!"
"Jesus, I've never seen a woman turn on like you!"
The lewd conversation jarred Kathy back to sanity, her own orgasm having temporarily salved her driven desires. She slowly removed her fingers from her flooded little vagina, her body whirling with shame and remorse. She stood, letting her skirt fall over her naked cunt again, staring for a last time at the couple on the bed as they fell apart and cuddled one another, her mother tenderly fondling Roger's now limp penis and his great sac of testicles, while he in turn sucked one large breast and played with her pussy. Kathy backed away, down the hall, feeling suddenly lost and soiled, not knowing what to do.
They were at it again, and would be until all hours of the morning, she thought ... and what about herself? She was sick! She must be to have responded in such a ghastly perversion as masturbation. What could she do? She couldn't face her mother tomorrow or ever again, not after having gone through this experience, and having seen what she had seen. Where could she go? She couldn't stay here, not and hear more lies about sex and men from her mother-and then try to keep the abysmally evil secret about what her mother was truly like from her father. No, she had to think of something else....
Gary!
The idea of him came to her in a flash. He'd understand if anybody would, considering what they'd been through together earlier that evening. Yes ... Gary was her only answer, and she was sure that he'd be able to advise her what to do. Oh Lord, why did she have to find her mother with her uncle? Nothing would ever be the same ever again!
She dashed out of the house, almost as if panic dogged her heels, and ran down the block as fast as she could, the wind streaming in her face, tears blinding her eyes and drying to crusts of salt on her cheeks. She reached the Coren house, only to find it dark. For a moment she huddled next to the shrubs, uncertain what to do ... Gary and his father were both asleep, like they should be, she guessed. Quietly, she snuck around the side of the house, down the path and through the arbor separating the front and back yards. She crossed the lawn, skirting a rock garden, trying to remember which room was Gary's. She'd been in his house only a few times, and now she had the problem of trying to figure out which windows were his from the outside. There ... it had to be those two, near the kitchen door....
Kathy stooped and picked up a few pieces of oyster shell from the path and flung them at the windows. They hit with small pinging rattles. "Gary!" she called out in a loud whisper. "Gary, wake up!"
There was no answer.
She threw a few more pieces and called out louder. "Gary! Please, wake up!"
A small lamp suddenly went on. "Who's there?" came a muffled voice from inside.
"Kathy! Gary, please open the window! It's me, Kathy!"
There came a shuffling of feet and a prodigious yawn, and then the window nearest her opened and the boy stuck his head out blinking owlishly, his hair messed and his face puffed with sleep.
"Kathy?" he asked incredulously. "What do you want?"
"Oh, Gary, I have to talk to you! Can you let me in?"
"What's wrong? Are you sick?" He frowned as he saw the anguish that was plain on her face.
"No ... no, I'm not sick. It's ... about my mother."
"Your mother?"
Kathy wrung her tiny hands abjectly. "I'm never going back home. Never!"
"Jesus, that bad, huh?" He licked his lips, still confused and thick-headed from his sleep. "Well, I'll come around to the back door and let you in. I'm only wearing my underpants, though."
Kathy's heart skipped a beat, but then she thought that it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. "Ohhhh, I don't care," she said rashly "I don't care about what you've got on, as long as you'll help me."
"Sure, sure ... Wait right there." He closed the window, and there was a short space of absolute silence, and then the lights in the living-room went on, and the glass door for the patio swung back and Gary stood there, in only his underpants as he'd said. "Well, come on in out of the rain," he said, making a feeble joke.
Kathy sucked in her breath, looking with wide, trembling eyes at the boy, and then nodding, she mutely went inside the house. He shut the door behind her, but before talking to her any more, he walked to the large stereo phonograph, selected a record and put it on. "You look so upset, I thought perhaps a little mood music would help," he said with an infectious grin. "Percy Faith. You like him?"
"It's very nice. I recognize that song from an old movie I once saw. A Walk On The Wild Side." She sat down on a long, low couch, tucking her legs beneath her, trying her best to show that his thoughtfulness was helping her. Yet it was terribly difficult to keep her chin from trembling, or to burst anew into a squall of tears. Gary sat down on the couch with her, but refrained from sitting too close, actually sitting a little more distant that he had to, but his lewd gaze was fastened on her with hardly concealed craving, savoring her invitingly high, globular breasts that palpitated beneath her thin blouse, and her slender curving waist and firm thighs that were still an inviting temptation to him. He wondered how he could turn her distraught plea for help into a way of successfully fucking her, and his cock ached slightly in the confinement of his thin underpants.
Kathy leaned back, soaking in the music, and indeed, she did feel a little better. With a sigh, her eyes closed, she said wistfully "Gary, I wish that I never had to leave her."
"Why? Your mother?"
"Yes. She's-" She caught herself before she spilled out the shame and horror of what she'd witnessed, and she clapped a hand over her mouth in a gesture of silence.
"Go on, what about her?"
"I ... can't tell you. I can't tell anybody. Just please believe me, I can't ever go back there."
"Well, perhaps when your father gets back...."
"No, especially not then," she said, shaking her head violently.
"You should confide in someone, Kathy. I can see that you've been crying and very upset, and you can't keep whatever is wrong bottled up inside."
"It's ... too terrible to tell," she replied thickly.
"Gary," a strong male voice called out from another part of the house. "Gary who the hell is out there with you?"
"Who-" Kathy gasped jerking back.
"My father, silly," Gary said. "We must have awakened him."
"Gary!"
"It's all right, Dad," the boy called back. "It's only Kathy Hess."
"Kathy? What's she doing here at this hour?"
"Don't tell him," the girl hissed at Gary. "Please, don't-"
"He's my father," Gary replied with a thin, foreboding smirk. "And more than that, he's the best friend I've got. Hell, if you're smart, you'll tell us both."
"I couldn't do that!" Kathy blushed, embarrassed at the idea of even confiding to Gary, much less to his father.
"Believe me, Kathy, that's the wisest thing you could do." He grinned at the young teenager's reluctance. "He won't bite, honest."
Just then, Marcum Coren entered the room, belting a short bathrobe around him, a robe made of thin cotton that was cut like a smoking jacket and barely covered his buttocks and crotch. His long, muscular legs were bare, and he padded across to the couch, smiling. "Ah, Kathy. This is a pleasant surprise."
"She's in some kind of mess, Dad," Gary said. "Maybe we can help her."
"Yeah ... Maybe we can." A glint seemed to sparkle in the older man's eyes as he looked down at the shivering little girl, and he ran a wet tongue around his glistening lips. "Maybe we can at that."
"All right, Kathy. You want to tell us both about it?"
She took one more glance at Marcus Coren standing over her, and he seemed to personify all the problems she was having with adults, and she couldn't find the voice to blurt out the truth, not in front of him. "No ... no, I made a mistake coming here, Gary," she said hastily. "I shouldn't have bothered you. I'm sorry. I-"
"Don't be stupid," Gary snapped huskily.
"We're always glad to help a nice young girl like you," his father added soothingly. "Trust us, won't you?"
Kathy turned from the man to his son, and for the first time sensed that there was a certain coldness behind his seemingly friendly smile, a sinister intent that wasn't really as good-natured as he was trying to make her believe. But who else was there? She felt so alone and afraid, and if he and his father would help her, it would be better she supposed. Even if they couldn't, she wouldn't have lost anything except a little of her pride.
"Well?" Mr. Coren urged.
"I ... don't know where to begin," she faltered. "It was so horrible. A-after we said goodnight, Gary, I went in my house and all the lights were on, but Mother wasn't in her bedroom or in the living room. Then I heard an awful noise from my uncle Roger's bedroom, and I went to see ... ." She went on to tell the sordid tale in shaky tones, endeavoring to skip over the part where she'd fingered herself while watching them. She noticed as first Gary and then his father's eyes grew very large but oddly beady, as if they were finding pleasure in the lewd details. When she'd finished, she hung her head as if waiting their judgment.
"So, that's the story, huh?" Gary asked.
Kathy nodded her head.
"And you don't want to go home again?" Marcus added with a faintly mocking voice. "All because you saw your uncle fucking your mother? Isn't that a shame."
"What?" Horrified, Kathy stared at the grinning man standing before her, hardly believing she'd heard him correctly.
"That's right, Dad said fuck," Gary chuckled.
"P-please, don't talk like that," she wailed. "Don't you see it's bad enough as it is without being vulgar about it?"
"Who's being vulgar?" Marcus said as if surprised. "That's what it was, Kathy, and you have to call it by how you see it. You saw your mother getting a good fucking."
"Not that I can figure why she's so upset about it," his son said nonchalantly.
"But she's my mother!" Kathy screamed vehemently, feeling she was losing contact with reality at this perverted direction of the conversation. "She was like some horrible beast with Uncle Roger!"
"More like a real woman, I'd say," Marcus mused. "She was having a wonderful time, not hurting anybody. Except you, maybe, but she didn't know you were there, did she? Why shouldn't your mother get fucked if she wants to?"
"What a sick thing to say!" Kathy cried. "I never--! "
"I know you never, baby," Gary snickered. "That's why you're having such trouble over this. You're the one out of step, and that's sort of surprising, because we're of the new, free generation. Hell, your mother's the one who should have all the hang-ups about sex, not you."
"She does! She must have to act that way!"
"Well, I don't know," Mr. Coren said, stroking his chin in a gesture of thoughtfulness. "She probably does, and tomorrow will be crying the blues over what she's doing now, but that isn't what Gary means. You kids are always picketing and demonstrating for freedom, and yet you're not very free inside, are you, Kathy?" over her ears, her mind spinning with confusion.
"Stop this," she moaned, pressing her hands She didn't know what to think any more, the vast boiling anger toward her mother having subsided when she'd been drawn by the carnally inciting scene, and now her anguish was diminishing with the provocatively lewd arguments being leveled for such a way of life by the Corens. She no longer knew what was right or wrong, only that she felt confused and wretched. "Stop talking like this and help me, please!"
"Think we can, Dad?"
"Well, that depends, son. I don't think she's been telling us the whole truth."
"I have! I have!"
"Oh come on, girl," the man's voice cracked like a whip. "It's obvious that you stood and watched them for a long time, or else you wouldn't have been able to tell us all about them. Admit it, Kathy, you stood there and watched and got hot pants while they were doing it!"
"Ohhhh!" she bawled. "No! I tell you I was sickened!"
"Cut the crap with us," Gary said savagely. "You got a great big ball out of the fucking, just like you did when you watched those kids fucking in the car. You got hotter than hell!"
"Gary!" She looked wildly from him to his father, shamed to the point of wanting to run at his admission in front of the older man. "You don't have to-"
"He already has told me everything, Kathy," Marcus said.
"like I said," Gary snickered. "Dad's my best friend. Sure, I told him. I even told him that I almost fucked you."
"Oh, no ... no!" she moaned dazed from the knowledge that nothing was sacred in her life.
"Now, about us helping you," Marcus said as if inconcerned about her agony. "It depends on whether you'll help us."
"Help ... you?" she asked hesitantly.
"You're not that dumb," Gary said with an unmistakable grin.
Her stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had just turned inside out. She felt nauseous, as vivid memories of her uncle Roger's cock sliding in and out of her mother's cunt flooded her mind-is this what Gary wanted to do to her? Momentarily she feared that she was going to vomit, the blood draining from her face. "What ... what are you going to do?" she asked, miserably.
"Well, we'll let you stay here for as long as you want, Kathy. If your mother wants you back, she'll have to see us first, and we'll ... explain the facts," Marcus offered. "Or anything else you think is right. But, as I say, that depends on how you stay here with us."
Kathy's mouth twisted into a harsh cry of bitterness. There was no way of avoiding the implied intentions behind his words. She was being told that her virginity was the bargaining price, and that Mr. Coren was to join in on the plundering of her defenseless body as well as his son. Oh God, it would have been better to have had Gary do it to her in the church parking lot-then she'd never have gone home early, seen her mother and uncle, and come here for help. Coming here for help had been the worst mistake of all, she saw that now, and she had to figure out some way of getting free of their clutches.
"No," she whimpered, shaking her head vigorously. "No, no never! I won't stay here!"
"She doesn't want to let us help her," Marcus said. "I guess we'll just have to convince her it's the right way, eh Son?"
"All the way, Dad," Gary snickered, and then in an aside to Kathy, he added: "Dad and I, we're friends, see? Really good friends, and we do a lot of things together, including sharing what we've got, if you get what I mean."
If there had been any doubt to what Gary meant, his father shattered it completely. He untied his bathrobe and jerked it off, and Kathy was suddenly faced with a long, thick, glistening cock springing up in full sight between his legs. It was monstrous and webbed all along the underside with throbbing blue veins, giving grim advance warning of the lustful state its owner was in. Her eyes trailed a slow path along his body, up to his face, a piteous and useless mewl coming from her, pleading for mercy. But there was none in Marcus Coren. Nothing but icy, unyielding lust. She turned away, for now Gary had joined his father in nakedness, dropping his shorts, and was similarly standing with his penis straight out in fevered erection, a drop of his seminal emission already forming on the eye of his cockhead. She gaped in transfixed horror at the rising hardness she remembered so well.
"It can't be! It just can't be!" She whined in utter disbelief. "Not ... not both Gary and his Dad!"
Snickers and chortles rebounded as answers, and she was wild with fear, the alcohol not able to protect her mind from the horrible truth of what was going to happen to her!
She was going to be raped by both of them at the same time!
CHAPTER FIVE
Dear God, no!" Young Kathy Hess stammered, a helpless dread gripping her entrails, and she felt blind panic as Gary Coren stepped toward her and took her arm roughly, making her stand up. She cringed from his touch, shrinking away as best she could, but his father was circling her waist with a thick muscular arm, and her struggling was for nothing. "Don't touch me! No! Don't!"
"Get her clothes off, Son," Marcus ordered.
"Yeah ... ." He tore at her blouse, popping some of the buttons in his haste, and then he roved his hands over her naked skin, the velvet of her body only broken by the white brassiere and her thin, short skirt. She could feel the boy's hard young cock press between her legs as he grappled with her, his hands going around her back to unsnap her bra. She writhed to free herself, but then the bra was off, and her full, resilient breasts quivered nakedly free.
Still not satisfied, he fumbled with the zipper on the side of her skirt, harshly wrenching it down the curve of her voluptuous young hips and peeling it from her cuntal triangle with impatience. Her skirt puddled on the floor, and then Gary was kneeling, picking up first one foot and then the other, removing her shoes along with her skirt. Now she was totally naked, as naked as they were, and rough hands forced her back on the couch. Oh God, there was nothing she could do about it, either! She was hopelessly overpowered, and completely at their mercy. Both Gary and his father held her down so that she was spread-eagled on her stomach before them. Gary clambered on the broad couch and kneeled upright over her buttocks, looking down with his hands on her hips, his hefty, erect penis hovering menacingly, his sperm-swollen balls hanging below its base.
"There now," Marcus said. "That wasn't so bad, was it? You just let yourself go a little, like that girl in the back of the car, or your mother, and you'll enjoy it even more."
"Jesus, look at that smooth little ass," Gary said, salivating at the corners of his mouth. "Why don't you take pictures of her?"
"Good idea, Son. Hold her while I get my camera. We can have an external reminder of when you bagged a virgin!" His voice quavered with the lewd idea of taking snapshots of his son fucking this once-proud little girl, and he was pleased that Gary had thought of it. Shit, he was really a chip off the old block, Gary was-too bad his mother Madeline had to die, because the three of them had always had fun together, and by now would have made a spectacular trio!
"No, no! Not that too!" Kathy groaned as she heard what was being planned. Her heart lurched at the sickening thought that her subjugation would forever be recorded on film that even after they'd had their fill of her, there would always be pictures of her day of shame to be used later for God only knew what insidious purposes. She tried to move, lifting her head, but winced as Gary forced her back on the couch, his one hand holding her head spread-fingered while his knees relentlessly forced her legs apart with a harsh pressure that strained her tender inner thighs and buttocks. She strained against him, but it was hopeless, and she gave in, the boy dropping between her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider still. A soft moan of helpless despair escaped from her clenched lips as she felt the hardness of his penis make wet, sticky contact with the soft, white flesh of her thighs. He moved forward, insinuating the full length of his pulsating erection along the narrow, stretched crevice of her buttocks, and she squirmed and twisted beneath him, inciting his lust to the utmost.
"I told you I was sorry about tonight," Gary said viciously. "I was, but the only thing I was sorry about was that you stopped me from fucking you. Well, I ain't going to be so nice about it this time!"
"I've got my Polaroid, Son," Mr. Coren said, returning from the kitchen. "She's all yours now!" He stepped back a pace, his blood-maddened cock trembling with excitement. "I'm ready!" He adjusted the flash attachment, waiting....
"You heard Dad, Kathy," Gary said harshly. "Now, roll over and get up on your knees."
She rolled over at his command but then tried to stiffen her body and press her stomach and breasts tighter to the couch, bitter tears of fear and agony washing down her face, but the hand holding her head down pushed harder, cutting off her air, and a faint dizziness swept over her from the lack of oxygen, and she was forced to let her body go limp. The hand slackened, allowing her to gulp desperately, and then Gary tugged at her now relaxed hips, pulling her up off the cushions, and by the time she had fully recovered her breath. She was on her knees with her buttocks waving high in the air behind her. She didn't try to resist again, knowing that she'd have to submit eventually anyway, and she had to admit that she was nothing but a toy to be used as they vented their lust for satisfaction-a satisfaction that would only end after her virginity was torn from her and their hot cum had been spewed lewdly up inside her soft, ruptured belly.
Kneeling behind her, Gary gazed at the full white moons of her buttocks, and his balls tingled at the lascivious sight, making him want to thrust forward immediately into the narrow, teasing slit that swung in the air before him. But he hesitated, holding himself back, purposely torturing himself for the moment so that he could break her mind as well as body. That would be the ultimate defeat for her, this snooty little bitch who'd snubbed him before and was horrified at the thought of his cock inside her, and he longed to see her lose all control and cry out to be fucked until she couldn't stand up. Yeah, and the thought of seeing her writhe passionately with his penis inside her made him almost shake with anticipation.
He dropped his one, free hand and placed his thumb and forefinger between the crevice of her tightly clenched buttocks, pressing out gently.
This was the moment for gentleness, to unexpectedly change from brutality to tenderness and catch her off-guard in spite of her terror and resistance. He moved forward, careful not to alarm her, his face crouched on the same level with the thin pink folds of flesh which covered her vagina, and as he watched with gleaming eyes, they parted imperceptibly from the pressure of his hand. He could see the slight moisture forming and glistening on the soft insides of her thighs as with a warning of pain, she allowed her backsides to slip wider and wider apart.
He blew into her cunt. Kathy had geared her mind to the fighting of the pain and humiliation she was sure would be part of her rape, but between the fatigue of her futile struggle and the softly pleasurable sensations of his warm breath and fingers on her cunt, she was caught unprepared. He blew gently again, and she squirmed, a groan slipping from between her lips, and then she became quiet again, her motions not of escape or fear, but reflexive from the delightful touch of hand and breath against the silky smooth, wetly flushed skin of her pussy. She tried to still a rising moan that was starting to build from somewhere deep inside her belly, for the sudden gentleness had done something to her-something which both pleased and frightened the girl. It was like a giant release of some huge weight that had been holding her down, and the unbelievable relief which follows such a lifting. She sighed and let her muscles relax into a loose tranquility that increased a thousandfold by the absence of pain.
She shivered slightly as strange, salaciously rising tinglings circled the length of her naked buttocks, and she felt a cool rush of air fill the crevice between the wide spread moons, the pressure of Gary's fingers and his mouth making her wriggle lasciviously against her will. Marcus Coren saw the angle he wanted, and clicked the shutter. A minute later, he had a color print in his hand, and he grinned lewdly at it, then -lined up another shot. Another click, and he had two fine, pornographic pictures for his collection.
Kathy didn't seem to notice the picture taking or even the flash, her head still down in the couch, but now tiny licentiously lewd devils were running over her sensitive flesh, caressing her kneeling body as if they were insects.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured, and her buttocks relaxed to the surge of warmth, the light-rising sensations which belied the presence of danger. "Mmmmmmm!"
Gary, crouched behind her, figured the time was right for him to be able to remove his restraining hand. He did so, and as he'd suspected, the girl made no attempt to escape; he'd won his short battle! The cheeks of her ass were now pried nakedly apart with both hands until all of her young, fleece-lined vaginal slit was open and unprotected, his for the taking. He pressed forward until his mouth was up against the wetness of her buttocks so that she couldn't move away. Then with one thrust of his tongue, he pushed forward between the warm fleshy lips, and heard her gasp from the unexpected entry into the tight moist passage of her cunt, a surprised pleasurable sigh smothering itself down into the cushion of the couch. She jerked, then was unable to stop herself from moving her buttocks back involuntarily, her vagina opening and closing around his tongue fish-like as he wormed it slowly, teasingly, up inside her cuntal softness. Her breath exploded in quick, small gasps, and she twisted her face harder and mewled with unwanted pleasure as he curled and flicked the wet probe inside, pushing his lips closer and working the whole of her open backside, sucking and kissing demoniacally. Slowly but surely she found that she was responding to the lurid mouthing with fervent excitement, her mind losing control over her body.
"Hot damn!" Gary's father exclaimed. He gasped and moved around his son, focusing his camera for a close-up of her surrender to the licking face. Shit, what a shot! He could see in full, rich detail every bit of Gary's tongue in the girl's fleshily parted little cunt! He snapped and waited ... snapped and waited again, his great cock jutting out like a huge iron sword, its head engorged and oozing seminal fluid.
Gary located Kathy's little clit, and he pushed his face farther under her crotch and began to tease at it gleefully, with his tongue, causing her to undulate back with increased desire, a long continuous moan coming from the lewdly subjected young virgin. "Ohhhhhh," she mewled, her body approaching a state where nothing would matter save to kneel in abject surrender and take the delicious punishment the boy's hotly lashing tongue behind her was subjecting her to. She had been stripped now not only of her clothes, but of her pride and purity, her entire world would be forever shattered in one volcanic evening of perversion, and she was laid bare to her flesh and basic soul. She sensed that her buttocks were hollowing and contracting around the sides of Gary's face, but she didn't know how to stop herself, or even if, after all that had happened to her, she actually wanted to stop. She only knew for a certainty that she was beginning to feel passion once again, more passion than ever before, and her cunt was reacting with slavish greed for the slavishly sucking mouth that was licking so hungrily into her upturned cuntal hole from behind.
Gary sensed with his animal cunning that she was at the point where she no longer could halt the surging pleasures he'd kindled in her already burning body-a body of nerves and flesh that had been slowly subjected to every form of eroticism that her mind could have tolerated over the past few hours. And it was going to end in the utter degradation of her being, with his hard, rigid cock being sunk deep into her virgin cunt and flooding her innocent belly with his virile sperm. He raised his head, the victor!
"You ... you going to fuck her now, Son?"
"You better believe it, Dad," he grinned lewdly, slithering to his knees and working his aching loins in behind the wetly glistening crevice of her buttocks.
Kathy felt the blood pounding in her head until she thought her mind was afire, and as she realized that the time had come, she attempted to fight off the flames which he'd stoked in her belly and cunt, but she was only able to fan the fires of her arousal by her salacious dwellings on what was going to happen next. My God ... What's happened to me? I must have gone crazy from seeing my mother being fucked by my uncle! I can't want Gary's penis in me ... I can't! But she made no move to resist as Gary moved forward, guiding his long, thick cock into her soft blonde pubic curls and parting them with his cock-head, tracing the pinkedged rim of her pussy softly over the rounded tip. His cock was trapped between the wetly moist layers of her ready flesh, and he let it lay throbbing there for a moment, groaning at the lewd sensations that were rolling through him.
God, what a feeling! He had to have her-now! He flexed his buttocks, feeling all the frustration he'd saved since he'd cum all over her naked buttocks and legs, and he gasped aloud through the silence of the living room as he felt the hot, tight ring of her cunt resist his first pressured thrust.
"Ugggghhhh!" Kathy cried, and she felt as if she was being torn asunder as he pushed mercilessly into the smooth, giving walls of her nakedly quivering pussy. Her body trembled and shook before his cock, and gone now where the tender probing that had seemed so wonderful. Gone was the daze which had encompassed her mind and taken her to another world of ecstasy-she was suddenly plunged back to the reality of her subjugation and humiliation, and her anguish and pain returned with a vengeance as her thighs and buttocks felt as though they were being ripped apart by the hardened rod of flesh that was tunneling relentlessly into her virgin womb.
"Christ, is she tight!" Gary gasped. "Man, what a sweet little cunt she's got!"
Mr. Coren snapped the Polaroid crazily, barely able to wait the time required before shooting another, pulling one after another of the snapshots apart to look at the resultant picture. Perfect! Clean and sharp, every detail of his son's penis sunk half-way up inside the girl's tightly clenched little vagina!
Kathy squealed from the torture in her pussy, feeling that she'd never be able to take a penis in her like a woman was supposed to. She cried out for Gary to stop, helpless tears flooding again from her suffering eyes, but there was no respite. She tried to move forward to ease the pain, but found that she was stuck fast on the enormous hardness that was barely inside her tightly gripping orifice. His penis expanded before her desperate lunges of escape, and she felt the sudden shift of muscular loins as he crushed into her, and everything was swept before his plundering rod in one last brutal thrust forward.
She felt her hymen stretch wide and then snap in two like the thinly stretched rubber of a toy balloon, the blood from her virginal wound flowing from her once innocent vagina and trickling slowly down her inner thighs. She was being fucked! She wasn't a virgin any longer! She screamed out piteously, her face pushed into the cushions of the couch by the pressure from behind until she could hardly catch her breath. Her whole vaginal area was a seething, raw ache, and she fought back vainly, clenching the muscles of her inner thighs to keep the long hard shaft from imbedding itself any further, but her struggles only incited the young boy more. As her pussy constricted in a warm, fleshy glove around his prick, a protesting clasp against his unnatural invasion, his huge reddened penis throbbed from the squeezing it was getting and he thought that it would burst of its own accord before he was able to shoot out his cum!
"Aggggggg!" Kathy's loins ached horribly from the cruel, slavishly kneeling position she was being held in, and she tried to move, only to discover that no matter how she turned for relief, it only added to the pain billowing up from her ravished vagina. She thought about how her mother and the girl in the car had looked with their legs spread wide and giant male cocks sunk deep in their wide stretched cunts-how could they or any other female ever get pleasure from such overwhelming pain? She thought she was going to die from the unbearable pressure, and then she screamed once more, long and high:
"Ahhhhhhhhgggggggg!"
But young Gary Coren took no notice of her anguish, using his hands to slip her tortured buttocks back over the thickness of his cock, pumping his way into the smallest of cunts that he'd ever entered. But still that wasn't enough for the sadistic youth. He had to have more of this stuck-up little girl bent to his will, so he raised one hand as he continued the powerful lungings, and brought the flat of his palm down hard against her whitely quivering ass cheeks. The smack of flesh echoed like a pistol shot through the room, and Kathy's protesting squeal a second later shattered the quiet again.
"Come on, move that hot little cunt, baby!" he growled down at her nakedly sloping back, "Move it!"
The teenaged girl complied without hesitation, knowing that there was no turning back now. She started rotating her buttocks slightly with cautious experimentation, expecting more pain to be the result, but she was surprised and gratified to find that her cooperative undulations actually helped stretch her cunt enough to lessen her agony. So she increased her movements, grinding and twisting her ass back slavishly against his hard, driving penis as though she was glued to it.
"Come on, fuck back! Fuck your cunt back!" the boy hissed through his excitedly grinding teeth. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Kathy chanted over and over, bucking beneath his command, the sounds her mouth was making lost in the buffeting of her face in the cushion. With his forward lunges, his cock filling her newly stretched passage fully, he was bucking her forward with ass flattening strokes now, and she felt as though she was being plugged up back between her billowing thighs by a giant telephone pole. "Ohhhh! Oh ... oh ... ohhhhhh!"
Gary swept and rammed into her with growing franticness, and she could tell that he was thrusting more sadistically than ever now, and that made her mind burst with the lewd, prurient idea of what she must look like to his watching father, heaving and grunting beneath his son's lewdly stabbing penis. Her breath quickened along with her pulse as she realized that the first horrible spasms of pain were slowly passing to a stage where its presence in her totally-filled cunt was merely a slight discomfort to her, as if she had lost a large sized tampax in it during one of her periods ... but then, only moments later, the discomfort slowly filtered into something else as her shame-dazed mind continued to think about the way she was looking to the two men. In her mind's eye she could imagine the lust-gleaming contortions on her face, her lips opening and closing, half in torment, half in a curious kind of acceptance. The boy fucked into her from behind still harder and longer, and as he did so, Kathy found that that discomfort had decidedly changed now, to short electric tingles that were forever widening the narrow gulf between pain and pleasure. She shook her head, unwilling to believe what was occurring, but she was unable to shake away the unwanted, unthinkable desires which were now radiating faster and faster into her helplessly skewered vagina.
God! Her mind must have snapped from this horrible rape, because she now knew that she was beginning to want it! Nooo! But the jolts of lewd delight which surged through her every time Gary thrust his erect cock into her vagina refused to desist, and they grew and grew, proving to her that it was true: she was actually reveling in the fucking she was getting! God, yes! Yes! This was it! Somehow, she'd never thought it would happen to her, and only a few hours ago, she'd denied Gary and herself this sublime heaven! Damn, she'd been wrong! She'd been wrong about everything!
She panted and writhed more virulently now, hearing both father and son as they breathed harshly and hotly. Gary's cock was a huge, unrelenting miracle raging up inside her belly and hurting her, but making her tingle from the tips of her toes to the top of her skull. It was a dream ... a wonderfully delicious dream, and it was so beautiful, so goooooddddd!
"You're starting to like it now, baby!" Gary mocked behind her, seeing the change from agony to delight spreading across her features. "You like my cock in your cunt!"
"Yes!" came the muffled reply. "Oh, God yes!"
"Then tell me what you want," he ordered. "Call out what your little cunt wants the most!"
"Your cock! Your cock deep, deep inside me, Gary! Ohhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
Marcus Coren stared incredulously through the viewfinder of his camera at the lascivious sight, and shot a snap of his son's penis imbedded all the way up in Kathy's hotly clasping cunt, her hot, pink flesh gripping tightly around the very base of the shaft as if it never wanted to let go. His breath was bursting out, and his hands were shaking so bad that he wasn't sure he could take any more pictures, he was so excited now. He couldn't stand just watching, he had to join in, and be a part of the ravisliment of this lovely little teenage girl! With a growl of sheer lust, the man somehow held his boiling ferment in check long enough to attach a timer to the camera, and then place it on the coffee table, positioning it so that the lens aimed directly at the gaping, gasping mouth of the mindless girl. Yes ... he'd get one perfect picture of him and her, only one, but that would have to do. Once he started in on her, he knew he'd never be able to leave those delectable lips of hers until he'd cum in her mouth! He set the timer, and moved for her, fingering his stiff penis lightly with his fingers, feeling the heat of his urgency bursting like a raging storm out of control.
Kathy didn't notice that Gary's father had climbed on the couch until she felt his fingers fumbling with her chin, forcing her head up and making her steady herself on her elbows. Then she felt a spongy, wet sensation pressing against her lips, and she saw, to her horror, that right before her eyes, only inches away, was the lewdly throbbing head of another cock!
"Now it's my turn, Kathy," he grinned down at her desire-contorted face. "Suck it, suck my cock!"
Ripples of horror skyrocketed through her flesh as she stared at the man's lust-swollen rod, and she wanted to cry and gag as it jerked toward her mouth like some large arm coming from a dark pit of thick, bushy pubic hair.
"Suck it, I said!" Gary's father growled, unable to contain himself a moment longer. He'd tried to wait until his son had had his fill, but the sights and sounds of their nakedly smacking young bodies had worked his pulsing cock to where nothing but those virgin lips ovaled tightly around it would satisfy him. He flexed his loins, the slippery blunt head of his penis sliding across her tender cheek, leaving a thing, glistening trail of pre-cum, and then impatiently, he used his fingers to pry her vainly resisting mouth open. "Suck!"
At first, she did the only normal thing, and struggled, rolling her head from side to side in an effort to avoid taking the hardened penis into her mouth, but it was all in vain. He had her in too strong a grip, his one hand firmly gripping her jaw, the other levering his cock to her lips, and Gary, seeing the situation, assaulted her vagina with a sudden, especially powerful lunge, and she had to open her mouth to gasp out the explosion which had been caused in her body. The father plunged his penis all the way in, right to her throat.
Kathy gagged as his thick fleshy shaft filled her cheeks, her ovaled lips brushing the wiry hair of his pelvis, his testicles slapping against the wetness of her chin as she fought desperately for breath. On his first out-stroke, she was able to swell her lungs with air, and then he was back in her mouth again. Oh God help me ... she groaned crazily as the two Corens then began to pummel her helplessly sandwiched body between them. Once again, the mental vision of how she must look in her helplessness crossed her mind, and once again, it seemed to incite her. The desire deep inside her belly, loosened by the liquor and the previous hours experience, came to the fore, and she rolled her buttocks high up behind her in tiny, lewd circles, constricting her cuntal walls so that the hot, flashing pole of the boy's cock was squeezed hungrily up inside them. She wanted to exploit all of her subjugation to the fullest now, to saturate herself to the limit with ecstasy, for as the two cocks, of father and son, impaled her between them like one long skewer through a roast, the obscene agony overwhelmed every inch of her naked flesh. A strange, masochistic joy seemed to possess her with the ever increasing delights of Gary's thick cock absorbed deep in her pussy and his father's penis raping her hotly welcoming mouth, and she writhed between them, using her mouth and womb as gratefully accepting receptacles for their obscene, crazed lustings.
"Squeeze my balls!" Marcus Coren rasped down at her. "Take them gently in your hands and squeeze them!"
Kathy cupped the soft, semen-filled sac, sucking demonically as she did, not because she had been ordered to do so, but because she could no longer resist the temptation. Her head bobbed over his rod like a milking machine gone mad, the ecstatic pleasure of being as lewdly and shamefully used permeating her body into tantalizing submissiveness. She moaned around the throbbing cock in her mouth as it fucked relentlessly into her face, and she knew that at any moment it was going to begin pumping out loads of lewd white sperm until it spilled over her lips and ran down her chin in thin white trails. Instead of being revolted at the idea, Kathy was incensed more by it, and she thought of it as being the second finest thing which could happen to her, the first best thing being to feel the first male cum bubbling up into and almost bursting her now warmly receptive cunt.
In place of shame or guilt or agony was the wonderfully exciting desire for her whole body to be saturated in heated male sperm, until it swirled up inside her and spluttered out again in wildly flooding rivers of ecstasy. She wanted to be filled with it, to grovel in it, to swallow and absorb it until her pores veritablybled it. And she sucked insatiably at the hard prick in her mouth, swirling her tongue hungrily over the first cock she'd ever tasted, thrusting back her loins at the same time, against the more than willing Gary, opening her cunt muscles wide so she could get every fraction of his smoothly pistoning rod deep up inside her.
And then ... she got her wish!
At the same moment her own climax began to spiral from deep in her loins, the cock fucking her in her cunt jerked in warning and then spurted its cream-white liquid deep up into her salaciously quaking young belly, splashing violently against her cunt walls and then back out again to seep slowly down the still voraciously nibbling lips of her hair-lined little cunt. The boy's virile young cock jerked like a living thing inside her, making Kathy spasm forward, submerging the giant prick of his father in her wildly sucking mouth to its very hilt. Then, it too burst, with a sudden volcanic violence, flooding her mouth and throat with all the delicious pungency that she'd moments before only dreamed about. Her cheeks bloated outward like a rubber balloon as she desperately choked and gulped, trying to swallow all of the older man's cascading semen, clasping excitedly her lips into a tightly fitting ring about his throbbing shaft so she wouldn't lose a single drop of the precious male cum. But it was still more than she could take, and tiny escaping droplets trickled lewdly from the corners of her mouth and down her moisture-glistening chin. She lashed out her tongue in a last desperate sweeping motion to capture the thin, white cream back into her mouth as his collapsing penis pulled free from her lips with a slow, wet, sucking sound.
She ground her buttocks back savagely onto the still pumping cock in her cunt, and Gary's continual fucking set off her own orgasm. She felt her young and once innocent flesh explode in a fantastic shower of stars, racking her entire body with a great upheaval that sent her mind whirling and threatened to topple her over the side of the cough. She fell back after a moment, exhausted, the Corens sprawling on the floor and against the side of the couch, satiated and barely able to breath. Kathy's insides felt the consistency of melted pudding, and she raised a trembling hand and brushed the back of it across her mouth, wiping away an obscene trickle of semen, aware of the wetness of Gary's cum as it seeped warmly out from her sperm-flooded cunt and matted the curls of her soft blonde pubic hair to her inner thighs.
"Christ Almighty," Marcus sighed. "She's a natural fuck, Son!"
"That's for sure, Dad," Gary groaned. "One of the best pieces of ass I've ever had!"
Kathy lay back, her face buried from them as reality slowly returned to her. Now, with the heat of her tender young body no longer betraying her, she was torn with guilt and despair. She looked down at her ravaged, sperm-covered form, sick at the idea that she'd no longer be able to call herself a virgin, to go down the aisle when it came time to be married dressed in white as she'd always wanted. Her pussy and mouth throbbed with a dull continuous ache, and her flesh trembled and pulsed from the passions that she'd never known to have existed in her. Slowly, painfully, she rose and stood trembling on the carpet.
"Where do you think you're going?" Gary demanded with a growl.
"Th-the bathroom," she said, faltering. She stooped to pick up her clothes, but they were harshly snapped from her trembling fingers.
"Oh no, you don't," the boy snarled, hurtling the blouse and skirt away. "We're not finished with you yet."
"What's the matter, child?" Mr. Coren asked. "Didn't you enjoy it?"
"Yes," she had to admit. How could she deny it after the way she'd responded to them? "Yes, of course I did."
"Next time will be even better," the older man assured her, smiling with a contented, but expectant grin. "You'll see."
"I'm ... sure it will," she answered vaguely, trying to steady herself so she wouldn't fall. "I ... just want to go to ... freshen up, that's all."
"Sure, sure, go ahead," Gary said, waving his hand. "But hurry back. A girl with your talent shouldn't be wasted any more than's necessary!"
Blushing from the lewd compliment, the teenager stumbled to the bathroom, not wanting either of the males to feast their salacious gazes any more than necessary on her nakedly glistening flesh. Once in the bathroom, she hastily locked the door, and then sat down on the toilet for a long moment, trying to gather what was left of her mind. God, what had happened to her? Rape was one thing, and her humiliation and shame at having to submit to it was something she could have endured, but she couldn't understand how she'd allowed herself to have responded the way she had. She'd partaken of their savagery like a whore, and she didn't know what to do about it, what to think.
Kathy took a few deep, gasping breaths, and then went to the washbasin, looking in the mirror with horror. Her youthful, sweet face was marred by heavy, sex-filled lines and dark shadows, and she was positive that her disgrace was as plain as the sun itself. She grasped the sink to steady herself, her mind slipping. She couldn't go through with it again ... that was certain. She couldn't go back out to those two animals and submit to their depravities again, only to find that she ended up wanting them, crying as before to be fucked and to be filled with their lewd sperm instead of fighting them as she should. She grabbed a towel and wiped her eyes, moaning at the trap in which she'd placed herself. She had to get out of this house, she had to!
She paused with her hand on the lock, wondering where she could go now, even if she did break free from them. She was totally naked, without clothes or money ... There was only one place left, and that was back home. Did she dare? Yes, because if nothing else, her loss of control now made Kathy aware that she'd been wrong. What had happened to one had happened to the other, and her mother had only fallen prey to Uncle Roger in the same manner that she'd become sex-mad with Gary and his father. They were both perverted and mean, but at least she understood and accepted the situation easier now, having tasted the bitter fruit of seduction, and she no longer could harbor any anger or resentment or hurt. With that resolve, she opened the door and walked down the hall. She didn't head back to the living room, but went the other way, toward the front door.
"Hey!" Gary yelled, standing up and startled. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Leaving," she said with all the courage she could muster.
"Oh no, you're not," he snarled, and lunged after her. Kathy glimpsed his beady, cruel eyes, and she sensed with horror his unmistakable gaze on her breasts and her soft, wet buttocks and cunt. "You're staying here and fuck some more!"
"No!" She turned, fired with the single desire to run ... run ... ! Gary was almost at her heels, but then she was at the front door, wrenching it open.
"Get her, Son!" she heard behind her, and then she was past the porch, running with bare feet down the crushed oyster-shell path, her breasts jiggling wildly, and her lungs threatening to burst. She was sped on by the knowledge of what would happen to her if she was caught. She was without clothing, without pride, clad only in terror, and her legs felt as if made of rubber as she coursed up the street to her house, hoping that she could get away....
"Damn, she's a fast little bitch!" Gary panted at the door of the house. He stood there, wondering if he should pursue the nude girl as she dashed away. "Look at her tits bob!"
His father was right behind him, anger darkening his face. "She'd rather run through the streets bare-assed than stay here with us. God damn her."
"We could run after her."
"No, let her go. I'm not about to be picked up for indecent exposure, my cock and balls flapping in the air."
"Well ... what are we going to do, Dad? Suppose she tells her mother what we did to her?"
Marcus turned back toward the living room. "I don't think she will," he said. "She's not the type, being as proud as she is." Then a slight, evil grin began to twist his lips cruelly. "But I've an idea that we might spill the beans about tonight."
"I don't understand," Gary said, frowning. "You want more of that little girl, don't you."
"Well, sure I do."
"And I do, too. I'd also like to get my cock inside her mother while the old man's out of town, and now that I know that she fucks other men, I think I might be able to do it. With the pictures I took."
"You mean--? "
"Right. I'd planned to put them in my album along with the others I've collected for my private amusement, but seeing how Kathy's acted toward us, I think perhaps her mother should have a good look at them, too. Then we'll tell her that unless she's cooperative, her stupid husband might just get them as well."
"Blackmail!" Gary whispered, shutting the door. "Of all the rotten plots you've ever thought up, Dad, this one's the worst. Great! When do we do it?"
"Tomorrow morning, before the situation has time to cool, and they're both still vulnerable."
"Hot damn," came the soft cackling agreement, "I can hardly wait ... ."
The pretty Kathy Hess was oblivious to the home, intent only on reaching the safety and obscene threat to her future as she neared her comfort of her bed. The lights were now out, indicating that her mother and uncle had finished their adulterous lovemaking for the night, and were asleep. Thankful for the respite, she stumbled through the front door she'd left ajar in her flight earlier, biting her lower lip and clenching her fists as a wave of nausea passed over her. She made it to her bedroom without being caught, quickly closed the door and sprawled on the bed, too battered and lost to even pull the covers over her. She stared up at the ceiling, feeling almost drowsy from her exertion and the aftermath of her terror, and her brain counteracted the terrible anguish she felt with a defensive mechanism of warm lethargy.
After a few minutes, she succumbed to the waves of drowsiness and drifted into a fitful, restless sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Marylynn lay awake in the light of the morning, contemplating her future, if such she could call it. Mentally she was crushed; physically she was bruised and sore, her ravaged vagina throbbing still from the continuous pounding her husband's brother's hardened penis had given her. It had been a long night with him, ending when it became so late that they both feared her young daughter, Kathy, might come home and catch them, and she'd somehow staggered back to her bedroom to drop into an exhaustive agony of shame and self-debasement. Yet, simultaneously, a sated euphoria had glowed within her still trembling flesh, making sleep possible at last.
Now, the lovely young wife and mother lay staring at the flowered pattern on the wall, her mind a torment, torn between her shame and a determination that it would never happen again. How had it come to pass? How could such a horrible thing have happened to her? She recalled the deplorable episode incident by incident: her drinking ... her fingering herself, ... seeing Roger undress and fondle his penis to erection ... her capitulation to his attack and the naked, plunging cock sinking into her wide-spread vagina ... .She felt the blood rising in her cheeks as vivid memories of his virile body and her own lustful performance drifted back to her. Truly, he had set her afire before he was done, had come at her like a conquering warrior devouring the spoils of his victory, and she had responded not just once, but in wicked, adulterous, orgasm after orgasm.
She smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, touching them gently in guarded exploration. She moaned aloud, for they were tender. Her hands explored further, coursing their way down over her smooth flat stomach to her thighs, and she groaned again as she spread the thin, fleece-lined lips between them open a little, her fingers touching tenderly the slight bruises lining the soft edges of her vagina. Her finger probed carefully around the red, sensitive slit, the tip becoming moist from her brother-in-law's white sticky semen that still matted her soft blonde pubic curls and coated her pink, wet flesh. Good God, suppose she was pregnant? That thought hadn't occurred to her before, but suddenly she realized such a thing was not impossible. God! How horrible it would be if it was true! Roger had had a vasectomy so she never bothered taking the pill like other women!
That jolting thought caused her to slowly move her legs around and get out of bed. She went into the bathroom where she could clean herself as much as possible, douching first and then taking a quick shower, washing carefully the insides of her thighs and buttocks, free of the sticky, still warm sperm. And as she continued the ablutions, visions of her husband's brother's handsome, cocky grin looking down into her passion-contorted face as he had spurted wave after wave of it into her welcoming vagina plagued her incessantly.
"Oh God, oh God," she moaned as she slipped the satin robe over her lithe, trembling shoulders. She fought back tears, tying the robe as tight as she could, and then fearful that she would meet her daughter in the hall, she opened the door quietly. But no sound came from the rest of the house, and from where she stood, Marylynn could see Kathy's door was closed. Good ... her innocent young child was still asleep after her date with Gary Coren, and by the time she awakened, her mother would have better control of herself, and able to present some semblance of normality. She knew that Roger had gone out somewhere, as she'd been awakened when he'd driven away. Thank God for that small blessing!
In the kitchen, Marylynn plugged in the percolator, wanting a soothing cup of coffee almost more than life itself, and then sat down at the dinette. She glimpsed a sheet of paper propped up by the salt-shaker, and picked it up; it was a hastily scrawled note from Roger.
Gone to look for work at the shipyard. Wish me luck!
Marylynn crumpled the note and flung it from her. Wish him luck! She wished him nothing but insane hatred for having turned her alcohol weakened body into nothing more than a helpless trembling mass of jelly-like flesh and then seducing her into committing lewd adultery and being unfaithful to her husband for the first time in her life. Then the bubbling coffee brought her back to reality, and she poured herself a copy of coffee, admitting as she sipped the hot brew that she really didn't hate her brother-in-law. She couldn't, because she couldn't blame him entirely for what had occurred. Had she been a stronger person, and not allowed her passions to run uncontrolled, the whole repugnant nightmare might have been averted. Still, it was obvious to her that Roger had to leave this house for good and never come back, even for a visit. She wasn't sure what excuse she could use so that Gordon would never know the truth, but she was resolved that she'd have to talk to Roger when he returned and see to it that he was gone, bag and baggage, by the time her husband came back from St. Louis.
Speaking of Gordon, how could she ever look him in the face? He'd take one glance at her and see the shame and guilt that was written so plainly across her features. Then there'd be a confrontation, and he'd know and be repulsed by the kind of woman he'd unwittingly married. He'd brand her a slut, and rightly so, and would divorce her as she deserved, possibly taking Kathy away with him. God, what a hell she'd created for herself!
Her eyes moistened again, but she would not let herself cry. Kathy might wake up at any time, and it wouldn't do to have her see her mother sobbing, and besides, there was a time for crying and a time for facing up to the situation bravely. There was no sticking her head in a hole and playing the ostrich. Life went on, and would continue to go on around her, and somehow, she must rise up and move with it. It was useless to torture herself; she couldn't go back and not do it. She had a child and a husband to consider, and she'd just have to let the whole nightmare heal with time. She'd watch herself more carefully in the future, that's all ... once Roger was gone, nobody would know about her affair with him, and she didn't think that he'd ever want to brag about his part.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell, and puzzled, Marylynn rose and went to answer it. "Who is it?" she called out before opening the door.
"Marcus Coren," a husky voice replied. "Gary's father. Gary is with me."
Marylynn looked down at herself for a moment, a little confused. She didn't want to see anybody this morning, not the way she felt and looked, but after all, this might be important. "Could ... you come back a little later?" she asked hopefully, smoothing her robe in an embarrassed gesture. "I'm ... not dressed yet, and Kathy's still asleep."
"I'm afraid we can't," the man said gravely. 'It's rather important and it concerns us all. Please, Mrs. Hess. We won't be long, but it is," he added for emphasis, "very important."
Startled now by what seemed to be the gravity in the voice on the other side of the door, Marylynn opened it, and ushered the two Corens into her house. She saw that with her robe on, she had as much coverage as they did, for the day was already hot, and both father and son were only in walking shorts and thin, nylon short-sleeve shirts. She shut the door and led them into the living room, where they all stood, she still feeling very self-conscious.
"A nice place you have here," Marcus said, smiling. And a fine hunk of female, too, he thought as he studied the attractive housewife. The image of her without that robe on naked and slavering under a man fucking her silly made his penis lurch in his pants.
"Yes," Marylynn said, "We like it. Now, you said there was something important? Are ... Kathy and Gary in some kind of trouble?"
"Oh no," the man assured her. "But she should be here while we discuss the matter."
"She's asleep," she said. "What's this about?"
"Wake her up," Gary said.
"But I hardly see why-"
"Please," Marcus cut in. "Please, it would be better for all of us if you would."
Still unsettled, but now very concerned, Marylynn complied, walking to the bedroom door and knocking. "Kathy? Kathy, are you awake?"
"Y-Yes," came a muffled voice.
"Gary's here with his father."
"W-what do they want?" a softer voice asked.
"They didn't say, but they insist on talking to all of us."
A clammy iciness crawled up the young teenager's spine, a premonition of what was going to happen if she went out there. She sat up in her bed, clutching her throat with one hand and the other gripping the sheet to her breast. "I ... I don't feel well, Mother," she said. "I ... think I have the flue or something. I don't want to get up now. Tell them to go away!"
It was a miserable excuse, one Marylynn knew to be a lie. And now she was thoroughly alarmed by her daughter's attitude. She turned back and frowned in the direction of the Corens, not sure exactly how she should handle this new and explosive situation.
Marcus Coren handled it for her, striding to the door and saying: "Why Kathy, you weren't sick last night. I think you're bluffing." And with that, he opened the door and stepped into the darkened room. He flipped on the lights, relishing the sight of the naked girl on the bed with only a hastily pulled sheet over her tender body. "No, you look very fine and healthy this morning to me."
"Get out!" Kathy hissed. "Get out of my room!"
"I think you'd better get out of this house, Mr. Coren," her mother said stiffly, not liking the way he'd so impolitely intruded, no matter what the reason.
"Call me Marcus," he replied suavely, not moving. "And I'll call you Marylynn, all right?"
It certainly is not," she retorted. "And you shouldn't have entered her bedroom like you did, as if you owned it."
"We don't own it," Gary snickered. "We own her!"
"Get out!" Kathy screamed again.
"What do you mean?" her mother asked quizzically. "You own her?"
"Well, it's about some pictures," Marcus said.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Kathy groaned, almost forgetting that the sheet was her only covering as she huddled down on the bed. She knew instantly which pictures he was referring to. "No ... No!" she whimpered.
"Pictures of Kathy and Gary," the man continued. "A fine series, I must say."
"I don't understand. What are you talking about?"
"Leave my mother out of this, you ... you filthy beasts! Don't you dare tell her!" Kathy was beside herself with rage and humiliation.
Chuckling lewdly, the elder Coren reached in the pocket of his shirt and brought out about a half-dozen color pictures and handed them to Marylynn. "She and Gary have become very close, you see. Just as close as two people can get, you might say."
"You don't mean--? "
"See for yourself, Mrs. Hess."
"No! No!" Kathy screeched, and threw herself nakedly at the man, clawing for the pictures, wanting to hit and slash the two men and get the evidence of her shame and destroy it. "Noooo!"
"Kathy! Get back in bed!" her mother gasped, seeing her child completely naked and exposed, and before Kathy could do another thing, she'd glanced at the top picture. "Oh no!" she choked. The blood rushed from her face, leaving her features deathly pale.
"Isn't that first one a jewel?" Marcus Coren smiled. 'It shows every detail so plainly, just as if it had been posed professionally. It wasn't ... but then, candid shots are sometimes the best, I feel."
The photo was a full color reproduction of Kathy kneeling on the couch, and Gary nakedly sprawled behind her, licking hungrily at her tender young cunt. Kathy had her firm young buttocks splayed wide in full view of the lens, showing all of her desire-moistened vaginal slit. With a helpless cry of shock, the girl's mother flipped to the next, and saw her daughter's virginally pink cunt lips and soft blonde pubic hair lewdly parted, Gary's hard, erect young cock pressed just up inside the open crevice. Marylynn gasped at the obscenity, a small cry of further shock escaping from her mouth. The third picture was even worse, showing Gary's still hardened young penis pumping out his thick, white semen into Kathy's painfully stretched vagina, her backsides obscenely flooded from the overflow of his cum. Kathy ... Kathy, my own little daughter ... is this how I raised you to be? her tortured mind screamed.
She couldn't force herself to look at any more of the horrible prints, and she turned tear-blurred eyes to her child. "How ... how could you, Kathy? Oh Lord in heaven, how could you do such things?"
Kathy was too dumb struck with mortification to think about explaining. She rocked on the bed, hugging herself in the bitter misery at this tragic confrontation. What did it matter that seeing her mother with her legs widespread beneath Uncle Roger had led her to this? She had done it, and eventually done it of her own free will, and there was no excuse strong enough to rationalize away her actions.
"You like the pictures, Mrs. Hess?" Marcus asked calmly.
"like them? Are you insane?" Marylynn cried, throwing the photos down at his feet in horror and revulsion. "They're horrible!"
"I thought they were rather good, myself," he sniffed as if his pride was hurt. "I tried my best when I took them."
"You ... took them? You mean you didn't find out about this later and that's why you came to see us? You mean you were actually there and you took them?"
"Don't shout, Mrs. Hess, it hurts my ears. Yes, I took them, and-" he added, reaching in his pocket for one last picture-""I did more than that!"
"Oh God!" she cried out, horror welling in her throat. She glued her shocked eyes on the portrait of Kathy sucking the older man's lust-hardened penis, her mouth stretched so wide that Marylynn couldn't help wondering how she'd kept from choking on the enormous shaft, her tensile thin lips locked tightly around it with obvious hunger. My God, she'd never seen anything like this, and it was of her own young innocent daughter!
"But," Marcus went on, "I'm afraid that there was one picture we weren't able to bring this morning. The one," he said suddenly turning malicious, "of you and your brother-in-law fucking."
"W-what?"
"That's right," Gary said with a sneer. "Didn't Kathy tell you, Mrs. Hess? She got home from her date early last night and walked in on you two wailing away on the bed, only you were so excited you never noticed her there."
"No ... No, it isn't true!" she gasped, turning once again to Kathy. "You didn't really see Roger and me, did you?"
Kathy miserably nodded her head, indicating that it was true. "Yes. I ... saw everything. That's why I went to see Gary, to get help, only ... You saw what happened in the pictures."
Marylynn was shaken to the very marrow of her bones. The tears which she'd valiantly tried to hold back now burst, and she sobbed almost hysterically from grief and humiliation. Now her daughter knew the kind of mother she had, and everything which might have been salvaged if her secret had been kept was now ruined, lost, gone....
"I'm ... I'm sorry, Kathy," she moaned.
"Don't be, Mother. Don't be sorry. I understand ... now."
"But, you can't. You're only fifteen! I drove you to them and you were taken advantage of by your innocence. But I'm older, and I should have known better when I was with Roger. I'm so ashamed!"
"I'm ashamed, too," Kathy cried, "They forced me at first, but Mother ... I, I got so that I wanted them to do those awful things to me. Don't you see? I'm no better than you."
"Oh, Kathy!" She went to her naked child and cradled her in her arms, and they hugged one another as tightly as they could, attempting to blot out their mutual sorrow. And as she rocked Kathy tenderly, Marylynn had to acknowledge the fact that Kathy wasn't her child any longer, but was a woman, capable of responding to the same sexual drives of an adult.
"A touching scene," Marcus said, ogling them.
"A real tear-jerker," his son added cynically.
Marylynn looked up at them, her cheeks flaming with indignation. "All right, you've had your perverted fun. Now get out! Leave us alone!"
"I will, if that's really what you want ... ."
"I do! I do!"
"But if Gary and I go, we'll see to it that your husband get a copy of those pictures and learns all about you and his brother."
"No!" Marylynn hissed with horror. "You wouldn't!"
"And," he continued, a treacherous grin on his face, "I'll sell the pictures to a distributor of erotic magazines, and your daughter will end up being the star of the whole country."
"No! Not Kathy! You wouldn't do such a thing!"
"Well, that's what we came over here this morning to discuss. I can make a lot of money with them, and I will, but I thought I should give you the opportunity of making it worth my while not to. It's the only fair thing to do, don't you agree?"
A ghostly tremor rippled over the lovely young mother as she stared with disbelieving eyes at the Corens. Her throat and lungs constricted tightly, and she knew that there would be no use trying to plead with them.
"Do you still want us to go?"
"No," she said softly, in a strangled voice.
"That's better, Much better. Any suggestions about the pictures?"
"How ... how much do you want?" she managed to gasp. "I don't have much, but I'll pay what I can...."
"Not money," Gary Coren grinned knowledge-ably. "You can pay Dad another way."
Marylynn stared at the boy and then back at his father for a long moment, dread filling her body. Those pictures would be the ruination of her child, and if her husband found about Roger, he'd never believe her if she denied it. She was going to be forced to submit to this handsome but bestial man in exchange, and she would, she knew. Once it was over, then maybe she and Kathy could make an effort together to face life ahead in a normal way.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" she said to Marcus dully.
"Ah, you hit it right on the head, my dear," he snickered. "And you will, won't you? To protect yourself and your darling daughter."
The woman left the question unanswered, keeping her eyes averted. She couldn't bring herself to say the despicable words. "I ... want the pictures first," she said.
"No," the man said sharply. "Afterwards, Mrs. Hess. After all, they're my one insurance that you'll perform as ordered."
"How ... how do I know you'll give them if I do?"
"Oh, you can trust my Dad," Gary said.
Marylynn's mind tried to formulate thoughts, but was unable to. She had little choice, she saw that clearly, and after one pleading look at her daughter, she looked down at the floor as if frozen in her torment and agony.
"Hurry up and decide," Marcus demanded. "Hurry up and either tell us you won't, in which case we'll leave, or...."
"Or what?" Kathy interrupted, terrified.
"Or else your lovely mother takes her robe off right here and now." He snickered devilishly. "You're already naked, my pet."
Obediently, but tight-lipped, Marylynn stood at the side of the bed, and opened the robe, letting it flutter in a useless heap to the floor at her feet. She stepped from it, her stomach tied in a hard knot, for she was entirely naked in front of her own teenage daughter and two lusting males. She'd never felt so exposed in all of her life, and a burning wave of shame washed over her, in spite of a vow to regain the photos at any cost.
"Let's ... let's go to another room," she said shamefully.
"What's the matter with right here?" came the crude answer from Marcus. "You, little girl. Throw that sheet off of you. I want to see all of your sweet little cunt again."
"No, Kathy! Don't do what he says!" Marylynn cried. She turned back to the man, begging: "I'll do anything you want, but leave my daughter out of this! She's only a child!"
"I'd say she's weathered this better than you have, Mrs. Hess," the boy said with a lewd grin. "Besides, Dad hasn't fucked her yet. In the cunt, that is!" he added with a small amused giggle.
"Do it," Marcus ordered harshly. "Do it, both of you, or by God, I'll do what I said I'd do!"
"No ... No ... ." she mewled, but Kathy was already moving the sheet aside.
"Yes, Mother. We don't have a choice. It would kill Dad if he ever found out about this, and I can't let that happen." She spread out on the bed, openly inviting with her full, peaked breasts, slender legs and thighs, and sparse golden pubic curls. "Besides, I'm no better than you, as I told you, and if you can do this for me, I can do it too."
"Damned right you can. And for a beginning, I want you two back on the bed together, only this time I want you to play with each other and get yourselves hot!"
Marylynn gasped at the perverted command. Not only was this horrid blackmailer wanting them to commit lesbianism, but incestual lesbianism! She regarded Kathy once more, sniffing with tiny parched sobs as she studied her teenage daughter's breasts with their hard, pebble-like nipples, and then lower, to the thin, hair-lined lips of her so recently fucked vagina and the dainty little clitoris which nestled so innocently between the wet, pink folds.
"Kathy ... my darling...."
"Do it!" Marcus ordered loudly.
The voluptuous, tear-stained woman went to her blonde-haired daughter, and felt the young arms go around her naked body as she lay down beside her on the covers. They stared momentarily into each other's pain-flecked eyes, seeking solace in them, and Marylynn knew that indeed, they were alike, caught by their mutual needs, love, and enslavement. She tried to blot out the hoarse urgings coming from Gary Coren and his lusting father, finding that holding the lovely girl close to her made things a little less shameful, a little less terrifying for them both, and she prayed that together, they might fight to hold their sanity through this long ordeal.
Marcus was already undressing, and as he slipped out of his pants his cock leaped into swollen hardness before him. He said: "Now, start sucking each others cunts and titties, you bitches!"
They pressed their breasts together feeling the grazing touch of their nipples. Gary, following his father's lead by stripping off his shirt and pants, added: "Yeah, Kathy. You love your mother ... well, now's the time to prove how much!"
Slowly Kathy pressed the soft young flax of her pubic hair into the other cuntal triangle, arching her back and moaning in the bitterness of what she was having to do. She kissed, kissed the way she would have kissed Gary, and to her surprise the soft lips which were pressed to hers proved to be enticingly sweet, and in spite of her guilt, she fluttered her tongue into her mother's mouth. Marylynn stiffened as she felt the tiny wet tongue break through her hot, moist lips, but she resolved that if Kathy could go through with this, then she could as well, and she sucked the pink, trembling tongue and ran her fingers over the fresh, firm flesh, touching naked breasts and nipples. The two of them squirmed nakedly together on the bed, locked in their lewd embrace, and Kathy placed her hand on one round, quivering buttock, lightly tracing tantalizing ringers across white trembling skin. The hesitant woman in her arms gasped, and hugged Kathy still tighter, molding a breast in her kneading hand, and trembling with the perverted forbiddenness of the incestuous act.
"That's it! That's it!" the naked man prompted.
"More! More!" his excited son chorused.
Spurred on by their sex-crazed demands, Kathy and Marylynn caressed each other's breasts and thighs until they were both feeling unwanted throbs of sensations and their nipples were like four hardened stone chips biting into the other's flesh. The mother could feel warm fresh breath on her face, and her mind cried out in a futile gesture of anguish, but her hands continued to roam of their own volition, down from the hardened breasts to the fevered young hips, and the moist covering of pubic hair around Kathy's thin young pubic slit. Oh, God ... Oh God ... She sought out the pink, wet vagina even before she totally realized what she was doing, and she heard a groan of undeniable pleasure as she stroked the burning flesh with her extended middle finger.
In return, Kathy located her mother's hard, throbbing clitoris and teased it, rubbing it around and sliding her other fingers up and down the wet valley of the moistly open cunt. Her mind revolved like a whirlwind from the lancing spasms she was feeling, and the erotic stimulation she was getting from the way the teasing manipulations of her middle finger were stirring her mother's blood.
Gary drooled on the bed as he watched the voluptuous young mother and her teenage daughter fondle each other's warm wet pussies, and he glanced over, grinning lasciviously at his father", who was also reveling in the lewd display, his hand stroking his penis lightly.
"God, Dad," he groaned, "Make them suck each other's cunt!"
"Sure, son," the man said, panting obscenely. "Okay, one of you get on top of the other and start licking cunt!"
"Nooooo," Marylynn mewled. "I can't do that to my own daughter! It's not right!"
"I will, Mother ... ." Kathy moaned. "I'd rather do it with you than either of them, anyway ... ." She began to slide away, giving a shuddering whimper of obedient acceptance, and Marylynn raised her head to watch in helpless dread as the trembling little girl moved around on all fours. She didn't think that Kathy would do it, even though she'd volunteered, but then she saw her turn upside down, open her legs and straddle her breasts, positioning her luscious moon-shaped buttocks over her face, and press her knees tightly into her, her own mother's helplessly quaking sides. Looking up through disbelieving eyes, she could see all of her young daughter's pinkly throbbing crevice from the tiny, hairless puckered ring of her anus to the tender, fleece-fringed folds of her wetly gleaming vagina.
Kathy had always considered oral love as abhorrent, but after being forced to suck Gary's father's cock last night, she'd had to reconsider the use of her mouth. She recalled how wonderful Gary's lips and tongue had been on her cunt ... and perhaps she could give her mother some of the same delightful feeling now as a way of showing her love and appreciation. She sucked in her breath and gazed downward at the softly curling fleece and the enticing pink flesh which was sparkling with droplets of moisture that she knew had been caused by the tough of her fingers moments before. Then she breathed in the musky perfume of her open pussy, and she quivered excitedly. She dipped her head, flicking out her tongue and teased the flesh valley spread before her, and heard a mewl of unwanted reaction and felt a lifting of buttocks off of the bed. Spurred on by this response, she eased her tongue inside the wet, tingling cleft and found to her shock and delight that her own body was receiving a similar stimulation just from the delicious contact, and she lashed out everywhere, her pink tongue and lips locking onto and hungrily invading her mother's cunt. The girl forgot in her excitement the inherent wickedness of her actions, as excitedly, she excitedly swirled her tongue around in the sweet ambrosia of slippery female juices that gushed from the inflamed pussy below her.
Marylynn gasped and twisted her body from side to side, unable to stop the salacious passions which were involuntarily flowing up from the wildly quivering cavern of her vagina. She pleaded for her daughter to stop feeling that it would soon be too late....
"Oh no ... No, Kathy, that's enough! No more! I ... I can't stand it! Ohhhhh!"
But Kathy refused to stop, burrowing even her nose in her mother's open loins, and the tormented woman beneath her was forced to admit that it was too late now, and she was not just enduring and capitulating, but was starting to actually enjoy the incestuous licking of her naked cunt. She was shamefully aware that she was no longer able to break the nibbling contact and insanely tonguing mouth, her vagina responding instead with an uncontrollable desire for more. Her momentary pleas for respite died abruptly in a strangle of a sob and a sigh, and her body convulsed with the lascivious sensation of having her cunt sucked by her own daughter.
She gazed at the naked triangle of the young pubic mound undulating hotly above her, and at the swollen young pussy lips of the girl who was kissing her, and the sight was weirdly sublime to her now. She brushed her fingers along her daughter's trembling little belly, saw the lubrications seep from the thin vertical slit, and was salaciously excited by it, more excited than the thought possible. She let her hands rove freely then, the skin feeling so warm and satiny to her, though she still couldn't find it in her to raise her head and lick into the pulsating crest of innocent young fleece that was so invitingly open to her. She couldn't....
Yet Kathy slavered on with undaunting passion, purring now in wetly muffled tones of delight, and it was too much not to react to. The vanquished woman found that to her wonderment that the more she was kissed and licked down between her own widespread thighs, the more she was drawn to the visibly throbbing little cunt above her, and at last the rising temptations were too much to ignore. She groaned aloud and voluntarily raised her face and let her mouth tangle with the light wisps of pubic curls with an almost spastic urgency. Guilt and shame surged through her for a fleeting moment as she kissed and tongued, but it was overridden by the wonderfully fresh young taste and her love-her physical love-for her child, and she buried her face hard up in the softly waiting pussy, feeling it respond by pushing demandingly downwards. She licked wetly glistening trails all the way from the tiny anus to the clitoris, then taunted the tender, quivering hole that she's just seen in the pictures with a young virile cock sunk so deep up inside it.
"Ahhhhhh," Kathy moaned out. "Yes, Mother! Yes! Lick faster! Ohhhhhhhh, Mother!" She strained her young loins down with all of her strength, and salivated increasingly as she voraciously returned the sucking and licking, feeling as if she was being slowly disjointed with the swirling sensations coming from her belly and breasts. Every inch of her was being overcome by the lewdly rising spasms of lust and desire. No longer did she question the rampant sensations, but as she had the night before, acquiesced to them, groveling in their perverted wickedness as she sought mindlessly to reach a climax.
Her tortured mother's cunt below her grasped the wetly flicking tongue drilling into it, and her clitoris trembled from the driving teeth and lips. Her muscles flexed along her inner thighs, as her untapped, but now unrestrained emotions hurtled her further and further toward her orgasm. Yes ... yes ... she and her daughter, Kathy, were going to cum, cum together, by each other ... and there was nothing left in her to be ashamed or tormented. She was too lost in the splendid excitement of their expression of love and closeness to care about that or the two men who were watching with fascinated, greedy expressions. This was too magnificent ... too lovely to be bad!
"Jesus, Dad, let's fuck them both right now!" Gary Coren panted, rocking back and forth as if in pain. "I can't stand just looking any longer!"
"Yes! Yes, you're damned right, Son!" his father intoned in similar frantic tones. He chuckled lasciviously, his eyes like beacons of perversion. "Take the mother, Gary. Take her, because I haven't fucked that sweet little girl in the cunt yet!"
"Yeah ... ." Gary said. "like daughter, like mother, and I bet she's prime meat! Look how they're going at one another!" He staggered upright, moving closer to Marylynn. "I'll have her suck my cock, like Kathy sucked you, Dad. Yeah, that's what I'll have her do!"
"Fine!" The man's mind raced with different combinations of the lewd perversions they could commit on the two helpless females before them. "And I know what I want to do to the girl. I'll take her in the ass! My favorite way!"
"Nooooo!" wailed Marylynn, hearing them with shock and disbelief. "Do it to me that way if you have to, but leave Kathy alone!"
"Never, my pet," Marcus sneered. "Hell, that's about the only hole still virgin in her, after last night!" He hovered over the defenseless form of the tender teenaged girl, lusting with gloating eyes at the throbbing moistly glistening face. "Yeah! In the ass. I'll fuck 'er in the ass!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
The depravity of Marcus Coren's words shocked Marylynn beyond belief, even though her own passions were so thoroughly aroused by the loving of Kathy's mouth on her cunt. God, he was going to sodomize her child right in front of her: The obscenity of it all made her groan and grind her body helplessly down into the bed, and looking at Kathy as Marcus moved the naked young body off of her and around so that he could have room to maneuver, she saw that her daughter was too greatly aroused with passion and excitement to resist.
"Kneel up," the man commanded crudely. "Exactly like you did last night for Gary, only this time something else is going to be reamed out!" Kathy hesitated, then lifted her buttocks in the air, groaning as he assumed a semi-squatting position behind her firm, whitely glistening buttocks, his hard, cruelly pulsating penis poised at the crevice of her ass, his fingers greedily running over her thighs and parting her trembling backsides. She gave a last, glassy-eyed stare of helpless submission to her mother, who could only return it with tear-blinded eyes.
Then, suddenly, rough hands grasped Marylynn, and she too was brought to her knees, and she could no longer see what was happening, her vision entirely consumed by young Gary Coren as he crouched down in front of her, his semen-bloated testicles and his erect, young cock held in front of him.
"Your daughter sucked Dad off until he came in her mouth last night," he said gleefully. "Now it's your turn. Suck it, Mrs. Hess. Suck my prick and make me cum!"
All she could see was that blood-raging penis, its thick shaft glistening in the light of the bedroom, and her stomach heaved at the horrid idea of taking it in her mouth. How could Kathy have ever done it? She'd never allowed such a perverted act before, or had it done to her until Roger had kissed her pussy last night, and the mere thought of a hardened male penis filling her mouth sickened her, made her gag. But Gary pressed his hands tightly to her ears, making her stay where she was, and then he moved his fleshy rod until its youthful cock-head touched the softness of her lips. She hesitated, but the insidious threats that had been made came back to her in a blinding flash, and she realized that she had to take it in her mouth and suck it until it came or everything done so far would have been in vain. To take the boy's prick, who was young enough to be her son, only accentuated the horrible position she and Kathy were in, and it was an act of abhorrence that only signified her anguish and surrender to the obscene outrages she had brought upon her family. She ovaled her mouth widely, accepting in the warm, saliva-filled cavern of it as the teenage boy slid it slowly and gleefully forward. She could feel the smoothly rounded outline of the lust-swollen head pressing down against her tongue and slowly, hesitantly, she swirled it teasingly around it. The boy groaned above her and she suddenly reveled in the sense of power it gave her. She'd suck his cock, by God, suck it hard and passionately until she had those pictures and could destroy them. She promised herself she would, and she again ran her tongue, this time angrily and hotly, around the shaft, feeling the cock swell and pulsate with life.
"Oooooh God, Mrs. Hess," she heard him moan. "You're sucking it good!" Yes, she'd show Gary Coren and his father, drummed through her tortured mind, she'd show them both that she could please, and if they wanted her to suck then she'd suck, and if they wanted nothing more than a whore to fill with their hotly aching sperm, then that whore she'd be. Her tormented mind droned senselessly, the very helplessness of her situation excusing the wierd sensations that her sucking was beginning to stir in her belly and loins.
She sucked and licked earnestly, her supplications adding to the powerful stimulant between her legs that her daughter's mouth had been a few moments before, and her body began to slowly respond with heat and passion. She shuddered at the revulsion of knowing that now she was voluntarily sucking the boy who had so recently fucked her daughter, and ... the exquisite madness of being helplessly subjected to he and his father's mercy, coupled with the uncontrollably rising passion down in her moistly tingling vagina, relentlessly overcame her shame. She moaned softly around the boy's hardened cock and slowly sunk to a craving delight at the lewdness of the act she was performing. She felt the hair of the teenager's pubic curls graze her chin and lips, his testicles swinging softly against her face with each thrust, and as the previous sensations of abandoned lust grew again to hotly burn her cunt, nothing mattered but the delicious agony of swirling excitement which once again seared her naked flesh. She swished her tongue with a vengeance about his throbbing penis, mewling submissively from around her hollowing cheeks and her tightly ovaled mouth that was filled completely with pumping young cock. Then, all control lost, she shivered inwardly, groveling more hungrily at his naked genitals with erotic bliss.
Young Kathy Hess, with horrified disbelief, saw her mother's lips begin nibbling with submissive delight as Gary Coren thrust forward with his young, muscular hips and wetly fucked his saliva-glistening cock in and out of the tightly locked confines of her warm, wet mouth. She stared at the tiny ridged flesh pulled back from rounded lips in an obscene semblance of a tight, hairless cunt being fucked, and at the rock-like shaft that was being greedily accepted up inside it. She heard a moaning and hastily hissed orders from the boy for her mother to suck harder ... suck faster. Kathy was caught helplessly by the obscenely arousing sight, her passions rising to where she wanted to join in, and she squirmed her naked young buttocks hotly back against Gary's father, feeling the older man's fondling of her involuntarily pulsating cunt. Then she felt one finger prod deeper, probing the tiny puckered little anal hole her mother had so wonderfully licked and lubricated a few minutes before. His finger wormed salaciously through her tightly clenched sphincter muscle, and she winced from the slight pain, but then the pain seemed to vanish and new, surprising pleasure billowed from back between her open buttocks. Marcus ground his finger in further until his palm was flat against her ass cheeks, expanding her rectum, teasing lewdly in and out, widening her until she was wriggling her hips back unabashedly to get more of his finger inside, reacting to the strange new subjugation with a strange, masochistic desire. Then, suddenly, his finger was removed, the rubbery skin of her anus clinging hotly to it, and the girl quivered with anticipation, drawing her knees more up beneath her and farther apart so she could present him with more of her widely stretched rectal crevice.
"You want more, little girl?" he taunted.
"Yes! Oh yes! Ohhhhh!" she cried out. "It feels good!"
He grinned triumphantly at her eagerness, knowing that in a few seconds she'd be singing another tune even louder. He knelt up behind her smoothly rounded young buttocks and worked the massive blunt head of his cock against the nakedly exposed lips of her anus, doubting that in her inferno of desire she was even aware that he was going to fuck her in the rectum. And then Kathy felt his foreskin being stretched as his long, thick shaft was slowly pressured forward into the narrow quivering tunnel of her ass. There was a momentary pause, then suddenly it popped up inside, past her tightly clutching little muscular barrier.
"Ohhh God!" she grunted in surprise. "That hurts!"
"It's going to hurt a lot more before it gets better," he said gleefully. "But it hurt last night when Gary shoved his cock in your cunt, and you ended up enjoying it, so don't worry, you'll come to love this too!"
"Aggg!" she screamed, "It hurts too much! No! Take it out! Please take it out! I can't like it this way!"
"Push back, little girl!" the man commanded angrily, "and tell me you don't love my prick in your ass five minutes from now!"
"God, I'm unable to move! she thought as he surged even deeper up into her vainly resisting little rectum. His immense cock, even larger than his son's, rammed through her tight elastic opening and soared with a savage, merciless force into Kathy's virginal little rectum, forcing the hotly clinging walls of rubbery flesh before it like an impossibly huge, destructive instrument of torture, burying itself up her defenseless upturned anal channel until the savage pain blanketed her brain with excruciating agony. No, no ... this wasn't like last night ... her vagina was made to accept a man's penis ... but her rectal passage wasn't, and she couldn't possibly ever find pleasure with such an alien thing inside her like this!
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
"Fuck her, Dad! "Shove it to her!" Gary yelled in encouragement.
"Goddamn, she's got a tight little hairless ass!" Marcus Coren moaned animalistically. "I'm going to split her butt wide open, I tell you true! Oh, Son, this is one sweet virgin hole!" He watched as he kneeled above her trembling white moons, seeing the reddish skin of her round little anus draw back with his cock as he started to fuck rhythmically in and out of her. At first the pressure had been almost unbearable even for him, but now it was just right, promising to siphon out his sperm with a ferocity of a typhoon, and he thrust forward again, relishing the howling cry of pain tearing from the helplessly impaled teenager's wide-open mouth. He'd cum soon, and he wanted to feel the torrent of his semen gurgling into the beautifully shaped, once proud young ass!
The man only laughed again, and she dug her nails into her palms and bit her lower lip to try to not show the agony she felt, humiliated and bruised enough without his laughing taunts. But for all of her pain and torment, she began to find a small degree of stimulation from his fucking into her back there as her rectum became slightly more accustomed to his thrusting cock. She felt oddly wet between her buttocks and her throbbing vaginal lips belowwet and morbidly ashamed, for she was being sodomized and knew it. She tried to concentrate on this horrid fact, but as Marcus pumped jolt after jolt into her, she found that she was automatically squirming back on his fleshy shaft, heaving and undulating her body, moving her firmly rounded young hips back in tiny welcoming circles as if she were actually reveling in his bestial intrusion.
With strange reversal of all that she'd thought was right and true, the pain and misery faded from her mind, to be replaced by a weird, masochistic desire. It began to tingle through her loins, bringing her clitoris erect and quivering, her nipples of her distended breasts to hardness, and her wide-stretched rectum to a delightfully heated volcano of pleasurable sensations. Her hips ground back with enjoyment, and with each forward heave of the huge prick in her bowels, Kathy was finding she was looking forward to the next surge. Gary's father's cock was doing wonderful things to her, and she began to revel in the spiraling excitement that was churning in her more and more.
Dear God, she was loving it! She was finding absolute lust in being fucked in the ass, just like he said she would! The girl was now delirious with delight, and she took one hand and slid it down her pulsing belly to the throbbing triangle of golden hair at her cunt, and then slipped her fingers into the opened wet slit of her pussy, hungry now for all she could get. She could feel his sperm-loaded testicles batter the back of her hand as she groaned with her breath hitching in her throat and finger-fucked herself with the same tempo that the older man was fucking into her now wide-stretched little anus. She dropped her head for a moment and looked between her bobbing young breasts to where her fingers were sunk deep up in her hungrily lusting cunt, and she could sense everybody else's eyes on the same writhing spot, soaking up the unbelievable lewdness of the ass fucking she was receiving.
"Oh God, it was wonderful!" She was finger-fucking herself at the same time as a wonderfully hard male penis was driving like an express train up her ass, and she was completely loving it, and that in turn made her wallow deeper and deeper into the whole degenerate orgy.
"Fuck back harder!" Marcus yelled at her. "Ohhhh, baby, move that ass!"
"Yes! Yes! Make me cum when you do!" Kathy heard herself respond feverishly. "Yes! Fuck me harder too!"
Marylynn had been able to see all of the details, and had moaned in concert with Kathy's moans of agony as Marcus Coren had penetrated her tiny helpless anal mouth. She'd stared in subservient anguish, her vision clear as Gary, sensing she wanted to watch, had moved them both around on the bed. She'd found herself totally absorbed by the obscene spectacle, almost forgetting at the moment that the young teenage boy was plunging his penis into her mouth time and time again, and she winced with the empathetic pain she was sure her tender, budding daughter felt as the lust hardened cock screwed unmercifully into her tiny, cringing rectal passage.
But then she detected that Kathy's cries of pain were subtly changing to low, submissive whines, and then to a softly crooning tone which left no room for doubt! She was beginning to enjoy the lewd rape of her tiny virginal ass-hole!
Perhaps it was caused by the very helplessness of her position, or from the lewd, obscene thought of being fucked in the anus while watching her mother sucking another cock-but whatever the reason, the teenage girl was loving it, and her hips were moving of their own accord against their neighbor, Marcus Coren's cramming hardness, her whole, young body undulating in wild abandonment.
Then, the sight of her daughter going stark raving while reaching back and fingering herself as well was too much for Marylynn. She continued to watch the obscene ravisliment with bulging eyes, and found that she was responding to it with an intensely rising desire of her own. Her belly churned and a tremendous charge of sensual emotion poured over her. Oh God ... how could she not respond to it!
She couldn't stop herself from the excitement which inundated her, and seething with newfound passion, she sucked the hammering cock in her mouth with increasing fury, her left hand caressing the teenage boy's sperm-bloated calls as they slapped flatly against her smooth, moistly wet chin. She glanced over at her daughter again, and saw that Kathy was looking at her now, and a smile passed between them. It was a different kind of smile that they'd ever given before, and it was a smile that meant more than a thousand words. It was a mute message that the two were not only physically naked, but soul naked as well, and that they knew what they were now, and that it was all right. From now on, whatever they did separately or together would be accepted and returned, and that nothing could ever come between them ever again.
And so, released from all mental pressures, the lovely young mother and her hotly writhing daughter abandoned themselves to the wild inciting pleasures of the two male penises sunk so deep up in their gratefully accepting bodies. They strove mightily for their orgasms, the heat and rapture building in their loins with an intense force, and so lost were they in their carnal bliss, that they never realized that there was another man entering the bedroom....
... A man who was shocked with horror at the sight he was witnessing! A man who had started it all and whose name was Roger Hess!
Roger had been feeling mighty low. He'd been plagued with guilt all that day for having fucked his brother's wife. There'd been no excuse for his actions, only the sad reason that he'd had a little too much to drink and something had snapped in him when he'd seen her standing there, with only her robe on in the doorway. Maybe it was out of chagrin for having been caught pulling at his cock, or maybe it was just that she was such a fine looking woman-whatever the cause, it wasn't enough to justify what he'd done to her.
Hell, he'd coveted her almost from the first time they'd met. She was very beautiful, and had a wonderful personality on top of that, and he ruefully had to admit, his suspicions that she was exceptionally sensual as well were proven to be correct. A guy who'd bummed around the world as much as he had can sense those kind of qualities in a woman, and he couldn't blame her for finally reacting like the female animal she was. It was only natural of her, once she got into the swing of things. But that still didn't excuse him for starting it.
He'd been mulling over these morbid thoughts while sitting on a bar stool at Frankies. He'd been there most of the morning, after finding out the shipyard wasn't hiring new men, as he'd been led to believe. He'd purposely left his brother's house very early so that he wouldn't have to face Marylynn, and he was in no hurry to return, not until he had consumed enough beer to shore up his courage. Sure, he'd always had all sorts of dirty dreams about fucking his sister-in-law, and had sort of bragged mentally to himself about what he'd do if he ever had the chance-but that was only because he truly believed he'd never get that chance, knowing how decent she was. He could sound off all he liked, think all the lewd ideas he wanted, but it wouldn't do any harm.
But Marylynn was too sensitive a woman, too pure at heart not to be crippled by what had happened to her. He was the first to admit that he was feeling every bit as bad today as she'd warned him he would, and intuitively he knew that she was feeling the same. Even more terrible, it was his own brother's wife, not just some stranger's broad. How could he face Gordon? Christ! To do that to his own flesh and blood! What an absolute bastard he was! It had taken quite a few glasses of beer to get over the worst of his qualms about that.
Driving home later, he'd decided that the best thing to do would be to go, just pack up and leave, and if he didn't see Marylynn or his cute little niece, all the better. He was saddened therefore, when he saw the car in the drive, because that meant he would have to say something to them, give out some patently stupid excuse for suddenly running out, knowing that it wouldn't heal the breach he'd caused between him and Marylynn, but hoping it would satisfy Kathy. It wouldn't even have been so bad if Marylynn had been the kind of woman who fucked around on her husband, for then he'd still feel bad, but at least would know that he hadn't been plowing anything that wasn't already being plowed by others.
With this attitude running through his slightly drunken mind, he was suddenly struck stone still, as he glimpsed into the bedroom where all the strange noises were coming from. One look, one wild, blinding moment of vision, and Roger dropped his jaw like it was shattered glass. Air surged from his lungs in shock, his whole body weaving from the carnal debauchery in front of him, the perversion hitting him like a sudden blast of heat from a furnace, unable to do more at first than to stare and mumble incoherently, engrossed with stupefaction from the beer he'd consumed.
Lord! It couldn't be his sister-in-law, her tongue swirling hotly around a young boy's penis that was stuffed in her widely ovaling mouth. And Kathy ... no, not his sweet little teenaged niece! But Christ, it was her, being sodomized by a man old enough to be her father! He gulped aloud, thanking God in the back of his mind that he was fogged enough from the beer to anesthetize him for this, for without the alcohol, he knew that the shock would have sent him raving insane!
He never dreamed that his brother's family could be so rampant with lewdness! All of that puritanical behavior was so much shit! Marylynn not liking to be fucked by other men? What a laugh! There she was, sucking a boy her daughter's age, for Christ's sake-and she was so depraved that she's even corrupted Kathy! Christ, he could see now that he should have pushed her down on a bed and fucked her shitless right from the day he'd moved in, and that he was the fool, taken in by her ruse! She'd made him look like an ass, crying and carrying on as if she was still a virgin, and the more he stared, the angrier he got at the thought that he'd ever wasted a second on feeling sorry for what he'd done or airing nice ideas about her character. She was a whore, a slut-and he was the prize idiot of them all!
Rage filtered through him, and he clenched his fists with hurt and chagrin. He had to get back at her ... but how? Tell Gordon? No ... Gordon would never believe him. Christ, he could hardly believe his own eyes and ears as it was, and Marylynn was obviously too clever to leave any evidence around. He had it! He'd join in, strike back with her own weapon, sex! He'd fuck that sweet little niece of his until she couldn't walk, and really show them all! Yes, that was the best damned idea of all, and without another moment of hesitation, he stripped off his clothes, intent only on extracting his vengeance by fucking his young niece right in front of her mother! Then he ran naked into the room, his hardened fully erect cock leading the way like a sex-crazed signal flag.
"Haaaa!" he cackled hysterically, climbing onto the bed" with the others. "Look who's here, Marylynn! Look, you fucking tramp!"
Marcus and Gary only saw a strange naked man clambering onto the bed, a vengeful grin on his handsome face, and they momentarily slowed their fucking of the young mother and her daughter, surprised and a little afraid. But Kathy and her mother knew who he was, and they both looked up, their mouths and cheeks glistening wetly with their beads of sex-raised perspiration and the moisture of sexual secretions.
"Roger!" the lovely woman wailed.
"Uncle!" the young girl cried out.
"That's right, Uncle Roger!" he bellowed, and then he began to grin vengefully again. "I've come to join in the fun, you two bitches. And God help your adulterous little pussies when I get through with them!"
Marylynn moaned in mortification at having her brother-in-law see her and her daughter like this, naked and being fucked shamelessly by a strange man and a teenage boy right in his own brother's house. She knew instinctively what he must feel inside him to have responded like he was, and she managed to choke out:
"Yes, Roger ... I deserve it! I deserve whatever you think of me!"
"So you're the famous Uncle Roger," Marcus said with a smile of relief. "Well, I've heard you're a cocksman, so shut up and let's get together! Start fucking the old lady, while I finish fucking the girl in the ass!"
"The hell I'm going to fuck her," Roger growled. "I'm going to fuck Kathy! You help me? I'm going to fuck my niece until my cum runs out of those hot little titties of hers!"
"Nooo, nooooo!" Marylynn screamed. "Not her! Fuck me if you want, but not her!"
"Yes!" he snarled angrily. "I've already had your cheating little cunt!"
"Yes, do fuck me, Uncle Roger," Kathy panted. "You fucked Mother, so fuck me like you did her! I want your cum in my belly, Uncle! Fuck me!" She squirmed her buttocks back against the man's penis which was still throbbing hotly in her rectum, the salacious idea of having a relative inside her making her wild with new anticipation. "Ohhhhhh, yes! Fuck me like you fucked my mother!"
He needed no further urging, and his cock heaved with surging excitement. He glanced at his sister-in-law, seeing that the young boy had grabbed her behind the head and was once again shoving his penis into her mouth, her head bobbing like a surrealistic yo-yo on a string, his prick soaring like a huge peeled banana into her face until her roundly ovaled lips almost touched his pubic hair. And then he moved to Kathy, seeing Marcus pulling her buttocks apart with his hands and the thin outer flesh of her tiny rectum clenching like a tightly stretched rubber band around the thick base of deeply imbedded cock. God Almighty, the orgy seemed endless!
Slipping down beside the teenager, he faced her wildly undulating buttocks, and he centered his gaze for a moment on the wide split crevice of the smoothly rounded moons, fascinated by the rampaging penis which was fucking deep up into her quivering anus. He held his breath as the puckered pink flesh ovaled around the brutal thrusts, and then he traced his fingers over her thighs, dipping them down and felt her fingers as they teased in and out of her soft, wet cunt. The wetly flooded pubic fleece moistening his hand, and Kathy began to moan through her lips, the sights and feels peaking his lust to a mind-warping stage.
He lowered his head and wormed face-up under her heavily perspiring belly, letting her soft, warm skin beat a tattooo of sexual cadence down against his nose and mouth. Kathy, sensing what he was planning to do, raised herself up on her hands and knees so that he could move all the way beneath her, removing her masturbating hand for added support. His lust hardened cock brushed against her moist pink slit, and she waved her already impaled buttocks higher in the air, bringing a moan of contentment from Marcus' Coren's throat. The man sodomizing her from behind allowed her to lower her wetly grinding pussy lips down over her uncle's animal-like prick, and furiously Roger surged upwards, his muscular buttocks jerking high off the bed as he rammed his cock deeply within the tender young girl's waiting, fire-filled vagina.
Her insatiable little cunt all but had a suction of its own, and swallowed his hardened penis up in it until he hit hard into her cervix above. She felt the great rod settle in her, pressing closely against Marcus Coren's cock through the thin membrane of her vaginal and rectal walls, the only thing left to separate the two parallel shafts. And then, as if on a prearranged signal, the two men started to fuck her in unison until only their blood-filled cockheads remained embedded up inside her, her Uncle Roger's held in place by the inner lips of her pussy, and her boyfriend's father's held by the tight construction of her wide stretched, sensation-filled anus. They fucked her simultaneously, driving as deep up inside her tight little belly as they could, their stiffness pushing hotly against each other all along the twin channels of her hungrily writhing loins.
"More!" she groaned, "Fuck meeeeeeee mooooorrrrrrreeeeee!"
They gave her more, heaving and crashing into her with a tempo that reminded her passion-dazed mind of tidal waves pounding the ocean shoreline. Again and again the two lust-driven older men fucked into the once virginal young girl, their balls slapping softly against each other as they hit on the in-stroke between her dually ravaged cunt and ass-hole.
Delight flowed through Marylynn now, seeing that all was well and there was no more need to have the slightest fear or shame in what was being done. She massaged the softly dangling sac of Kathy's boyfriend's testicles, his hard young shaft completely absorbed between her ovaling sucking lips. Then she tantalized the base of his cock with one hand and raised her fingers so that she could stroke his pubic hair while she sucked in rhythm to the dual fucking her daughter was receiving by the other two men. Her tongue flicked hotly around the smooth rubbery head, rubbing against its tiny slit, and the lewdness of her wet touch swirled maddeningly around the massive penis. The teenaged boy flexed his buttocks, and they both watched the other men hammering into the slavishly aroused girl. It was a masterful sight, and Marylynn peeled back her lips with delirium and clung to Gary's cock grotesquely with her teeth as she saw the blurred rhythm of her child's wildly driving buttocks increase with impending explosion, sensing the boy's growing excitement and sucking harder for his benefit, wanting now to feel his freshly virile young cum spurt deeply into her mouth.
But suddenly, before she could react, Gary jerked his cock from between her lips and held the huge, pulsating head about two inches from her mouth. And before she could protest, it began spurting out thin, white streams of his bursting semen deep into her still ovaly-held lips, the thick, quick spurts coming from the eye of the rhythmically jerking head like milk spewing from a cow's udder. He filled the warm, wet cavern of her welcoming mouth to the brim, and his girlfriend's mother voraciously swallowed, trying not to lose any of the wonderfully delicious fluid, and her own orgasm surged through her, making her gurgle through the liquid in her mouth and throat as the room suddenly lit up in a bright flash of sparkling colors. As his penis shot out the last of his virile young semen, a thin strand of whiteness ran from his cock to her sperm-glistening lips, and she desperately moved forward and swallowed the slowly deflating shaft greedily back into her mouth. He saw her spasm with her own climax time and time again as she swirled her tongue madly and licked his penis of every last delicious drop of the cascading liquid.
Then Marcus Coren suddenly ground heavily behind Kathy, and Roger took up the wailing chant. It was time for them! Her Uncle jerked deep up into her hungrily absorbing vagina from below and shot his cum deep into her pussy like a great geyser blasting off into endless space and he writhed his hips furiously while her boyfriend's father suddenly fucked forward and speared needle-thin jets of white semen from his convulsing balls deep into her hotly milking anus, filling her tender young bowels with lewd enema of his passion-heated cum. Kathy, her climax the last to arrive, thrust back her buttocks on the orgasmically expanding shafts of her two lovers, her every muscle contracting as though she was having an epileptic fit. She groaned and squealed blatantly, her anal and vaginal muscles closing around the hotly gushing penises like angry fists. Her buttocks flexed when her orgasm hit, and her chest screamed as the power of her slim, budding young body unleashed with the moment she'd been hoping for. There was no time, no space, nothing save the unbelievable explosion of her climax. She was struck time and time again by the spasmodic twitching of her lustfully straining nerves, until finally, she had drained the now emptily dangling balls of both the older men completely dry.
Gradually the three men withdrew their cocks from the assorted holes of the two women and the five of them all sprawled nakedly on the bed, half-comatose from their fantastic releases. Kathy lay across the loins and chest of her uncle, her own slim young legs wide apart, a tempting view of her sperm flooded pussy gleaming with matted blonde hair in the light. Her mother crawled over Gary to reach her, and took her tenderly in her arms.
"I love you, baby." she said.
"I love you too, Mother," Kathy murmured, and she fondly kissed the nipple of one quivering breast.
"Jesus," Marcus Coren sighed.
"Yeah, Dad," his son groaned.
"Unbelievable," Roger said softly, still not comprehending the entire situation, but too sated to be serious.
After that, the party ran its course for many, many hours. There was not talk of the pictures or any other kind of blackmail; there was no need, for everybody made love to everybody else with total freedom of expression. And periodically, Kathy and Marylynn looked at each other with that secret smile of theirs, knowing that they would never be parted again, not from each other, and certainly not from the new life that they had now discovered.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gordon Hess was a very contented man.
As he'd remarked to one of the men at Conradin, Inc., that morning, "There's no finer feeling than knowing that you've got a beautiful, loving wife, a fine teen-aged daughter, and a good home and circle of friends." And the man had had to agree, smiling as he said that he was glad the week-end session had been as short as it had been, and that the contract had been approved and signed almost before Hess' plane had landed in St. Louis. He was going home, and knew exactly how Gordon felt.
The business trip had been short. It hadn't been a waste of time, for it was his presence there as sales manager which had clinched the deal, and a regular salesman wouldn't have had a chance, causing the negotiations to drag on interminably. Well, that was part of his job, and was one of the things which made it all worthwhile. He glanced at his watch now, and yawned, wishing that like the man at Conradin, it had been only a simple matter of driving across town to get home. He had had to wait for the next flight back, and here he was on the jet at last, feeling as if it would never arrive. It would in another half-hour, but he was impatient about the delay anyway.
He could have stayed at the hotel in St. Louis in which he'd reserved a room a week, and which he'd only used for one night. But he was glad he'd decided not to, because he couldn't wait to see the look of surprise on Marylynn's face as he told her of his good fortune; his good fortune not only to have gotten the contract, but in so short a time that he could be home with her almost before she knew he'd left. Yes, she'd certainly be surprised, he thought with a broad smile, and he'd make sure that they stayed in that bed of theirs and made love all Saturday night and all day Sunday, too. He felt he had to make it up to her ... and hell, he wanted it just as much as she did!
No question about it, he was a lucky man, and as he sighed and settled in seat, all he could think about was the surprise his family would have when he arrived home this afternoon. Yes, sir, it would be quite a pleasant surprise for everybody....
