This is a book in which so much happens that the title can only touch on a highly visible piece of the whole. What happens when families break up-for the wrong reasons? In the long run, are the children better off and do the husband and wife really solve anything? This is the kind of question that should be foremost in the reader's mind as he goes through the pages presented here.
As most adult novels do, this book shows that unhappy sex life does not have to be a trap from which there is no escape. Divorce, as unpleasant as the word is, does offer men and women a second chance in life for happiness if used wisely. The question always is, what is wisely? Wisely, of course, means don't repeat the same mistake.
What about the rest of the book?
Well, sexual liberty isn't a new theme. Nor is sex for youngsters. The question of when a youngster is old enough to experience the full force of sexual experience is often debated and is very debatable. Perhaps the safest and wisest course is to do as the author has done here-to show that there are good and bad sexual experiences and instill in the reader the realization that good experiences don't always bend to conventional morality and that bad experiences are not excusable because they flaunt social mores.
Basically, adult novels are a study of the human condition, twisted and turned under the microscope, studied to show that part of human life which is kept in darkness. They do not appeal to all persons nor do they even have a message for some. But there can be no doubt that their messages deserve to be said somewhere-need to be said.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"They're fucking!"
"Huh?"
"I said your father and stepmother are fucking. That's why they're always trying to be alone in their bedroom."
"Al, you don't know whatcher talkin' about."
"Yes I do," Al Lasten laughed. "I know all about these things."
Al Lasten was a mere sixteen years old, yet he was already the most licentious person living in town. He was short, just three inches over five feet, with a large hooked nose and long stringy hair. Pimples covered his face from forehead to throat, and in order to cover a massive inferiority complex (though many people swore it wasn't just a complex), he always acted like an aggressive slob who seemed to know everything. He had the largest collection of eight millimeter porno movies around. His room was filled with all kinds of nudie magazines, and he was constantly in trouble for attempted rape. It was rumored he'd actually managed to rape a few girls, but none of them was willing to come forward and testify against him.
Dave Frank was only thirteen, and he was feeling neglected. His mother had divorced his father more than a year ago, claiming mental and physical cruelty. She had married a religious fanatic and had gone away. Davey, and his sister Susan, who was fourteen, had elected to remain with their father because he wasn't always trying to make something righteous or evil out of every situation.
But three days earlier, Davey's father, Ira Frank, had re-married, and he had been neglecting both his children, spending every spare moment with his new wife, alone in their bedroom. Neither Davey nor Susan were able to understand why.
Both knew about the "birds and the bees." But their mother had impressed upon them the fact that men and women only did these sinful things when they wanted to multiply. Otherwise it was not only unnecessary, but evil. The two knew their father wasn't an evil man, and they had been certain Betty, his new wife, couldn't have been evil. Their father wouldn't have married her if she were evil ... unless she had somehow or other wickedly contrived to seduce him and lure him into marriage.
Now Al Lasten, seeing Davey alone for the moment, had asked him what the problem was, and Davey, naive and young, had told him. So Lasten had explained the hard, cold facts of life.
It was a warm day in May, and both boys were wearing short-sleeved shirts. Each also wore light summer slacks. They were standing in front of the Frank home, a three bedroom frame house looking much like the thousand other houses in the development. The sun made the day warm, but Davey Frank was feeling a chill because of Al Lasten's words.
"Susan," he called to his sister as she came out the side door to dump a bag in the garbage can. "C'mere for a minute."
"What's the matter, Davey?" Susan Frank asked her brother, as she walked over to where he and Lasten were standing.
Susan was pretty. She was so pretty she made the flowers look pale by comparison. She had long brown hair and white skin. Her large, brown innocent-looking eyes could swallow up man and boy alike, radiating the pure innocence of her mind. Her body had only just begun to really fill out She had small breasts pushing against her simple blue cotton dress, but they seemed just right for her body. They gave an added look of innocence to Susan's otherwise shapely form. Her waist was already narrow, and it was plain her hips would shortly start to flare.
She wore no makeup of any kind. This also served to enhance her beauty. Looking at her, one could not help falling a little in love with her, instantly.
Al Lasten, being in love with himself, felt only lust when he looked at Susan. Hers was the kind of innocence calling for total degradation. And the teenaged boy secretly harbored the desire to be the defiler of her purity, in every way.
"Susan," Davey said to the sweet, wide-eyed girl. "Al claims pa is fornicating with Betty right n now.
Instantly the young girl's face reddened.
"How dare you even say such evil things," she whispered.
"What's the big deal?" Lasten asked. "Your father's fucking your stepmother, his wife. It's legal. They're married. Wake up, kid. Fucking is something people do because they like it."
"How dare you speak to us like that," Susan snapped. "You're a spawn of Satan," she bit at him. "You stay away from my brother and myself from now on."
"Hey look," Lasten said, smirking. "Since when is it evil to tell the truth? Your old man and his wife are fucking, and that's the simple fact."
"Come, Davey," Susan said, taking her brother by the hand. "We don't want to hear anymore of the vileness Mr. Lasten is spouting."
She tugged her brother along after her, listening to Lasten laugh as they went into the house. They went in through the side door, going directly into the laundry room. From there they walked up into the kitchen. It was a large kitchen with a dining area and lots of cabinets and countertop space.
"Why would Al say such things?" Davey wanted to know.
"He's a terrible person," Susan said. "You mustn't listen to him or anything he says. Remember what mother taught us. Fornication is an evil that must be suffered in order to procreate. You don't think father would allow himself to be lured into doing something evil. We know he doesn't want any additional children. In fact, Betty had an infection in her ovaries. They had to be removed. I heard her tell daddy as much one night."
"Well then, they can't be doing anything like what Al said."
"We could always find out," Susan said. "But I don't think it's right to spy on daddy."
"I think we should find out anyway, so we can set our minds at rest," Davey insisted.
"Maybe you're right," Susan nodded. "They only went into the bedroom a few minutes ago. The top of the bedroom door doesn't fit snugly into the doorway. There's more than an inch of space there. If we take two kitchen chairs and put them in the hallway near the door, we can stand on them and look into the room."
Each of the children took a kitchen chair and climbed the eight steps to the bedroom level. Quietly they set the chairs in front of the bedroom where their father and stepmother were together.
Inside the bedroom, Ira Frank was staring at the naked body of his new wife. Her hair was short and black, just like his, and she had a stunning face. Where Susan's brown eyes shone with wide innocence, Betty's eyes glistened with desire. Betty's nose was short and slightly upturned, and she had a full, ripe, sensuous pair of lips. Her body was smooth and without stretch marks, though there were red lines from her bra and panties. Her nipples were a soft brown, flat at the moment, like two nickels resting against circles of equally soft brown the size of silver dollars. Otherwise her breasts were two fields of white porcelain. Her body was free of any loose flesh as it tapered into a narrow waist, then widened into lush, rolling hips, long, pillarly thighs, and tapered calves.
Ira Frank had a firm torso for a man of forty-one. His stomach was starting to bulge a little, but otherwise he was exceptionally well-proportioned. And the part of him Betty liked most was his huge penis; more than seven and a half inches long, and a good two and a half inches in circumference. It had a nut-brown shaft, matching the color of his hanging scrotum, and it was capped by a large, violet, mushroom shaped head. The head had a tiny hole in its tip, arid the tip was leaking a bubble of colorless lubricant.
The huge double bed was against the left wall. Betty was standing on one side, while Ira stood on the other.
"Every time I look at you, I can't believe how lucky I am," Ira was saying. "God! You have no idea what a nightmare I went through for fourteen years with Abigail. Fourteen years of listening to her spout the gospel at me. Fourteen years of hearing her pray to God for forgiveness every time I took her to bed. Fourteen years of listening to her harangue me and chastise me for wanting what belonged to me. Thank God it's over. With you here I'm almost willing to become a churchgoing man, myself."
"I didn't marry a man who wanted to go to church all the time," Betty laughed. "You just go on being yourself. I love you for the man you are, and not the man someone else wanted you to be."
She walked to the foot of the bed, and Ira slid around behind her, pressing his cock against her full, rich buttocks. His arms pressed into her belly for a moment, then he slowly let his fingers move up and cup her full breasts. He pressed his palms into her nutlike nipples, feeling them swell and press against him. One hand left her tit and moved lower, rubbing into the black thatch on her pelvis. His hard cock began pressing into the crevice between her asscheeks.
Betty leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder. She closed her eyes as his hands rotated against her nipples and pelvis causing ever-widening pulsations to radiate from her body. Thrills began invading her delicate labia, causing the hot, tight tunnel inside to become wetter and hotter. Her body was more and more aware of the pressure of his phallus.
His lower hand moved up to cup a tit again, and with both hands he squeezed hard, making the two tits bobble for a moment. Then he spun her around to face him, plunging his tongue all the way into her mouth, feeling her full breasts flatten themselves against his chest. Her outstretched nipples now pressed maddeningly into him, making his chest tingle wherever they touched.
Betty panted more and more strongly as Ira lengthened the kiss, licking her tongue lightly, sensuously, delightfully, after which he ran his tongue gently around the inside of her mouth. Betty reacted by reaching down and getting a tight grip on his phallus. Her arm went rigid as she thrilled to the heated solidity of it.
Pulling her head away and breaking the kiss, she said, "God! I do love you. I've never met a man like you. You only have to look at me and I become excited. When you touch me, I'm completely lost."
Pressing her breasts against his chest, she forced him back against the bed. Then she released him and lay down, waiting for him to be the aggressor. He sat beside her, his questing hands thrillingly traveling the length and breadth of her long legs. They moved up and down a dozen times, never touching the same spot twice, and finally came to rest near the tawny brush of her pubic hair.
Betty spread her thighs farther apart as Ira caressed her moistened labial folds, lightly rubbing them. His fingers found her pearl-shaped clitoris and expertly pressured it into swelling all the more, causing excitement to race through Betty's body. She writhed on the counterpane, unable to keep her body dormant.
Slowly, very slowly, she felt him sliding a middle finger into the tightness of her burning twathole. She felt the finger slide all the way up into her, then slide back, slowly teasing her with its seesawing, fucking motion. Her aching cunt began heavily leaking as her hands moved to her own breasts to knead the nipples, arousing herself even more.
"Lick my finger," Ira insisted, reaching the middle finger of his free hand toward her mouth. Obediently she pulled it between her lips and began sucking on it until it was coated with her saliva. He pulled it out and slowly moved it under her, reaching for the cleft of her ass. When he found it, he slid the finger forward, parting her asscheeks, finding the wrinkled bud of her rectum. Betty felt the finger push into her puckered asshole, slowly but surely making inroads until it was all the way inside her. Then the two fingers began working in tandem, each pressing against the other, separated by a thin membrane of skin.
"Oh, Ira-honey," she murmured. "You really know how to make a woman helpless, don't you."
"Gorgeous woman, you're about to be begging me to stick my hot, horny cock into the tightness of your lovely cunt."
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured. "I love it when you talk like that. It gets my pussy even hotter."
"It's not nearly as hot as it's going to get," he assured her.
Tugging his fingers out of her cunt, he moved himself around until he was kneeling between her thighs. He grabbed her hips and lifted, draping her calves over his shoulders. He lowered his face, kissing her belly, licking her navel, then letting his tongue slide lower. It traveled farther south, letting it safari through the hair jungle on her pubis before finally coming to rest at the top of her aching pink slit.
Betty felt the tickle of his tongue and jumped, thrilling to the way it lingered before finally making up its mind which way to go. Then she felt it slowly slithering down into her sopping crack, sliding lower and lower until it-had moved the entire length of her vaginal gash. Her body shook from side to side, making her full breasts bounce wildly as she bucked and writhed. And then his lips were pressing themselves down against her sopping labia as he thrust the length of his tongue as far up into her seething muff as it would go. She felt it, and locked it in there as her vaginal muscles tightened, almost pulling it out of his mouth by the roots. She felt the tongue circle around and around and around inside her, poking and probing as his mouth seemed to fill itself with as much of her cuntflesh as it could. His teeth were grating against her hairy pubis, filling her with wonderfully thrilling bits of delightful anguish.
She heard him as he sucked loudly, nibbling carefully on her swollen labia, making her hotter by the second. She knew he was no less hot, his arms locked around her pressed-back thighs. Her panting became louder and louder. She thought he would make her come then and there. But he didn't want her to pinnacle just yet. He suddenly stopped, lifting his cunt juice smeared face from between her hot thighs, letting her ass slowly settle itself back on the bed. Betty watched him run his tongue around his lips, trying to lick off whatever secretions he could.
Ira loved the taste of her cunt. This was one of the reasons why she loved him so much. There was nothing pretentious about him.
Betty hadn't been a virgin when she'd met Ira Frank. Betty hadn't exactly given her body to every man she'd ever met, but on occasion she'd dated men who insisted she go down on them without reciprocating. But Ira Frank had been the first one to eat her because he liked it. What was more, the more she enjoyed being eaten, the more he liked eating her. And he wasn't shy about using his tongue. He probed everywhere, licking her anus, her vagina, her navel, and even between her toes.
Because he enjoyed doing all these things, Betty enjoyed sucking his cock. All the other men she'd sucked as a favor to them. When they came, she always spat their come into a tissue. Ira was the only man whose sperm she swallowed. Not only that, but she enjoyed doing it. She loved the taste of him. More, she just loved being with him, and soon came to realize life was a dull existence without him. When he had proposed marriage, she was more than overjoyed.
Ira had married the first time in haste. His wife had been bad for him, and he had been bad for her. When the divorce had finally come through, Ira's wife hurried off to marry another man, in essence making the same mistake again, not really knowing whether or not the man was good for her.
Ira had decided not to marry again. It was this not wanting to make a commitment that attracted Betty to him. In the beginning, Betty had been extremely good just for cheering him up. Neither had expected anything more than a good lay, but each got so much more they both realized marriage was necessary.
When Ira slid his body off Betty's and lay down on the bed next to her, Betty rolled over him in a sixty-nine position with her dripping cunt directly over his face. She gobbled the head of his solid cock into her mouth, compressing it with her tongue and palate, rubbing it with her lips, then proceeded to follow a spiral pattern with her tongue, licking it "all the way down. Her tongue moved lower and licked at his heavy sac, and she shuddered at the texture of his wrinkled sac as she licked it, feeling the pressure of each ball as it pressed outward.
He rubbed the soft, rubbery flesh of her buttocks with his own palms as her tongue traced one of the many veins up the length of his shuddering shaft. All the while her solid breasts moved like pendulums, the enlarged, swollen nipples tickling his stomach.
She pressed her nose into the hair on her husband's balls as she breathed the essence of him deeply into her quivering nostrils. Her short, black hair caressed the inner parts of both his thighs as she attempted to press the point of her tongue into the tip of his swollen penis hole.
His hands spread the globose cheeks of her ass, exposing her anus to his tongue. She felt the icy plunge of his knifing tongue as it stabbed right into the center of her puckered hole. It made Betty shake with delicious tremors, forcing her mouth to suck in more of his throbbing phallus. Strong, overpowering waves of tremulous ecstasy shuddered through her burning body. Tension, already heavy in her lungs, became weightier, pressing down hard.
She forced her mouth downward, slowly filling her oral cave with delicious, hard, solid phallic meat. Her lips pressured themselves around the wonderful thickness as hard as she could, and then they compressed a bit harder. She quivered all the more, getting him to respond by jamming his tongue ever deeper into her asshole. Then he began playfully chewing on the cheeks of her ass, Betty breathed through flared nostrils, bobbing her head up and down on his cock, her fingers continually scratching at his thighs.
He was spreading the thick lips of her creaming cunt apart, revealing her rich, coral inner flesh. Ira was anxiously breathing into her hot hole as he studied her pussy carefully for a few moments before taking his probing tongue from her asshole and using it to lick through her sticky cunt.
Betty felt her breath coming in stronger, heavier waves, She moved her mouth and tongue around on his throbbing penis, responding to the way his tongue probed into her innermost depths, discovering all there was to know about the inside of her pussy again and again and again. Her crotch was pressing down hard, grinding her deliriously thrilled cunt into his face as strongly as she could.
With her hands, Betty pushed his ass a little, squeezing his cheeks and forcing his pelvis to slam itself higher, forcing the bulbous glans on the end of his cock to press into her gullet. His cock was just long enough to push open the ring of her esophagus. But it could not penetrate any further.
Betty's fingers played with Ira's balls, tickling and squeezing them at the same time. More pressure was building up inside her, and she desperately needed some kind of safety valve to take the edge off. Ira's stabbing tongue was flicking in and out of her burning cunt, lapping at the blazing inner walls.
Betty felt her orgasm was so near, she couldn't concentrate on Ira's penis. She lifted her mouth from it and sat halfway up, balancing herself on the heels of her hands. She writhed her cunt circularly as she struggled to attain her own satisfaction. His lips were tightly gripping her bubble of clitoris, and Betty felt the strongly-desired orgasm begin to build throughout her body.
And then the orgasm hit her with the power of a mile-high tidal wave.
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyyaaaahhhh ... IHIIIIrrrrrrraaaaaaaa ... " she yelled, and her voice seemed to echo throughout the house, frightening the two children to where they almost fell off the chairs on which they were standing.
Betty felt her tension slowly easing away. She tightened her body, moaning loudly as thick pools of lubrication came seeping out of her, falling into Ira's yearning mouth. She heard the loud noises he made as his tongue slurped the juices out of her, swallowing it. Betty's box spasmed one more time, bringing her to her orgasmic peak. Thick, oily, colorless gobs of heavy lubrication came-pouring out from between her puffed cuntlips only to be sucked into Ira's mouth. His tongue whipped out and scooped the fluid into his own mouth as his fingers clung to her buttocks, keeping her as well-balanced as possible.
Betty gasped and shuddered as she stretched her face toward the ceiling, almost as if the very overpowering strength of the orgasm were carrying her upward. Then her climax crested and she began her slow, feathery descent. And all the while Ira continued lapping out her pussy, using his tongue to clean the walls. Finally, when there just wasn't any of the colorless ointment left, he pulled his tongue out of her pussy and felt Betty move from above him.
Betty's entire body felt as if a mild electric current had passed through it. Her breasts were tingling and her nipples sparkled as her chest heaved up and down with her heavy breathing. She could see Ira's cheeks, warm and wet with her secretions.
"No one else in the world has a mouth like yours," she whispered, just loud enough for the on looking children to hear.
A hand had moved into her hot cunt, and she was rubbing it, almost as if attempting to keep herself at the peak of her enjoyment, desperately trying to keep the pleasure from ebbing from her body.
"Anyone ever tell you how good that pussy of yours tastes?" Ira asked, smiling.
Betty blithely stroked the length of his swollen cock with her fingertips. The taste of his meat was heavy in her mouth, and merely touching the penis with her fingertips seemed to make the flavor of him last that much longer.
"I've had one or two men tell me they liked me," she nodded, "but no one ever admitted enjoying the taste of me. Even if they did, none of them meant anything. You, on the other hand, mean everything."
Her hand was running up and down the full length of the throbbing prod, making him more and more excited every moment. Shuddering, he said, "Honey, why don't you just bury that meat of mine somewhere."
"Where?" she asked, teasing.
"Where it'll do some good," he gasped.
"My oh my, you're leaving the decision up to me. And it's such a difficult decision."
"I have the feeling you'll come up with a good answer," he gasped, shuddering.
"I think I already have the answer," she nodded. "Suppose you rest for awhile."
"Oh ho! You've suddenly got the urge to be masculine," he laughed, shuddering as her hand caressed his meat again.
One of his own hands reached out and rubbed itself through the downy hair on her pussy, keeping her hot, wet, and anxious for more.
"I have the urge to climb on top of you," she admitted, but I'll never be masculine. Why should I be when you're all the masculinity I'll ever need."
Ira kissed her cuntlips very gently and then sat up and back, lying down. He felt her squat over him, placing the thick head of his prick at the seething entrance of her hot pussy. Then she, slowly lowered herself down. She watched as little by little his solid, swollen mast pushed its way up into her broiling channel, spreading her vaginal walls apart, completely filling her womanly tunnel.
Ira lay there quietly, not moving the least little bit as Betty did all the work, enjoying herself immensely. Lower she sank, and lower, until their pubic hairs intertwined and Betty gasped, "Dear Lord! It's through my vagina and on into my belly."
"I'll bet you could take a horse cock, if need be."
"Well, what the heck do you think I'm taking now?"
With her pubis resting on the base of Ira's cock, Betty started moving her groin in very slow, wide circles, causing the head of his throbbing meat to press into new, deeper, even more exciting places in her womanly oven. His hands reached up and grabbed her breasts, pushing. But Betty leaned forward, letting her weight fail on the palms pressing against her nipples as she raised her ass, giving him just enough room to pump his thrusting dong in and out of her.
Ira moved his throbbing cock easily enough, letting it rise and fall in Betty's squeezing channel, his cadence smooth and relaxed. Betty tightened her thighs around him as she shut her eyes, her complete concentration centered on the feeling of his thrusting penis way up inside her pussy. Her gaping mouth was sucking in air as she felt the tightness starting to build in her all over again.
The impression of her ribs stood out starkly against her body, blending into her hard, flat belly. The sensuous, matted V into which Ira's stabbing penis penetrated again and again swooped down into two, hard, widespread thighs, the muscles firm and tight.
He slid his hands from her breasts to her waist, just so he could watch the way her boobs shook as he continued fucking her. Soft moans were coming from deep inside her throat as he began to increase his upward thrusting strokes, slapping his thighs into her groin. His phallus felt like a long, hard, probing missile as she squeezed her vulvular muscles, alternately attempting to strangle and push on his hard-thrusting prick.
In spite of the temperate atmosphere, tiny droplets of perspiration trickled down Betty's sides. She was fucking with exceeding expertise, and was quite aware of how to churn her pelvis, in order to constantly change Ira's angles of penetration. She wanted to feel the point of his plunging prick touch every inner part of her as she slowly moved up and down, back and forth.
She gasped and shuddered when his hands reached up and tweaked the buds of her nipples, building more wonderful sensations in her bosom. Then he moved his head up and began sucking on the left tit, gobbling the nipple into his throat, sucking, biting and chewing, driving her out of her mind with thrilling pressure. Gripping his head, she rammed it against her swollen breast, at the same time pumping her body hard, slamming her pelvic bone down so hard, it made his own hairy pubis rattle.
Gasping, Ira lay back, sinking his thumbs into the creases where her thighs joined her torso. The pressure of his thumbs was driving her mad with delight.
Betty looked down, staring at his upplunging cock, the way it pressed itself into her hot hole, rubbing the upper wall of her vagina. She was bouncing all out of rhythm now, but felt him settle her down to a shuddering beat.
"Goddddddd ... " she muttered. "It feels so ... wonderfullllllll. I'm going to come againnnnn ... soon. I can feel it. Keep doing it, hon. Just keep doing it."
Betty's body had become a violin, and Ira's thrusting cock was the bow that made it resound correctly. In the last six months prior to their marriage, Ira and Betty had come to know one another very well. Each had been able to adjust physically to the wants and needs of the other, and each was aware of every little thing going on within the confines of the other's body. There had been no need for Betty to tell Ira she was on the edge of another orgasmic precipice. His body had anticipated it, feeling the way her torso was quivering and tightening up. He began putting on a savage display of humping, pressing his hard prong all the way up into her blazing depths until he felt her begin squeezing, as her eyes closed tightly and her mouth gaped, screaming a loud, "Aggggggggggggggaaaaaaaagghhhhh ... "
She leaned forward, pressing her full breasts into his chest as she hunched her body forward again and again, grunting and sighing and groaning as she once again peaked, feeling her own lubricants flood the tunnel of her cunt. His in thrusting cock was sunk in a mire of womanly quicksand as her seething pussy slurped loudly each time she pressed it forward and back. Her crotch literally banged against his, furiously fucking against him, feeling his solid penis penetrate her weeping depths again and again. Her body became wracked with climactic shudders, leaving her weak and lightheaded. She began overflowing as hot, sticky liquid seeped out from the tight fit where his throbbing cock was inserted into her, splashing down all over his pelvis and thighs.
Through it all, Ira continued his steady, grinding, pumping pace, knowing it would enable him to maintain total control over her. Not that he was trying to compete with her for mastery. He was simply interested in seeing she reached as many ultimate summits as possible. Through experience he had discovered she peaked most often when he remained in control of the situation.
Betty clenched her teeth and used her contracting vulva to squeeze his cock again and again, almost like a fist trying to milk a cow's udder. Her bright eyes seemed to have a slightly glassy look about them. Her entire body felt hot and wet. Pleasure ran rampant through her, causing Betty to tremble with mind-blowing lust. She gasped as fire burned into her lungs, and she threw herself on top of him, pressing her mouth to his.
The constricting dilation of her gripping cunt was in no way diminished by the heavy flow of oily lubrication inside her, washing over his upright member of granite like solidity. The way the liquid flowed from her squeezing vagina onto his matted pubis made her think of his phallus as a herring being pickled in her teeming depths.
Her mouth finally released his as she sat up and wiggled her swollen breasts in front of his face.
"Tantalizing bitch," Ira muttered, staring at the way her pillowy flesh bounced up and down.
She sat back, resting her moonshaped asscheeks on his thighs, forcing him to remain quiescent for the moment as his throbbing cock continued marinating in her tight, liquid center. His swollen balls pressed hard against the constricting sac of his scrotum, making him squirm a little. It amused Betty to know he loved her so much he could barely wait to continue. He was all things she had ever hoped for in a man, and many a night she had awakened, terrified to think it might all have been a dream. But the reassuring warmth of Ira's body always let her know he was there. He was hers for the taking for the rest of her life. Other than the "I do's" they had spoken there had been nothing in the way of agreements .between them, written or otherwise. Without speaking, she had let him know he was perfectly free to use his magnificent cock on other women, provided he always had enough for her. And he had, in essence, let her know she was free to do the same, since love did not constitute the mere giving of one's body, but the actual giving of one's inner self. And each was fully aware he and she possessed that inner self of the other.
They played games, because it made lovemaking that much more interesting. But the communication between them was always there.
"Tantalizing bitch, huh?" she laughed. "Perhaps. Yes, I'm a nasty, parasitic bitch whose possession of your cock is complete. And I won't release it until I've drained the life force out of you through that precious cock. And you made me this way, and we both love it."
"You were born with a cunt that sucks as avidly as your mouth," he retorted, squeezing the berrylike nipples.
"Maybe," she giggled, "but you're the one who really made it what it is today, and I hope you're satisfied."
"Not nearly," he assured her.
"What's on your mind?" she asked, the glassiness disappearing from her eyes as the last of her after-climax receded. She was almost tense, anticipating what was to come.
"I don't believe in 'Wham-Bam, thank you Ma'am," he smiled.
"No? So far you've double wham-bammed me.
Now what?"
"Now we go again."
He grabbed her hips with his hands and raised her body a few inches off his, then proceeded to stroke his long, hard prong into the squishiness of her cunt canal, bringing her sensuality back to its former peak. But then, Betty could never cool down any more, not with Ira around. His presence sent her from one sexual peak to another with one mind-blowing orgasm after another. The weightier it was, the greater the pressure, the harder the thrusting, the more she wanted. And Ira was always there to give it to her.
She felt his fingers rubbing her hairy mound, then moving up from her frizzled crotch over her flat stomach, once again lingering on the brown, nutlike berries of her nipples. Then his fingers moved higher, tickling the sides of her neck and her shoulders.
Gripping her shoulders, he pulled her down, rolled her over and once again threw her calves over his own shoulders. He jammed his palms under her ass and raised her asscheeks, tugging his solid cock out of her cunt, and suddenly pressing it against her puckered anal orifice.
"Oh come on," she teased. "Not there, not now. You can't be serious about wanting to put it in there after that overpowering orgasm I just had."
"You forget," he told her. "I still haven't shot my own load."
"Bastard!" she murmured lovingly as he pressed the heavy knob of his throbbing cock against her rectal rectos, and began pushing.
"Unnnnnnnhhhhh!" she grunted, feeling the weighty pressure of his pulsing putz. "You assfucking cuntlapper. I should have ... arrrrggghhhhhhh ... " this last as the bulb of his penis began penetrating the tight ring of her sphincter. She squeezed, fighting him, trying to force him out, not because she didn't want him in there, but because they both enjoyed it more when he had to force it in. Betty's was an exceptionally wide asshole. Even the first time he had entered it (and he had been the first man to do that much), she had found no difficulty in taking him in. Other women supposedly screamed and yelled when their rectal tunnels were forced open. Not Betty. Perhaps it was because she loved him so much. In any case, she felt his mighty phallic plunger slide slowly into her rectum, filling it as he shoved two fingers into the tightness of her twat and rubbed his thumb against her clitoris.
He was aiming for the triple orgasm. As far as she knew, she was the only woman to achieve three separate culminations, all at the same time. And the clash of the three in her body set her off thrashing wildly. But not yet, not yet. He had to build her up to that point, first.
Her muscles totally relaxed as his fingers slid into her seething pussy, still stabbing all the way up and in her ass with his lancing flesh-spear. Her arms went around his neck, pulling his head down so she could cover his face and his lips with hot, wet kisses. The pressure of his penal tip almost reaming its way into her colon made Betty think she would burst at any moment. But once his vibrating prong was all the way in, she felt him pick up speed and start to fuck wildly and madly into her tight asshole.
Her fingernails sank into his shoulders, cutting little half moons there as she sighed and moaned. Her asshole clutched the plugging probe, squeezing it as tightly as possible, trying to squeeze the white seed from it. He was so expert at bringing her off, once her climaxes started, she became a regular orgasmic exploder as long as he continued doing things. And now she was about to reach yet another crises. It had almost quietly crawled up on her as she was unaware, thinking only of the pleasure she was receiving. It was the first of three that finally did hit all at once. It was a rectal orgasm, and the feeling built solely in her asshole at first, suddenly blossoming out and blasting into the rest of her body with some kind of cosmic force.
"Aiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh!" she yelled, thrusting her ass higher and higher, riding her sopping cunt madly along the rails of his two fingers as they sloshed in and out. All the while the tip of his thumb rubbed her shivering clitoris, and before the first orgasm, the anal one had even reached its peak, her clitoral climax exploded, and she exclaimed, "liiiiirrrrraaaaagghhhhh!"
The anal orgasm had hit its summit, and her clitoral climax was first building up a full head of steam when his reaming fingers gave her another vaginal come.
"Wwaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhh!" she all but garbled as saliva filled her throat, making loud outcries all but impossible.
Thrill after thrill ran wildly rampant through Betty's bouncing body, leaving in their wake the desire for more, more, and more. It was an overwhelming wish she would never see end. The more of him she had inside her, the more of him she wanted.
His fingers came out of her cunt as his thick cock continued riding madly through her anal tube, his hand still holding the soft globes of her ass to keep her balanced. He was a man sure of himself, and sure of what he was doing. And this made Betty all the more thrilled. Knowing his own limitations, he was carefully pacing himself, though she had to admit his so-called limitations were far in excess of what others possessed.
A second anal orgasm was building. This one was not as powerful as the others, and when it hit it would be like feeling a mild static shock, compared to the bolts of lightning the others had seemed to be. Even so, Betty humped her ass up and down all the faster, wanting as much pleasure as she could feel. Whether a lot or a little, she wanted it all.
Mad ripples of gasping excitement radiated from the pressure of his throbbing cock filling her asshole. It was almost as if her entire inner body was totally hollow, completely filled up with a fat five foot four inch cock. All her senses were totally and thoroughly encompassed by the waves of heavy thrills emanating from the pressure of his phallic prod.
"Ayyyyyaaaaaaaagggggghhh!" she screamed as yet another orgasm swept through her with the wind velocity of a tornado. Thrills seemed to burst from every one of her pores. Completely insatiable, she slammed her bouncing ass up to meet the pressure of his thrusting cock, using her thighs on his shoulders for leverage. Her mouth hung slackly open, and colorless ointment was oozing from her vaginal slot, inundating his pubic hairs. He rammed into her with relentless power, throwing all his weight against the fatty cushions of her full asscheeks.
Betty felt her rectum assaulted again and again by his mad, wild plunges, and loved every last bit of it. His thrusting cock made her entire body vibrate madly all over. Her nails tore into his flesh again and again, excavating red lines on his thighs and making deep punctures in his own ass. Her head thrashed wildly from side to side, her short hair whipping one way and then another.
There was one more orgasm building inside her, but she knew this one was going to hit at just about the same time he came off. She could feel the way his thick prong was swelling in her anal tunnel, stretching her ass madly. His heavy balls, which had been slamming against her ass no longer touched her. The scrotum sac had drawn up tightly in his groin, putting pressure on the two testicles, making them rub together. Betty made a mental bet with herself as to which of his two balls would eject sperm, first. Not that it mattered. There was no way she would ever be able to find out. Still, it excited her all the more to think of the two testicles rubbing against each other in the tight skin sac, racing to see which would eventually be the first to release the little tadpole like sperm cells, first.
She felt his fingers trying to tear into the mattress on either side of her body as he clenched his fists. He was finally going to come. He was going to unleash the spunky contents of his balls into the questing temple of her womanhood.
The vibrations of his thrusting penis increased in the center of her ass. Her rectum tightened, as did the lips of her soggy pussy, and then the towering inferno of all orgasms completely overwhelmed her as she screamed, a "Gaaaaarr-rrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaannnnggggghhhhhhhh!" and bucked her ass madly against his thighs.
"Ahhhhhhaaaaaarrrrrraawwwaagghhh!" his own baritone voice yelled, and the contents of Ira's plunging cock came spewing out into the tightness of her squeezing ass. His heated sperm seemed to send withering blasts into the center of her own anal orgasm, adding to it, making her believe she had nothing else in life to do other than, come, come again, and come again.
The heavy balls salvoed one more time, emptying their last and best shot into the creaming depths of Betty's tight, twitching ass. Still he continued pounding into her, maintaining his erection a little while longer. Finally his flesh hose began shrinking, and before it could fall out by itself, he slowly eased it out of her. He wanted to leave her with the memory of a hard cock in her ass, and not a flagging caterpillar.
He lay down beside her, his hands slowly wandering over her breasts, his lips still kissing hers, and Betty felt as wonderfully secure as a woman could hope to feel.
This time it had been her ass. Another time he would fill her cunt, and yet another time he would flood her throat with his gism. And she would welcome it, no matter what hole he filled. The fact that it was his made her love it all the more.
CHAPTER TWO
Shocked and horrified, Susan and Davey slowly climbed down off the chairs. They had watched the entire thing.
What an evil woman. She had totally corrupted their wonderful father, drawing him into sinful ways of carnal lust and sin. She had degraded him, bringing him down to the level of the animals.
True, their real mother hadn't been much fun. She seemed to go overboard, even as far as her children were concerned when it came to religion, but she had taught them well as far as sex was concerned. This was something Susan knew she could never condone. The marriage between her father and this evil woman had to be broken up. He had to be brought back to the paths of righteousness again.
Silently, she and Davey carried the chairs back to the kitchen.
"Al Lasten was right," Davey whispered in a horrified voice.
"No," Susan insisted. "His evil ideas are wrong. And we must convince daddy of the error of his ways. He must be made to see the light."
"It's gonna take a lotta convincing," Davey insisted. "Heck, daddy sure looked like he was enjoying himself."
"She must have him under some kind of spell," Susan insisted. "Otherwise daddy would never do such a thing."
"How can you be so sure?" Davey wanted to know.
"Davey, you saw daddy put his face between Betty's thighs. Now tell me, would you put your face between my thighs?"
"Heck, I never thought about it."
"Davey, I urinate from there. Would you want to lick over there?"
"Gosh, I guess not."
"So you see, daddy is under some kind of spell."
"Maybe, but don't forget, she was suckin' on his thing, too. Maybe they were both hypnotized."
"She's evil. This means she likes doing things like that Didn't you see the way she used her tongue on daddy's behind? And she made him do the same thing to her. She's a vile, terrible woman."
"Ah, come on, Susan. She's always nice to us. She doesn't try telling us what to do. She takes us to church on Sunday, even though daddy won't go near the place. If she was evil, she would never be able to get into the church."
"The devil works in mysterious ways, Davey."
"Now you're starting to sound like ma. Don't forget, we stayed with pa so we could get away from ma and all her crazy spouting."
"Still, I'll bet ma could tell us what to do."
"Are you kidding? Ma thinks pa's too far gone for redemption. If we ever told her what he was doing, she'd only laugh and say he was getting what was coming to him for hangin' around with such a Jezebel."
"Still, I wish there was something we could do."
"Well when you got it figured out, you tell me," Davey said, and walked away.
Susan felt so terribly alone. Not only that, but she had funny feelings inside her. Watching what her father and stepmother had done had awakened new sensations in the girl. As far as she was concerned these were evil sensations. But she was certain she had enough intestinal fortitude to fight these feelings. She must never allow herself to surrender to the sins of flesh.
Going outside, she started walking the length of the block. She needed some air.
She had to see her mother. There were no two ways about it. She was certain her mother would be able to explain just why what she saw was evil.
Her mother lived on the other side of town, now. The circulating rumors claimed she had met her present husband, Ezekiel Stokes, while she had still been married to Susan's father. It was because she'd had so much in common with the man that she'd eventually consented to divorcing Ira Frank.
Susan had not seen her mother since that day in court, when she and Davey announced they preferred living with their father. She had never seen the man her mother had married, after, nor had she had any kind of contact with her mother. There was no doubt the woman was bitter at having been abandoned by her children.
Going to the corner, Susan found a phone booth. Inside was a local directory, and she looked up the address .of Ezekiel Stokes. The only Ezekiel Stokes listed was the Reverend Ezekiel Stokes, and he lived on Conestoga Avenue. That was the Black part of town. Susan wondered why her mother and her stepfather want to live there.
Susan took a bus to the other side of town. Once there, she became apprehensive and frightened. The streets were dingier than where she lived. Not that the people didn't try to keep things clean. But the houses were thirty years older than the houses in her own neighborhood. Many of them were in disrepair because the people simply couldn't afford to make necessary repairs.
By the time she reached Conestoga Avenue, she began to feel better. Her town had never had any kind of a reputation for violence. There was no reason to be afraid just because she was a white girl in the heart of black territory.
She found the house where her mother now lived. A worn path led around to the rear, and she followed it. The front windows were all boarded up, anyway.
Voices were coming from an open window at the rear of the house. Peering in, Susan saw she was staring into a living room. Four Black men were sitting around, and standing in the center of the room was her mother.
"Abigail," the largest of the Negro men said. "Are you prepared for your weekly purification rite?"
"Yes, Ezekiel, yes," she whispered fervently, her eyes closed.
"You understand that what is being done is being done in the name of good. You must do everything I say."
Ezekiel? Her mother had married a Negro? And he was a religious fanatic in addition to everything else. But what kind of religion did he practice? But then her mother certainly wouldn't have married anyone other than one of her own religion.
"Undress!" the booming voice of Ezekiel Stokes insisted.
He was a tall man with broad shoulders. But aside from an icon he wore, there was nothing about him to denote his being a reverend. He had on a tee shirt and Levi's, as did the other three men sitting around.
Susan was stunned by his order that his wife, her own mother, undress, and in front of the other men, too. She stared, holding her breath as her mother removed her white blouse, letting it fall to the floor. Then she unhooked her dark skirt and stepped out if it. A few moments later she had discarded all her underclothing, as well. She stood totally naked in front of the four black men.
Susan noticed Stokes carried a silken cord with a knot at the end, and he used it now to touch her mother's midriff. It took a lot of willpower on Susan's part not to scream. She jammed her knuckles into her mouth, watching as her mother stood there proudly, saying, "Yes, my husband. Yes, scourge me. Whip me, and drive the beast from my body," But all the whip did was tease.
All four men were staring hungrily at her, and Susan wondered why they were permitted to watch this debasement of her mother. She could see the tight pants of each man bulging at the crotch. And her mother's long brown hair cascaded down her white back like a dark waterfall as she stood there, glorying in the tantalizing her husband was applying. She acted as if he were whipping her.
"Kneel!" Stokes ordered, and his White wife complied.
Susan watched as her mother's closed eyes refused to see anything. She bent forward, raising her buttocks high in the air, shuddering in anticipation of the blows her husband could be dealing her. Susan could see her mother's smooth, untouched buttocks.
Her mother had been receiving this kind of treatment for some time. Not only that, but from the rapt expression her mother wore, it was obvious the woman was enjoying it.
Ezekiel Stokes slowly drew the silken strand across his wife's up thrust posterior, almost as if caressing it with his flail. Abigail felt the silken cord slide across her rear like a gliding snake, and she shivered. Then it slid back the other way, teasing her, making her gasp. It began sliding back again, a little faster this time, and then it was moving back and forth across her buttocks like a strop honing a razor. And then, when the titillation became too much for her, she suddenly imagined the silken cord bit into both cheeks at once as her husband drew it lightly over her ass. The silken, knotted strand rubbed excitingly into her glutei cheeks. It began moving back and forth across her cheeks, something tickling two at once, sometimes teasing only the right cheek, sometimes kissing only the left cheek. SNICK! SNICK! SNICK! WHEET! WHEET! WHEET! The lash accelerated its journey, vexing her again and again, yet making no marks in any way on her tender white bottom.
Abigail shivered with each touch. When her buttocks tightened, bracing for the hard whip, she suddenly felt the silk slide delicately across.
Then, when her body was loose and she no longer expected a chastising blow, the whip came down with a light THWACK! Her head hung limply forward now, with her long brown hair falling over her eyes. Her back was shining with a sheen of perspiration as something was happening between her thighs, building as the punishment continued.
"We're driving the devil out of you between your cuntlips," Ezekiel Stokes intoned.
"Yes, yes, yes," Abigail screamed, anticipating the unfelt stings in addition to the soft strokes, and the suspense of not knowing what kind of blow would fall made her watering cunt itch with excitement.
Stokes continued his methodical teasing, staring at her buttocks. He had come to know those white buttocks quite well. With the passing of time he had come to understand every movement of them. Soon she would be ready for the next step.
Susan stared into the shining eyes of the black man and realized there was no hate in him. At least it wasn't any type of racial hate. Whatever he did, he did because he believed it needed doing. Though his religion might be the same as her own and that of her mother, his methods of practicing it were different. Even so, Susan felt he had no right to chastise. She, herself, would not have accepted it. Yet her mother was glorying in it.
Abigail's back was aglow, shining with perspiration. Anguish seeped into her flesh, all the way down. The quivering, gelatinous flesh though untouched, seemed hurt. And her smooth white skin was trembling. The delicate trailing of the silken cord across her flesh seemed to burn now. Her ass had become an unreal trembling mass of thorough and continuous agony and degradation. The evil was being forced out of her, or so she believed.
Abigail's face under the strands of hair covering it had become a twitching agony. When she opened them, through a red mist she could barely see anything because of her hair in the way.
As Susan stared, aghast, she saw Ezekiel Stokes motion to the other three men to undress. What new degradation did he have in mind?
He pushed his foot into the side of his wife's ass, and she toppled over on the floor, onto her side. Abigail stared up at her husband's towering black physique as he, too, stripped. His mighty cock stuck out like a gigantic flagpole, and with the large pink knob on the end, it resembled a flagpole.
Susan was amazed at the sight of the phallus. It dwarfed her father's. No human pussy could hold the full length of that immense log.
Abigail stared at the erection, too. Where she had disdained the evil phallus of her first husband, she worshiped the huge dick attached to this man, her second husband. He didn't use his penis evilly, as her first husband had done. Each time he probed into her with any part of it, he cleansed her body and soul of the evils seeping into her.
Reaching down, Stokes entwined his fingers in his wife's hair and tugged her erect. His throbbing penis smacked her face and she kissed it on both sides. Finally she opened her mouth and took the immense bowsprit between her lips, sucking softly on the ebony meat. Stokes gently began pushing more and more of his great prod into her mouth. It seemed to swell as it went in, filling her cheeks, making them puff out. The glans of his phallic extension was the size and thickness of a Baldwin apple. Its rich, gamey taste made Abigail's mouth salivate with the need for more of it. Her sputum drooled all over the mighty penal wand as if it were some kind of rare steak.
Susan saw one of the other men move behind her mother and press his hand into her pouting pussy.
Abigail felt her rosy pussylips being spread wide apart as a finger pressed the hard, throbbing nubbing of her aching clitoris.
"Mmmmmoooommmphhhh ... " Abigail muttered, letting the hand in her pussy know she wanted more. This was her punishment for even daring to feel any kind of lust inside her. She had to be reamed out by all these phalluses, until her vaginal chamber was so sore she would have paid for her lustful cravings. Ira, her first husband, had contributed to these wicked licentious cravings by making her want more for the sake of enjoying it. Ezekiel, her present husband, understood all. When he pushed his heavy cock into her mouth, her cunt, or her ass, it was to punish her and push the evil cravings out. As the big Black finger pushed into her tight pussy, she writhed her cunt around and around. Frantically she pushed her head lower on her husband's thrusting cock, nibbling at the huge prick with her teeth while she licked it with her tongue. She had to coax that orgasm out of him and fill her mouth with his gism.
She heard Stokes moan and then shove more of his throbbing meat into her mouth, feeling the bulbous head now press into her throat, widely opening her esophagus. It made her gag and choke. Good! The more he shoved into her throat, the more it hurt her, the more she would pay for the evil invading her body. It filled her mouth and gullet, pressing against her pharynx, cutting off all air. She had to breathe through her nose, inhaling frantically, smelling the musky scent of her husband's pelvis. Her head frenetically turned and twisted as it fitted the full length of hard cock all the way down her throat.
Susan watched as Stokes jammed his groin closer to his wife's face, grinding his prong all the way in, then tugging it all the way back. How could her mother bear to do such things?
Abigail felt the heavy flesh plunging ever deeper, clogging her gullet completely, blocking off all air from her larynx, and only the strongest kind of self-control kept her from retching. Had she vomited, she might have strangled to death on her own upchuck, what with the way Stokes's throbbing mass of meat so totally plugged her throat. Her eyes were glued to the wiry hairs on his dark pubis as they moved toward her, then away, toward her, then away. Each time the hairs approached her, she felt another thrust of his weighty log as it eased itself into the tight, clutching depths of her narrow esophagus.
"Woman!" Stokes yelled. "Prepare for thy first libation. Remember, thou must swallow all. There shall be no tell-tale drops of white. Suffer not to permit a single drop to escape."
Her hands reached out and gripped his asscheeks, pulling him close to her as she began bobbing her head back and forth vigorously, anxious to feel the cleansing drops of her husband's semen pulse down her throat. And then she heard him call out, "Lord! The woman repents. Save herrrrrrrr ... aaaaaaaagggggghh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... "
His thick hunk of black hose began spurting its white, burning liquid semen as it jammed itself as far into "her throat as it could go. It swelled, pulsated, throbbed, and fired load after load all the way down her gullet straight into her quivering belly. He jammed his meat so far down her throat, she found breathing totally impossible and was ready to pass out. And then the mighty spear retreated from inside her throat.
Falling back, she gasped and wheezed, trying to breathe. When she saw a drop of white form on the shrinking head of her husband's dark prong, she instantly leaned forward and licked it off.
Her asscheeks trembled as the hand clutching her pink pussylips released them and pulled away. Lubrication began pouring out from between her thighs in heavy gouts. She clawed at the air, seeking some kind of fulfillment, forgetting for a moment she was there to be cleansed.
And then the silken quirt like whip teased her creamy buttocks, reminding her, her own satisfaction was not to be attained. To do so would mean she had capitulated to the Devil.
"More!" she begged. "Hit me again, hit me harder. I am evil. I need to be cleansed." In her mind she had been beaten.
Her buttocks were still up in the air, and Stokes motioned to one of the "brothers" to proceed. The black man moved around to her rear and guided his dry cock to the squeezing, puckered orifice of her rectum. The solid, rounded knob seemed to strain itself against the squeezing sphincter of Abigail's ass. This was also a thick cock, though not nearly as thick as that of Ezekiel Stokes. Now it was her ass about to be plundered. The hard cock slowly pushed, forcing the sphinctral ring to finally open. Then, little by little it wedged its way into her anal passageway. Her ass seemed to protest the prodding intrusion, and Abigail felt the walls of her hot rectum stretch the way her fiery cunt had each time Stokes stroked his masterful prong into it.
The man ramming his hard prick into her rectum seemed to be enjoying himself. The more his prong pushed, the more her ass-channel resisted. The woman squirmed in delighted agony, thrilling to the plundering penis as it thrust its way deeper. Her inner membranes were dry, and the pressure of the in thrusting penis tore her tissues, slightly. Blood seeped into her ass-channel, lubricating it, making it slightly easier for the ebony plunger to sink farther in.
"Now sit up," Stokes commanded, once he was sure the other Black's throbbing penis was buried to the hilt in his wife's ass. "Press Daryl's cock between your white tits."
"Yes, yes," the woman nodded, slowly sitting back in spite of the cock filling her ass. She felt the longest penis of the group press itself against her chest. It was also the thickest, making that of Ezekiel Stokes look like a matchstick. It looked as if it had been made to be used on elephants.
Her hands pressed her full white globes with the pink centers against the pulsating penis. The contrast between her white breasts and the black prong locked between them was starkly evident. And the hard thrusting of its black head against her chest was painful, though not nearly as painful as the lancing black prick continually throbbing back and forth in her aching ass. Her anal walls continually contracted against the in pushing cock, keeping the rasping pressure rubbing its way through her ass again and again. Her wet pelvis shuddered back and forth as her husband reached down and began pinching her clitoris. He squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger, applying so much pressure she was certain he would pinch it off. He did this every week, and every week the pull was so intense she was sure he would castrate her clitoris from the rest of her body. If such a thing happened, it would be because God thought her unworthy of retaining that ultra-sensitive portion of her body. She didn't deserve even this goodness from her new husband. But it never happened, and never would.
The plunging penis between her breasts kept slamming into her ribcage, and she was certain he would one day stab right through to her heart. Had Ira Frank, her first husband tried something like this, she was certain it would have been for lewd, unspeakable reasons. There was no goodness in that man. But Ezekiel and his deacons were all doing their best to see to it she ended up in Heaven. Each week they purified her. It was a Sunday ritual, and it made her soul free to be purged this way.
"I'm gonna ... uhhhh ... come," Daryl gasped. "Oh Lord! I'm gonna shoot a cockful of hot gism."
"Into her face," Ezekiel Stokes intoned. "Every last drop of your fluid must go into my wife's face. And Abigail, you are to refrain from licking at it with your tongue. You must use your hands to wash the liquid all over your face and throat."
"Yes dear," Abigail intoned. "Yes, of course. I'll do whatever is right."
"You're a good woman, Abigail," Ezekiel told her. 'The Lord looks down on you with delight, knowing you suffer abasement for the sake of goodness."
"Yeeeeeeeaaaaaah man!" Daryl bellowed, and suddenly screamed, "Eyahhhhhooooooooo!" and began blasting his wad up into Abigail's face. Shot after shot of white spunk hit her cheeks, her eyebrows, her nose and her lips. But not one drop penetrated those lips. With her hands she rubbed the sperm into her face and throat, smearing it into her pores. And when Daryl's meat finished shooting, he pressed the tip against her cheek, smearing off the last couple of drops.
Still rubbing the spunk into her face, Abigail fell forward, letting the heavy cock in her ass penetrate even more deeply. Her buttocks rotated madly, as Abigail began to feel her nerve-endings within being titillated. And then the man called out a "Here I go, brothers ... " and yelped a "Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhh mannnnnn!"
Suddenly his burning hot sperm was flushing its way through her anal corridor up into her colon. The hot seed washed through her body splashing itself all over her inner walls.
"Present your asses to my wife, brothers," Stokes insisted.
The three men kneeled in front of Abigail, facing away from her, letting their buttocks wave in the air.
"Lick them all," Stokes insisted. "This is to be the final tribulation before Brother Gregory plunges his righteous staff into your venerial den of iniquity."
And so Abigail went over to each of the black asses in turn and proceeded to let her tongue lick up and down through the rectal creases. And when she was finished, she fell supine on the floor, parting her white thighs, waiting for the initial thrust of the final man.
Susan could watch no more, she tore herself away from the window and began running up the pathway to the street. Once there, she kept on running until she was in the middle of town. There, she grabbed a bus heading toward her home.
How horrible. How absolutely horrible. To think, her mother, who used to preach against sex, was now punishing herself by gourmandizing her tender flesh with the bodies of so many men at once in the name of purification. In Susan's eyes her mother was committing greater evil now than she had claimed Susan's father had committed when he insisted on fucking her for enjoyment.
At least Ira Frank received pleasure from what he did. Susan realized it might not have been the righteous thing to do, but it was less evil than doing the same thing for punishment.
It was plain her mother had no answers for her. How could she when she was performing worse evils. As far as Susan was concerned, there was no salvation for her mother, now.
Yet, through it all, Susan did understand one thing. It was possible to use one's own body in a purification rite. The question, of course, was how? How did one use one's body to cleanse other bodies? Surely not the way her mother's body was used. If there was pleasure in using the body evilly, then the only way to wean one away from evil was to fight that evil by offering her own body with greater pleasure, but if that was the case, perhaps Betty was not using her body for evil purposes after all. Betty was married to her father. She was giving her body freely to her father to use as he saw fit. Perhaps this was what her father was meant to have because of the stubbornness of Abigail, his first wife.
No! No! Somehow it just couldn't all be right. Father was enjoying his sexual relationship with Betty. According to Susan's mother, that was all wrong. Sex was not to be enjoyed, but suffered, until all the children were conceived. Then it no longer need be practiced. But her mother, who did not intend having any more children was enjoying herself through suffering. Enjoyment either way was probably a sin. And sex was used both ways. This was a problem Susan had to ponder. The solution was there. All she had to do was look for it.
CHAPTER THREE
"Sexual relationships are things that must be carefully studied," the Reverend Michael Trashman explained.
The reverend was a short man, about five feet six or seven inches tall, with crooked teeth, a short, slightly twisted nose, and curly brown hair he almost never kept combed. Luckily it was cut short so most people didn't really notice.
"But is sex the evil my mother insisted?" Susan asked, sitting in the, reverend's study with her hands folded in her lap.
"Sex is what you want it to be," the reverend explained, "If you wish to think of it as evil then no matter what anyone else says, it's evil. If you wish to think of it as good, then no matter how many other people deplore it, it's good. Sex is what you make of it."
"It should only be performed for the making of babies, my mother said," Susan insisted.
"In animals lower than man, this is so," the reverend nodded. "In man, this is apparently not so. Else, why did God give man a year-round urge? All other animals have a mating season. Man, being infinitely superior to animals, has the ability to think, and therefore to reason when sex is good or not."
"Well then, it should be limited to only two people shouldn't it?" Susan asked.
"To two people at any one time," the reverend corrected. "But not necessarily the same two people. For instance, I have never married because to do so might make a single woman miserable. I keep myself single and available to all other women, married or single. I have solved many a woman's problem."
"Are you saying you have willingly fornicated with other women, many of whom are married?" Susan asked.
"Allow me to explain," the Reverend Trashman said, standing and walking across the room to a cabinet near a window. "In here I keep complete records on all my parishioners. Those like yourself and your brother have no more than a page folder, but your mother had a very large file in here until she left this church."
"Are you saying you fornicated with my mother?"
"Good Heavens, no! She had problems enough with your father. There was nothing I could do for her in a sexual way. But we used to talk a lot, and I attempted to explain to her, as I am explaining to you, that Ira Frank is a good man. Frank never fooled around with women on the outside, in spite of your mother's frigidity toward him. The wife he has now, Betty, is infinitely better suited to a man like himself. He has needs, and these needs must be assuaged. Your mother, in her zeal, refused to see this. She denied your father his marital rights, and therefore, in her own way, was the cause of the downfall of the marriage."
"But what about what you were saying before, about you and other women?" Susan wanted to know.
"What I'm telling you now is as confidential on your part as anything you might tell me is on mine. Is this understood?"
"Of course, Reverend Trashman."
Opening one of the file drawers, Trashman pulled out a series of thick folders, closed the drawer, and carried them over to his desk.
"Do you remember Miss Pearl Beremba?" Trashman asked.
"You mean the spinster who lives three blocks away from me?" Susan queried.
"Correct," Trashman nodded. "Do you remember all the telephone calls she used to put to the police, making life miserable for all the teenagers on the block who used to play football in the gutter in front of her home?"
"Do I! She was swearing out complaints against a third of the kids in my class."
"Miss Beremba was a very frustrated woman. As you know, she is not exactly a prize winner in a beauty contest."
"No," Susan nodded. "In reality, she's on the ugly side."
"Precisely. No man had ever touched her. No man had ever smiled at her. No man had ever complimented her. And no matter what her features looked like, Pearl had feelings as strong as those of any other woman. She needed to be loved."
"And so you ... "
"Not at first," Trashman told her, holding up a finger. "At first I gave her an hour of my time each week for simple companionship. That was another thing she needed. But it was obvious the poor woman needed more. And one afternoon she as much came out and said it. Had I refused her then, I not only would have lost another parishioner, but the consequences might have been much worse. She was already past her menopause and had no ova left in her. I didn't have to worry about there being any telltale signs, so to speak. But she had her pride. I couldn't merely let her know I was willing. So I wooed her, then made physical love to her. And believe me, that first time was difficult. She had her hymen intact, and being so old, it was difficult to penetrate. But in spite of any initial pain, she loved it. I service her regularly, once a week, on Wednesday at one o'clock, in her home."
"But it sounds so wrong ... so evil," Susan insisted.
"Was it more evil to do what I did, or to leave the woman alone and read about her killing herself one day?" Trashman asked. "Susan, I never force myself on any woman. Yet there comes a time when I have to give my body to protect someone."
"That's just one case," Susan pointed out. "You've justified doing what you did with Miss Beremba, but how can you justify all the others?"
"Perhaps in your eyes I might not be able to do so. The important thing is, I've justified myself in the eyes of each of the individual women with whom I copulate, and I justify myself in my own eyes. I feel I have done no evil."
"What about the married women you talk about?" Susan asked, craning her neck to try to get a glimpse of some of the other names.
"Feel free to examine the files," Trashman told her. "I have confidence you will divulge this to no one."
Susan got up, walked over to the desk, and shuffled the files. She recognized the name of a neighbor, Mrs. Joan Rugen.
"What about Mrs. Rugen?" Susan asked.
"Joan Rugen's husband is a nice, mild-mannered man," the Reverend agreed. But he has what is known as premature ejaculation problems. He always climaxes long before his wife can enjoy herself, leaving the poor woman terribly frustrated. She was ready to enter an institution, on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Had I not made love to her, not only would she be locked away today, but the cost to Tom Rugen would be staggering."
"And what about Mrs. Lasten?" Susan asked, referring to the mother of obnoxious Al Lasten, whose folder she saw on the desk, as well.
"Mrs. Lasten is as widow. When her husband was alive she had a most enjoyable sexual relationship with him. But when he died she became terribly frustrated. She was ready to go to another town and peddle her body on the street corners. Aside from the possible venereal diseases she might have picked up, she ran the risk of going to jail. Could I allow something like that to happen, leaving her son completely homeless?"
"I suppose not," Susan reluctantly admitted.
"Remember, Susan, there are times one must use one's body to save the soul of one we love. There's no shame in it. I don't go talking about it to everyone because not everyone will understand. But remember this: there may come a time when you will be called upon to make such a sacrifice. Don't think of it as merely a sacrifice. You are giving love, and therefore are entitled to all the enjoyment and pleasure you can reap from it"
"I don't know ... " Susan shrugged.
"I'm not advocating the complete surrender of your body to any and every male you see. In fact, I'm not suggesting you really become physically involved with anyone, certainly not at your tender age. But it would be best if you were understanding. And remember, love is not a commodity one really finds too openly."
"I'm still confused," Susan told him, heading for the door.
"You're a young girl," Trashman told her. "You've been given much to absorb today. You'll have to think about it, sift it all in your mind, and reach your own conclusions. Don't depend on the ideas and thoughts of others. God gave you a mind. Use it!"
"Tell me, Reverend Trashman, would you make love to me if I asked you to do it?"
"You're much too young to feel frustrated or unloved, Susan. What I have to offer is a substitute for the kind of love other women will either never get, or once had and lost. I hope you will never get to the stage where you have to come to me or someone like me. You're young, vibrant, alive. At this point in time I think it best you make your own way and not think of me as a part of it."
Susan thanked him, and left. She was more confused than ever. Yet of one thing she was certain, and that was, the Reverend Trashman was a good man.
Was Betty really evil, then? Was she enticing her father into a life of evil?
And what about her mother? How could her mother call what her father wanted evil, and yet perform what she felt was even greater evil with her new husband, calling it absolution? Susan was more confused than ever.
CHAPTER FOUR
Betty Frank was worried. She felt she had lost some kind of communication with her two stepchildren. This bothered her, because she wanted to be on good terms with everyone in the household.
It was while Susan was Reverend Trash-man's, and her husband had gone to the corner grocer-open seven days a week-that Betty chanced to hear sounds coming from David's bedroom. She peered in and saw part of David's naked body lying on his bed. The rest was hidden by a high headboard. But what she saw was enough to convince her her stepson was becoming a man. He was jerking on his hard penis, a phallic extension only slightly shorter and thinner than his father's, and he was moaning and groaning as he masturbated.
Quietly easing herself out of the room, she waited until Ira Frank came home, then took him aside and said, "I'd like to talk to you about David."
"Sure," Ira nodded. "What's the problem?"
"Davey is starting to grow up. I saw him masturbating, today."
"Good," Ira nodded. "It's a healthy sign."
"True," Betty agreed. "But it won't be long before he wants to become sexually involved with girls. Heaven only knows what might happen. He has to be taught to take precautions so the girls won't become pregnant. Most important, he has to be made to understand he can bring a girl home and use his own bedroom. We don't want him caught with his pants down behind some bush."
"Just what are you suggesting?" Ira wanted to know.
"I think I should be allowed to show Davey the right way to do things," Betty told him.
"Hey now, I'm the last man in the world to deprive you of something you really want, but we're only married three days. You're already going to give yourself to Davey?"
"Ira, it's because he's your son that I want your permission. Otherwise I would just go ahead and do it. I mean, you know this has nothing to do with us and how we feel about one another."
"I know," Ira Frank nodded.
"Let's be a real family in the true sense of the word. We both know love is very important. And there is no reason why I shouldn't give both, you and Davey, every conceivable kind of love I'm capable of giving. Whatever love I give to Davey will not be taking any away from you."
"I realize that, honey," Ira answered, smiling. "Who knows? In time we may be able to make love to you jointly."
"I think that would be a wonderful idea. I'm glad I waited for you, Ira. No other man would be as understanding."
"It's easy to be understanding with a woman like you," he said warmly, and Betty knew he meant it. "If you feel Davey is ready for the facts of life, you go ahead and teach them to him. Just keep that sweet little hole ready for me, after."
"All of me is ready for you any time you want me," she assured him, and he felt the sincerity of her remark warm him.
"When will you proceed?"
"Tomorrow. It's Susan's late day. Davey will be home from school a good hour and a half before her."
"Fine. The two of you will have the house to yourselves, then."
The following day, at two thirty, Davey came home from his last class in the eighth grade and dropped his books on the hall table near the front door.
"Hi," Betty said. She was wearing a simple blue dress clinging tightly to her ample figure. If Davey was growing up as fast as she believed, she knew he would be affected by it.
"Oh, hi Betty," he said, smiling a little. But Betty recognized the way he had forced the smile.
"Come on into the kitchen for some milk and a piece of pie."
"I'm not hungry," he whispered, and she saw him redden as the bulge in his groin became evident.
"Something is bothering you, Davey," she said. "Suppose you and I go upstairs and talk about it."
"Upstairs?"
"In your bedroom. It's clean. I made the bed. Or would you prefer my bedroom."
"Gee, I dunno. I mean ... "
"Come on," she urged, putting an arm around his shoulders. Tm not so terrible. You can talk to me."
She guided him up the stairs and into his bedroom, shutting the door as she said, "We want to talk privately, without being interrupted."
There was a tremor in her voice which hinted at her own nervousness, but Davey was too shaken up to notice.
She had reached over his shoulder to shut the door, and now her arm came down on his. A sudden jolt of electricity buzzed through her body as she found herself swaying on her feet.
"Hey Betty, be careful," Davey whispered, reaching out and grabbing her by the waist.
He guided her toward the bed, but before either could sit, Betty brought her lips level with those of Davey and lightly kissed him. The pent-up passion in the boy suddenly released itself. He pushed his mouth against hers fiercely, flattening her aching, swollen breasts against his own chest. One of his hands reached down as if of its own free will, and pressed against her asscheeks, hard, pushing her crotch into his cock. He jammed his tongue between her gasping lips, stroking it smoothly and deftly against hers, as if he'd done such things all his life. The hot wet caress of tongue on tongue made both shiver violently before Davey broke the kiss and tried pulling away.
"Don't go," she whispered almost harshly, holding him to her. "Stay with me, Davey."
"I can't," he muttered. "It's wrong, Betty. You belong to my dad."
"I don't belong to anyone," she responded. "Your dad and I love one another. But neither of us owns the other."
"But what we're thinking is evil," he shuddered.
"I'm glad you said we're thinking it, Davey. It means you're thinking it, too. And no, it isn't evil, because evil has to do with the hurting of people and things, and what you and I want to do has nothing to do with hurting. You know that, don't you?"
"I guess. Still, my mom always used to talk about how wicked it was to do things like this unless one wanted to make babies. And I know you can't make any babies."
"Davey," Betty whispered, cupping his face in both hands. "All I know is I have a very strong feeling for you. And I'm sure you have just as strong a feeling for me. The real evil would be in doing nothing. Then we're both hurt."
"Gosh, I dunno ... "
Betty moaned softly and wrapped his body in her arms. He was so slim, still a young boy, but she could feel the pressure of his hardened cock, and remembering what it had looked like the previous late afternoon, she knew there were men with phallic wands not nearly as big. It pressed against the confinement of his pants in an urge to get out. Betty pressed her own groin against it, rolling her body around and around, realizing he was no longer pulling away.
What a wonderful prick, she thought. What an absolutely wonderful prick. Stiff with the solid hardness of youth, avidly pulsating against the softness of my own pubic mound; against the ardent need of my lusting cunt. Yes, there was lust in Betty for the boy. There had to be or she would never have wanted to make love with him. But there was no shame in this lust. It was a healthy, natural animal instinct. Betty recognized it as such. And coupled with the love she felt for him as Ira's son, she knew she wanted him more than ever. Perhaps it was this very youth of his that made him so attractive to her. Not that Ira was in any way old. He had been marvelous. But Davey had youth.
Her hands were caressing him gently, touching one sensitive zone after another as she fell back on the bed, pulling the boy with her. Even before they'd hit, her hands were busy tugging at his belt and yanking down the zipper of his pants. The cool sheets came up and pressed into her back, and caught as she was between the coolness of the sheets and the heat of his body, her own body exulted. She was going to be fucked by this wonderful boy, this son of the man she loved. It thrilled her all the more, knowing she was doing it to properly introduce him to all the wonders of sex. When the time came for him to date girls, he wouldn't fumble like some dumb amateur, but would know what to do, when to do it, and how best to perform. And he would have her to thank for it.
Writhing and rotating her body, she managed to undo her dress and pull it off. By the time he had his undershorts off, she was out of her bra and panties. The heated youthfulness of his solid, slender cock was tightly gripped in her palm, throbbing there in all its anxiety. She caressed the hard penis, letting her fingers rove over the blunted knob, feeling the heavy leakage of oily emission being spurted out of the pinhead-sized hole. His wrinkled balls were still hair-free, and the feathery touch of her fingertips made them fairly leap in their excitement.
"Do you like my breasts?" she asked, feeling his eyes staring at her twin mounds of fleshy delight. They were nice, full orbs, with strong muscles that kept them from sagging.
Betty slowly pulled her stepson's face between the pillows of her breasts, and was rewarded to hear him gasp as her flesh surrounded his face. His anxious mouth, seeking and exploring, covered a nutlike nipple, then pursed themselves around her aureole as his tongue licked wetly and hungrily across the enlarging nubbin. Then he began sucking and pulling with his lips, much as he must have in his infancy, when nursing at a bottle. His mother had insisted on not allowing him to suckle at her tits, afraid his subconscious mind would store away memories for the future.
"Ohhhhh, Davey," she whispered. "Oh sweet Davey. You're a natural lover. There's nothing childish about the way you're doing things. Ahhhhhh, yes that feels so go-o-o-o-d!"
His lips continued their vibrant sucking, orally making love to her enlarged nipple. His hands roved, filling his palms with the flesh of the cheeks of her buttocks, slowly sliding into the indentation between her thighs, touching the crispness of her short pubic hair.
"Gee!" he gasped into the valley between her mountainlike breasts. "I've been dreamin' about touching a cunt for such a long time, now. And when you married dad, I used to lay awake in my bed here, wonderin' what it'd be like to feel your cunt"
"Yes, sweet boy," she murmured, kissing his forehead.
"Well, I feel kinda scared and all ..."
"Press it into the palm of your hand," she insisted, her own body trembling with licentious desire. "Cup it, feel it with your fingers, press against the lips, slide a finger between them and move it up and down. Feel how much I want you, Davey. Let your fingers feel how much my cunt needs you."
"Golly," he breathed. "It feels so slippery and wet, and yet so warm and soft."
Betty writhed her body a little, stroking her hands over his shoulders and down his back as she whispered, "Push your middle finger between my cuntlips, right into the hole there. Yes, yes, that's the ... ahhhhhhhhhhh ... right into my sucking cunt ... ooooooooh ... yessssssss ... feel how hot I am inside. I'm hot for want of you, you sweet, warm, wonderful boy. I know it's tight in there, but try moving your finger around. Feel how soft and slurpy it is in there. Feel it good, Davey, because soon you're going to put this wonderful prick of yours in the same place, and we're both going to take a trip to heaven."
"Gee, I wanna do it," Davey murmured. "I'm kinda scared, that's all. Betty. You'll help me, won't you? You'll help me?"
"Of course," she murmured, exhaling. "Of course, you dear, sweet wonderful boy."
Her hand reached down for his throbbing penis and she clung to it with the tenacity of a leech as she raised one leg over his slender, youthful body and pressed her throbbing vagina right up against his pelvis. Slowly she steered the blunted point of his anxious cock to the entrance of her hungry cunnus. Then she placed the pulsing point into the slick, fiery gash, and then hunched her body forward, rotating her buttocks at the same time.
Thrill chased icy thrill through her body as the rigid cock smoothly worked its way into the sweet resistance of her succulent pussy, slowly pressing up and in until the entire length was sheathed in her belly. Every last little bit of hard cockflesh was buried inside her, and she even felt the swell of his youthful balls as they rested snugly against the leaking lips of her slavering sex. Her asscheeks automatically clenched.
God! It was so good, so good. And what she was doing she was doing with her husband's blessing. There was no fright in her, no fear of jealousy emanating from her spouse. Her husband's wonderful son had his virgin rod totally buried in the seething depths of her squirming quim, and she knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he blasted off. After all, this was his first time.
Pressing her knees into the bed on either side of him to keep her balance, Betty reached down with her palms and squeezed his two asscheeks. Gripping them tightly, she rose a little, then violently slammed her body down against his, driving the velvet glove of her cunt over his steel rod again and again, gyrating and bouncing wildly.
"Y-yes David," she gasped. "Do it. F-fill me f-full of that w-w-onderful cock. Fill me with it again and again ... unnnhhhhhh ... shove that wonderful meat into me until I black out ... "
Davey gripped Betty's ass tightly as she bounced, determined to keep her gaffed on his squirming meat, thrusting uncertainly up into her seething box.
"Is ... uhhhh ... this the ... uhhh ... right way ... " Davey gasped. "Am I doing ... uuhhhhh ... it ... oooooooh ... right?"
"Just perfect," she groaned. "Terrific, David. Don't be ... uhhhh ... afraid. You can't ... ahhhhh ... hurt me you sweet, wonderful ... ohhhhhh ... young fucker ... you ... ram it in very hard, hard, hard ... " And she accentuated each hard by slamming her hips down on the solid body beneath hers, puffing and gasping.
"It's good ... " he told her, breathing heavily, himself.
"Keep doing it ... keep fucking it up into me ... yes ... yes ... yes ... "
"Love you, Betty ... " the boy gasped, saying words she longed to hear.
He increased his strong fucking into her as his saliva got caught in his throat. His fingers all but tore into the soft flesh of her delicate ass as he sledge hammered his hips straight up into her down thrusting vagina. There was no doubt he would be popping his load at any moment now. She hoped he could somehow or other hold it back just a little longer, allowing her to reach her own culmination.
"Just think," she whispered. "We're really all part of one big happy family, now."
"Won't ... uhhh ... my father ... get mad?" Davey wanted to know.
"Your father ... " she gasped, "is one man in a hundred million. He knows my needs and he understands them, just as I ... uhhhhh ... know his ... "
To think, at any moment now she would be taking his virgin wad into her cunt. How wonderful. She had never had a man or a boy's cherry before. Every man who had ever fucked her had been "experienced". Her own cherry had been taken by her uncle many years before. He had visited her while she had been in bed, recovering from a virus. Her parents had gone out for a short while, and before she knew it, his hand was up her twat, tickling her, making her all kinds of promises if she allowed him to stick his thing into her.
But now she was getting her own virgin blast. Soon it would erupt in the hot, slick confines of her gooey cunt. Yes, yes, his first come in a woman, and she was that woman. How thrilling!
"I ... uhhh ... feel it coming, Betty ... " he gasped. "Can't control it any ... uhhhh ... more ... "
"Don't hold it back," she encouraged, bouncing on his pelvis all the faster. "Let that hot load come streaming into me. I can't wait to feel the burning geyser of your hot come fill me up. Come, David, come!"
His nails scratched her asscheeks, they were digging so tightly into them. He rammed his pelvis up against hers with vibrant anxiety, aching to shoot his load into her teeming twat.
Then his body suddenly stiffened and he felt his breath constrict in his throat as his hard cock flexed itself, expanding and swelling way out of proportion to the way it had all the times he'd beat off. And then he released a river of heavy white semen, flooding her tight pussy channel.
Burning, oily cream thundered against the mouth of her uterus. The gush of flaming lava splashed against the shuddering walls of her aching cunt. Betty's body thrilled to the youthful blasts roaring through her, enjoying the knowledge hers was the first cunt he had filled.
"God!" he gasped, and then, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh-hhhhhwwwwwwwwwowwwwwwwwwww!"
"Good?" she asked, still riding his spurting prick, praying it would remain stiff a little longer.
"Fantastic," he all but screamed, his hands still gripping her asscheeks as she continued her ride.
"Don't shrink, yet," she begged. "Please don't shrink, yet. Keep it up there ... uhhhhhhhhhh ... David. I need to come ... I need to come," "I'll ... uhhhh ... try ... " he gasped as she lay on him, pressing her swollen breasts into his youthful face.
She felt him pumping hard, stuffing his weakening phallus into her with stronger thrusts, impaling her inundated, burning hole on the wonder of his probing prick.
Betty reached down and felt for his balls. Her fingers found them and she began delicately squeezing them, feeling the way some of his come juice had slid down his shaft onto the sac. She rubbed the cream into his flesh as his solid cock continued slurping in and out of the tight hole between her sucking labia.
Christ! She had never been this hot before in her life. It was the youth of the boy that was turning her on, so. Not that she could feel less love for her husband, but she was feeling a new, growing love for the youth inside her, her husband's son.
She remembered that first time with her uncle. He must have known something about her she didn't know at the time, such as the fact she came from a long line of very, very hot women on her mother's side. When he had sat on the edge of her bed and pulled the covers back, she felt thrilled rather than ashamed. When he had wordlessly put his hand under her nightie, she had automatically opened her thighs to him. He had pushed the nightie back, then had lowered his face and had started licking her hairless cunt. She could have screamed, but she was aware there was no one else in the house. All the screaming in the world wouldn't have done a bit of good. Besides, she liked the feeling of her uncle's tongue on her cunt. It made her feel stimulated in ways she had never known before.
She had opened her thighs more widely as he changed his position, literally scooping her two asscheeks up in his large hands. Then he had feasted at her cunt the way a hog would eat at a trough, gobbling noisily, yet making her feel so good she barely heard any of his sounds.
He had know when she had come. Her body had spasmed madly, arching itself up, forcing her pubes against his face again and again as she spurted her lubricity into his face. His licking tongue somehow or other managed to gobble in all the wonderful juices she had splashed out of her.
And when she was finished coming, she lay there quietly while her uncle pulled out his throbbing, pulsating cock, and kneeled between her thighs to push it into her. He had been very large, and she had been such a small girl, his cock had really hurt her that first time. And when he'd shot his load into her, she felt it sear her insides. He pulled out of her without giving her any more pleasure, but she had understood from his actions that she could be made to enjoy it, too. And so she had searched over the years to find a man to bring her as much satisfaction from fucking as she had received from her uncle's mouth that one time.
Other men had brought her to climaxes, though none had really cared whether or not she came, as long as they came. And some of the orgasms were every bit as good as the one her uncle had given her with his mouth. But there had always been something missing, something she had seen in his eyes. It was something she had not been able to retrieve even with Ira Frank, though the things she did achieve with him more than made up for that one, missing thing.
But now, as she rode Davey's throbbing, emptying prick up and down, she knew what that thing was. Her uncle's eyes had fairly bulged with delight at shooting his load into her virgin cunt. And now she felt wonderful at having a virgin wad spurting into her pussy. It put a stronger edge on her own approaching climax. If only David could keep his erection a second or two longer.
The wonderful sensations were building inside her, flowering out from the middle of her vagina, spreading through her shaking, pillarly thighs, then right up into the very core of her being. Every stroke of David's shrinking cock still managed to somehow or other touch the roof of her vagina; the upper inside wall where all her nerve-endings lay. Her knees dug more tightly into his sides, writhing madly with every hard thrust, taking his shriveling cock as far up into her yearning chasm as it could go.
"Yessssss ... " she hissed. "Yessssss ... I'm coming, coming, I can feel it building, coming ... oh Goddddddd ... you wonderful boy, I can feel your wiggling cock inside, making me commmmmm ... aaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrraaaaaggghhh!"
His gooey prick was slamming ever-faster into her sopping box as their pelvic bones literally shuddered against one another. He could feel the insides of her thighs rubbing his balls, making him shudder with delight. Her breasts rubbed themselves across his face again and again. Finally he opened his mouth and sucked one right in, biting hard on the nipple, enhancing her orgasm all the more. Her nails tore at his sides.
She peaked madly, insanely, wonderfully, stuffing what was left of his erection into her sopping pussy again and again, slamming her asscheeks heavily against his thighs as vibrant shudders burned their way through her cunt again and again.
It was over too soon as far as she was concerned. Davey had been willing to try one more time, but she knew Susan was due home from school, and the time was not right for Susan to learn about what she had done with Davey.
She toppled over and lay beside him on the bed for a few minutes, overjoyed at having been the first one to have David's young cock in her tight cunt. Odd, but she had fulfilled the one childhood ambition she'd always had, and now she could relax.
CHAPTER FIVE
Davey was in more of a quandary than ever. His sister had been trying to convince him Betty was evil, and now he was certain there was nothing bad about her. Yet he didn't want to hurt Susan's feelings by telling her she was wrong.
Susan, for her part, was still more than a little mixed up. Her mother had told her sex, for reasons other than procreation, was evil. Yet her mother had indulged in sexual rites with four black men, using purification of her soul as an excuse. And now Reverend Trashman told her sex was whatever a person wanted it to be. It could be good, or it could be evil. And fornication was justifiable, according to the reverend, for reasons other than the making of babies. Humans didn't have a season wherein to mate. They could mate all year round. Therefore it followed humans had the right to enjoy sex, provided it was done for love of one another. In that sense, Betty hadn't been evil. Her love for Susan's father was all-encompassing.
But Reverend Trashman had gone one step further. He even advocated copulation of all kinds between unmarried couples, provided some kind of benefit could be reaped there from.
"Hey, Susie-baby, how's it going?"
Susan looked up and stared into the ugly, bespectacled countenance of Al Lasten.
"Go away, Al," she told him, walking a little faster as she headed for home.
"Whassamatter?" Lasten asked, striding beside her. "Don'tcha like me?"
"I heard what you did to Carol Crane."
"Aw come on, Susie. What'd I do?"
"The same thing you did to Mattie Warren. I know all about it. They might not admit it to the police, but they warned the rest of the girls in school to stay away from you."
"Big deal!" Lasten laughed. "All I did was dip the stick a little. I didn't hurt them none. I had rheumatic fever when I was a kid. It made me sterile. So I can't make none of you chicks pregnant."
"And that gives you the right to rape us?" Susan asked.
"Hell, it wasn't really rape. They asked for it. Maybe they didn't come out and ask for it in words, but they asked for it just as sure as if they'd written it down on paper."
"Just how did they ask for it?" Susan wanted to know.
"Like you, they flaunt their asses all over the place. They wiggle their butts whenever I'm near, like givin' me a come-on. And they wear tight bras to make their tits stick out. Not to mention the low cut necklines."
"Well I don't do any of those things," Susan sniffed.
"Naw, you just act uppity, like your pussy is perfumed. I dunno. Maybe it is perfumed. Not only that, but you got that sweet, innocent-lookin' kisser. What you really need is a good fucking."
"But not from you," Susan snapped.
"Yeah, Susie-baby. From me. I'm gonna fuck you one of these days. Not only that, I'm gonna eat that perfumed pussy of yours. And if you really behave nicely, maybe I'll give ya my stick to suck."
"I've heard enough," Susan insisted, and hurriedly turned away, crossing the street and running to her house.
For the next four weeks Susan did her best to avoid Al Lasten at all times. When she saw him anywhere around, she turned and went the other way. And whenever he saw her first, he'd wait until she'd seen him, then he smiled, and beckoned to her with his middle finger, as if letting her know he would one day use that finger on her.
It was on a Monday in the middle of June that she was let out of school one period early and decided to hurry home and finish her homework, that she was really shaken up. Letting herself in by the kitchen door, she put her books on the kitchen table and heard Davey speaking to Betty. Betty was upstairs and Davey was downstairs. He was at the foot of the stairs, walking up, saying, "I found your glasses on the hall table, Betty. I'll bring them right up."
Susan stepped into the hall just in time to see her younger brother climb the stairs. But what she saw she couldn't quite believe. He was naked. He was undressed and he was going to see Betty.
Puzzled, Susan followed her brother, watching as he walked into her bedroom. She saw him close the door, but it didn't snap shut. He had accidentally left it the littlest bit open.
Did she dare peer in and see what was going on? She had already spied on Betty once, and from what the Reverend Trashman had told her, Betty had not been evil. Then she had spied on her mother, who would swear to the heavens she had done nothing wrong. Would it be right to see what was going on between Davey and Betty?
Susan couldn't take the pressure any longer. She had to look for herself and make sure everything was okay. She moved close to the door and peered in through the slight opening. There was Betty, completely naked, just like Davey. Once again, staring at the rich fullness of Betty's body, Susan felt a twinge of jealousy. There were those full, brown-tipped and tilted breasts, the flat stomach, and the black pubic hair that gleamed like varnished ebony.
Betty had put on the glasses Davey had given her so she could see all the better. She was moving toward Davey, who lay on the bed, letting her breasts thrust boldly out while Davey gazed in wide-eyed wonder at her beauty. Susan's brother was now up on his elbows, the rest of his form supinely stretched out on the bed. His quivering penis thrust straight out from between his thighs.
Oh God! Susan thought. My stepmother and my brother, cheating on my father. This is definitely wrong. It has to be evil.
Mother was right, she thought to herself. Fornication for purposes other than procreation is wrong. Look what was happening in my own home. First Betty had seduced her father, and now she was doing things with her brother, cuckolding her wonderful father. How could Betty do such a horrible thing?
Her fingernails tightly gripped the doorframe as she watched Betty approach Davey. Kneeling at the side of the bed, Betty began lightly rubbing and stroking Davey's stomach. Susan saw her brother's throbbing penis bob back and forth and realized how much it resembled that of her father. For a young, thirteen-year-old boy, Davey was really hung.
Immediately she put such a vile thought from her mind. She watched Betty lean down and kiss Davey's stomach, pressing her tits into his thigh as she did so.
Vile, pernicious woman, Susan thought. All you've done since coming here is take your sexual pleasure with the -men of the house. Have you no shame at what you're doing?
Then Betty's fingers reached out and caressed the solid shaft.
"That's a very exciting cock you have there," Betty told him. "Lord! Who would think a boy of your size could spout such a marvelous tool. I adore it almost as much as I do your father's. His will always be first in my heart, but you know that."
"It's not your heart where I want my penis to enter," Davey said, smiling.
"You're a very witty boy," Betty laughed. "My, my, look at the way that wet, sticky stuff that just oozes from your darling penis. It makes the head all shiny and new-looking. Tell me, Davey, do you find me exciting?"
"Sure," David gulped. "You betcha, you're terrific,"
"You only say that because I'm the first woman you've ever seen naked. One of these days you'll start having affairs with girls your age or younger, and you'll forget all about me."
"No," Davey said, shaking his head. "I'll never forget about you. You were first, and I'll never forget that."
"Perhaps," Betty said, and kissed his lips lightly.
"I'll tell you one thing," Davey announced. "When you press those nipples into my thigh like that I get hot and bothered all over."
Susan suddenly realized she was jealous. She was jealous of Betty. Dumb as it sounded, she wished she was in that room, doing things with Davey. Perhaps it was Davey's one chance at salvation. Hadn't the Reverend Trashman said something about using one's body for the benefit of others? Who better than her own brother? Even the incest would be forgiven since she would be weaning Davey away from the evil Betty.
No, Susan thought. Not yet. I haven't the courage to do something like that. But one day she would, and when she did, she would cleanse the house of the evil Betty had brought.
She continued staring as Betty gracefully climbed onto the bed, still fondling Davey's hard cock. She crawled on top of Davey, her mouth hungrily searching for his. Hot tongues were flicking back and forth between their mouths, blending as their bodies writhed against one another. It was almost as if one strand of satin was sliding against another the way their bodies intertwined.
"Suck my tit," Betty insisted, raising one of her finely formed tits to Davey's lips. His mouth opened and tightly sucked in the hard nipple as his hands blithely wandered across her body.
"Uhhhhhh!" Betty moaned as Davey's mouth continued nibbling her nipple.
Davey's hands reached down and filled themselves with the flesh of Betty's asscheeks. His fingers pinched and tweaked, kneading where necessary, feeling the way her asscheeks filled his palms to overflowing. He continued nibbling strongly on her swollen, nut-brown nipple, making Betty writhe madly.
Betty grabbed Davey by the hair, tugging his head back and letting her tongue swirl through his mouth. Then her lips moved to his throat, kissed it longingly, and moved lower, licking at his own small nipples. She was sliding her body lower, and as she kissed the flat of his belly, she let his hard cock slide into the valley between her breasts. She licked his navel a half dozen times, then moved her head lower.
Susan gasped to herself. Betty was going to do for her brother what she had done with her father. She watched as the older woman rubbed her cheek against the boy's straining phallus. Betty's hair tickled Davey's thighs, making him open them. Her fingers danced lightly over his delicate balls. Then she lightly touched the tip of his throbbing phallus with her tongue. It made the hot cock twitch. Betty stared at the swollen knob of her stepson's prick, the skin stretched smoothly and delicately. The little blind eye began seeping the colorless fluid again, and her tongue was quick to eat it up, making Davey writhe even more.
Her tongue licked all over the shining head and Davey began trembling violently. Then her lips came together in a pucker as she kissed the knobby head, tasting the delight of the fluid he was emitting. It was a forerunner of taste to come, and Betty, no longer able to take the suspense, opened her mouth and used her lips to form a hood over his penis as she gobbled it in. Her starving tongue curled itself around the staff, making her even hungrier as wild thrills continued racing through her. Her fingers tightened around the base of his throbbing cock as she sucked the rest of it all the way into the hot, wet cave of her mouth.
Davey was moving violently under her, twisting, turning, writhing and squirming in the throes of a mad delirium of delight. He rammed his hot cock even deeper into her mouth, then pulled it back. But her lips would not surrender it. She drew the wedge-shaped head way back into her throat as far back as it would go. Not being as long as his father's, it didn't quite touch her gullet. Then she retreated, letting the heavy prong slide out of her mouth with her tongue pressed up against it. But once the glans reached her lips they remained hooked inside. Down her head moved again, rubbing the spongy head against her palate. Her teeth nibbled at the underside as she withheld her tongue this time. Down she went until the full length was throbbingly encased in her mouth, then up she rose another time until her lips held the corona fast. Greedily she sucked the penis in again, then once again let it retreat. Down, then up, down, then up, her head moved rhythmically, gobbling the solid penal wand again and again.
"B ... Betty," Davey gasped. "I ... I ... can't hold it much ... longer. I'm gonna shoot ... any second."
"Mmmmmm!" was all Betty said, nodding her head. "Let go or I'll spatter the stuff down your throat," Davey begged.
"But all Betty did was nod, as if inviting him to unleash the contents of his throbbing cock into her throat. Her lips continued pulling, her tongue kept on licking, and her teeth continued nibbling. It was as if she were actually siphoning the sperm right out of his balls. Her head began pumping faster, and the boy's hands clenched tightly in her hair. His crotch lifted itself off the bed as he crammed the full length of his cock into her mouth again and again.
The gooey sperm came splashing insanely out of him, spurting from the swollen head, spitting itself out into Betty's mouth in dozens of tiny white pools. Thick, creamy foam filled her cheeks and seeped into her throat. She swallowed, tasting the rich flavor of his white sperm, then readied herself to take some more. The slithery liquid moved past her tongue, down her throat, into her hungry belly.
Betty continued madly sucking, rolling the throbbing head of his phallus around and around on her tongue, seeking the last gooey drops of his maleness. Only when the penis had finally shrunk, and there was no more seepage coming from it did she finally release it. Even then, her tongue continued licking all over it, washing it clean, doing as thorough a job on his balls, as well.
"More," Davey begged.
"More what?" Betty asked, moving up next to him. "There isn't a thing I can do for you, now. Your penis is too small."
"Maybe," Davey nodded, reaching down and pressing his fingers into her hot, soaking box. "But there isn't anything that says I can't enjoy doing things to you."
His mouth moved lower to nuzzle her tit as his fingers moved in and out of her seething box. In the past four weeks she had taught him well. He had been reluctant to perform cunnilingus at first, and even more reluctant to perform analingus. But the moment she had shown him how good it felt to have her mouth on his genitals, he began to understand, and little by little brought himself to lap and suck her. He had been reluctant about it at first, but with the passage of the days he became more and more avid about it, until she realized the boy loved doing it as much as she enjoyed blowing him. Now he was preparing to go down on her, working her up with his fingers, first, while his lips and tongue slowly moved down.
She remained stock-still when he took his tongue from her nipples and began licking along her belly.
"Like?" he asked in a teasing voice.
He had gotten the habit of teasing from her. At the beginning she used to tease him a lot, and now he was using it on her.
"Love it," she nodded.
"Am I doing it right?" he asked, knowing damn well he was.
His hands were caressing her thighs as he touched his tongue to her upper belly. His lips were near her pelvis now, and she was breathing heavily, anticipating what was to come.
Her body trembled when the boy swathed his tongue across her body from hip to hip. Then, she twitched as his tongue licked into the steaming jungle of her venereal hair. Davey kept lapping downward, and Betty moved her body, parting her thighs all the wider, offering him all the room he'd need. Her pubis was automatically rising toward his mouth as her hands reached out to gently press down on his youthful head.
Abruptly she felt his tongue slurp into the smoking confines of her inner womanhood. The sharpness of his teeth seemed to dig into the delicate flesh of her labia. The wet, wiggly, slurping tongue pushed its way all the way into her, slithering as far as it could go, swizzling around in her sudsy hole, stimulating her vaginal walls as they'd never been stimulated before.
"Lick the clit," Betty begged. "Lick the clit. Oh god! Get that hot mouth of yours on my ... uuuuuhhhhhhh ... clitoris. The little nubbin of ... aaaghhh ... flesh ... yes sweet David, yes."
She was writhing madly now. His working tongue eased in and out of her thrilled pussy, stopping only to strike at her trembling clitoris. And each time the lash of his tongue touched her there, she squealed and humped her body higher, slamming his face with her wet cuntlips.
Tremulous explosions shuddered through her aching cunt as blazing arrows of sensuality sparkled along her nerve-ends, flashing through her wanton mind. Betty humped her leaking crack up into Davey's face, sponging the softness of her furry, sopping swollen mound over his cheeks, eyes, and lips. She went delightfully over the edge of sanity for a brief, spastic moment because of the continuing massage his lithe tongue gave her shuddering clitoris. She felt Davey cupping her pussy with his palm as he licked at it, then he squeezed her leaking labia together and sucked the juices from it as one might from a gash in an oozing peach.
Blazing pyres jetted through her entire body as Betty clamped her thighs tightly around his head. Her clutching loins pulled his face ever deeper as she groaned and moaned through gritted teeth. Her fingers alternately pulled his hair, then dug nails into his scalp. She craved to feel his adoring tongue as it continued its unceasing work. Every inch of her aroused and burning body wanted the boy. Every pore in her skin opened itself to him, wanting to feel some part of him against her.
"Davey, Davey," Betty gasped, "sweet, wonderful, loving boy. You're wonderful. You feel so good down there. You eat my ... uhhhh ... pussy with a natural ability many men will ... ooooooh ... never master. Don't ... gasp ... stop now ... ahhhhhhhh ... it's driving me ... agghhaaa ... mad ... oooooh ... I'm coming ... I'm commmmmiiiiinnnnnngggggg ... I'm ... ayyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-commmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnggggggggg!"
His tongue seemed to become a licking cat-o' nine tails, whipping into her frenzied cunt again and again as her slithery nerves tightened in sweet, delicious spasms. Her back raised itself in an arch as strong rolling shudders laddered their way through her system. Betty felt as if the rotation of the earth had spun her right off. She seemed to free-wheel out into the vastness of eternal space; a warm, throbbing space that closed around her in a vibrant embrace.
Little by little her mind slowed until she had returned to the earth she'd left. Her tight, tense body began relaxing and softening, and every time she drew a breath it was as if she were inhaling some wondrous hallucinogenic drug.
The boy was his father's son in every respect. He had all his father's natural aptitudes for making a woman happy. Not that she was comparing Davey to his father. There was no question of comparison. Each, in his own way, was a natural artisan; a magnificent craftsman. Even as she writhed on the bed she felt his tongue still working its way through the sweet glue seeping from her tender cunt. His hands were still under her ass, cupping her buttocks!
Slowly, gently, Betty parted her thighs, releasing him. But Davey was in no hurry to tug his face from the well of nectar wherein he was drinking his fill. He kept on sipping the sweet dew pouring out of her until she tugged him over her body and made him rest his head on the cushions of her breasts. Her fingers laced through his hair, and her lips kissed his forehead as she realized the boy, like his father, was making an addict of her. She needed at least one of them continually. All the roaring fires in her body were temporarily banked, but it was only temporary. The flames could instantly be fanned to life, either by Davey or Ira.
Her mind once again drifted back in time to her uncle. Once he'd fucked her, he hadn't been able to get enough of her. He had talked her parents into letting Betty spend the Summer at his house. He was a bachelor, and so didn't have to worry about being found out by his wife.
Betty would never understand how she hadn't become pregnant. She had used no protection, and neither had he. But both continued wildly sucking and eating, in addition to the mad fucking they'd enjoyed. Betty had learned to come with her uncle's cock buried inside her, and soon seemed unable to get enough of it.
His particular delight had been in teaching her something new whenever it looked like she might get bored with "the same old thing." He must have fucked her in sixty different positions. And each one was as delightful as the one before. He had also taught her to blow, though like all other men, it never occurred to him Betty would receive pleasure from sucking his cock. Even though he got total enjoyment from eating her young, puffy cunt, he never thought she enjoyed sucking his meat. He was certain she ate his cock to make him happy, especially since she never swallowed his white cream. Betty never knew why, but until she married Ira, she was unable to swallow spunk.
Nevertheless, they had spent a very happy Summer together. And now Betty, looking down on Davey realized how much delight there was to be gotten from a youthful member of the opposite sex. Ira would always be her first love but his son would be just as close, perhaps because he was Ira s son.
CHAPTER SIX
Susan was shocked. It was bad enough to find her father and stepmother fucking for pleasure, knowing they could never have children. Then she had seen her own mother, with her new husband, using sex to punish herself. And now she was watching her stepmother and her brother indulging in oral genital sex. It was as if her stepmother was trying to make a fool of her father. What would happen next? Would Betty try and seduce her, Susan, as well? Did her stepmother want to make it a clean sweep? Fuck and suck the entire family?
Horrible! Monstrous! Evil pervaded all over. Susan had to get out. She had to find her father. She had to tell her father what was going on between Davey and Betty. She knew her father enjoyed sex, but at least he had been trying to confine it to each of his wives, one at a time. Whether his fucking had been moral, immoral, or anything in-between, at least he had kept it legal.
Quietly moving down the stairs, she eased herself out through the kitchen door. Her father was the town's leading orthodontist. He was Dr. Ira Frank when he was working.
She waited ten minutes for a bus and took it to the center of town. Her father had an office in a small medical complex right off River Avenue. Susan knew there would be a flock of kids in the front office. She'd never be able to get through to see her father and tell him. She would have to use the back door to get in.
It wasn't easy slipping through the rear alleyway, but she was able to make her way until she came to the back door of her father's office. She found the door unlocked. It had no bell on it, as the front door did. She was able to enter silently.
The corridor she was in was narrow and short, but it led to a long corridor, and off the longer corridor were five different rooms, plus a storeroom. All five of the rooms had their doors closed.
Not wanting to be seen by anyone other than her father, Susan stepped into the storeroom, thinking to catch him as he moved from one room to the other. She closed the storeroom door all but a crack, peering out and waiting to see him.
A murmur of voices reached her, and she realized her father was in the room next to hers. Going over to the wall, she stepped between the shelves, and that was when she noticed pinpoints of light coming from the room. The walls in this jerry-built place were constructed of plasterboard. It was easy to poke holes through them, and apparently someone had done just that, though Susan had no idea when or why.
"We only have ten quick minutes," her father's voice was saying.
"Doctor Frank, you're a lifesaver," the voice of Vivian Kay, his head nurse replied. "That husband of mine satisfies me in his own way, but he's so straight. God! The only position he knows is the man-on-top. I need variety or I'll go crazy."
"Why not?" Susan heard her father say. "If it hadn't been for you, I'd have gone out of my skull while married to my first wife. The least I can do is reciprocate now that you're married."
Reciprocate? What was her father talking about? Was it possible he had been unfaithful to his first wife, her own mother, and was now being unfaithful to Betty, as well?
She peered through the tiny hole in the wall, thankful the storeroom was dark. What she saw made her gape with disbelief.
The orthodontal chair had been adjusted to a horizontal position. Vivian, her father's chief nurse, was totally naked and standing near the chair. And to see Vivian was to behold an ivory goddess with ebony hair. Vivian was an astonishingly beautiful woman. True, she liked to apply lots of eye shadow, but this merely enhanced her large brown eyes. She had bright red lips, a narrow, slightly curved nose, and high cheekbones. Her dark hair was fluffed out stylishly on both sides of her head.
She had perfect breasts for her size, not too large, yet each was considerably more than a handful. Her brownish-pink aureole were small, and each of her nipples seemed to stand out like a burgundy grape. She had wide, full, white hips, and her rounded thighs led in to a stunning patch of midnight on her pelvis.
"All the years we'd been making it I had no idea you liked being spanked," Ira Frank was saying, himself completely undressed.
"It was my husband's way of being so straight that brought out the urge in me," Vivian confided. "Odd, but before I was married, while you were still unhappily married, I was perfectly content to do things straight. In fact, I loved watching you doing things with some of those young girls you used to bring in here."
"Yes, I know. You even poked a couple of holes in the wall from the storeroom where you could stand and watch all the action."
"Odd, but you never once encouraged those girls. They used to make a play for you."
"I did my best to avoid doing anything with them. But the way Abigail used to cut me off so completely made me horny as all get out. And when some of those girls used to started rubbing my penis, I reacted without thinking."
"I notice you never once let any of them go down on you," the nurse said, "even though more than one begged to be allowed to do it."
"That would be tantamount to disaster," Frank told her. "Imagine having a girl's braces caught on your penis."
"Yes, I see what you mean. But you never tried to stop me from doing it."
"That's because you have such a perfect bite," Frank murmured, taking her in his arms and kissing her.
"Remember," Vivian warned. "Not in my pussy. My husband, for all his being straight, likes some action every night. We don't want him finding any sperm deposits in my vagina."
"Of course not," Frank nodded, giving Vivian a resounding slap on her buttocks. "We're going into the back hole today."
Vivian's white buttocks shook solidly as the imprint of Ira Frank's hand formed in bright red.
Susan stared, and for the first time realized no matter how depraved it all appeared, it was definitely exciting. Her father was in no way abusing the woman, yet he was spanking her, and Vivian was enjoying every bit of it. It was awful, vile, degrading, and yet it was arousing. Watching all this evil cohabitation was starting to get to Susan. Though she knew it wasn't right, something inside her was starting to awaken.
With the doors closed, the rooms were fairly soundproofed. They had to be, what with the screams coming out of all the orthodontal chairs.
Ira Frank spanked Vivian again and again, his palm sounding like a loud shot each time it came down on the beautiful woman's bare, quivering flesh. She was bent over his knee now as he sat on the edge of the large chair, and her fists were pummeling the chair seat as he continued walloping her.
The slaps only warmed Vivian's aroused ass, making it ready for what was to come. She could hardly wait. She had come to love fucking, but her husband just wasn't the type to give her out-of-the-ordinary thrills. She wanted much more than the feeling of a cock in her cunt, even if her husband's happened to be a nice, long, thick erection. She wanted to be loved all over. There was the littlest bit of the masochist in her, yet spanking made her feel no real pain, especially since Ira Frank was walloping her with only part of his strength. He wasn't the kind of man who liked to deal pain.
When he finally stopped paddling her, she felt a delicious fire expanding through the cheeks of her buttocks. Had she been forced to settle for only this much, it would have made her day.
Luckily, the other four rooms were filled with kids whose mouths were "drying out," which meant no additional work could be done in the offices until these kids came out. There was an automatic timer in each office, and when it went off, each of the kids would take his or her folder and bring it to the nurse on duty. Vivian was on her break, and the other nurse was too busy to wonder what she was doing.
Laying across Ira Frank's lap, she could feel the way his hard, thick erection prodded her belly. Her reddened cheeks were fully visible to Susan who was unable to tear her eyes away from what she was seeing. Strange how watching her mother being degraded had really offended her sensibilities, but aside from the knowledge that what she was seeing was morally wrong, she didn't feel disgusted. It hurt her to know her father was as unfaithful as her stepmother. Yet, in a way, it was only justice. If Betty was going to cheat on her father, using her brother, then her father probably had every right to reciprocate, no matter how immoral it seemed.
"A few kisses first," Ira Frank murmured, hoisting Vivian's buttocks high in the air as he had her kneel on the chair.
Susan watched as her father now proceeded to do what she'd seen her mother do with the three "brothers" of her stepfather. Ira Frank pressed his face between the two quivering mounds of Vivian's asscheeks and pushed his tongue against the delicate, crinkled asshole.
Vivian shivered, trembling with delight as the icy touch of Frank's tongue tickled the rosebud of her tiny anus. She felt the tickling probe as he licked all the way around the outer fold, then shivered with enervated delight as he slowly pushed the point of his tongue past the ring like muscle of her sphincter. He pushed the tongue deeper, and Vivian jostled her asscheeks from side to side, thrilling to the tingles she felt climbing up and down her spine. Her buttocks were thrusting themselves back, shuddering with pleasure as his tongue continued licking between them, making her asshole more and more slippery with his tonguing.
"Ooooooon!" she murmured. 'That feels really good. Keep doing it. Ahhhhhh!"
"We don't have the time," Ira Frank replied, pulling his tongue from the tight, crushing confines of her sphincter. "In a few more minutes everyone's going to wonder what happened to us. We have to finish this quickly. Okay?"
"You're the doctor," she nodded, waving her beautiful buttocks at him.
Vivian felt his eyes staring at the crack in her ass. It made her goosepimply all over, and her asscheeks involuntarily tightened together. She could feel him staring at the way her globular cheeks clenched together around her tiny crinkle.
Frank licked his forefinger, then, using the thumb and forefinger of his other hand to tenderly part her asscheeks, gently began poking the forefinger against her beckoning pucker.
"Ooooh!" Vivian grunted lightly, feeling the pressure of the finger as it slowly worked its way-through the band like sphincter.
Slowly the finger penetrated her rubbery muscle, pushing into the tunnel of her rectum. Once past the sphincter, the channel within was considerably wider. It was even wider than a vagina, though not by more than a fraction of a millimeter. And then he began moving the moist finger all the way in, making her shudder with delight. It felt good to be penetrated, even if it was the anal hole rather than the vaginal one. She felt the slithery finger move in and out, in and out, preparing the way for a more formidable invasion.
When she finally felt the finger slide out of her, she knew her sphincter, tight as it was, would admit Ira Frank's thick cock.
With her ass way up in the air and her weight balanced on her elbows and knees, Vivian was able to glance down and back, watching the way Frank grasped his heavy log of cock and slowly brought it forward until its blunted head knocked at the portals of her asshole.
God!!! Susan thought. Daddy's going to do to Vivian what that other man did to mother. But mother wanted it as a form of self-chastisement, to punish her for thinking evilly. Vivian wants it because she seems to be enjoying it. Could mother's conscious mind be making excuses to her subconscious for performing all these acts which the female human body seems to find enjoyable?
Susan wondered if she should rush into the other room and stop her father from doing such a horrible thing. But even as she thought it, she remained where she was, watching.
Vivian felt Ira Frank grind his swollen glans against her rectal pucker, and she moaned as she felt its thickness pressing into her sphincter. The rubbery ring tightened for a moment, resisting the pederastic attack for a few seconds, and then the glans abruptly began making its entrance. The bloated bulb of his throbbing cock widened the resisting anal ring. It was an extremely elastic sphincter, and whatever pain Vivian did feel at first was more than swamped by the tingling pleasure-pressure succeeding it. Vivian gasped, shuddering with wonderful anguished as the solid muscle penetrated deeper and deeper. She gasped with sheer, wanton delight at feeling the long, thick plug moving in again and again, filling her ass with its thickness. With shuddering tremors the flesh cylinder continued penetrating the oily interior. And then, the entire minaret-shaped phallic head was past her crushing sphincter, lodged tightly in her gripping rectum. More and more of the steely shank of the penis wedged itself past the sucking sphincter, letting its full length bury itself in her twitching ass.
"Yes," Vivian murmured. "Ohhhh yessssss ... that feels so gooooooood ... uhhhhhh ... "
Susan felt almost embarrassed watching the way her father's hard rod penetrated Vivian's tight asshole. For her mother she had felt shame, but for some reason, the sight of her father doing it made her feel a wanton sensation in her own rectum, almost as if she wished a thick cock were penetrating her own ass channel. Staring at the voluptuous round cheeks of Vivian's buttocks, she couldn't help imagining a plug in her own asshole. The cheeks of her tight, round ass began twitching and squeezing close together as she watched her father continue to plunge his heated dork into the other woman's anal entrance.
Vivian felt Ira Frank working his solid plunger in and out of her tight, sucking asshole, running his massive meat in a bit deeper with each inward plunge. It wasn't long before the entire length of his throbbing meat was pistoning in and out of Vivian's clenching asshole. He slammed the full length of it back and forth again and again.
Vivian, with her head hanging down and staring between her thighs at the pumping phallus, began feeling dizzy. It was a wonderful sight, especially because she could look past the pouting lips of her sweet nookie to see the steaming prick move.
Whatever pain she might have felt at the beginning was completely gone. All she felt now was pleasure. The massive prong sliding in and out of her thrilled her with each inward movement, and delighted her with each outward stroke. The overly-sensitive nerve-endings in her assaulted rectum were beginning to respond. God! It was unbelievable a man's cock could feel so good no matter where he put it. She was rotating her full buttocks madly, pressing back against him each time he sank the flesh spear into her. Her asshole ate up the full length of his thrusting prick again and again, totally surrounding it. She could all but see the way her dimpled asshole tugged along his staff each time he withdrew it, then puckered inward as he changed direction, sinking it into her delectable ass once again. His hands gripped her full asscheeks and shook them, his fingertips digging into the resilience of her cheeky flesh.
Vivian heard Frank panting as he stroked his plunging dork through her tight membranes. His breath all but burned her back.
Cold shivers ran up and down Susan's spine as she continued staring through the hole into the next room. She was utterly fascinated and unable to tear her eyes away. This man, this mad, fucking machine, was her wonderful father. This was the man who had all but brought her up in spite of his busy workload. He had whispered sweet things to her as a little girl, telling her she was a princess to be worshiped and adored. Was this how he worshiped and adore women? Was this what he meant would some day happen to her? He, her loving daddy, wanted some man to open up her rectum and vagina, and even her mouth with his penis?
Hot anger flooded Susan, but mixed with the anger was a passion she had never known existed inside her. She realized what she saw was affecting her, and first began to understand what her mother meant by resisting temptation. True, her mother had found an excuse for wallowing in this iniquity, but she, Susan, would never allow such evil things to happen to her.
"Aaaaaarrrrgghhhh ... " Vivian muttered, glad to be corrupted this way.
The thrilling sensations were building to a higher pitch, stirred up by the strokings of the heavy dick in her "dock." It trammeled in again and again, making rampant thrill chase violent shudder through her body. Her mouth was wide open as she gasped, trying to suck in air as her luscious ass pumped itself back against him repeatedly. By now her asshole was a sucking mouth, literally stuffing itself consistently with his cock.
She felt him picking up the tempo, shortening his strokes, ramming in and out of her tight, sweet orifice at lightning speed. Fiery shudders were building to higher pitches inside her.
Vivian was becoming more and more aroused. There was a climax somewhere inside her rectum. She had never been aware of the possibility. But now she knew it was there.
Susan pressed her eye to the hole, staring closely, suddenly wanting Vivian to come. She had to come. Her father was pumping Vivian with such hard strokes it was certainly only a matter of seconds before he came.
"G ... give it to m ... meeeeeee ... " Vivian begged.
"You've got it all, sweet ... uhhhhhh ... asshole ... "he gasped, still running the full length of flesh hose back and forth.
She shuddered madly, clenching her asscheeks tightly around the heavy phallus continually violating the sanctity of her rectum. Feelings were building to a greater pitch than ever, and Vivian knew she was totally out of control. Her orgasm was there, hitting her with sledgehammer force as she screamed a low, "Eeeeeyyy-yyyyyyyyooooowwwwwweeeeee!"
It was the wildest, most different kind of climax she'd ever enjoyed, but it was a real, honest-to-God climax. Her asshole tightened, squeezing and tightly clenching the cock within, and because of the pressure, Ira Frank began unloading heavily into her rectum.
"Ggnnnnngggggghhhhrrrrnngghhhhh!" he grated through clenched teeth. A loud yell, even with acoustic tile and paneling covering all the walls, would have been heard.
Vivian bucked madly, feeling the softening cock still moving through her rectum. Slowly she began coming down to earth, letting her lush body collapse on the orthodontal chair as if it were deflating.
Ira Frank kept his cock inside as long as possible, falling on top of her still, white form. The last few heavy drops of cream were leaving his cock, dripping into her anal cavern, already flooded with all the white cream he'd had to offer on that particular fuck.
She felt his hairy thighs rub her soft, quivering buns, and it was a secure feeling. But he finally stood back and pulled his penetrating cock out with a "pop." She felt her rectal hole tighten against itself as the cock left.
"C'mon," Ira Frank panted. "We still have a lotta kids whose mouths need caring. Let's get dressed and go to work."
"Doctor Frank," Vivian murmured, hurriedly dressing. "I'm afraid I'm going to continue needing treatments like this."
"I'll take care of it, nurse," he promised, buckling his belt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Long after her father and the nurse left, Susan stood in the storeroom thinking about everything she'd seen and heard. The whole world was hypocritical. People went to church and promised God they would do good things and avoid evil and temptation, and yet, when it came down to doing things, everyone ... everyone she knew, including the Reverend Trashman, her mother, and the father she adored and loved more than anyone, did what she had been taught was evil.
If people really enjoyed fucking so much, why did they preach it was wrong? Why did parents teach children what not to do, and then go ahead themselves and do it?
The only open, honest person she really knew was Al Lasten. He was openly licentious, outwardly lascivious, and an admitted pervert. He was as vile in habit as he was in appearance. And his words seconded his actions. No one had to guess about him.
And yet, the mere conjuring of his face in front of her eyes made Susan shudder. Al Lasten was not just a rake. He was evil in its most primitive form. He represented all the things shunned by decent folk and hypocrites, alike. Decent folk? Susan found there were no such animals. All people were either hypocrites, or openly disgusting, like Al Lasten. If one could not be like Lasten, then one had to pretend to be pure while indulging in certain fantasies in secret. At least sex was a fantasy one could indulge in and not destroy one's physical self. Even if one's soul was forever doomed afterward, one's physical being remained unharmed.
Susan left the storeroom and sneaked out the way she had come in. She returned home and found Betty making supper.
"Can I talk to you?" she asked Betty as the woman hustled around the kitchen.
"Sure," Betty nodded, smiling.
To look at her one would never guess she had committed adultery with her own stepson. Her face seemed so openly happy and innocent.
Susan's mother had given Susan her own ideas about sex. But the mother had not adhered to them, herself. She was using self-abasement as an excuse to indulge in all sorts of sexual exercises. Now it was time to hear what Betty had to say. Susan was curious what lies Betty might come up with to hide her own actions.
"Mother used to lecture us about sex all the time," Susan said, sitting at the kitchen table. "She told us it was evil, and if we wanted to go to heaven when we died, we would have to abstain from it, except for those times when we wished to procreate."
"Uh huh," Betty nodded, testing a soup she had on the stove.
"Well, I'd kind of like to hear what you have to say about sex," Susan prompted.
"Seriously?" Betty asked, putting a salad in the refrigerator.
"Very seriously," Susan nodded. "And what if you don't like what I have to say?"
"Whether I like it or not isn't really important," Susan said. "What is important is the truth. I want to know what you believe is the truth about sex."
"Well then," Betty said, sitting opposite Susan at the kitchen table. "The truth is very simple. God, or Nature, or whomever or whatever force is out there, put us together with very, very strong desires. Many of us have such strong desires we let them override everything else we feel."
"And is that wrong?" Susan asked.
"Each of us has to individually decide what is right or wrong for him or herself," Betty replied. "What may be right for me might easily be wrong for you. I know I made up my mind before I met your father that I had a lot of love in me. Although certain animal instincts occasionally became so strong they needed satisfying, I didn't think of them as being a part of love. To this day, people who do not love each other marry and sleep together, having children. But something is lacking in their lives. If one can get love along with sex, well then, one should get as much of it as one can. But if there is no love available, I think it criminal to keep one's physical emotions bottled up. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Not really," Susan said, shaking her head.
"Well then, to put it very plainly, if one can love a man, she should love him in every way possible. She most certainly should not hold back any part of the love in her. However, if there is no emotional love around, a woman still needs a physical release from certain tensions, and should therefore seek them from someone."
"You're saying, it's all right for a woman to fuck for a man she doesn't love."
"Crudely put," Betty nodded. "I think a woman has to fuck with someone in order to relieve inner tensions that build from day-to-day. I'm not saying a woman should go out, lay down in the streets and yell for the men to come and get it. There should be a certain amount of discretion. But fucking is as much a part of life as eating, breathing, and sleeping. It's necessary."
"What about marriage?" Susan asked.
"Marriage is something wonderful, if it's with the right person," Betty said. "When you marry a man, you're saying to him, I want to live with you, to share myself with you, and to share part of you with you."
"Doesn't it mean a woman or a man should keep herself or himself faithful to that one marriage partner?"
"I don't think a woman should sneak around behind her husband's back having tawdry little affairs," Betty acknowledged. "But if her husband is the right kind of man, he'll understand her need for more than one man, just as she should understand his physical needs for more than one woman. We have variety in the foods we eat, the beverages we drink, the clothing we wear, and even the perfumes we apply. Why shouldn't we be able to occasionally vary our sexual partners? It doesn't mean we love our mates any less. On the contrary, it makes us appreciate them all the more."
"Are you admitting you're sleeping with someone other than my father?" Susan asked.
"Now you're getting personal," Betty laughed. "I'm admitting nothing. All I can tell you is I've never done anything behind your father's back, nor has he done anything behind mine."
"Are you happy with father, Betty?" Susan asked.
"Very happy," Betty admitted. "Why? Are you unhappy with me as a wife to your father?"
"Gosh, no. I mean, daddy seems so alive, now. I'm sure you're the reason."
"Maybe part of it," Betty admitted, "But not all of it. Tell me, Susan, is something troubling you? Can I help in any way?"
"No," Susan said, shaking her head. "There's something I have to work out for myself."
"Susan, there's something you aren't telling me. I'm not sure what it is, and I'm not going to try squeezing it out of you. I want you to trust me. I love your father, and I love you. I love you not because you're your father's daughter, but because you're an honest, open, sweet, clean cut person. I don't want lies between us. I want very much to be your friend."
"Thanks, Betty," Susan said, rising. "It's kinda hard to get used to a woman taking my mom's place, especially with my mom still alive. But at least I'm starting to understand you a little."
Leaving the kitchen, Susan realized Betty had been open and forthright with her. She hadn't in any way. Maybe, just maybe, Betty's was the better way. Susan wasn't sure. Until she was sure, she had to find some way of saving Davey and her father from continually committing what might be evil.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susan's period came the following day and stayed with her through Saturday. By that time the school year was over. Her father, Betty, and Davey were going to take a vacation, but Susan had declined their offer to take her with them. She told them she would rather stay home this one time.
Ira Frank nodded, saying, "You're a big girl now, Susie. You don't have to do whatever you don't wish to do. I'm going to leave the house in your care. Betty, Davey and I will be gone for one week. Sure you'll be all right?"
"I'll be fine, daddy," she nodded. "All three of you go ahead and have a good time. I hear the mountains are terrific this time of the year."
And so on Sunday morning, Ira Frank packed his wife and son into his car, and drove off, leaving Susan alone in the house. She was alone for exactly one hour.
At about eleven thirty that morning, when she was taking out the garbage, she found Al Lasten standing near the kitchen door.
"Whatcha doin' home, Susan?" Lasten asked, smiling evilly.
"That's my business," she snapped at the sixteen year old.
"I kinda think I'm gonna make it our business," he told her, moving closer to her.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, feeling frightened.
"I know your folks have gone off for the week. So's my ma. You and I are gonna be home, all alone."
"You in your home, me in mine," Susan said, frostily.
"No!" Lasten snapped, backing her into her house and following her in, shutting the door behind him. "Nobody's out there, doll. You c'n scream yer head off and no one'll hear you. They're all in church, which is where you normally go on Sunday. But y'stayed home t'see the folks off, huh? Good! Terrific! You and I are gonna spend the whole week together."
"You have to be crazy," Susan snapped.
"Crazy f'you and that virgin snatch of yours. I'm gonna fuck you, Susan. Fm gonna fuck you in every hole you got. And I got a whole week in which to do it. And I'll tell ya right now, if you scream even once, I'll strangle you and leave yer body here f'your folks to find when they get back. You behave, and the worst thing that'll happen is we both have a ball."
"Please," Susan whimpered, backing away, walking into the living room. "Go away, leave me alone."
"No chance," Lasten snapped, his rheumy eyes shining behind his thick-lensed glasses. "I been wantin' t'fuck you for more than two years, now. In fact, I been wantin' t'fuck you more than all those other chicks, combined. They were a kinda warm up f'you. Now come on, Susan. Don't fight me, cause if you do, I'll hurt ya."
He was about two or three inches taller than she, but Susan knew he was considerably stronger. He would be able to cover the distance between them before she had screamed more than once, and she knew he could be nasty. Even if she made the street, he might still cause some permanent damage to her. None of the other girls he had reputedly raped had been physically injured in any other way, which meant he would keep his word about not harming her if she cooperated. But God! He was so ugly.
"Why?" she asked. "Why are you doing this?"
"Let's face it Susan. Fm ugly. Nobody really likes me. I wanna get laid. So I pick on sweet little virgins like you, who are unfamiliar with other men. This way y'can't compare me to some other guy until afterward. By then, I won't really give a damn. But I'll tell you the truth, little Susan. I'm probably better'n most of those other guys, anyway. You cooperate, and I'll make it a lotta fun f'you. I don't wanne hurt ya. All I wanna do is fuck ya. Now I'm gonna stay with ya until your folks get back. I'll leave just before they get here."
"Why are you staying here so long?" she asked.
"Two reasons. First, I don't wantcha runnin' to the cops in any kinda hurry. Second, even if y'go to the cops after a week, no one'll believe you stayed with me this long unwillingly and didn't try getting' away. Only you and me'll know different. Y'see, I ain't in no mood fend up in the jug, either."
"Please Al, please, go away. I don't want to call the police. I just want to be left alone."
"Susan, if you could see inside me, maybe you'd understand. I'm sorry, but I'm gonna fuck ya, honey. I'm gonna fuck ya, good. Just do as I say and there won't be more pain than is necessary."
"Pain?"
"Just a little, honey. Just a little. And only once.
After the first time there won't be anymore pain."
"Oh God!" Susan cried, falling at the foot of the stairs, her face buried in her arms. "Don't do this!
It's evil! Don't do this."
"Cry as long as you have to," he said. "Cry it all out, now. But accept it. Susan. I'm gonna fuck you. I gotta fuck you. I been dreamin' about it day and night f'two years. I been thinkin' about nothin' but that hot little cunt of yours."
She sobbed for a good two minutes, but at the end of that time there were no more tears left. Al Lasten, the vile, despicable, disgusting Al Lasten was going to rob her of her virginity, and there really wasn't a thing she could do about it. He had waited a long time to get her alone like this. Now he had her for a whole week. There was no one she could call on for help.
"Let's go upstairs," he told her.
Staring at him through reddened eyes, she knew there would be no way out of this. Fighting for her virtue would have been worthwhile had there been any chance of saving it. But she knew her hymen was doomed no matter what she did.
"Can I wash up first?" she asked, as they mounted the stairs.
"No," he said, simply. "I don't want you out of my sight f'now. Later, you can take a whole bath. I might even join ya, but to be honest, I been waitin' for this f'such a long time, I made sure I took me a good, long shower this morning."
Susan headed directly for her little bedroom, but as she crossed the threshold, she stopped. She felt ridiculous; almost as if she were making it easy for him. But how could she do things any other way?
Suddenly she felt Lasten's arms wrapped around her waist. She gasped and shuddered at the same time, feeling something long and hard press against her buttocks. She was wearing slacks that morning, and the solidity of his cock was easy to feel in spite of his pants. She could immediately tell it was a small, thin one. Well, maybe some good would come out of all this. If he was going to use it on her, at least it wouldn't tear out her insides. It was rubbing into the crack between her asscheeks as he moved back and forth, pressing her body against his. She gasped again, then jumped as she felt his hands slide up and suddenly cup her breasts.
"Jesus!" he gasped in her ear. "What a fuckin' firm pair of knobs you got."
"Please!" she exclaimed and twisted around to face him, if only to make him stop feeling her solid tits.
And then she saw his lips coming closer to hers. And even though he was as ugly as a toad, she realized she didn't want to resist him.
It was obvious Al Lasten knew what to do. And since he had the whole week in which to do it, he knew enough to take his time. Even as his lips brushed hers in a gentle kiss, she began seeing images of her father kissing Betty, kissing Vivian. So it was that Al Lasten's light, closed mouth kiss affected her strongly, making her shudder with in inner lust that had been hidden just beneath her own surface. It was a primeval sensation, purely physical. And now she could understand what Betty meant when she'd said there were times when one had to take her physical pleasure where she could find it, even if no love was involved.
Two things became clear at that moment. First, Betty was right in that she had to decide what was right or wrong for herself. No one else could make that decision. Second, as far as she, herself was concerned, her mother was wrong. Sex was not an evil thing unto itself. Sex with the wrong people might be evil. Al Lasten was not right for her. But he would force her into performing sex acts, and she would obey. To cleanse herself she would have to find someone she loved. Davey! She would cleanse her body, and Davey's, too. If necessary she would cleanse herself by using her father's body. With this in mind, she closed her conscience, knowing it would only make her suffer for evils she, herself, did not perpetrate. She would cooperate with Lasten now, only because it was the logical thing to do.
The images in her mind were beginning to have a strong effect on her, making her form new resolutions. Deep inside her seething, virgin cunt there was a hot yearning. The tender vaginal labia were getting wet, really wet for the first time in her life from something other than an eliminating function. Even as she felt the hot trickles inside her, she knew it was something other than urine. The sticky liquid was already seeping out, getting the crotch of her panty soaked. She could feel muscular contractions in her boiling pussy, pulsating in a mad sexual beat. Her nipples, pressed against his chest with only her blouse and his shirt in the way, began hardening. They seemed to poke through the light cotton of her bra and rub into his chest. And that solid cock of his was now rubbing against her belly, making her shudder. It was evil, but it was deliciously arousing.
Lasten felt the way the girl was trembling as he held his arms around her. He thought it was out of fear, since all the other girls had shook from fear. He didn't realize Susan was vibrating with something burning and primitive, coming as it was from something deep down inside her tender young body.
It won't be long now, she thought. I'm the cause of his dreams, and now he's going to fulfill those dreams by fucking me. And I'm going to let him. I'm going to let him because if I don't he'll slap me around and then do it, anyway. But the real reason I'm going to let him is, I want it if it's evil and perverted, I can use his forcing me as an excuse. But I want it.
He guided her over to the bed, still unmade and scented with the delicate fragrance of her young body. They sat on the edge together, and his hand began stroking her shoulder, gently. His fingers raced up and down her arm, having an electric effect on her. She was still quivering, now trying not to look at him, staring straight ahead, her eyes blank, in no way showing the lust running through her girlish body. As his hand touched the top of her shoulder she quickened her breathing as her body trembled under his caress.
He let his hand slide down in back now, touching her spine, moving lower until it touched the tops of her deliciously curved asscheeks. And now he was talking to her, saying, "It's okay, Susan. It's okay. You'll see, you'll like it. It's a load of fun. All the others I had were just warm ups f'you. So I know this is good, honey. Wait and see. Just wait and see. I'm gonna teach you everything I know. By the time I walk outta here, you're gonna know more'n most women twice yer age. Wait and see."
"All right," she gasped, "All right! Do what has to be done."
Her voice was a low soft moan, and her almost-immediate acquiescence took him completely by surprise. He thought he would be caressing her for a good hour or more.
She was panting now, her full bosom rising and falling rapidly. She was almost gasping now, her breath burning his face and fogging his glasses as he turned to look at her. He slipped the glasses off and put them in his pocket.
There was no turning back now. She had, in effect, told him her body was his to do with as he pleased. At least she would be learning about it in a bedroom; her own bedroom. It wasn't some cheap motel, nor was it in the back of a parked car. Rake though Lasten might be, he wouldn't grope all around like some unsure youth.
Her mind, she realized, had been fighting this for a long time now, and the reason was, her body was begging for it. If it was truly evil, this was the only real way to find out. Yes, oh yes, she had to know, to discover this for herself and not depend on the words of others. Between her mother, Betty, and Reverend Trashman, she had found herself completely confused. Was any of them right? If not, what was the real truth?
Her body trembled with anticipation, Knowing the time had come for her to surrender her hymen. Yes, yes, let it happen.
But before Lasten could do or say more, they were interrupted by the sound of the door below opening and closing. Betty Frank's voice was saying, "I'm sorry, Ira. I left the small suitcase in our bedroom, upstairs."
Lasten stood up, pulling away from Susan as her father came hurrying up with Davey.
"Almost halfway there, and she remembers she left her suitcase home," Frank muttered to his son.
"Hey!" Davey shouted, reaching Susan's room before their father could pass. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Ira Frank hurried to where his son was standing in the doorway and saw Lasten standing in his daughter's bedroom.
"Susan," Ira asked, more astonished than anything else. "Is this something you're doing willingly?"
"Daddy!" she cried out. "He forced his way in here."
That was all Ira Frank had to hear. He charged into the room and belted the teenage, pimply-faced boy as hard as he could. His fist smashed Lasten's large nose.
"I think we'll call the cops on you," he snapped, grabbing the terrified youngster by the nape of his neck and hauling him to his feet. Blood poured from Lasten's broken nose, soaking the front of his shirt.
"No!" Susan said, thinking of the horrible things she would have to say if Lasten were ever brought to trial. "Just make him leave me alone."
"Damn straight," Ira Frank nodded. "He's going to leave you alone permanently. Right, rotten punk?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the terrified boy squealed. "Lemmee go, I swear I won't come near her no more. I swear it!"
Ira Frank dragged the shuddering form of Al Lasten downstairs, then threw him out of the house. Going back to his daughter, he said, "I'm sorry, Susie-honey, but I can't leave you home, now. You almost had a nightmare without falling asleep. That boy is disgusting."
"Daddy," Susan murmured, so utterly confused. "I don't know what to do anymore."
"Well I know," her father told her. "You're coming with Davey, Betty, and me, to the cabin we have in the mountains."
Too distraught to argue with her father, Susan packed some clothes. Davey brought down Betty's small suitcase, and soon the four of them were on their way in the Frank sedan.
Two and a half hours later they were settled in a small rustic cabin, one of many in the surrounding mountainous area. It had only two bedrooms. Sleeping arrangements had not been set up when Ira Frank and his wife decided what they needed was a good swim in the cool mountain stream not far from the cabin.
"Join us," she said to the two children.
Davey declined, saying he wanted to explore a little. Susan said she'd think about it. She went to the smaller of the two bedrooms where her valise lay on one of two beds, undressed quickly, and considered putting on her bathing suit. Standing totally naked near the bed, she caught sight of herself in a small bureau mirror, and instantly felt embarrassed, looking at her own nakedness. How often her mother had preached against the evils of displaying oneself lewdly. Yet her mother had not hesitated to undress in front of her new husband and his three deacons, completely displaying her body for their pleasure. No matter how abased her mother might have felt, and no matter how much she had gloried in it, the fact remained, all four Black men had totally enjoyed the sight of her naked white body being displayed to them, and what was more, each one reveled in being able to make use of her body.
Moving a little closer to the mirror, Susan took the time to really look at herself. Her long brown hair cascaded over both shoulders, partially obscuring her small, firm breasts. She used her hands to brush her hair back and out of the way, staring at the whiteness of her breasts. Her pink aureole were rosy haloes surrounding her thick pink nipples. She knew her breasts had a lot of growing to do, and her ripe nipples would probably also grow. Right now they looked like flower buds.
Turning to the side, she admired her profile, first getting pleasure from the way her breasts jutted out small as they were. She no longer had that boyish figure she'd possessed for so long. Her tummy was almost flat, though it was soft. And she had a narrow waist and swelling hips. They weren't full-blown yet, not by a long shot, but they were getting there. Her legs were slender and shapely, even if they weren't overly-long. She couldn't help the fact that she was a short girl.
"What's the matter with me? she wondered, suddenly sitting on the bed. Why am I having these lewd, risqu� thoughts about myself?
Reaching for her bathing suit, she stopped, looking down at her pubis. She could see the faint dark hairs there. The curling strands of gossamer threadlike hairs reflected sunlight, looking as if they'd each been individually polished. Surrounding her pink, palpitating pussylips as they did, they made the swollen pair of labia stand out even more. Looking straight down, she was able to see the pink tip of her barely protruding clitoris as it poked its head out from between her membranes.
Lord! she thought. What's happening to me? Why am I so caught up in the sight of myself?
She felt so hot, so aroused. Al Lasten had really triggered something in her. She needed some kind of satisfaction. Just the thought of masculine fingers separating those pink twatlips of hers, plunging into her broiling center, made her juices start to flow again.
A noise made her grab her bathing suit and tug it in front of her. The bedroom door suddenly opened, and there was Davey, her brother, standing there, half-undressed, himself. He had changed his mind about a swim and had come to get his trunks. Not seeing anyone in the cabin, he had concluded everyone was already swimming, and so was halfway out of his clothes as he opened the bedroom door. He was as astonished at seeing her as she was at seeing him. And the sight of her made his cock harden instantly, thrusting it against the thin fabric of his underpants. His eyes were now staring at her, taking her nudity in, and his penis throbbed madly in his pants. He should have backed out of the room immediately, but he didn't. Instead, he came forward, kicking the door shut behind him.
"Davey!" she gasped. "You shouldn't be here. It isn't right. You know what mother taught us."
"Uh huh," Davey nodded, and Susan realized all the sweet innocence her brother once had, was gone.
He came closer, staring down at her, letting her see the sag in the crotch of his underpants, swelling lewdly toward her.
What had happened to her wonderful brother? What evils had Betty done to him, making him like this instead of the warm, wonderful companion she'd had for most of her remembered life? Some hidden monster, lurking inside him, had suddenly come out to take possession of him.
"Everything mom taught us was a real crock, Susan," he uttered, moving forward again. "All mom cared about was hurting herself, and in the process she didn't give a damn if she hurt us, as well. I don't know why mom is that way. I don't even care any longer. I do know she's wrong. I've learned a few things in the past weeks. I like what I've learned. The most important thing is, when two people of the opposite sex love one another enough, they should fuck. You may be my sister, Susan, but I love you more'n any other girl or woman I know. And I think I oughtta fuck you."
"Davey, no!" Susan murmured, cringing as her brother reached out and grabbed her arm.
Inwardly she knew this might well be just what she wanted. If there was any kind of truth about Betty really corrupting her brother, then by taking him into her own body, she could lure him away from Betty, and perhaps bring him back to righteousness. Sometimes one had to defeat the devil by using his own methods. Even so, her mind rebelled at the idea as he pulled her into a heady embrace. In spite of her verbal protests, she was tugged strongly up against the youthful body of her brother. She could feel the solidity of his young cock through the thin layer of undershorts. The bathing suit fell from her hands as he pressed her body to his. She could feel the length and thickness of the throbbing meatpole between her brother's thighs. Even though Davey was three years younger than Al Lasten, his penis certainly wasn't. She'd felt Lasten's cock fleetingly enough when he'd pressed his body to hers, and she'd been able to sense how small and thin it was. Davey's was a mammoth organ by comparison, though it certainly was nowhere near the size of Ezekiel Stokes or any of his deacons.
"I love you, Susan," he told her. "God, how I love you. Someday you're gonna grow up, get married, and move away. And it won't be fair, because no matter how much your husband is gonna love you, it ain't gonna be nearly as much as I do. I learned a lotta things about love, and the most important is, love with everything y'got inside and out. Don't fight me, sis. Please don't fight me. If I don't fuck you, I'll go through life tearin' my hair out."
"Davey, you're too young to drink. Why are you acting this way?" she asked.
"A guy doesn't have to drink to get drunk, sis. I'm drunk wantin' to fuck you. I gotta fuck you."
His youthful hands began creeping over her warm flesh with a swift, knowing sureness, and she could feel tingles building in her body again. For all his youth, he seemed to know so much more than Al Lasten as he gripped her tender, girlish body, letting his hands wander down to her buttocks, pressing them hard so her pelvis would rub into his. She shivered as he used fingers to tantalize the exposed pinkness of her nipples. She moaned, but it was a moan half out of fear and half out of wanting. His hands moved over her naked breasts again and again, lightly caressing her sensitive nipples, making them grow long and hard, looking as if they were beckoning him to continue.
Maybe she wouldn't have to give Davey everything. Maybe he would be content to caress her. Perhaps it would bring him to his senses, and then the two of them could talk it all out sensibly. She was so confused. She wanted him to, yet she didn't want him to.
She offered her wet mouth to his, cupping his head with her hand as she gently kissed him. It was the first time she had ever kissed her own brother this way, and it shook her. She was even more taken aback when she felt his tongue slither between her virginal lips, licking at hers, tickling her teeth, touching her gums, enhancing the lustful sensations in her body. She felt it tease her tongue, and slowly she felt her tongue being drawn from her mouth into his where he began sucking on it. It was as if the tongue of a raging fire was licking into her mouth.
"Davey," she gasped. "Oh Davey. I know you love me. I love you, as well. Be gentle ... " she whimpered, not realizing the heated words she was breathing into his ear only aroused him all the more. The pressure of her breath was more intense than the sounds of her words. He was no longer in any mood to answer with words of his own. He wanted her ... NOW!
He eased her down onto the bed, kicking her open valise to the floor. Susan felt herself fall, and then she slid across the sheets in an attempt to evade her younger brother, but suddenly found herself pinned beneath him. His face had an expression of wanton malevolence as he whispered, "This is it, sis. I saw you there with Lasten. I know you didn't wanna do anything with him, but he woulda fucked you all the same, and from what I could see, you woulda let him. Better I should teach fucking t'you. Just remember, I love you. He doesn't."
"Davey, there has to be some other way. Mother always explained how evil can sometimes take control of us. Don't let that happen to you."
"Anything ma taught us was pure shit. Don't fight me, big sister. I just gotta fuck that pussy of yours."
"Oh Davey," she sobbed, despairing that she couldn't reach him. It wasn't the idea of his fucking her that bothered her so much as her lack of being able to communicate with him at such a vital time. After all, part of her really did want him to fuck her. She wished he would be more reasonable. Somehow things just weren't working out as she had anticipated.
She heard him sigh with the licentious need to plunge into her tight, unused pussy. It was almost as if it had been a subconscious dream he had been harboring for so long. She could see how the mere idea of screwing his loving sister while she was still a pure, sweet, innocent virgin was making his pulsing prick shudder painfully in the confines of his underwear. He was completely out of control and unable to control the passion he felt for his shuddering sister. She writhed under him, hoping to make him come to his senses, but all she did was arouse him that much more.
"You just lay there, Susan," he murmured, getting to his feet.
He tugged his underpants down, letting his throbbing erection lance the air wildly, swinging madly from side to side as he removed the rest of his clothing. The way his heaving cock throbbed he was afraid he might shoot into the open air.
Susan lay there, shivering in a sort of terrified wonder. She stared with wide eyes as Davey's large penis waggled back and forth. She had seen that penis engulfed all the way into Betty's mouth, but now that she was this close to it, she couldn't understand how Betty had swallowed it all. Maybe it lacked the length and breadth of an Ezekiel Stokes. But it was certainly long enough and thick enough to strangle an ordinary woman. Being this close to the pulsing prick made her more afraid than ever. The thickness seemed to lurch-up toward her as if crawling out of the hairy nest on his matted pelvis. And for the first time she had a close view of her brother's bloated testicles. Perhaps they weren't the duffel bags Stokes and his "brethren" had hanging below their cocks, but the sac was formidable enough. Still too young to be covered with hair, it displayed all the lines and crevices running through it.
Did Davey really think he could fit the full length of that large cock into her tender, virginal cunt? She wasn't built like Betty, or her mother. Somehow she couldn't conceive of being able .to contain the full length of his massive erection. He'd tear her apart, tugging her tissues and membranes out.
"Davey," she begged, tears in her eyes. "If you really love me, don't put that thing in me. It's incest."
"Incest is a nasty word someone once made up for family fucking," Davey all but whispered. "Look sis, I keep close tabs on everything about you. I know your period ended yesterday. There's no way you're gonna have a baby from what we're doin'. Stop actin' like mom. You wanna get fucked and you know it You just don't have the courage to admit it. Me, I was scared my first time, too. But I'm glad, now. And you're gonna be glad, too."
"Davey, no ... "
"Susan, yes," he insisted, and threw himself on top of her, leaning over her white, pure form, holding her tightly against the mattress with one palm on her shoulder, while using the other hand to once again enjoy the touch of her warm flesh. He manipulated her nipples with quick-working fingers until they were each nearly an inch long. And when they were long enough, he brought his mouth down and began sucking on the swollen elongations, chewing lustily at their rubbery surfaces. His mouth worked so fastidiously, she thought he could actually taste her inner self oozing through the pores of her nipples.
"Oh God!" she gasped, feeling herself more and more in heat. It would be a matter of time before she not only surrendered to Davey's wishes, but actually urged him to proceed.
"Davey ... " she gasped. "Davey ... don't. Don't do this to me. You know it's wrong."
She went on hoping to penetrate his brain with her words. But Davey wasn't listening. As one hand continued to press her body into the bed, she could feel his other hand reaching between his own thighs. It was guiding the blood-swollen log of flesh along her hot inner thigh. She could feel the spongy head pressing into the softness of her own flesh, moving ever closer to the forbidden tunnel between the fleshy gates of her puffy cuntlips. It was only inches from her heated slot, now. Yes, her cunt was definitely hot and wet. She could feel heavier and thicker juices oozing from her love-slot, slithering down her labia, dropping onto the bed, forming a growing pool. Soon that thunderous cock would plunge into her box, tearing at her virginal membrane, ripping apart her hymen so it could pound itself into her body with wild madness until it drowned her cervix with continuous streams of white whey. The mere thought of herself struggling under her darling brother, who, until Betty had moved in had done everything she'd said, shuddered through her anguished mind. Her face contorted in horrifying fear, realizing there was definitely a new mistress in Davey's life. The only way to regain her own place was to be better than Betty. Her mind and her conscience still cried out against this entire thing as evil, but she knew the only way to fight the devil who had entered her home was on the devil's terms, not her own. She would give in to her body and her brother, but she would make him work every step of the way. With Al Lasten she had almost willingly surrendered herself. To Davey, she would surrender her body, but unwillingly. She was determined not to enjoy it, even if her body was crying out for pleasure.
"Please ... Davey ... " she begged, "if you must ... do it easy ... slowly ... "
But the anxious youth ignored his older sister's anguished pleas, forcing his loins closer to the center between her tender thighs. His hips wedged her haunches wider apart as his belly pinned her to the mattress, pressing her divided buttocks deeply into the sheets. The soft silken strands of her pussy hair brushed maddeningly against his own belly, urging him to move all the more swiftly into her unused cavern. His knees forced her thighs to open even more widely as he pressed his own youthful pubis to hers.
"I love you, sis," he murmured almost incoherently. "I love you with all my heart, and I gotta prove it by fuckin' you. Soon you're gonna understand and you'll thank me for it. You'll see. Hell! You got a great cunt. It's only the second cunt I've ever seen, but it's gorgeous to look at. Now I gotta find out if it feels every bit as good as it looks. Here we go ... "
"It's great," he muttered. "That's what it is. It's great, and here it ... comes ... "
He pushed a hand between the terror-ridden thighs of her body, using his fingers to seek out the ultra-tight elasticity of her virgin vulva. He felt the rounded dome of his pulsing prick slide slowly, wetly between the shuddering pink labia of her unopened cunt. He used his fingers to guide the throbbing member into the tight entrance of her vagina. Grunting, he pressed his solid phallus into the pulsating hollow, pushing it slowly in. Christ! He felt as if his hard cock was sliding through thickening putty as her tender vaginal walls surrounded it in a tight grip.
"Uhhhhhh!" she moaned, feeling him force his penis into her.
It felt thicker than it had looked, and now it was prying her pussywalls apart, pressuring them into surrendering and swallowing his full length. Damn! The pressure hurt.
"Sis, sweet sis, your wonderful cunt is so tight. I swear it feels like I'm shoving into an elastic tube. Jesus! I never figured a girl could be this snug. Oh God! Susan, I really love you. I love you."
"Stop ... stop ... " she begged, thrashing about in pain. "Davey, how can you say you love me and hurt me like this."
Her tight cunt felt as if it would split at any moment. The clutching, tiny labia stretched to form a perfect fit; a collar around the head, then the neck of his cock as it pressed into her. She tensed her hips, trying to pull back, only to feel the mattress under her, preventing her from retreating any farther. There was no direction for her pelvis to move but forward. No matter how much pain, she had to go ahead.
His bulging glans came up against the barrier of her maidenhead, and feeling it, probed here and there, looking for a way around it. But there was no way around it. He had to go through it. He ground the rocket-nosed shape of his glans against her elastic cherry with careful deliberation, wanting her to feel every throbbing inch of his wanton cock in her weeping cunt.
Susan ground her teeth together feeling the anguish fill her womb. She gasped as she felt his prodding cock press unsuccessfully at the elastic membrane. Susan knew the resistance of her cherry was useless. Yet it was part of her, and being such, seemed reluctant to surrender merely because a cock so ordered. Her clenched fists beat on her brother's back, and her heels kicked the bedcovers again and again. She did everything in an attempt to ease her pain, but it was useless. Her brother gripped her tightly, ramming his hips maddeningly forward, prodding his relentless prick against the wall of her cherry again and again.
"Push up, sis," he moaned. "Push up. Help me and the pain'll go away."
And then there was no resistance as his thick cock began sliding deeper into her. Her precious hymen had been shredded into a thousand bloody pieces. Deeper, deeper, deeper, he slid all the way in, right up to her uterus-opening.
'DAVEEEEEEYYYYYYY ... !" she screamed, emptying her lungs of air with a loud shriek, gasping at the agonized shock of having lost her virginity so viciously. She could feel his driving cock wedge its way between her tight, sensitive vaginal walls, forcing them farther apart as it rode all the way into her. It parted the waters of the Red Sea. Like a hot knife* slicing through cold butter the cock rammed its full length all the way up into her quivering pussy. She wept tearfully at the over-powering hurt, realizing the worst was over. If there was no escape from dehymenization, at least the most painful part was over. Now all she had to do was lie there and let Davey pump into her again and again until he emptied his overfilled balls into the depths of her tender pussy.
Davey plunged forward repeatedly, feeling his weighty young testicles clap noisily against the bottom of her writhing buttocks. He could feel Susan wriggling beneath him in an attempt to change her position in the hope of relieving the pressure his in thrusting cock was building. Susan's slender, shapely legs were kicking out on either side of her brother.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned. "Davey, that thick penis of yours is ripping me to shreds inside. No more, Davey. No more. It hurts too much."
Davey only smiled lewdly, knowing it wouldn't be much longer before her cries changed from anguish to delight. He rammed his iron-solid staff harder and faster, plunging ever deeper into her hot, surrendering flesh, his stabbing thickness sinking again and again into the wonder of her swampy pussy. Her hot cunt felt like a living condom wrapped around his plunging tool.
Susan realized there was more going on inside her than pain and anguish. Something was starting to build within. What it was she couldn't tell, never having really felt anything like it before. There was some vague resemblance to the sensations she'd felt while watching her father screw his nurse, Vivian Kay, but the differences in the feeling were greater than the similarities. Too, this was far more intense. It had to be or she would never have felt it through the scraping pain of her brother's cock riding through her cunt.
"You'll ... uhhh ... see, Susan," Davey was gasping. "You'll see. It'll all be all right. You're gonna love it."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh," Susan groaned, knowing her brother was probably going to be right. In spite of her determination to fight the oncoming pleasure-wave, she realized now she would succumb to it.
"Y'love it, don'tcha? Say it, for God's sake! Please Susan, please sis, tell me y'love it."
His thrusting into her tight twat seemed to take on a new dimension as the pain continued diminishing. That little bastard of a brother was right, after all. It was going to be a good one, a really great one.
"Yesssss ... " she hissed. "Yes, Davey. Do it! Do it good! I can feel ... it."
Tears still stained her cheeks, and though she wanted to make him feel bad for the pain he was causing her, she realized she was babbling without thinking. She was telling him what he wanted to hear, not because he wanted to hear it, but because it was true.
"Love it!" she mumbled. "Yes, yes, I want more, more, more. Fuck me, Davey. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!"
Davey laughed, glad his sister was feeling the pleasure he wanted her to feel. He did love her. What he was doing was an expression of his love for her. He had to let her feel every last particle of pleasure.
His thighs moved more quickly now as his ass pistoned his cock in and out of his sister's squeezing quim. He literally pounded her soft, tender flesh as the thickness of his young phallus stretched the inner walls of her pussy all the more. His hands reached under her and gripped her firm buttocks, holding them in place so he could fuck into her all the harder. Her inner membranes felt liqueous as he stroked his throbbing phallus through them.
Susan felt him yank her thrusting cunt even closer to his pummeling cock-base as his maddened lunges into her filled the bedroom with echoing sounds of lascivious, slushy thrusts, blending with their moans and sighs of tormented pleasure. She could feel him urging himself in again and again, filling and re-filling her womanly passage with his manly club. She sensed Davey's breath becoming shorter and more gasping as it hissed out from tightly-closed lips. In the late afternoon sunlight streaking in through her bedroom window she could see his flesh glisten with perspiration. He was pounding more wildly now, totally out of control, and the pressure he was applying caused that certain something in her own cunt to build higher and higher.
Good God! She was going to have an orgasm. All the times she had watched the others: Betty, Vivian, her father, her brother, and even the four Black men fucking her mother, she could only imagine what an orgasm felt like. Imagination was nothing, in this case, compared to the actual happening. She could feel the sensations building up in her aching pussy at breakneck-speed. Yes, there was no question she would be having an orgasm. Even though her conscience warned her not to enjoy it, her body begged for it, pleaded for it, and Susan began understanding why her brother had become so addicted to what Betty had to offer.
Poor mother, she thought, and then her mouth opened as she yelled, "DAVEY!!! I can feel it ... "
"Yes, yes, yes," Davey squealed, accenting each yes with a forward thrust of his loins, slamming his manly cock into the hot, mired depths of her pleading quim; pleading to do it justice.
"Uh ... Uhhhh ... Uhhhhhhh ... Uhhhhhhhhhhaaaaarrrrrrggghhhhhuhh!" she bellowed, opening her mouth wide and screeching it out as loud as she could.
Wild thrills completely enveloped her, swamping her, drowning her in their marvelous sensations. Her head wildly spun from side to side as she no longer saw of heard. All she did was feel. She felt thrill after thrill shatter its way through her girlish body, making her hump her crotch all the higher and gobble in more of the swelling hardness already stuffing itself into her.
"Susan-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n ... " she heard him scream from a long way off. And then he bellowed a "Yaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggghhhh!"
Even as he blurted out the warnings of his climax the first heavy blasts of his burning, squooshy sperm exploded from the swelling tip of his solid prick. The gooey blast ran deep, flowing all the way up into her tight hole, splashing against all the inner walls. Susan felt the hot scorching splashes jet into her again and again, surging into her with the force of water bursting from a broken dam, searing her cunt, her uterus, even her fallopian tubes with the power of the blast. Every sore inch of her reamed-out tunnel was drenched in the soothing fire of his spurting sperm. Her pussylips tightened themselves around his sagging cock, trying to hold it in her as it slowly began deflating.
Hot trickling sensations could be felt running through the bottom of her asscrack, onto the bed. Her little brother had blasted so much sperm into her, it began backwashing, sliding out of her as his limp, shrunken phallus finally fell out.
Davey collapsed on top of her, his once-solid penis only a shriveled inch in length, now. He kissed the tips of her breasts letting her know how much he still loved her.
Susan felt good. She felt very good. If this was evil, then she was willing to face damnation. Fucking wasn't merely good, it was wonderful. And a cunt didn't care whose cock filled it. She could understand this now, and pitied her mother all the more. Davey was right. If you loved someone, fuck with that person.
CHAPTER NINE
Daddy! she thought. My wonderful daddy. He fucked Betty because he loved her. He also fucked his nurse, Vivian. And from what she'd overheard while he had been assfucking Vivian, her daddy had fucked a lot of young girls who had come in for orthodontic treatment. It was only right her daddy fuck her.
Was he willing? Would he go that far? Susan couldn't see why not. After all, her own mind had swung one hundred and eighty degrees around. She realized her mother was totally wrong. Fucking couldn't of itself, be evil. Nothing that felt that good could be bad. People did it all the time.
As to why others called it evil, Susan didn't care. She was no longer interested in the falsely pious pronouncements of hypocrites, who said one thing then practiced something else.
"Davey," she said, running her fingers through her brother's hair as he lay besides her, "that was wonderful. I understand everything, now. Do you think daddy would object to fucking me?"
"I don't see why not," Davey nodded. "He's been crazy about his little girl for the longest time, now. He might not admit it openly, but he wants to fuck you."
"How can you tell?" Susan asked.
"Just the way he acts when he's fucking Betty?"
"You mean you've been watching him?"
"Watching? Hell, sis, I've been helping him. Betty can't get enough of either of us. Sometimes we sandwich her between us. Other times one of us goes in her mouth while the other plugs her ass."
"Will you and daddy teach me all these things?" Susan asked.
"Sure," Davey nodded. "Why don't we talk it over with dad and Betty right after supper?"
"To think, I almost let Al Lasten do it," Susan said.
"Al's a creep," Davey nodded. "Just because I taught you how much fun fucking can be, don't go screwing around with just anyone. It's a lot more fun when y'do it with someone y'like."
The two fell asleep together on the bed and didn't wake up until Betty came in and shook them.
"Well, well, well," Betty said. "You two have had a busy afternoon. Did you enjoy yourselves?"
Betty was wearing a pair of pink slacks with a matching pullover sweater. It was obvious she had no bra on beneath the sweater.
"I ... liked it very much," Susan nodded.
"See what I mean about having to find things out for yourself?" Betty asked, and Susan nodded. "What's right for me might not be right for you, and vice versa. But no one will ever know until one experiences things."
"Betty," Susan asked, sitting up, feeling not in the least bit self-conscious about her nakedness, now, "would you object to having daddy fuck me?"
"Provided you don't become pregnant, I can't see anything wrong with the idea."
"I won't," Susan assured her. "It's much too early in my cycle for something like that to happen."
"This time, perhaps. But starting with your next period I think you should go on the Pill."
"If you say so. Golly, now that I look back on the past weeks, you've been more of a mother to me than my own mother ever was."
"I'm not trying to take your real mother's place, Susan, At least, not with you and Davey. I'd rather you think of me as a friend rather than a stepmother."
"Golly Betty, you're the most honest, straightforward person I know."
"Hey now, don't forget your father. He's a very honest guy."
"Y'know, I never even asked him things I talked to you about."
"In the future don't be afraid to talk to your father."
"How about after supper?" Susan asked, getting up.
"That would be a wonderful time. He's well-rested. He and I haven't done a thing all day."
"You won't get angry if I ask him to fuck me?" Susan wanted to know as she began dressing.
"Angry?" I think it's wonderful. Soon we'll be indulging in foursomes."
"Gosh, I think I'd like that."
"You will," Betty assured her. "I can promise you, you will."
Susan had on a pair of blue slacks with a matching sweater, as if countering the pink Betty was wearing. She brushed her hair, washed her face in the small, attached bathroom, then joined Davey who had gotten dressed.
The four sat down to dinner and had warmed-up fried chicken. When it was over and Ira Frank was sitting in an easy chair near the unused fireplace, Susan went and sat on his lap.
"Daddy," she said, putting her arms around his neck. "Can we have a little talk?"
"Sure, honey," he nodded. "What is it?"
"You saved me from getting hurt today," she said, "and I'm grateful you came home when you did."
"That little scumbag deserved to have his balls cut off," Ira Frank growled.
"You aren't really mad about what he wanted to do, are you?" Susan asked.
"I'm mad because he tried to force you to do it. If you'd have been willing to have him do that to you, I'd have given him my blessing."
"Then you think it's all right for me to fuck with other boys, if I want to?"
"Honey, your mother and I have been brought up with two different trains of thought. She thinks fucking of any kind is bad. I think rape is bad, but all other kinds of fucking can be very enjoyable."
"No matter who's involved?"
"Well, I'm not exactly crazy about fooling around with a dog, a horse, or even a monkey, but I'd say anything between two consenting humans, both of whom are old enough to understand what's going on, is okay."
"How about between brother and sister?"
"You mean you and Davey? Honey, as long as you take the proper precautions, enjoy yourself."
"How about between mother and son."
"If that's what the mother and son want, why not."
"And father and daughter?"
"Why ... uhhh ... Susan, what are you leading up to?"
"Come on, Davey," Betty said to her younger brother. "Let's you and I go into the bedroom and let father and daughter finish their heart-to-heart."
The two disappeared into the master bedroom, and Ira Frank said, "What's on your mind, baby?"
"Daddy, I love you," Susan whispered.
"I know. And I love you, too," he intoned.
"Daddy, today I discovered a lot of things about fucking. First and foremost I found out how wonderful it can be. Davey showed me this afternoon, while you and Betty were swimming."
"As long as you enjoyed yourself, honey."
"But daddy, I realized I wanted more. I wanted you."
"Honey, this is a big decision. This isn't something you can want one day, then forget about. It will live with you forever."
"That's nice, because I want to remember it forever. I want to fuck you, for as long as you're able to fuck. If I get married, I want my husband to understand he has to share me with you and Davey. He, in turn, can also share Betty. And if and when Davey gets married, I want his wife to be the same way."
"That's a lot of wanting, Pussycat."
"I know, but at least we can start by enjoying each other."
"I suppose," he nodded.
"Let's start tonight, daddy. I want to feel you fuck me. I want that big fat cock of yours jammed up into my pussy."
Ira Frank felt burning flames of lascivity shoot through his body in startling arousal. Damn! His sweet, wonderful beautiful daughter was no longer a religious prig. She wanted his cock. Oh God! What could be more wonderful than that. Ever since he'd been able to see how beautiful a woman she would become, Ira had been hot for Susan. But he would never have made advances to her. She was too wonderful a girl to shock or hurt in any way.
He felt his thighs beginning to smolder with lust for her. His baby, his little girl.
"Yes," he said to her. "Yes, Susie. We can start tonight. Wait a little while, until my food is digested. Then I'll give you all the cock you want."
"Daddy, you're wonderful," Susan said, and kissed him on the mouth.
For the first time, Ira Frank felt his daughter kiss him erotically. He felt her tongue poke into his mouth and search through it for all his erotic hotspots. The softness of her tender tongue really got to him. He couldn't wait until he taught her how to blow. To feel that warm, soft, sweet mouth enveloping his cock was a dream of a lifetime. Had anyone told him only an hour ago that he'd be getting ready to fuck his own daughter he'd have called them a liar.
He jumped when he felt her reach down with her hand and rub his phallic wand. His own hand was holding her ass tightly, squeezing it, rubbing it, and kneading it.
"That's really nice, daddy," she whispered. "Are you starting to get hot, or am I all wet?"
"I'm getting more than a little hot," he whispered. "And you are definitely all wet where it counts."
"Your cock is nice and hard, daddy."
"I know, princess. All because of you and that hot little hand of yours."
"Mmmmm, it feels so nice and stiff," she murmured. "Gosh, not even Davey had one this nice. Oh daddy, I want it inside me."
"Hell, honey. I want it inside you, too. Let's go and fuck."
"My bedroom?"
"There's plenty of room in mine."
"You mean we'll be screwing right next to Davey and Betty?"
"Does the idea bother you?"
"Golly no, daddy. I'd love it. I'd love to watch them doing it while you and I do it, too. And knowing they'll be looking at us makes me feel all the more excited."
Susan could feel her cunt twitching, anxious to feel a thick prick between the puffy slices of labia. To think her mother gave up her father's cock to go and marry a fanatic who was now dicking her with three other cocks in addition to his own. Well, that was mother's tough luck. She, Susan, had the abandoned cock and she was going to make good use of it.
She and her father walked into the bedroom. The bed was twice the size of the one in the smaller bedroom. Its headboard was against the far wall. There was no need to turn on lights. A large, full moon was slanting beams through the window, making the room as bright as if a streetlamp were shining in. They didn't bother shutting the door. The light from the sitting room helped a bit, too.
Susan turned to face her father, not looking at the couple already on the bed. She could see his eyes glittering in the dark and realized how much he must have wanted her all these years. Poor, wonderful daddy, never once wanting to do anything to hurt anyone. He deserved the best she could give him.
Undoing the hook at the top of her pants, she slowly, teasingly let the pants slide down and pool at her feet. She was completely naked underneath, and the soft, dark curls on her pelvis seemed to glow in the moonlight. She stepped out of the pants and kicked them off to the side. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and let it flutter to the floor, thrusting her small breasts proudly forward.
Her body was a magnificent sight. She could hear the strong intake of her father's breath as he watched, gasping.
Ira Frank's hands fumbled at his own belt, and in less than thirty seconds he was as naked as his daughter.
"I'm all yours, daddy," she whispered.
He moved to her, gathered her tiny frame in his arms, bent his head, and kissed her. Her lips were wine, and her tongue was ambrosia as it licked through his mouth, Susan shuddered, feeling him pull her tightly against him. She could feel his monstrous, throbbing cock press into her belly. She had been afraid of Davey's fearing it was too large to do anything other than hurt her. Now she was frightened her father's was so large it just might not fit in. It just had to.
Their lips parted as they heard the grunting sounds on the bed. Susan turned to look with her father right behind her, now pressing his thick cock into the crease between her asscheeks. Ohhhh! It felt good.
Taking a deep breath she stared at the two figures now entangled on the bed. Betty lay there on her back, her body all silvery in the moonlight. Her knees were upraised as she dug her heels into the mattress, grinding her ass and twitching as she moaned. And the reason for her moaning was Davey's face, buried in the hot slot beneath her black curls, licking voraciously: Betty's fur-rimmed pussy seemed to surround his face as he pressed his tongue all the way up into her sweet vaginal passage. Davey was humming with contentment as he lapped, and Betty was sighing loudly, thrilling to the sensations his running tongue was causing.
"God!" Ira whispered into Susan's ear. "Look at that kid go. He's one hot little cuntlapper."
The sound of his voice tickled Susan's ear as lascivious thrills rifled through her. The sight was fantastically arousing. Her own breath was stuck in her throat, staring at the way her brother's tongue lapped into and out of Betty's seething box, while at the same time she felt the rock-hard pressure of her father's turgid phallus rubbing between her asscheeks. Her belly was madly vibrating as she heard the loud, sucking, lapping noises of her brother sucking off her stepmother's vibrating box.
And then her father's hand was under her arm, grabbing her left mammary, squeezing hard. His entire hand cupped the fullness of her small breast, digging his palm into the nipple, feeling it swell and harden, delightfully enlarging under his masterful caress.
Susan gasped at the thrill of the hand, then pressed her asscheeks back against the rubbing phallus with a wild, undulating motion. The pressure of her soft ass against his rubbery glans had its effect as she felt his hand squeeze her tit even harder.
"How's my baby's cunt?" he asked.
"Still just a little sore from what Davey did," she replied. "But it's ready for more."
"Let's give that sweet pussy a chance to recover a bit more. What say I de-virginize your lovely ass."
"Like you did with Vivian?" she asked.
"God!" he muttered. "How'd you ever find out about that?"
"Someday I'll tell you," she mocked, smiling.
"Yes, dear. The same way I fucked Vivian. Right in the ass."
She tightened her body, thrilled to hear her father talk to her as if she were an adult. He was going to fuck her like a grown-up, so he behaved toward her as if she were grown-up. No pussyfooting, no using little-girl words. He wanted to fuck her in her ass. How deliciously depraved it sounded. How wonderful the words were to her ears. To feel his licentious cock ramming itself into the tightness of her asshole. And her asshole was smaller than her cunt, while his cock was thicker than Davey's. And yet ... she wanted it. She wanted everything. Had she been able to have three cocks buried in her at once, she would gladly have had it.
As she thought about it, she stared at Davey, who was still licking madly between Betty's thighs. And the pressure of her father's solid, unbending cock rubbing in her asscrack sent more waves of wanton lust charging through her helpless body.
Yes! Yes indeed! Davey had already taken the virginity from her cunt. Why shouldn't her father be allowed to have her anal cherry. She had still to taste a penis in her mouth, but that would come later. There were no longer any guilt feelings inside her. Why not let her darling daddy fuck her asshole. Vivian had really enjoyed it. Was there any reason why she shouldn't?
Turning her face until she was looking into her father's flashing eyes, she said, "Yes, daddy. "Fuck that wonderful hard cock of yours into my ass. You go right ahead and do it."
His breath coming gutturally from his chest, all agog at his daughter's willingness, Ira guided Susan to the bed. Once there, he made her climb onto the bed on her hands and knees, facing Betty and Davey, so she could watch what they were doing. Then he moved up close to her tiny, twitching buttocks, gripping his thick cock in his hand, while using the thumb and fingers of his other hand to part his daughter's asscheeks so he could get a clear view of her puckered anus in the moonlight. Even then, he found it difficult not to stare at the way his son was slurping into his wife's creaming cunt.
He used his forefinger to tease her asshole, and was delighted and surprised to hear his daughter squeal with pleasure.
Releasing his cock for the moment, he licked his forefinger and pressed the tip against the rubbery sphincter of his lovely daughter's ass. He pressed it in slowly, wiggling it about, listening as his daughter whimpered all the more loudly. With the other fingers of the one hand, and his entire other hand, he carefully tugged the moonshaped cheeks of his daughter's upraised ass apart, stretching the sphinctral opening as wide as possible. Then he humped his ass forward so the head of his throbbing cock took the place of the finger he had lodged against the tight little muscle. Rotating his hips, he pressed the onionshaped head tightly against the tiny, crinkled hole.
Susan was shaking, less with fear than a mixture of apprehension and desire. She remembered how much it had hurt when her brother's smaller cock had first violated her larger, vaginal hole. She could feel the huge, bulblike point of her father's throbbing cock resting against her asshole, and she shivered, thinking, I hope it doesn't hurt too much. Please God, don't let it hurt too much. But even if it does hurt, so what! It's my father's cock. I once was inside that cock, floating around in an ocean of seminal fluid. Turnabout is fair play. I was in the cock. Now the cock is going into me. Oh Lord! I'm burning up. Pain or no pain. I want that wonderful cock ... oooooooh, just looking at the way Davey is eating Betty's cunt is driving me wild. Ooooooooh yesssssss ...
"AAiiiieeeeeeee ..." she yelped aloud, shutting all thoughts from her mind as a strong agony tore through her tender body. With a single, mad thrust, her father had driven his throbbing cock head far enough into her tight rectum so her sphincter was unable to squeeze the cock out. Grabbing her hips, he drove the phallus a little deeper. Susan rotated her hips, trying to widen her rectal opening, making the plunging cock fit in all the easier. She felt him pull back a little, to take a deep breath, then drive forward again, ramming his mighty prong farther up into her tight little asshole. One more time, and she felt the full, thick, heavy rod totally buried in her rectum. Then he began flexing his hips, pulling back, slamming forward, seesawing his cock in and out. The pressure pushed her body forward, forcing her to press her head into the mattress, preventing her from enjoying the sight of Davey lapping into Betty's steaming cauldron.
She felt her father plunging in strongly, fucking her as powerfully as he had fucked Vivian, giving no thought to her tender youth as he rammed his thick, solid dork in and out. Each time she felt him slam forward, the tip of his shuddering cock seemed to press right up into her colon. And each time he thrust into her, her asshole stretched a little wider. For some reason, her rectal channel seemed to have considerable more elasticity than her seething pussy, and the sharp pains decreased and soon disappeared to nothingness. Even so, there were sharp stings.
"Qooooooh ... daddy ... " she gasped. "Daddy ... it feels so ... different ... uhhhhhhhh ... keep doing ... ahhhhhhhh ... it ... "
"Good girl," Ira Frank gasped. "Good girl. Just keep fucking that sweet ass of yours back. Just keep pumping it ... thatta girl ... that's my sweet baby ... Susie, Susie, you have the best ass I've ever fucked, and believe ... ahhhhh ... your father ... I've fucked a whole lot of them ... "
Electrical sensations were shooting through Susan's ass as she felt the mighty stanchion continue ramming through her anal tunnel. Little by little her ass-channel expanded a bit more, and slowly, very slowly, the feeling of desire welled up inside her. Yes, there could be an orgasm here, too. She remembered seeing Vivian react wildly as her father had continued pumping into her. Well now she was getting the same thrills. Yes, yes, it felt awfully good. It was lascivious, it was almost doglike, yet she loved this violation of her rear hole. Her head pounded on the bed again and again, and she slammed her ass back harder and harder against her father's throbbing meat, feeling his mighty testicles all but smash against her perineum. There was a loud smacking sound as his belly thwacked into her rounded asscheeks.
"Daddy ... " she gasped, her throat suddenly dry. "I love it ... oh daddy ... it feels so ... good ... ooooooooh daddy ... fuck me harder in there ... fuck my ass ... fuck it ... fuck it ..."
And she felt him fucking harder, just as she begged, his massive balls swelling and swelling with come-juice as his scrotum got tighter and tighter. He was staring at his son and his wife as they continued enjoying themselves with the boy's mouth tightly glued to the woman's fuming crack.
Betty watched her husband fucking his daughter's ass and felt happy for him. She had known he'd harbored a secret desire for incest with his girl, and she was glad both he and Susan were satisfying that desire, as well as a desire on Susan's part.
She lay there shivering with delight as Davey's tongue voraciously lapped through her seething cunt, drinking the flowing ooze from her cunt. With her thighs pressed against Davey's ears, she was certain he was barely aware of the presence of the others. Not that it mattered much, anyway. Betty didn't want him distracted from eating. She enjoyed his way of cuntlapping too much. She rammed her tight, hair-lined snatch right up against his open mouth, splaying the sopping lips all over the front of his face as his tongue moved up and down inside her crack. The warm deliciousness of her pussy water was all his for the moment.
Davey was fully aware of the presence of the other two. How could he not be aware when he felt the pressure of their weight on the bed, next to him. But he was too occupied, sucking the drool from Betty's delicious cunt to even care at the moment.
Betty watched the way her husband continued pumping his meat into his daughter's ass and it only made her hotter. She clenched her thighs all the more tightly around her stepson's head, rubbing her steaming hole all the harder against his eagerly-eating mouth. Her fingers were tightly clenching his hair while pressing his face even deeper into her oven. She had no wish for him to raise his head and look, thereby breaking the continuity of his feasting. She could feel every little sensation of his tongue and was always aware of exactly what he was doing. When he licked the rim of her outer lips she shuddered and rubbed her body up and down. When he drove his tongue stiffly into the center of her frothing kiln she felt the way his mouth seemed to fuck her almost as expertly as a cock.
Betty was fully aware of how stiff Davey's cock was, and she knew it hurt to have it press into the bed like that. Even so, she wanted her orgasm first. After that, she'd be glad to do whatever she could to make him happy. She was fully aware he wanted his dong sucked while he was eating her. But to get involved in a soixante neuf would rob her of the pleasurable sight of Ira sloughing into Susan's ass.
Davey felt the bed shaking violently under his body, and he heard a strange mixture of sounds. Even with Betty's thighs pressed against both ears he heard his sister's agonized scream when her father rammed his solid dork all the way up into her asshole for the first time. He recognized the scream. After all, Susan had screamed the same way with him, earlier. Yet, even though his father's heavy cock was larger than his, Davey knew it wasn't thick enough to make the girl scream with pain another time.
And then, a few minutes later, he made out jumbled cries of lust and urging. What was his father doing? Then he managed to make out the word "asshole." Wow! Pop was fuckin' Susan in her asshole. Wow! Hot damn! He had to see it. Why should only Betty have the fun of watching his sister getting her ass reamed out?
Betty felt him pulling her thighs apart. She struggled to keep him locked in, but he was strong for such a young boy.
"Davey," Betty yelped. "For heaven's sake, not now, not now. Please, for God's sake, finish me!"
She felt his lips mash against her sweet cuntlips again, and this time he took her pearly clit and compressed it tightly between his lips, using his tongue as a mad flail, whipping it again and again and again as she writhed madly on the bed.
She bounced her body wildly up and down, pressing her soft thighs tightly against his face, scrunching his cheeks and jaws tightly between them. Spasm after wild spasm blasted through her body as she humped her pussy against his lapping mouth again and again.
And then she couldn't take it any longer. Opening her thighs, she released Davey's head. He sat up and gasped for air, sweat falling from his face in bullets. Pressing his youthful body to Betty's, hugging her tight so she could get the most from her climax, he stared at the way his father's solid member plunged into his sister's asshole again and again.
Susan stared at him and smiled, her eyes riveted on his solid cock as her father continued plunging his spear in and out of her tight rectum. Her buttocks rotated madly around, ramming back hard against her father's pistoning prick. She could tell by the wanton look in his eye that Davey was wishing his own cock was buried in her tight little asshole.
And that was precisely what Davey was thinking. Wanton, rakish sensations gnawed at him, making his already-stiff prong even harder, making him want to fuck into his sister. God! She was so beautiful, so stunning. Even though he was staring at her beautiful face, he imagined the sight of her gorgeous rump, thinking it was his own stiff cock running into that tight rectal pucker. The way her ass was rising and falling made him all the hotter. And the sight of his father lewdly fucking Susan's ass drove him even wilder, especially since she was groaning with licentious delight.
"Yes, yes, yes," Susan sighed. "Ohhhhhhhhhh dadddddyyyyyy, it feels so wonderful in there. Mmmmmmmmmm ... "
Her voice was sighing cadently, the rhythm broken only by the loud slapping of her father's balls against her body. Those lovely, sperm-filled balls would soon be emptying their contents into her tight ass. She could hardly wait.
Betty lay there, slowly recovering from her after-climax. Susan, even through the red haze of lust inside her, saw Davey needed help. Her wild pleadings and passionate cries were building him to an even higher pitch. She beckoned to him, and he slid across the bed. She had intended making him lay back while she de-virginized her mouth with his cock, but such was not Davey's intention ... He remembered the wonderful tightness of his sister's cunt, and he wanted in there again. It would be even tighter with the way his father's cock was filling her asshole, pressing against the wall of membrane separating her ass channel from her vaginal interior. He pressed his body against hers, coming into the delightful pressured contact of her hip.
Susan felt her brother's body quiver as it touched hers. Still shish-kebabed on her father's cock in her ass, she turned her body toward her brother. His fingers ran up and down over her body, and she thrilled when he grabbed her nipples and began pulling on them. With his feet, he pushed between her thighs spreading her loins wide. Then he slowly began slipping his body down between her thighs. His ankles, then his shins, then his knees, and finally his thighs slid between her heated loins. As she felt him move, she slapped her small breasts against his body, arousing him to an even greater pitch.
Snugly under his sister, Davey pulled her mouth to his, and the two began sucking one another's tongues. His hands wrapped themselves in her soft, long brown hair.
Susan's warm, wet, pouting lips parted again and again as her tongue continued spilling into her brother's mouth. Her hands wandered all over his body, slowly moving down between his thighs, finally grasping his lance of desire in a hard, viselike grip. She squeezed it harder and harder, tugging on it for a few moments, but soon realized there was no need to try making it any harder. It just couldn't get any harder. Then she began aiming it between the portals of her sweet pussylips.
"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped between kisses. "Fill my mouth with your tongue and my cunt with your wonderful prick. I love you, Davey. I love you with all my heart. Come into me, Davey. Fuck me good. Really good!"
She panted, working the solid, rubbery phallic dome of his strongly-pulsating cock against her labia for a few moments as her own fingers rubbed the nub of her erect clitoris.
"Ooooooooh," she sighed as her brother's hard penis slowly pushed its way between her burning fleshy flaps, making flaming contact with the inner, tight channel of her vagina.
The mere thought of being able to unleash another torrent of semen into his sister's clutching pussy, this time while his father ploughed into her ass, made Davey all the more aroused. He gasped when her hotly tickling fingers eased their way up whatever part of the staff was not yet in her until they got to the balls. She reached below his cock and squeezed his nuts very gently. Her hand rubbed tantalizingly against the wrinkled scrotum, moving it up and down against his tight balls. The more her fingers tickled his balls, the nearer his penis came, sinking more of its extended length into her. She felt his hips responding to the way she was caressing his cojones. He moved closer and closer until the full length of him was sheathed in the blazing, flooded channel of her tight cunt. Her inner membranes seemed to fit around his throbbing pole like a tight-fitting hood just made for it.
She could tell her brother could no longer hold himself back. He reared back, then thrust himself forward again, his phallus thundering into his sister like a bolt of lightning, blasting aside everything in its path, sinking deeper and deeper until all that couldn't get into her was his balls. His thighs smacked up smartly into hers as his hairy pelvis mixed with hers. His hands were caressing her slender waist, holding tight as he thrust his prong up and in again and again.
Davey continued pronging lustily into Susan's tight twat, sensing the speeding up of his father's cock as it worked its way through Susan's tight ass. Little by little the plunging rhythm of the two men began coming together. They staked into her two holes in joint rhythm as though she were some Aztec sacrifice with two hearts to be stabbed into at the same time.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Susan yelled. "Oh yes, you two wonderful men, fuck me in both ... uhhhhh ... places at ... ahhhh ... once. This is wonderful ... wonderful ... wonderful ... ahhhhh ... yes ... yes ... fuck ... "
And suddenly there was Betty, all recovered from her own orgasm, anxious to become a part of the m�nage. Off to the side, she reached between the pressing bodies of brother and sister until she felt the tight, rolling nubbin of Susan's tit. New flames were burning inside Betty, building to new heights. She rubbed Susan's nipple until it was large as a ripe red strawberry. Then she rubbed the other one.
Releasing Susan's nipples, Betty reversed herself, pulling Susan's head down to the bed, pushing Davey's face out of the way, then yanking Susan by the ears until her own face was between her two thighs. She wanted Susan to suck her pussy just as her brother had done before.
Susan stared down into the pink center of Betty's honey pot. A few hours ago this would have been the height of depravity. Now it was a new pleasure to be discovered, learned, and enjoyed.
Her face moved down into the hot trough of the slurping pussy, but as her mouth came closer, she sensed Davey's mouth there, as well. The dewy, shining gash was there, presented in delightful ravishment for both their lips. Betty shifted her own head so she could watch the brother and sister work on her.
Susan's head now rested on one of Betty's thighs, and Davey's head was pillowed on the other. The brother and sister brought their mouths together, letting their tongues once again intertwine. And then their heads turned inward, each mouth pressing against one of the peach like labial slices, their tongues licking and lapping as their cheeks pressed hard against each other. Susan's tongue tasted the delicious musk being exuded from Betty's sweet pussy. Now she could understand just why her brother was so anxious to eat his stepmother all the time. Her tongue pressed against her brother's as it fitted into the vertical groove of Betty's opened vaginal slash. Susan lapped upward, using her tongue to part the gleaming flaps. Her tongue licked out at the small, vibrating clitoris, and Betty sighed almost uncontrollably as Susan's tongue licked in and out.
The fourteen year old girl felt her father's throbbing prick continue to pound away at her ass, while her brother's seething cock burned its way into the tight confines of her cunt again and again. Their mouths took turns sucking Betty's humping snatch, and occasionally they pressed both tongues together and slid it into Betty's shuddering hole.
The anal climax she had been feeling, tingling in the depths of her rectum suddenly blossomed into fruition, and as Davey continued pounding into her stormy pussy while lapping Betty's hot nookie, Susan squealed a, "Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaiiiiii-yyyyyaaagghhhh!"
She squirmed wildly, finding it difficult to buck being sandwiched between the two thrusting cocks. Still, the rectal climax was overpowering, and her asscheeks clenched her wonderful daddy's cock all the harder, squeezing, crushing, until she suddenly felt the hot slam of her father's sperm gush into her bowels. The flaming liquid scoured her rectum and her colon, blasting whitely into her, making her gasp and cry. Like shooting balm it coated her rectal interior, and as her father's pecker softened, the mushy sperm removed all friction.
Long before her father had softened enough to pull out, Susan felt a second orgasm well up inside her heaving pussy, and now she applied heavy pressure with her vulva, wresting every last bit of friction from her brother's up thrust cock. It rammed into her again and again as she mewled a high-pitched, "Yiiiiiiiiiii!"
Like a shark caught on two hooks she writhed madly, feeling the two orgasms mesh inside her, one absorbed into the other, building to unbelievable heights. She blasted up and over the edge, as if she were in a roller coaster car that had run out of track on top of Mt. Everest. She went trailing off into space, her body still compressed between the masculine torsos of her brother and father, while her face was buried in the morass of Betty's steaming, swamp like pussy.
More flames shot into her body as her brother unleashed his second orgasm, sending drops of thick come as far into her trammeled cunt as they would go. And then Betty's thighs crushed Davey's face against hers as their tongues probing together, brought Betty to a second orgasm.
Somehow they became untangled, and the four slept in the one bed that night, too tired to do anything else.
CHAPTER TEN
The week the Frank Family spent at the mountain cabin was the wildest in the lives of any of them. And when they returned home they continued. Occasionally Betty and Susan would make it together without either of the men. On-rare occasions the two girls would gang up on one of the men, and whenever a monthly cycle interfered, the two men would gang up on one usable female. But most of the time it was one on one, with Susan or Betty scoring individually with Ira or Davey.
Toward the middle of August, one night, the family was having supper when they heard the sound of fire engines. The sounds moved away from them, heading toward the poorer section of town. Every now and again a fire would start somewhere, and the volunteer fire force was one of the best in the state.
The Frank Family thought very little about it until some hours later, when the front doorbell rang. Susan answered the door and saw her mother, Abigail Stokes, standing on the front porch.
"May I come in?" her mother asked with downcast eyes.
Her hair was all messed, her clothing was covered with soot and torn. She looked even thinner than when Susan had spied on her some months earlier.
Susan led her mother into the living room.
"What's wrong?" Ira Frank asked, getting to his feet, seeing his former wife.
"My husband is dead," she whimpered. "The fire was in his church. He rushed in to try to save what he could, and a wall collapsed on him. I'm sorry, Ira. It's just that I'm so alone, now. I don't know where to go or what to do?"
"You'll stay here with us until you can settle yourself somewhere," Betty Frank insisted.
Susan now realized why she loved Betty so. There was no viciousness in her. She was always good. She was as good in reality, as her mother had claimed people ought to be, though good in a different sense. Betty's goodness was not sexual abstinence goodness. It was real goodness, the kind that comes from inside a person.
Betty led Abigail upstairs and insisted she soak in a hot bath. Then she gave her some decent clothing to wear, a simple blue house dress, bra, panty, and stockings.
When the two women returned to the living room, Betty brought Abigail a cup of coffee. The family sat solicitously around Abigail's chair.
"I've been a big fool," Abigail finally said, finishing her coffee and sitting back. "I let all this go for a horrible life, where I had to find out for myself, the hard way, how wrong I was about a lot of things. No, I'm not trying to work my way back into this house. I can see it's a happy house."
"Take it easy," Ira told her. "You're overwrought."
"You mean because of the death of Ezekiel? Perhaps! It took his fervor to make me realize how stupid I've been. He and I practice the same religion, only we practice it differently. He explained his way was to open one's body freely, and physically drive out all the evils. He was a good man. But I didn't love him. I thought I did, at first. But after awhile I realized I came to love all the physical things he did to me. He taught me the true sin was in withholding myself, not only from him, but from all good men."
"Look," Ira told her. "Suppose we talk about all this in the morning, huh? We all need a good night's sleep."
"Is there a spare bed in Davey's room?" Abigail asked.
"It's still there," Ira nodded. "Are you sure you'll be comfortable there?"
"Positive. After all, I'll be with my own son."
Davey felt disappointed. Not that he wasn't glad to see his mother, in spite of all her former fanatical beliefs. But he had planned on spending the night with Susan. Now, with his mother around, that was obviously impossible.
Abigail went upstairs to Davey's room. Her heart should have been filled with grief for her dead husband, but it wasn't. She was sorry he was dead, and she would mourn for him. But there was no way she would ever be able to return to his neighborhood.
The worst part of it all was, in his chastising of her, he had driven in a powerful need for his body. He would fuck her every single night, even when her time of the month came. Now she felt alone, so empty. Her second husband, in his pious zeal, had addicted her to his cock. And now she was without it. She would mourn more for that than anything else.
Undressing, she prepared to get nakedly into bed when Davey suddenly entered the room. The sight of her son's youthful, vigorous body sent wild shudders racing through her. And Davey, stunned by the slender beauty of his own mother, merely closed the door, whispering, "God, ma! You're really great-looking."
Once she would have gone screaming through the house how her son had looked at her nakedness. She would have yelled about his having sinned evilly. Now, after all the "treatments" she had received at the hands of her husband and his "brethren," she no longer thought foolishly about the evils and sins of coitus. He had used his mighty cock to drive evil from her, therefore the cock could not be, evil. This being the case, her son's cock, the penis attached to the being she had brought forth from her own body could not be evil. And with no husband to service her, the need for cock became overpowering.
"Do you like my body, David?" she asked.
He had only intended nodding, but the mere action was enough to rouse the wanton senses inside him. Any self-control he might have had disappeared as he walked over to her, throwing himself against her, and crushing his mouth down on the ripe lips she seemed to be offering to him. It was a lip-smashing, teeth-jarring, tongue-lashing kiss as his arms, wrapped themselves around her. His hands immediately fell to her ass, gripping her full cheeks in a wild, clutching grasp. Abigail shuddered, knowing she wanted the boy. She could feel his heavy prick through his pants, a twitching pillar of urgent fire as he unashamedly ground it into the softness of her belly and pubis. His hands pressed her ass all the more tightly, pushing her pelvis even more strongly against him, his fingertips pressing into the crack in her ass while his tongue sank almost into her throat.
"Davey, Davey," she whispered when his mouth released hers. "It's all right, it's all right, Mother wants you as much as you want her. Yes, yes, I've changed, changed completely. I understand things so much better, now. It's too late for me to be a mother to you, but at least I can be a woman for you."
She slammed her full, heavy breasts against the boy's chest, continuing to grind her pelvis against his body even when his hands no longer clutched her asscheeks. She could see the boy was stunned, yet he wanted to believe, and kept testing her by kissing her, or licking at her turgid nipples. She responded every time, even guiding his hand into the nest between her thighs. She helped him out of his clothes, then without turning off the lamp, they slithered into bed together. When his thick cock rubbed against her thighs, she smiled, letting him know it was what she wanted. They clutched atone another, rolling from one side of the bed to the other as they fervidly kissed, one long burning kiss after another. Her burning breath filled his mouth as her opulent thighs seemed to track his waving cock and home in on it, hungry to feel it buried in the bubbling depths of her anxious pussy.
All senses seemed so much stronger, now. She could look at Davey and see the way he stared at her, appreciating her as a woman rather than as his mother. When he touched her she shivered, his fingertips were like static electricity shooting through her. Her constant panting reverberated in his hairs, just as his heavy breathing tickled her ears. The simple sound of flesh sliding against flesh enhanced their fevered want for one another. Each could smell and taste the passionate need of the other as Abigail's full form surged strongly against the solid body of her youthful son. She thrilled to the sensation of his hand running from one breast to the other, caressing and tantalizing her nipples to full erectness. Then his hand slid down across her soft belly into the humid cave of her now-wanton cunt His fingers pulled, plucked and teased her clit until it swelled and came out from behind the fold of membrane where it had been hiding. And at the same time her own hand was wildly tugging on the boy's erect phallus, stopping only to caress his youthful balls.
Her snakelike legs, two writhing anacondas, entwined themselves around him, holding him all the more closely to her. Her own seeking hands were now around his back, pulling him ever closer, urging him to roll on top of her. Pressed tightly against her, he did exactly that, gripping her shaking asscheeks, settling his face between the pressing weights of her bulbous breasts. Abigail's thighs opened wide, fitting around his flat, youthful hips, feeling the heat emanating from his flesh. And then she felt the rounded knob of his anxious cock press between the clutching, palpitating gates of flesh guarding her seething cunt. The thrusting cock seemed to forge ahead with no hands to guide it, fitting itself into the tight furrow from whence David had emerged more than thirteen years before.
"Davey ..." she gasped. "Sweet Davey ... my own little boy ... my wonderful son ... oh Godddd! I've already ... uhhhh ... commme ... uuuhhhhh ... don't stop ... don't stop ... I want to come again and again and again. Put it all the way in ... "
"Mom!" she heard him gasp, and felt the hot tears of love pouring from his eyes.
The wonderful darling. The marvelous boy. She'd forgotten just how much she'd missed him.
She felt him driving inward, feeling her molten membranes resist, then suddenly sear, suck in, and swallow the pressuring obtruder as her hole constricted itself on its lancing length. Her tissues shiveringly and tinglingly gripped his solid mass of cock, sucking it ever deeper. Her thighs wrapped themselves around him, pressing him firmly against her tender body. Her hands desperately groped across his youthful back and buttocks, rubbing, pressing, even scratching. Inside her, a smooth skewer of flaming muscle filled her anguished vortex of pussy in a burning crush as she groaned, "Davey, sweet Davey. How you've grown up. You're so large down there ... uhhhhh ... keep pushing ... ohhhhhhh ... you're filling me. up ... ahhh ... "
His solid penis had worked its way in without once having to draw back for leverage. Yet it fitted nicely, touching every part of her inner membranes. And now he applied more force, ramming his cock up against her upper vaginal wall, where most of her nerves were located. His knobby dome was buried deep in the farthest clutches of her soft, tender interior. She felt him start to tug back, resisting the constant pressure of her wrapped-around thighs. The weighty penis began sliding back, pulling through her membranes as if fighting its way back through a sea of mucilage. She could feel him inhaling and exhaling heavily, almost gasping.
The mighty truncheon drove forward again, going in full length, the pressure of her thighs aiding him. Half his cock came sliding out again, only to once more ram itself into her.
Ahhhh hahhhh ... ahhhh hahhhh ... ahhhh hahhhhh ... " she grunted as he began a steady, cadent fucking into her. Her breath was the punctuation of his powerizing strokes. And though she felt the thickness grind deep into her body, there seemed to be no great effort on his part as he drove into her again and again. Yet the force of his strokes made the bed tremble, tightening and loosening the concertina like interior of her overanxious cunt. Each jolt made her heavy breasts bounce, forcing the meaty circles of her ass to open and close, making her locked thighs shudder and tighten like a winding clock spring. Jolt after jolt tremored through her firm body, backfiring into his body, an endless, vicious circle of fucking constantly renewing itself again and again.
Abigail's moans were a constant rhythmic tribute to his repeated plungings. Burning pleasure hurriedly ran through the entire length of her blazing canal as his bloated, swollen organ continued hammering away inside. Each concussion of flesh against flesh caused her senses to swirl and enlarge into an eternally growing sense of utter inner totality. Her dead husband had taught her the virtues of the cock, but it had been a strictly medicinal thing as far as he had been concerned. Now Abigail could understand the need for love in fucking as the second orgasm in her body began building. Because of this love, and her understanding of it, she knew the intensity of the oncoming orgasm would supersede everything else she'd ever felt. There was a wild, paroxysmic orgasm about to overwhelm her. Every magnificent plunge of his working phallus into her clutching cunt enhanced the turbulent sensation building in her body to unbelievable proportions. It was becoming more and more overpowering, even if it felt as if he could go on fucking her forever.
Yet even forever comes to an end. What starts moving, must eventually stop. What seems to be irresistible force must eventually spend itself, and what appears to be immovable must move. So it was with Davey and his mother beyond all infinities of rapture they'd ever believed possible. As a meteor, which goes on unendingly in space suddenly falls into the atmosphere of the earth and burns itself up, so did the thrashing couple move to their ultimate apex.
Davey felt an agonizing vortex of semen swirl through the depths of his testicles. It whirled and whirled until it seemed to be funneling itself up through the narrow tubes leading in turn to yet another narrow tube which would take the flaming ointment out of his body, jetting it into the tight, agonized sheath of the woman he called his mother.
"Maaaaa ... " she heard him screech. "Oh ma, I love you, oh maaaa ... I'm' ... uhhh ... commmmmiiiiiiinnnnnngggggguuuuhhhhh!"
Cataclysms of climactic turbulence swelled in his loins, tightened his backbone, and rattled the very ribs of his skeletal cage. Abigail's thighs clamped all the more tightly around him, her body a contracting cage closing with spine-bending pressure around him. She, too, was on the verge of orgasm. Her body was steel-hard and totally unbending as her mouth opened and her soft moan became a loud groan, which in turn became a noisy, violent, howling screech.
"Dawwiiiiiiddddd! Aaaarrrggghhhaagghh!"
Her screeching voice became a. solid vale of maddening sound enclosing the two of them as he fucked wildly into her, spurting the last of his cloying liquid into the farthest reaches of her cunnus. His white come splashed into the puddles of lubricious ointment she had filling her tunnel. The agonizing, wonderful peak of ultimate pleasure held them for a longtime, making them cling to one another, violently trembling and shaking, and yet, through all the violence and shuddering both felt the warmth and contentment of love for one another.
Sin? Abigail thought to herself. Sin? Is that what she had been taught in her youth, that this wondrous, shuddering, world-shattering sensation was sin?
Maybe there were other people in the world who would go on believing it, but she knew better, where was no sin in something like this. It had taken her second husband, more devoutly fanatic in his ways than she had been in hers, to bring her to this realization. For this she would always mourn him. His not being around to educate others was a great loss to the world as a whole.
This was her boy. He had made love to her, giving her all that was in his body. Anyone calling this evil was stupid and foolish as she had once been. And because of her stupidity and blind, unreasoning assininity, she had lost this family.
She wanted them back. Oh how she wanted them back. But she had no wish to deprive Betty of her husband. THAT would be a real sin. Betty had given her comfort and solace at a time when she very dearly needed it. One did not repay goodness with evil.
Abigail fell asleep clutching her son's body very tightly to her. It would be a body she would miss once she left the house. And she had to leave. She had no right to remain and destroy the happiness that existed here.
She awoke the following morning long after everyone else was up. In the warm, bright light of day she felt no sorrow for what she had done. She would gladly do it again and again and again, and not for the sake of others, either. She would do it for her own sake.
What was the use of ruminating. The time had come for her to find a place to live. She had to seek out a good man, and this time see if she could be as good to him as Betty was to Ira.
Dressing in the clothes Betty had given her, she went downstairs to the kitchen. The entire family was up and waiting.
"What are your plans now?" Ira asked.
"I ... don't know," she replied, sitting at the table while Betty brought her eggs, toast, and coffee.
"I think you should stay here with us," Betty said.
"I can't do that," Abigail stammered. "How would it be, me, the former wife, and you, the present wife, living under the same roof. People would talk."
"Not really," Betty pointed out. "After all, you've just been through a crisis and we helped you."
"But how would you feel about my living here?"
"I think it'd be wonderful," Betty replied. "I love both kids, but I could never begin to take the place of their real mother."
"I know, but ... "
"But what?" Ira asked.
"Ira, I'm not the same woman. I've changed an awful lot. I've come to realize how horrible I was to you. I had no right doing such terrible things. And it's because I've changed that I don't have the right to be here. I mean, watching you and Betty, and not having a man of my own ... "
"You can use Ira until you do get a man of your own," Betty insisted.
"What?" Abigail asked.
"You heard me," Betty implied. "You need a man, Ira is at your disposal. And if you get tired of Ira you can go back to using Davey."
"You know ... " Abigail said, blushing.
"With all the noise you made last night it'd be kind of difficult for us not to know," Susan told her mother.
"And none of you disapproves?"
"We kind of like the idea," Betty told her. "We also like the idea of you joining us. You see, we're every bit as loving as you've become. And if you want, we'll prove it."
"And in case you should happen to dig up another man you come to like very much," Ira told her, "you can either leave with him, or bring him in to join our love games."
"Are you all really sure you want me to stay?" Abigail asked.
"Positive," they all announced.
"Okay," she agreed. "But Betty is the female head of this house, not me."
"Who cares about the head," Ira laughed, approaching his former wife as she stood. "What I'm interested in is, who is the best cunt in this house?"
"As far as I'm concerned, all three are equally good," Davey announced.
"Well now," Ira insisted, "I'm just going to have to find it all out for myself, aren't I."
