Incest has been with man since time immemorial. True, scientific evidence has proven it is genetically unsound for immediate members of a family to have intercourse, yet there are places in the world where incest is still common.
The religious sect in this book is purely fictional, though it could be real. As for fathers sleeping with their daughters, hundreds of newspaper accounts every year report on male parents being arrested for molesting their own children. And how many other molestations take place that aren't reported?
This book doesn't condone incest. On the contrary, it shows the intent desire of the heroine to avoid it at all costs. At the same time she also wishes to avoid intimate relationship with others for whom she has no feeling.
One of the things this book does emphasize is the importance of everyone receiving a proper sex education. Without it, young girls can be turned into frigid, frightened females with no desire to procreate. Since sex is fairly inevitable, and since it is a constant, why shouldn't everyone be taught to enjoy it when it does happen, as long as it happens willingly. Antiquated laws have ruined the mental outlook of literally hundreds of thousands of females in this country alone, not to mention how many others abroad. The heroine in this book is fortunate in that she found someone gentle and patient and loving. But how many women marry men who expect their wives to be both, virgins and knowledgeable? It is to prevent future tragedies that a more open approach should be taken in teaching this subject.
-THE PUBLISHER
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CHAPTER ONE
The first snowfall of the season was coming down in light, feathery flakes. It was a wet snow and wouldn't stick. For that, Mary Jane Farrar was glad. She hated snow. Where she lived, it was warm only about three' months of the year. The isolated village of Bell's Landing was, in reality, a tiny island just off the coast of Maine settled by a small religious sect known as Padramors. Like the Pilgrims and the Puritans, the Padramors had escaped England's religious persecution in the seventeenth century. Like the other religious sects, the Padramors had come to settle in America. They had settled on the island known as Bell's
Landing, named after their leader, Josiah Nell.
Unlike the other religious sects, the Padramors never really flourished. A dozen families had arrived from England in 1667, and at the moment there were only five hundred families on the entire island for a total population of 3,300 men, women, and children.
Suffering and endurance was part of the Padramor religion, all of whom were devout believers in God, following the ways of Abraham's nephew, Lot. But there were other, mysterious ceremonies which Mary Jane did not understand. It would all be made clear to her in less than a month, when she reached her fifteenth birthday.
Mary Jane was a beautiful girl with long, naturally light blond hair. She had glistening brown eyes, a short nose, and a full pair of lips. Her body had the lean litheness of a ballet dancer, with small, firm breasts, a narrow waist, wide hips and a belly as flat as a pane of glass. Her slender, willow-like legs were hidden beneath a maxi-dress. The women of Bell's Landing loved to maintain some sort of style, and the maxi-dress allowed them to cover their ankles without looking old-fashioned. Mary Jane was wearing a yellow dress to match the color of her hair.
Education at Bell's Landing was as modern and up-to-date as anything on the mainland, and Mary Jane was well-advanced in all her subjects. She excelled in English, Hygiene, and Sex Education. Her teacher had often assured her she would have nothing to fear when the time came for her to practice what she learned. It made Mary Jane blush. She was a shy, sweet girl in spite of all she'd learned.
None of the Padramor girls were permitted to date. Having lived her entire life on Bell's Landing, Mary Jane didn't even know such a thing as dating existed. True, electricity existed on the island as a necessity, but there were no TV sets and almost no radios. Whatever radios did exist were kept tuned to the news stations. The only music permitted was religious music.
Wrapped in a blue cloth coat, she was walking home from school with Abigail, her sister, older than she was by a year. As usual, she was pressing Abby, trying to find out what went on each week when she was required to leave the house and attend special worship sessions with other boys and girls her own age, or younger. She knew her grandmother also left and went to visit an uncle of hers at the other end of the island. Her grandmother was in her late fifties and still an unusually attractive woman.
"Come on, Abby," she was saying as they neared their cottage, a white, one-story frame house with aluminum siding all around to help keep out the cold. "What goes on when I go to worship?"
"You'll find out next month," her sister giggled. "And believe me, it'll be a pleasure to have you share the work. Our father is a most demanding man."
"In what way?" Mary Jane wanted to know.
"I can't tell you that," her sister, who had light brown hair, replied. Otherwise Abby and Mary Jane looked very much alike. "But father will be more than overjoyed, himself. After having three sons, he had almost despaired of having more daughters until I arrived, followed by you."
"More daughters? I had no idea father had any daughters other than ourselves," Mary Jane said as they entered the cottage.
"I've already told you too much," Abby told her. "You'll just have to wait, as I did. What may appear to be very unpleasant at first will become the thrill of a lifetime, once you're used to it."
"Abby, what are you talking about? What will seem unpleasant at first? What do you mean by 'the thrill of a lifetime?'"
"Abigail!" The stern voice belonged to Hezekiah Farrar, the girls' strict father. In his middle forties, he was of medium height, with brown hair and graying temples. His body was a little weighty, but under a thin layer of fat was a much heavier layer of muscle from having worked his farm during the four months conducive to planting, sowing, reaping, and harvesting. What he did those four months determined whether or not the family had enough food to carry them through the entire year. During the other eight months he tended the small dairy behind the house, making sure his milk cows were all content and healthy.
"What is it, father?" Abby asked as Hezekiah came into the room.
"I want to talk to you immediately," he informed her. "Hang up your coat and come into my bedroom."
"Immediately, father," Abby said, handing her coat to Mary Jane.
This summons was too much for the blond girl. Her father occasionally lectured her in his bedroom, as well. But when he lectured her, it was always a stern reprimand and lasted no longer than three or four minutes. When Abby was lectured, he took ten to fifteen minutes, sometimes longer. Why was Abby different? Mary Jane wondered.
This was as good a time as any to find out. As a little girl Mary Jane had played in the small attic of the cottage, and she had found cracks in the attic floor which penetrated all the way through the ceiling, below. Had she wanted, she could have spied on her parents anytime they were alone in their bedroom, but she hadn't had the nerve. But now, with her brothers not yet home and her mother in the kitchen preparing a supper that wouldn't be ready for hours, Mary Jane decided to do a little spying.
Hanging up her sister's coat as well as. her own, she went to the back of the house and quietly climbed the small flight of steps leading to the attic. She pushed her way through the trapdoor, closing it behind her, then lay flat on the floor and with a small blanket she had found nearby, kept her dress from getting dirty as she peered through the floorboard at the scene below.
"Sit," her father was saying to Abby, pointing to a vanity stool. He himself sat on the foot of the large double bed, facing her. , "Yes, Father," Abby replied, sitting. She had a worried frown on her face.
"Abigail," Hezekiah went on, his eyes firmly locked on the young girl's rising and falling bosom, "I heard you just now as you came into the house with your sister. Did you tell her anything?"
"Of course not, father," the brunette answered, crossing her legs under her long dress, noting her father was acutely conscious of her movement.
"There is no reason for the secrecy, Abigail. Had you been made aware of everything prior to your fifteenth birthday, you might have run screaming from this very room. You, and all the girls before you, had to be properly prepared, just as Mary Jane will be properly prepared."
"I know, Father," Abby nodded, and Mary Jane silently gasped as she saw her older sister reach from where she was sitting to her father's lap, placing her palm openly against the bulge in her father's crotch. "Believe me," Abby went on, "I've revealed nothing. That's the truth, Father."
Hezekiah Farrar's eyes began losing their harshness as his daughter's fingers slowly rubbed up and down his pillar of prick. It was not surprising to discover the cock was already horn-hard.
"Daddy," she whispered in a little girl voice, making him raise his eyes to look at her youthful, sensuous face with its wide-set brown eyes and full, tantalizing lips. The full lips parted to reveal her perfectly white teeth as she showed him a look that instantly aroused him.
"All right!" Farrar shuddered as his daughter's fingers lightly pinched the solid head of his prick through his pants.
He gasped as her fingers reached for his zipper and began pulling it down. She tugged slowly, maddeningly, causing a heated spasm to lurch through his testicles.
"I would never lie to you, Daddy," she murmured softly, her fingers now slowly tugging his shirt out from his pants.
Mary Jane watched her older sister lean forward and crane her neck, as if overanxious to see the solid member hidden inside their father's trousers.
"I know, Abby," her father replied, almost gutturally.
Once again his eyes were caught by the swell of her full breasts as she leaned toward him. He could see the way the nipples pressed through the bra against the fabric of her dress, tiny little erection aching to be fingered and tongued. He stared at the way they pushed, causing another spasm of boiling oil to splash through his testicles as her fingers tightened their hold on his straining penis.
Abby rubbed his solid cock meat a few times, then very carefully and deliberately released it, behaving as if time were of no importance. Her finger opened her father's belt and undid the hook on his pants. Then she tugged his pants down over his hips, letting them pile up on the floor around his ankles. Then Abby's hands moved to the elastic band on her father's shorts, her fingertips lightly touching his sensitized flesh until she was ultimately able to tug the shorts down, as well. That was when two pairs of eyes, belonging to his daughters, enlarged. Abby's opened with delight, while Mary Jane stared, aghast to see her own father the proud owner of a pudendum of monstrous proportions.
"Dear father," Abby whispered, her fingers lightly teasing the purple-knobbed staff, "the Lord blessed you with a truly marvelous phallus. Each time I see it I adore it all the more."
A shudder traveled through Hezekiah Farrar as his daughter weighed his heavy balls in the palm of her hand, kneeling before him as she did so. Her face came ever closer to his crotch, staring at the ponderous phallus, pointed upward in her direction, almost accusingly. Farrar gasped as Abby used her other hand to stroke and handle the solid cock. It was pulsating strongly, its enlarged dome shining with shimmering lubrication.
Her other hand squeezed his balls a little as she murmured, 'This has been my first prick, and so far, my only prick. And how I love it."
The dreamy quality in her sister's voice was not lost on Mary Jane, who found she could not believe what she was seeing. How could her sister actually be idolizing their father's penis?
She watched her father squirm, barely able to keep himself under any kind of control as Abigail's fingertips tantalizingly fondled the blood-engorged pillar. That, added to the tight grip she had on his balls made him writhe as if in delicious agony.
"You were the first young girl since your mother to suck this marvelous tool," he all but whimpered.
His thighs widened to let her body fit between them all the more easily as his hands reached out to caress and fondle the nipples pressing against her dress.
"Do you really like my breasts so much, Father?" Abby asked.
"You know I do," he muttered. "I want to see them, to feel them, to know they belong to me."
Abby was staring at the swollen bulb of his seething prick, watching a droplet of lubricant ooze from the eyelike hole in the tip. It made her run her tongue over her lips.
The top of her dress had buttons down the front, and Farrar's hands finally undid them. He pulled the top of his daughter's dress down off her shoulders, then reached into her bra and pulled out the two solid hemispheres, his fingers squeezing the meaty mammaries as his palms rubbed against the swollen nipples, feeling how hard and enlarged they were.
"Has mother sucked your penis since I did it the last time?" Abby asked.
"No," her father replied, shaking his head as his palms continued their friction against her nipples.
"A full week?" Abby asked, looking up at her father. "You haven't had this wonderful organ suckled since I did it last, a week ago?"
"A full week," he nodded, quaking.
"Mom doesn't even give it a lick now and again?"
"Your mother's time is now fully taken up with your three brothers. They wear her out."
"But isn't mother your daughter, just like the rest of us?"
"Yes," her father nodded, as her fingers continued massaging his swollen pole. "She was the first issue of your grandmother, my mother, and myself, when I was just about your age. When she grew into womanhood, I had not yet married, and she so loved me after we'd joined, she begged permission to marry me. So we were wed. Now your grandmother no longer looks to me for her pleasure, but to my younger brother, sired by my father, her own father as well, just before he died. And your mother has become enmeshed with the three sons she bore me. Had she not given me you, I would be totally out of my mind."
"Poor daddy," Abby whispered, her eyes still held by the fascinating droplet of lubrication, her voice cracking, betraying her yearning. Her face came closer to his penis as her nostrils flared from the aroma of the delightful muskiness drifting up from between his thighs, overwhelming her with desire.
Before Farrar could say anything more, he saw Abby's coral tongue snap out like that of a frog's, and press against the sensitive underside of his shivering phallus where the mushroom of head was joined to the rest of the staff.
All but screaming, Farrar drove his hips upward, his hands barely unable to hold the wonderful tits he had been caressing. His fingers tightened, squeezing and pressing as he stared into space, thinking of nothing, not daring to think, just hoping and waiting for the tongue to strike again.
It came, licking out slowly this time, remaining pressed against the heated phallic tip as her lips lightly teased the oversensitive tip. Her hand held the stem of the cock straight up so her mouth could more easily reach the tasty bulb of resilient flesh. The tip of her tongue trailed straight down from the sensitive point along the underside until she reached where her fist had it firmly grasped. She watched the sightless eye continue to emit globules of colorless lubricant. The oily substance smeared itself all over the purple dome.
"Come, Daughter," Farrar whispered, attempting to tug Abby to her feet by yanking on her tits, "let's fuck,"
"No, Father," the girl replied, her mouth continuing to nuzzle the swollen cock as one hand still firmly gripped it while the other still milked his balls. "The rules strictly forbid coition other than on the specified days. You know that. But I shall not let you leave here frustrated."
She began licking speedily, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth, pressing against her father's thick, long wand as it vibrated against her lower lip. It made Farrar release his hold on his daughter's breasts and lie back on his elbows, gazing with rapt attention to the way her lips surrounded the pulsing tip of his strained prick. He sighed with audible pleasure, the sound reaching Mary Jane's ears. The blond girl was totally aghast at all she was seeing and hearing.
To think, she and her sister were the results of the coupling of her father to his sister, who was also his daughter since she was the result of the mating of her father and grandmother. She stared, too fascinated at that moment to be shocked as her father grabbed a handful of her sister's dark tresses and pulled, twisting his fingers in her hair. The steaming knob of his cock was now in Abby's mouth, locked between her kissing lips as her tongue washed it. Abby's head had moved against her father's pelvis as her hand clutching his balls, began squeezing in rhythm. Her eyes were tightly closed and she had to take control of herself or she would have shoved the full length of her father's thick, meaty pole down her throat. Instead, she began a slow, rhythmic, forward and back rocking motion, her warm, full lips sucking the flange of his corona, her mouth easing back and forth over the ridge, making him twitch violently.
The more Farrar tugged on his daughter's long, brown locks, the more certainly she slowed her movements. Her full, solid, firm tits dangled delightfully, and although one hand continued to clutch the girl's hair, the other reached down and grabbed her left breast, pulling strongly on the nipple.
Abby forced her head a little lower now, seeing his balls-a mass of hair and rounded flesh. She could feel the pulsing palpitations on the phallic stem, letting her know her father was nearly at the shooting point. Everything seemed to move with rhythmic precision now, herself more than a little unnerved because of the attention his fingers were giving her nipple. The knob of his prick was pulsating, all set to spurt its heavy wad. She could feel the cylinder of flesh between her lips enlarging even more now. There would be no time to swallow the full length of it. Her lips pressed down hard on the glans, tasting the first shots of his come as it splashed into her mouth. A bit more of his shooting cock slipped past her tightly ringed lips, pulling the flesh taut as her tongue continued pressing and tantalizing the underside.
Farrar wanted the feel of her mouth around the full length of his cock, and caught his daughter off-guard, flexing his hips and shoving the barrel of his weighty cock all the way into her mouth, letting her palate feel the spongy head scrape across its soft surface as more seminal fluid spurted into her gullet. Abby swallowed quickly, the thrilling savoriness of his fluids urging her to pull and suck harder.
She had known when he had been about to come, and she had pursed her lips tightly around the corona at the time in an attempt to delay the spending as her fingers squeezed his nuts very tightly. At first her movements seemed to have had the desired effect, and after a few squirts, his penis, as hard as ever, felt some of the tension ease out of it, despite its now being buried all the way into her mouth; and the squirting stopped. The solidity of the cock didn't weaken. His cock was still as staunch as ever as he rammed it back and forth against the pressure of her tongue, feeling her inner cheeks press against its sides as her mouth alternatively hollowed and bloated.
Both his hands were now entangled tightly in her dark hair, clenched tightly in his balled fists. His glazed eyes were focused on the crack in the ceiling above him, unable to see beyond said crack, and therefore unable to see his young daughter staring down, watching everything, perversely fascinated and repelled at the same time.
His seminal bubbling refused to recede, despite all her pressure on his balls, and though he did his best not to piston his seething cock into her mouth too strongly or too deeply, his daughter's lips and tongue were all part of a well-lubricated fellating machine, doing their job only too well. His testicles were in pain, swollen with seed that should have already been released as they hastened to manufacture even more. He wanted to restrain himself, he wanted to delay the shooting just a little bit longer, and then he surrendered to the most magnificent suction ever felt as his body erupted madly. He put almost all his weight on the palms of his hands as he leaned back and began pumping madly, slamming bis pubis into her face with violent force. His hips twisted and turned in a series of maddening spasms as he blasted away totally beyond any kind of control.
Abby gulped the outpouring sperm as her tongue continued its wanton massage all along the underside of the exploding prick. The smooth pumping of the weighty prong ramming back and forth in her mouth was a delightful sensation to her. She had yet to taste another man's cock, but when the time came, she was certain it would not be nearly the equal of her father's. Maybe it was because she thought of her father as a kind of deity. Perhaps that was why his semen had the taste of nectar, thrilling her as it trickled down her throat.
She sucked and drank as if her very life's sustenance were coming from the deflating flesh cylinder in her mouth. Her mouth pulled every last dribble from within, and the look of disappointment in her eyes, when there was no longer any seed left to drink, was evident. She gripped the shrunken penis with her hand and began licking all around, lapping every last bit of flesh of both his cock and balls.
"Truly, none can do it as expertly as you," Hezekiah Farrar told his daughter, falling back on the bed.
"Only because my father taught me so well," Abby answered, squeezing her father's prong tightly in the hope of pushing out at least one more droplet.
"A man can only teach so much. After that, it's up to the woman to react properly. And you react fantastically."
"Perhaps it's because I love you so much, Father." And she licked the tiny purple dome gently, letting it pop out from between tautened lips, feeling her father tremble as she did so. Then she asked, "Will you fuck me again tonight, when the others have gone to worship?"
Gasping for air, he finally said, "Isn't that the reason for these prayer meetings? In order to continue the Padramors, fathers must fuck daughters, mothers must fuck sons. When the parents become too old, the offspring must then fuck for their own children, begotten by their parents. My mother prefers my brother, and so the only female I had to fuck was the one daughter she had borne me when she had permitted me to fuck her. That daughter became my wife, giving me three sons, your sister, and yourself. Now your mother prefers to sleep with her three sons during the once-a-week pollinating sessions. You, dear Ab by, are all I have. Your sister is too young, and must therefore attend the prayer meetings. But soon she will be old enough to join us, and we shall have some good times together."
"And will you forget me then, father?"
"Never, sweet Abigail. My only worry is, you will shortly conceive and bring forth a son who, on his fifteenth birthday will continue the ritual by fucking his mother. And then I won't have you anymore."
"You will always have me, father. For I adore you. And who knows, but that I might give birth to a daughter, which means she will be more competition for her own mother on her fifteenth birthday."
"You aren't even pregnant yet," her father said, smiling as he sat up. "Come, let us dress and help your mother with the household chores. Your sister is probably in her room preparing for worship tonight."
Mary Jane, who was still staring through the crack in the floor, was stunned. The Padramors were incestuous indulgers.
But of course. Didn't the daughters of Lot seduce their own father so they could become pregnant and conceive. So it was that each succeeding generation continued to fuck their parents as well as their later children. And the founding father of the Padramors, Josiah Bell, claimed to have been a direct descendant of Lot. In fact, his ancestors were said to have come from Spain, and were thrown out during the starting reign of the Inquisition in 1492.
Padramor! In Spanish it could be broken down into two words; Padre-amor. Father-love. The padramors were people who loved their parents in every possible way. No wonder they hadn't multiplied as rapidly as other religious. Children born from incestuous relationships were always physically weaker. They more readily caught sick and died. Only the very strongest of the Padramor children survived. And she, Mary Jane Farrar, was one of those born from the union of a father and daughter.
CHAPTER TWO
The realization stunned Mary Jane. Even more stunning was the prospect of being her father's bedmate for at least sixteen years to come. The idea of having his children, and then selecting one or more of those children as fucking partners for the rest of her life was something totally abhorrent. She loved her father dearly, but she loved him as a father, and had never considered the idea of his being a lover.
Was this her destiny? Was this the only thing a bleak future held in store for her?
The very idea was more horrible than anything else she might have imagined. Having read history books, Mary Jane dreamed of being carried away by a Barbary pirate. Other times she had imagined herself kidnapped and forced to work in a bordello in Spanish Morocco. But these were all fantasies, since she had accepted the fact she was a Padramor. She expected, when the time came, she would have a husband selected for her by her father, whom she would accept. But that the husband should be her father was, to her mind, totally unacceptable. The hardships of the Padramor life were things she was willing to accept. Rising early in the morning, helping with the milking, feeding what few chickens they had, and even helping to till the soil for the four months of the year the land could be worked: all this in addition to household duties could be acceptable. But to have to bed down with her own father in addition was asking too much of the fourteen-year-old.
Her father and sister were nearly dressed now. She would have to hurry and leave the attic before she was discovered. Opening the trapdoor, she climbed down out of the attic and hurried to her room. There, she quickly removed her yellow dress and slipped into a plaid dress she used when getting ready to go to worship.
Worship! It was just an excuse to get the younger children out of the house so the older ones could screw with their parents. Yes, screw! She knew all the words. She'd heard her brothers using them when they thought she wasn't around.
Well tonight, while everyone else was worshipping, she would sneak back to the house and find out just what really went on. How depraved could her parents be? she wondered. Parents? Hell! Her mother and herself shared the same father. And it was possible mother was pregnant again. Only this time, from what she gathered after overhearing what had been said between her father and sister, the sire of the bun in mother's oven was one of her brothers. The Bible supposedly frowned on incest. And yet, it was a worse sin for a man's seed to be wasted than to be pumped into one of his daughters. So said the Good Book. The Ten Commandments did not condemn it. But then the Ten Commandments were only for Jews, Christians, and offshoots of the Christian Sects, such as the Pilgrims, the Mormons, the Quakers and such. The Padramors were not an offshoot of any religion. Lot never really followed his Uncle Abraham's ways. He believed in the One God, but otherwise all resemblances to other Judeo-Christian religions ended right there. The Padramors were unique. They were a religion unto themselves, using the various bibles of other religions because no Padramor could take time off from his labors to write a separate bible.
When Abby came to the bedroom she shared with Mary Jane, she showed no sign of the activity she had enjoyed with their father. She was smiling, cheerful, and in a hurry to change into a plain, brown ankle-length dress so she could help her mother with the cooking.
A short time later Mary Jane's brothers came in. They had longer school hours than the girls because their schooling would end more abruptly. At the age of twenty every Padramor male had to have gone through four years of college and come home with a degree. Then he would set to work building his own little farm, usually from the remnants of a farm having belonged to an ancestor. He would also take a wife, though Mary Jane now realized why many of the Padramor men remained single for so long. They had to wait for the girls they sired on their mothers to grow up. Once a girl reached the age of fifteen, she was eligible for marriage. Where there was more than one daughter, the father could, at his discretion, allow the daughter to be married off elsewhere, provided the husband did not sire the first child oh his wife. Once a week the wife would return to her father's house and go through the incest ritual. After the first child had been born, the husband was then permitted to sire children on his wife, starting a new strain, provided he would fuck each of his daughters when they came of age, and his wife would give her cunt to each of her sons at the proper time.
True, Mary Jane's father showed a preference for Abby. But then, he was already married to their mother, who was also his daughter. This meant that although he could not marry either daughter, he could go on keeping them with him, refusing to allow them to marry, until the sons he'd sired on them were old enough, at which time each would marry his own mother.
Mary Jane began shivering. She couldn't go on knowing this was all the future held in store for her. But she had to make certain. She had to see for herself the relationship between her mother and brothers, as well as a further relationship between her sister and father.
Supper time arrived. Everyone sat around the big dining room table. Hezekiah Farrar said grace, then they all began eating. The food of the Padramors was mostly bread, dairy products, and vegetables, with a chicken thrown in on special occasions. Cattle would have found it difficult, to survive on Bell's Landing, and the Padramors were too poor to buy meat in Maine.
Much of the money came in via the tourist trade. People came to Bell's Landing to see the way the Padramors lived, and to purchase souvenirs. Most important was the skiing. In the center of the island was a high mountain, and even when the snow fell lightly on the rest of the island, it blanketed the mountain and skiers came from all over the world. The skiing lodge, which was far away from the village, brought in nearly forty per cent of all the money earned on Bell's Landing. The lodge itself, was owned jointly by all the families on the island, and the younger men took turns running it. But the Padramor women were forbidden to go anywhere near the lodge, unless helping.
When supper was over, the girls helped their mother and grandmother clear the table and wash the dishes. By then it was nearly a quarter to eight, and Mary Jane had to go to the worship-house.
Taking her coat from the nearby closet, she said her goodbyes to the rest of the family, then left. She knew she would have to go to the worship-house. If she weren't seen, her absence might be reported to some member of the family.
She arrived at eight o'clock, hung up her coat in the small cloakroom, then took a seat at the rear of the prayer room. Other girls, most of whom were younger than she, smiled and nodded at her, and she nodded back. She also nodded to the prayer master, as well as to the matron who made certain no talking went on during the services.
The services began a few minutes later, and Mary Jane knew they would take more than three hours. At one time it had all seemed so solemn and mysterious to her. Now she knew it for what it was, a lot of nonsense designed to keep the children from becoming curious while the real rituals of the Padramors took place in bedrooms all over the island.
After ten minutes, Mary Jane silently rose from her seat, making certain the prayer master and the matron weren't looking. She quietly eased out of the door, signaling to a nearby girl that she was going to the ladies' room. Then she hurried to the cloakroom, got her coat, and silently hurried through the wet snow to her house. All the lights were on.
The hinges on the back door had been recently oiled, and when she let herself in no one heard her. Nor did they hear her climb up to the attic, open the trapdoor, and slip inside.
The bedroom shared by her three brothers was right next to her parents' bedroom, and Mary Jane was curious as to what was going on there. The same crack that allowed her to see into her parents' bedroom extended almost all the way across the attic floor. Hers was the only bedroom not in line with it.
Using the same blanket she had used earlier, to keep her dress from getting dirty, Mary Jane stretched out on the floor and peered through the crack into her brothers' room. And there were her three brothers, Bob, Paul, and Michael all naked with bodies as solid as her father's. Especially solid were the three penises sticking out from their groins. All three had phalluses resembling that of their father, Hezekiah. All had purple heads, and all were thick. Bob's was the thickest. Paul's was the longest. Michael's was probably the most proportionate, being neither excessively thick nor very long.
All three brothers had hook-shaped noses, like their father. Bob was already sporting a mustache. Paul was going bald on top, and Michael, even totally naked, insisted on wearing his steel-rimmed glasses.
The two older brothers were sitting on chairs off to the side while Michael, the youngest, was on the bed with his mother, Peggy.
Mary Jane could feel her own nipples pressing into the fabric of her dress and rubbing against the hard floor under the blanket. For the first time she became conscious of them. Hot shivers chased themselves through her belly and loins, and she had to cup her breasts in her own palms to keep herself from shivering.
She stared at the unutterable loveliness of her mother. Peggy had a very alluring body, with pert, uptilted pink-tipped breasts, a soft, slightly rounded belly, and pubic hair that glittered as if the sun shone out from between her thighs.
Peggy was writhing on the bed, letting her sons admire 'the body of which she was so proud. Michael was staring at his mother's loveliness with his tongue already hanging out of his mouth. He was balanced on one elbow, turned to the side, looking at the torso so close to his own.
Mary Jane's fingers pressed into her breasts as she started, watching the way her mother began lightly kissing her youngest son, her tongue lightly playing from her mouth to his as he responded. Her hand stroked Michael's stomach, and Michael began to tremble all over. Then she rubbed the points of her breasts all over Michael's shuddering body, causing new icy chills to trickle up and down his frame.
Mary Jane watched her brother's cock continue creaming, leaking drop after drop of sticky lubrication almost like a faulty hose after it had been turned off. The oil made the flanged head glisten and shine as it swelled and receded, throbbing. Veins and arteries seemed to pulse through its marble-like shaft, circling right down to the bottom where, at the weighty base, a cushion of dark, curly brown hair nestled. Mary Jane watched as her mother's fingers began to dance lightly along the shaft.
"That's a wonderful prick, Michael," Peggy said to her youngest son. "I'm always aroused by the sight of it. It's shaped so perfectly. I absolutely love it, especially the colorful tip, so shiny and wet. Is my body as alluring to you, my wonderful son?"
Mary Jane could hear Michael swallow before relying, "Of course, mother. You have a wonderful body. Mmmmmphhh! When you rub those nipples against my thighs I feel as I'm going to shoot right out in the open."
Too aghast to be sickened, Mary Jane stared raptly at the scene below, watching as her mother's mouth began kissing Michael's body all over, her hands fondling his upright prong the entire time. When Peggy's mouth came up to Michael's, they began a tongue duel, darting from one mouth to the other, lunging, stabbing. Their bodies pressed more tightly together, one writhing against the other like slippery satin against smooth velvet.
Peggy stopped kissing her son, lifted her body, moved a bit higher, and pressed the turgid nipple of her left breast to her son's eager lips. His mouth locked tightly onto the nipple as his hands wandered unseeingly over her smooth skin.
"Yes, my wonderful son," Peggy was murmuring. "That's the right way. Suck it, dearest boy. Lick it, chew the nipple a bit. Ohhh, yesss, that feels ever so good."
Her son's palms were pressing the round, satiny cheeks of her luscious behind now, his fingers squeezing as they sought to discover the softness and roundness, once more feeling the wonderful sensation of their fullness. His mouth sucked all the more strongly on her full boob until Peggy was"-unable to stand it any longer.
Peggy would have continued playing with her youngest had there not been two more sons to service. She had to hurry things along lest they become impatient.
Raising her slender, lithe form, Peggy pulled her nipple from Michael's questing mouth, falling back on her knees while reaching down to caress the hot length of his cock.
"I have the feeling this time we're going to have a good one," she whispered, almost too inaudible for Mary Jane to hear.
She straddled her son, letting her pussy rub against the lance of his prick. Mary Jane could not really see the way her mother's cuntlips seemed to nibble on the hot seething pole of her brother's aching dong, but she was able to see the way her brother was reaching down with both hands, fumbling around, trying to push the head of his shuddering cock through the mat of blonde hair, into the wet maw in the center.
"I'll do it," Peggy whispered. "Let me do it. Here, feel the way I'm pressing the point of your wonderful cock against the leaking crack between my pussylips. Don't you love it?"
Michael sighed, his rigid body so tight he was actually arching, thrusting his center up to meet that of his mother's. He ground his fulcrum around and around as Mary Jane watched the rapture on her brother's face, noting his eyes were closed and his chin pointed right at where she was. She stared, unable to tear her eyes from the scene as Peggy began pointing the lubed head of his tense cock into the sucking maw surrounded by her shiny pubic hair. The rigid pole seemed to move with Peggy's body as she raised herself, inserted it, and then slowly, very slowly began easing herself gently down, her soaking sheath totally surrounding the entrapped phallic dome, pushing its spongy rigidity between the nursing vulva lips of her inflamed cunt.
Peggy's hips began rotating in tight, squishy circles as his thick, solid cock began slowly sliding into her gulping pussy. His hard, youthful skewer pushed anxiously into the sucking grotto that swallowed more and more of it until the entire length of Michael's hot prick just seemed to disappear into her hot cunt, completely engulfed by the maw behind the stretched labia now kissing his pelvis.
Mary Jane shuddered, seeing how easily her mother accepted the throbbing pole of her own son into her swallowing center. It was horrible. How could her mother do anything so ... terrible?
She heard Peggy sigh with thrilling contentment as her loins spiraled their way around Michael's upthrust pole. He was reaching forward with his hand, and using his thumb to rub his mother's itching clit.
Then Peggy fell forward, locking his hand between them, letting her tits fall against his chest, gluing her mouth to his, letting her tongue run riot through his mouth. Her ass, the top of which Mary Jane could now see, was racing up and down in strong, continuous strokes. Mary Jane, because of the way her mother was bent forward, could see her brother's balls protrude each time her mother raised her ass. At one point Peggy moved so far forward, Mary Jane could make out the staff going in and out of Peggy's sucking pussy. The cock looked longer, wetter, and even harder, now.
"Oh, yes, yes," Peggy was squealing. "Shove that wonderful prong into your mother's devouring hole, my wonderful son. Ram it right in up to the hilt. Stuff it in, stuff it in, stuff ... ahhhhh ... good .. . ooooooh ..."
Mary Jane suddenly realized her own hands were pressing her breasts in rhythm to the way her mother was fucking her brother. She was actually breathing in time to the way her mother's ass bounced on her brother's penis.
Something was happening inside her own body. This was terrible. Her mother was madly riding her brother, doing something that was wrong, and yet she, Mary Jane, who was disgusted by the idea, suddenly found herself being turned on.
Michael wasn't just lying there. His body was lunging upward, slamming his knifing cock up into his mother at breakneck speed. His fingers were planted solidly in his mother's butt, trying to dig holes in the flesh. His heels were dug into the mattress as he slammed his seething cock up rapidly into the slurping cavern tightly gripping him.
Their beat began to pick up, the pace hotly increasing as they slammed together again and again, writhing and wriggling, separating for a fraction of a second only to slam smartly into one another's fulcrums once more.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck ..." Peggy was chanting in time to the way her ass pounded against her son's body. "Shove that masterful spike deeper and deeper... yeahhhhh ... fuck it in ... ooooh ... it feels soooooo good in there ... ahhhh ... so good ... oh, so wonderful.. .fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ..."
Michael finally managed to pull his hand free from between his body and that of his mother. Now both hands could tightly grip the full, rounded cheeks of his mother's ass. Michael shuddered and gasped, feeling the tight greasiness of his mother cling to him tenaciously. He humped into her gobbling cunt with all his might and main.
"Can't hold back," he murmured. "Just can't hold it back."
"Let it come," Peggy urged. "Shoot it out, come on my darling son. Shoot your wonderful sperm into me."
"Oh, ma," he breathed. "Ma, ma, I can feel it building ... it's moving higher inside ... me ..."
"Yes, yessss," she urged. "Come on, Michael, come. Fill me full of your white-hot cream. I want it, I want it."
"Uhhhhh ..." he responded.
"I... can feel it... too," she muttered. "Yes, my wonderful son. I can feel the orgasm. Faster, faster..."
"Can't... uhhhh ... move any ... faster ... ohhhhh Goddddd! Here I commmmmmmme ..."
His body began twitching and jerking in all directions at once as his hips pumped high, firing wads of heavy white paste into his mother's tight pussy. She bounced and shuddered, feeling every pulsating shot splash into the depths of her sopping cunt.
She slammed her ass hard against his pelvis, making his tight balls bounce in their shrunken scrotum sac. He responded by ramming his own shooting cock higher into her simmering womb, firing a continuous stream of white sperm far up into her bubbling depths. Both gasped and puffed as they struggled, clinging tightly to one another as their orgasms completely overwhelmed them. For more than a minute each was as taut as a bowstring, simply pressing against the other's pelvis as their hands clung tightly to one another.
Peggy's lush body, with her full rounded tits, rubbed itself strongly against her son's hairy chest. She was sighing and whimpering all at once as she felt his strong cock slowly begin to soften.
"Oh, Michael, Michael," she whispered, "that was the best one we've ever had together. You are truly wonderful."
She rolled off her youngest son and lay face up, staring at the ceiling, not even noticing the crack through which Mary Jane was staring at her. Her eyes shone with the brilliance of total satisfaction.
My God' Mary Jane thought to herself. She loves it. She loves being fucked by her own son. And in a few minutes she's going to be fucked by another son, and yet another. And to her there's no shame. She feels nothing wrong. How could she? How could my own mother allow herself to be degraded by incest and lust?"
"Just a few minutes, Paul," Peggy was saying. "Just a few minutes to catch my breath, and we can begin."
"Sure thing, Ma," Paul replied, sitting back with an amused smirk on his face.
Hearing sounds coming from the master bedroom, Mary Jane moved her body until she could peer into that room. She saw her father and sister already in a torrid embrace, hugging and kissing. She saw her sister's hand reaching inside her own cunt and take out a large gob of lubricant which she smeared all over her father's rampant cock. She smeared it on every part of the solid cock, then coated his balls, as well. In the meantime, her father's fingers were playing with Abby's sopping pussylips, lightly running around the rim.
"Mmmmm," Abby muttered, taking her lips from her father's, "that feels so nice, daddy."
"Relax, lovely daughter," Farrar muttered. "Just relax. Keep those clinging lips nice and loose so I can slide in all the more easily. You have such a beautifully tight pussy, Abby. It's so lovely, if I didn't have a use for it right now, I'd just sit and stare at it. And every time I finger it I go crazy."
Mary Jane was trembling too, wondering just how much of a thrill her sister could get from feeling her father's fingers touch her open pussylips. She had fingered her own pussy once, and she hadn't had anything special from it. She stared at the way her father was gently touching the outer labia, working his fingertip up and down in Abby's juicing crack, watching the way the labia seemed to have a life of their own as they appeared to want to tighten and loosen their hold on his finger. Abby was already squirming, her tight buttocks resting next to her father's ass, humping forward and back in natural movements.
"Mmmmm," Abby muttered, "that feels so good, Daddy. You really know how to make me feel good in there."
Reaching out, Farrar grabbed a pillow, and when Abby lifted her ass, he stuffed it under her, tilting her pussy up toward him.
"Stay calm, you beautiful girl," he muttered. "Stay nice and calm and let me slide it all the way into you."
"Yes, Father," Abby sighed. "I want all of it, right up to the hilt. I want to feel your pubic hairs tickle my pussylips. All the way in."
"That's where it's going," her father assured her. "All the way in."
Abby lay back on the bed, her ass raised by the pillow, and Farrar hovered over her, aiming the swollen knob of his throbbing prick into the mushy center of her lightly distended cuntlips. Mary Jane, her hands still holding her own breasts, felt her heart thud in her chest as she watched her father push carefully, gently forcing the knobby tip into her sister's sopping slit. She could see Abby's pussy was much smaller and tighter than Peggy's. Not that Peggy's was loose or overlarge, but Abby's was exceedingly tight and narrow. It made her wonder about her own cunt.
She stared as the blunted point of her father's cock began parting the slick lips of her sister's slender, sucking hole.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," Abby muttered. "Oh, yes, I can feel it starting to slide in. It feels so wonderfully big and good."
Farrar was shoving steadily and strongly now. The flanged glans penetrated her cunt, forcing the sticky labia to open wide and gobble it in. Abby moved her butt around, doing her best to draw him into her, her hands all but grabbing his ass as she tried to literally tug him into her. Her nipples were hard pebbles, cutting and scratching his chest as he pressed against her.
To Mary Jane the sight was incredible. Her father's rigid tool, which had appeared much too big to fit into Abby's mouth earlier, had gone in with ease. Now it was sliding into Abby's cunt which was a much tighter hole. She was panting with her sister, almost feeling the thick, meaty schvance as it moved into her sister as if it were actually moving into her.
"All the way in," Abby begged. "Come on, Daddy. All the way in."
Farrar pushed a little harder, pushing his meat a bit more deeply into his daughter's seething pussy, spreading the tight, wet labia a bit wider, ramming his solid gristle between them. Mary Jane felt sympathetic pains as the cock pushed farther into Abby's steaming slot. But Abby was feeling no pain; only pleasure. How could any pussy hold such a thick piece of meat? Mary Jane wondered. She watched her father strain to shove his strong cock a little deeper, hearing her sister sigh with rapture. She watched her father balance himself on his knees as he reached down and grabbed a handful of asscheeks on each side and pull her body toward his, powering his mighty tool deeper and deeper. And then his rigid wand slammed in to its utmost, right up to the hairy, dangling balls. They slammed into his daughter's perineum as both father and offspring sighed with ecstasy. Mary Jane could see the shudders moving through the two of them and wondered how they could enjoy themselves so much, steeped in sin as they were.
She stared as her father simply pressed his mighty dong as far into Abby's pussy as it would go and grind it around and around inside, enjoying the thrill of its squeezing, practiced grip, causing static to shoot through his body, thrilling to the wonderful silken caress of her inner tunnel; the lubricated satin surrounding his prong with love and adoration.
Then, very slowly, he began backing out, carefully, easily, in spite of Abby's literally fighting with all her vaginal muscles to keep it locked inside her. She heaved upward ramming her pelvis toward him as she took her entire weight on her heels and shoulders.
"Don't pull it out, daddy," she begged. "Don't let me lose that wonderful feeling. I love the way it fills me and makes me feel so complete. To think I was once a part of you, and now I've come back to be a part of you all over again."
Mary Jane watched as her father paused for an instant, then tightened his ass and shoved his long impaler home again, ramming it far into the squeezing, sucking pussy, then drawing it back as Abby automatically responded by backing away herself. And then the regular rhythm began, back and forth, back and forth, with the mighty prod easing its way in and out with loud, squishy sounds.
Remembering how quickly Michael had shot once he'd had his cock planted inside his mother's tight quim, Mary Jane wondered how her father managed to control himself for so long. She knew her sister's clinging pussy must be hotter, stickier, and pulling with greater friction, yet her daddy just kept pumping with strong, solid, regular strokes. It was Abby who was going to come first.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," she screeched. "Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, just keeping that wonderful stick pumping. I can feel it coming from deep down inside. Don't slow down now."
"Don't... uhhhh... worry," she was assured by her father as he continued slamming his prong in and out with all his strength. "I'm going to make my wonderful -daughter enjoy herself as she always does."
"Don't come first," she begged.
"After the way you sucked me off earlier today, there's no ... uhhhh ... danger of ... oooooh ... that," he assured her.
Her body began to stiffen even more, and Mary Jane wondered whether her sister was tightening up from pain. She couldn't conceive of anything so pleasurable it would cause the entire body to become so rigid.
"Heeeeere I commmme ... uggguughhhhhh!" she squealed and then grunted, and then she was thrashing wildly from side to side as her father's weighty cock continued churning in and out.
The pressure of her cuntwalls on his cock became too much, and soon Hezekiah Farrar felt his own orgasm start to build. His fingers squeezed his daughter's asscheeks and he bellowed a loud, "aaaaauuuuuugggghhhhh!" And then he was firing heavy blasts of creamy rope into his tender daughter's burning pussy, enhancing the feeling she, herself was receiving from her own orgasm. His sperm splashed itself heavily into the tight tunnel as his balls squeezed against the groin between his thighs as if in an effort to break out. And his balls continued pulsing as he blasted gouts of steaming come into her squeezing hole again and again, drenching his daughter's, sweet cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
Mary Jane's mother was in the process of sucking on her middle son's cock as Mary Jane quietly slipped out of the attic and silently left the house by way of the back door. She ran blindly through the cold, wet night, tears streaming down her face.
It was horrible. It was absolutely nightmarish. And what made it all seem so much worse was the fact that they were all enjoying themselves. .
Was it really possible her grandmother was a part of all this as well? Was her mother really the result of the coupling of her father and his mother?
She had more than two hours before services were over. That was more than enough time to discover whether or not her grandmother was sleeping with her uncle Mike, for whom her third brother had been named.
As a little girl, she and her sister had played with the female daughters of their Uncle Mike; their cousins. Now Mary Jane wondered just how closely she was related to the two daughters of her uncle. He was supposedly married to Aunt Evelyn. Was Aunt Evelyn, who was much younger, than her (Mary Jane's) mother, the daughter of her grandmother, sired originally by Uncle Mike? If so, their branch of the Padramors were proving exceptionally strong. There hadn't been a death in the family as long as Mary Jane could remember. She recalled how many other families recorded deaths of infants at birth and hadn't been able to understand why the Padramor mortality rate was so high.
Now that she thought about it, she realized there were more Padramors with the Farrar name than any other family. There were at least three dozen Padramor families named Farrar. Mary Jane had wondered if most of the others were related to her. Now she knew. At least she thought she knew. She had to go to her uncle's house and make certain.
Her uncle lived ten minutes away from her house. She all but ran, reaching the farm cottage, similar to the one she lived in, in less than eight minutes. The cold weather was really giving her a chill. And the dampness wasn't helping.
No one on Bell's Landing locked their doors. It wasn't necessary. Honestly was one of the traits ingrained into all Padramors from birth.
Once she reached her uncle's house, Mary Jane moved quietly around to the side, trying to peer into the windows. But all the curtains had been drawn. Going to the back door, she opened it. It creaked a little, but not enough to be heard by anyone behind a closed door. Entering, she shut the door behind her. Her two female cousins would be at worship, so she didn't have to worry about running into either of them. Her only male cousin, Albert, a slimy weasel if ever there was one, was six months older than she, which meant he would be in the house with his mother, if everything was going on in this house as it was going on in her own house.
Moving toward the bedrooms, she noticed both doors were all but totally closed. Albert's bedroom was on her left as she moved down the little hallway, and when she peered through the crack in the door, she saw Aunt Evelyn dallying with her own son. It made Mary Jane wonder at the strength of maternal love. Her aunt's love had to be terribly strong, to love the pipe stem-thin imitation of a male known as Cousin Albert. The mere sight of him fully clothed was enough to create a nausea in Mary Jane. Looking at his naked body through the barely open door made her want to retch then and there. He was disgusting.
Bypassing Albert's room, she went to the door of the master bedroom. It, too, was open just a little bit. And her breath stuck in her throat as she peered inside. Her uncle and her grandmother were both totally undressed. He was lying back on the bed, and she was sitting on the edge, massaging his fully-erect cock. Her grandmother's fingers were lightly dancing over the phallic probe again and again, lightly tickling their way up and down the stolid shaft and caressing his testicles. Her uncle's eyes were shut. One of his arms was around his mother's torso with a breast cupped in the hand, his fingers pulling gently on the nipple.
As Mary Jane watched, she saw her grandmother's youthful face rest against her uncle's chest, her pink tongue reaching out and licking his nipple. Unconsciously she compared her uncle's penis to that of her brothers and father, and decided it was a tiny thing. Maybe that was why he'd sired such a scrawny-looking son. Nevertheless it was solid and erect. And her grandmother's silver head was now kissing its way down his body toward the solid pole. At the same time she let her tits rub their nipples along his belly as she raised a knee and brought it down on the other" side of her son's head. Mary Jane had to hold her breath, afraid the sound of her inhaling and exhaling would give her away. She watched as her grandmother's lips kissed their way light toward her uncle's pelvis. Mike was shivering with delightful anticipation as his mother's mouth began nipping at the fringe of brown hair covering his pelvis.
Mary Jane stood fascinated as her grandmother's tongue began lapping her uncle's pelvis, working through the matted growth of brown forest while her agile fingers continued teasing his nuts, stopping every now and again to tickle their way up the shaft and tease the swollen purple bulb, making it leak another colorless drop. Her hand grasped the hot tip of his throbbing cock and began smearing the liquid all over the phallic probe, lubricating it from top to bottom.
Stretching a bit more, she tugged the penis to one side, dipped her silver head down, and sucked one of his balls into her mouth. Mary Jane shivered as she saw her grandmother working the wrinkled sac with her lips and pressing the testicles with her tongue. The action was driving her uncle bananas. His hands were tightly gripping his mother's ass-cheeks as his head swiftly moved from side to side, kissing one thigh, and then the other.
How could she do such dirty things? Mary Jane wondered, staring as her grandmother sucked and lapped slowly, taking her time about enjoying everything, licking and lapping up and down the solid, meaty prick, slurping her tongue along the topside of it, sucking on the pulsating dome. She was building him higher and higher.
Then she began shaking her lower half, letting her mossy center press against his face.
"Eat it, my son," she whispered. "Eat it as only you can. Make me ascend to the heavens with your tongue. Do to my cunt that which I do to your cock. I love your wonderful staff, and enjoy kissing it, sucking it, tasting it, and giving you pleasure the entire time."
Her Uncle Mike's hands tightened in the rounded globes of his mother's ass, and with a deep, longing sigh, he sank his face into her sodden center, burying his mouth in the soft, liver-like flesh between her silver pubic curls.
"Uhhhh," the older woman sighed, feeling her son's mouth begin eating her pussy, and opening her lips wide, used them to completely surround the head of his prong, as her tongue began madly lapping.
Gripping his prick, she forced her mouth ever lower until she had engulfed the full hardness of him and her lips were kissing his balls and pelvis. She sucked strongly, then bobbed her head up, then down, then up, down, up, down, continually pressing her tongue around the sensitive glans.
Staring, Mary Jane put a hand to her throat, actually feeling the length of her uncle's obdurate prick as if it were in her own mouth rather than that of his mother's, her grandmother's.
Her grandmother's lips were sliding up and down, making the meaty probe in her mouth glisten wetly. At the same time she was wiggling her own pussy against her son's face, writhing as his tongue obviously made inroads into her seething center.
Her uncle began bouncing wildly on the bed as his mother's mouth continued sucking and chewing, sipping at the lubricant constantly pouring into her mouth. He groaned into the pussy he was lapping, and it was as if the soft hollowness inside echoed his sounds. Mary Jane saw his balls tighten and wiggle under her grandmother's expert touch, and then she saw the bottom of his cock actually pulsate as her grandmother's mouth rose to the top with her lips tightened around the glans. She realized her uncle was popping his wad as he bounced on the bed, pumping his prick ever higher, squirting the lubricious contents of his balls into her mouth. And her grandmother swallowed voraciously, just as she'd seen her sister swallowing the seed from her father's penis.
And then her grandmother's thighs tightened around her uncle's head as, with her mouth still locked on her uncle's withering cock, she began squirming and writhing, moving from one side to the other, squeezing his face tightly, making soft, almost sibilant moaning sounds with her lips still surrounding the grape-colored head of her uncle's lessening cock. Strong, muscular ripples showed in the tightening of her asscheeks as she stiffened and pressed her pussy deeply into his gobbling mouth.
Mary Jane couldn't stand to watch more. She had to get out before she was detected.
Silently, she eased her way down the tiny hal moved to the back door, and let herself out. On outside in the cold, damp, dark night, she ran toward the worship house. Tears flooded her eyes and ran down her cheeks as sobs came pouring from her throat
What kind of evil is this? she wondered. How had it been able to continue undetected all those years?
"God in Heaven," she whispered through her sobs. "Please show me the right way. How can I indulge in this terrible thing? I read where most of the world is happy. Where men and women who never knew one another meet, fall in love, and marry. Please let me find someone to love. I don't want to give my body to my father, nor do I want to bear any sons who will use me later. Please help me.
Stunned, completely at a loss as to what to do, she headed for the worship house. She wondered now if the prayer master, and his sister, the matron, were also sleeping together. Why not? It was happening with everyone else in Bell's Landing.
Marriage was a ceremony which allowed people to sleep together any night of the week. But without any kind of nuptial blessing, mothers and sons, and fathers and daughters were spending one night a week in copulation. It was every Friday night; holy night. Friday was their holy day, as well. It was the day everyone rested from his or her work. But this was only to be expected, because the tourists flooded in on Saturday and Sunday, and everyone in Bell's Landing had to do what they could to keep the tourists believing the Padramors were as simple as the Quakers in their beliefs. The only thing they couldn't hide was the electricity, but it proved to be a boon rather than a detriment. Because of electricity, they had been able to build the tourist lodge on the other side of the island, near the mountain. Tourist dollars in both Winter and Summer abetted what they earned from their farms and dairies.
CHAPTER FOUR
Worship services were more than half over when Mary Jane returned. She sat listlessly through the rest of the service. When it was over, she returned home. Her parents, her grandmother, her sister, and her brothers were all up, reading the various farm and dairy journals or mail order catalogs. There was no sign anything had taken place while she was gone.
That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, Mary Jane lay awake, wondering if she would suffer some sort of breakdown after having witnessed what she'd seen. She remembered more than one girl on the island had suffered some sort of mental malady at the age of fifteen, and now she knew why. These girls had not been able to accept incest. All of them were kept locked in the mental ward of the island's only hospital, where they were allowed to talk to no one. No, Mary Jane would not allow this to happen to her. She had to get away from the island, and if anyone suspected she would not accept the Padramor ways, she knew she would be locked up, as well. Her fifteenth birthday was only weeks away. She remembered her sister had gone for "instruction" a few weeks prior to her own fifteenth birthday. That meant she would probably go, herself, very shortly. She had only until her birthday to escape. And she would have only one chance. If she missed it, she would never get another chance. Once a girl was locked up in the "Mental Ward," there was no hope of being released.
To escape, she would need outside help. The only place she would find that was at the tourist lodge. Yes, she would go there. She would offer her services as a waitress. She had never been to the lodge, since it was forbidden for anyone not working there to have anything to do with it. Frivolity was forbidden in the Padramor religion.
Imagine that! she thought to herself. Frivolity was forbidden, but incest was a must.
Any girl over the age of twelve was permitted to volunteer to work at the lodge, provided work was all they did. All tips they received were to be turned to the community fund, to be shared equally among all the families. After all, each of the Padramor families accepted its share of expenses in maintaining the lodge, just as each supplied at least one son in rotation to make sure the lodge was well-run.
Bob would be going to the lodge in the morning. It was his week to see the lodge remained a comfortable place for the tourists, and with Bob acting as the manager, Mary Jane knew she would have no trouble getting a waitress job. She would have to be there early every morning to serve breakfast, then clear the table and set it for the noon meal. Then she would hurry to school. At fifteen minutes before noon, she would be permitted to leave school to serve the inn's patrons. Then she would be allowed fifteen minutes for her own lunch. After setting the table for the evening meal, she would return to school. At three o'clock she would be finished with school, but then she would go for "instruction." She knew it would be this week. By five o'clock she would be back at the inn, helping with the cocktail hour, serving all kinds of beverages forbidden to Padramors. At six she would wait on tables again until almost eight Then she would help wash dishes in the kitchen after which she would return home. But while a the lodge, Mary Jane knew she just might meet someone who could help her get away from the horror of incest. It was her only hope.
Thinking about she fell asleep and dreamed about the horrible things she had seen taking place between her father and sister, only in her dream, she was a close up spectator, and when her father was finished with her sister, he wanted to use her.
She awoke with her covers rammed in her mouth to keep her from screaming. She had to get away, no matter what happened after. She had no idea where she'd go, or what she'd do. But she did know the Padramor way of life no longer meant anything to her. She'd do it. If she had to work in a bordello in Spanish Morocco the rest of her life it would be worth it. At least she wouldn't be sleeping with her father.
Daylight finally arrived. It was Saturday. There would be no school today or tomorrow. Normally she would be working in the little curio shop near the general store in the village. As long as she was behind a counter, wearing a quaint apron to fool the tourists, and had an adult nearby to keep an eye on her, her family allowed her to work in the store. But Mary Jane had no intention of working in the curio store any longer. She wanted to be a waitress at the lodge at the far end of the island, and she intended discussing it with her father at breakfast.
When she finally did bring it up at the breakfast table, she was surprised to see him readily agree.
"You're showing a sense of responsibility,'' he told her. "I like that. It will make facing the future much easier. We Padramors have never had an easy life, and being able to adapt to all circumstances has been a trait of ours. Yes, I think it's time you went to the lodge with your brother and helped out. Bob," he said to the oldest of her brothers. 'Take Mary Jane with you, today. I make you responsible for her behavior."
"I can't foresee any problems," her brother said. "She's always been well-behaved."
"Make sure she doesn't do or say anything that will reflect badly on us."
"Depend on it, Father."
After breakfast, Mary Jane was permitted to leave with her brother while her mother and grandmother did the dishes. She wore a green gingham dress that fell to her ankles, and over it she put on her heavy cloth coat. It was snowing again, and this time the snow was sticking. They had to wear boots and carry their shoes in paper bags.
As they walked, Bob said, "Don't be shocked by anything you see there."
"Why should I be shocked?" Mary Jane asked.
"You'll not only wait tables on the weekend, but help make up the rooms. On occasion you'll walk into a room where there is no sign on the door asking you not to enter-. You will see things happening between men and women of which you are not fully aware. All the other girls pretend to ignore them as they are asked to carry on with their cleaning duties. Some tourists are ignorant savages and think they can shock our girls, or even convince them to join in with them. Naturally our girls have nothing to do with them. If they're unable to leave, they do their work as quickly as possible. If, like the other girls, you wish to observe, do so quietly while doing your work."
"You act as if this goes on all the time," Mary Jane said.
"No," he admitted, "not all the time. But more than we'd like to believe. Most of the tourists come for the skiing. But many come to indulge in private bacchanals, and it doesn't seem to bother them when the maid walks in."
They continued walking for more than an hour before reaching the lodge. It was just far enough away from the mountain so that any possible avalanche might not hit it.
Breakfast time was over when they got there, and the tables had already been set for lunch, so Mary Jane, after removing her coat and her boots, put on an apron, and helped clean the rooms and make up the beds. She was actually looking forward to seeing something in the vein her brother had described to her, earlier. But nothing happened. She didn't even meet any of the rooms' occupants.
At luncheon, she was assigned five tables, each seating eight people. All forty seats were occupied, twenty by men and twenty by women. Mary Jane noted not all the women and men were paired off. Some came up as singles and so were placed-together at the various tables. Such was the case at two of her tables. And one of the men, in his mid-twenties, didn't seem the least bit interested in any of the girls there.
"Is anything wrong?" she asked, while serving dessert.
"Huh? Oh, no," he hastily replied, smiling, and she almost fainted he was so good looking.
He had black hair, wavy but not too long like all the others who were there. His features weren't classic, but they were put together in such a way no woman could help but stare at him, as the girls on either side of him were doing. But he was ignoring him. Yet, when Mary Jane had spoken to him, he had given her a brighter smile than he'd given to any of the other girls. He was thin, but not gaunt.
"Can I get you anything more?" Mary Jane asked.
"You can get me the recipe for this pecan pie," he told her. "It's better than anything I can offer."
"I don't understand," she said.
"I own a restaurant," he explained. "I go all over the country, and sometimes out of the country looking for exceptional dishes. Then I try to get the recipe and bring it back with me."
"Oh, then you're not a skier."
"Heck, no. I'd break my neck if I tried."
"You mean you're actually here on business?"
"Sounds crazy, I know," he nodded, "but it's true. D'you think you can get me the recipe?"
"Gee, I guess so," she nodded. "It might take a little time, though. I can give it to you in the lobby, later on."
"Great. I'll be near one of the picture windows looking out at all that snow."
"I'll find you, Mr.. .."
"Benson, Ronny Benson. All my friends call me Ronny."
"I'll have the recipe for you a little later, Mr. Benson."
"Ronny, please."
"I'd like some more coffee," the frizzy redhead to Ronny Benson's right announced. "How about it, little girl."
"Oh, certainly," Mary Jane replied, and went to get the coffee percolator.
As she walked away she heard the redhead saying, "Since when are you playing with babies, Ronny?"
She didn't hear the reply.
After lunch, she helped clear the tables, put fresh table cloths on them, spread the clean dishes and flatware while she took the used dishes and utensils to the kitchen and helped wash and dry them.
The pastry chef, actually a chef-ess, gave her the pecan pie recipe, which called for extra vanilla, and she tucked it into the pocket of her gingham dress.
She went to the lobby and spotted Ronny. She gave him the recipe and stood and talked with him for nearly two hours. She was entranced by his good looks, by the intelligent way he spoke, and by his gentlemanly manners.
That evening at dinner, she gave him the best portions of roast chicken (there was no beef served at all on Bell's Landing), and even made certain he got the largest piece of peach pie. Anticipating his request, she got him the recipe for that, as well.
That night, after going home with Bob and going to bed, she decided Ronny Benson might well be the one to help her.
CHAPTER FIVE
The following morning, she and her brother awoke before the rest of the family and hurried to the inn before breakfast. Snow had fallen all the previous day, and they had to walk through two foot drifts. Nevertheless they reached the inn well before breakfast time and even had a few minutes to enjoy a hot cup of chocolate and some cinnamon buns, themselves.
The breakfast serving went quickly enough. Ronny was there, smiling and bright. He had old-fashioned sideburns that came down to his jawline. They seemed to enhance his features and perhaps they contributed to his good looks.
After breakfast, she prepared the table for the noon meal, then went about making up the rooms. And that was when she encountered the kind of trouble her brother had warned her about.
There was no sign on the door, so she went right in.
"Come right on in, honey," the frizzy redhead called out.
It was the same redhead who sat at the dining room table, next to Ronny Benson. She hadn't been down to breakfast, and Mary Jane could see why. The girl was more than a little drunk. She had another girl in the room, a brunette, and both were baby-naked. Not so the two men in the room. Both men had dark brown hair, and both also sat at the same dining room table. One was called Mitch something-or-other, and the other man was known as Earl. Mitch was short and compact, while Earl was tall, heavy, and sported a walrus mustache. Both men were in their underwear. They had probably come back to the girls' room the previous night, but all of them had been too drunk to do anything at the time. They'd fallen asleep after stripping down as far as they'd gotten. Her entering had apparently awakened them. While Mitch got up and staggered to the bathroom, Earl yawned and licked his chops, saying nothing as he climbed onto one of the beds (he and Mitch had sacked out on the floor), and then managed to get to his feet.
"Hi ya honey," he yawned at Mary Jane. Then he smiled and said, "Wanna see somethin'? He sucked in his fat gut and tugged his underpants down revealing a monstrous cock, as thick as the barrel of an eight gauge single-barrel shotgun, and almost as long; only the skin was all pink and topped off with a violet, uncircumcised point. The knob at the top of the boner looked like an unpeeled onion.
Mary Jane, after having seen her parents, grandmother, uncle and sister bobbing away at one another no longer felt any kind of shock. She turned away from them and began using the vacuum cleaner she had brought with her, on the carpet. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Earl beckon to the redhead, who got up off the bed and walked over to where he was leaning against a bar in the corner of the room. "Earl shoved the redhead almost violently against the bar, bent his knees somewhat, using them to part her thighs at the same time, then began rubbing his hand up and down inside the redhead's already-wet cunt.
"I like to fuck standing up," he yelled, loud enough to be heard over the sound of the vacuum cleaner.
Using his fingers to keep her leaking pussylips wide apart, he used his other hand to guide his phallic probe up into her seething, tight quim, ramming it right into the tight orifice with a single upward flexing of his hips. The redhead slipped her arms around his corpulent body, clinging tightly to the weighty torso beneath his undershirt as she went into a wild, almost insane gyration, slamming her slurping cunt back and forth in insane, mad twists and turns, as if she were corkscrewing herself onto his cock, slowly working her way down to the base. She screeched in delightful ecstasy, feeling his solid meat drive all the way up into her fiery center.
As the plunging prick moved back and forth, revealing itself partially on each backstroke, Mary Jane saw it was covered with a colorless, bubbling froth, and as their pelvises banged together, the froth enmeshed itself in both pubic hairs, making the hairs shine and glisten. She could hear the squish-squish of their movements as the redhead began riding the solid meat all the more violently, her arms now around Earl's neck. Earl responded, his thighs whacking against the fronts of her delightful legs, and he slammed into her with such vehemence, her feet were lifted right off the floor.
"I'm gonna come, honey," he muttered. "Can't hold it back."
"Just a little longer," she begged. "Don't shoot just yet, not yet. Take it out and suck my pussy for awhile."
"Why the ... hell... should ... I?" Earl asked, socking his mighty cock ever deeper into her anxious inferno.
"I'll... uhhhh ... lick your... ohoohh... asshole, I promise. Just don't come inside me, yet. I'm not ready.''
"Shit!" Earl muttered. This is gonna kill the feeling for me."
"Ill make it up to you," she promised, as he slowed down.
How in God's name could they be enjoying themselves? Mary Jane wondered. There was no tenderness, no love, no nothing. At least her father and sister had exhibited strong emotional feeling for one another. Between these people there was nothing. It was purely carnal. Although the idea of sex with her father was still intolerable in her own mind, Mary Jane realized what these people were doing was far, far worse.
"I got me a good idea," Earl said as Mitch emerged from the bathroom after flushing the toilets. "I wanna see you two broads make it together. Once the two of you make one another come, Mitch and I'll fuck the ass off the both of you and finish you."
How disgusting! Mary Jane thought, vacuuming one of the cushioned chairs in the room.
"We'll let Miss Goody-Tow Shoes over there see how it's done," Mitch laughed. "Who knows? Maybe she'll want to join in."
"Oh, Christ'" the brunette spoke up. "I'm not in the mood to make it with Molly, here. I don't like licking pussy."
"Too bad," Molly, the redhead, laughed. "You're just gonna have to like it." And she leaped on the other girl, grabbing her head in her arms and holding her tight as she brought her mouth down on hers. She rubbed her large, bouncy tits against the brunette's smaller, firmer knobs, feeling them harden as the pink nipples swelled and become tiny, anxious spikes.
Molly's hand began moving up the inner thigh of the other girl, and the brunette tore her mouth away, saying, "Come on, knock it off. I didn't bargain for this ..."
And her voice was once again cut off by the pressing, demanding lips of the redhead Molly, sucking at her mouth like an army of leeches.
The redhead's larger tits were rubbing sensuously against the brunette's firmer ones, and it was obvious, even to Mary Jane, that the brunette was becoming affected by the contact. The combination of Molly's mouth kissing hers, and Molly's tits pressing into her own nipples made her breathe hard.
The redhead's fingers, running up the brunette's thigh, now wormed into the mossy fur covering the other woman's pussy. Mary Jane, still working, watched as Molly's fingers moved through the brunette's pelvic bush until they came to the soft, outer labia. The fingers slid gently back and forth, and more moisture began bubbling forth from the brunette's tantalized cunt, like sap oozing out of a maple tree. And then Mary Jane saw the finger part the outer labia into the secret vestibule they protected.
"Jee-sus!" the redhead muttered, "you have one sweet little box there. Christ! Is it ever tight."
Now Molly's fingers were sliding in and out of the slithery temple. The plunging of her fingers in and out continued and it was obvious the brunette was feeling a heated liquidity building up inside her sucking cunt. Her mind was being overcome by her senses, and at that point she almost didn't care whether it was a man's finger or a woman's moving in and out of her slot. She tried to make one more effort to object, and pulling her mouth from Molly's, said, "Come on, Molly, I don't dig the lessie route. Stop it."
"Knock it off," Molly told her: "You don't really want me to stop fingerfucking you, and you know it."
Mary Jane was no longer vacuuming. At this point she was waxing the furniture, and though she kept her face averted, from the corner of her eye she could see everything going on. She watched as Molly's fingers shoved in a little deeper, once again getting sympathetic feelings, only this time they weren't painful. She could almost feel fingers sliding into the sucking center of her hot cunt as the palm pressed against her pelted lips, occasionally brushing the beadlike extension of her own aching clit.
Oh, yes! She knew all about clitorises. She, was at the head of her class in sex and hygiene. So it was no surprise to feel her own suddenly extend itself and rub against her woolen panty.
"What a fabulous pussy," Molly muttered, pressing kisses against the redhead's throat as her fingers moved in and out of the hot, slimy orifice. "Christ! It's so fucking tight, just begging to have someone love it."
There was no doubt about it, now. The brunette was hooked by Molly's moving fingers. Her eyes were glazed, and her thighs, previously pressed together, fighting Molly's fingers, were now wide apart and welcoming them as she writhed, greeting the invading digits. She moved her ass-cheeks a bit so Molly could delve into her a bit better. She began moaning with lust
"You like it, don't you," Molly asked.
"Yes, but..."
"No buts," Molly laughed, leaning over and kissing the girl's right nipple, licking it carefully.
"Thatta girl," Mitch urged. "That's the way, Molly. Do her good. I'll finish her off when the time comes. Just keep working on her."
"Just don't take too long," Earl snapped. "I was ready to come when you stopped me, and believe me, that isn't healthy."
"Look at those tits," Molly said to the two men. "Look how firm and solid they are, like two huge alligator pears."
Molly's mouth came down again on the nipple of the brunette's right tit. She began sucking earnestly, and the brunette started sighing loudly. Molly was like an animal; a honey bear, and she had just found the most delicious pot of honey in the world. Her tongue flicked the now-ruby nipple again and again, making the other woman shudder and quake.
Vile! Mary Jane thought. That two women should indulge in such terrible things together was almost as unconscionable as incest. Was there no beauty left in sex? Was it all smutty and disgusting as she had witnessed? How could people bear to live this way?
The brunette was sighing loudly now, and Molly murmured, "It's good, isn't it, honey."
"Oh you bet," the brunette replied.
"You like the way I suck your tits and finger your cunt?"
"Better believe it. I've been fucked by half of the eastern seaboard and there isn't a male in the world who has been able to make me feel this good."
"Take notes, boys," Molly said to the two men. 'This is the way to do it"
As though in a dream world all her own, the brunette reached out and cupped one of-Molly's heavy tits. Her palm pressed into the nipple, feeling it swell and grow until it was as read as the girl's hair. The breast itself was huge and soft, and in a matter of a few years would start to hang like an old bag.
Molly shifted a bit so her breast would start moving toward the brunette's mouth, and the latter lifted her head and began sucking madly as she felt the thick nipple pass between her anxious lips. Her tongue was running over the velvety rubber, tasting the musky flavor. She began biting on it, chewing and nibbling, feeling the sponginess between her teeth. She sucked as hard as she could, pulling the nipple as far into her mouth as possible, and now it was Molly's turn to groan.
Molly's hand began sliding down the brunette's back as her other hand continued toying with the girl's sopping cunt. Her fingers tightened around one of the brunette's firm buttocks, examining the crease where the cheek joined to the leg and where both were attached to the torso. Her fingers dug into the hard fullness of the asscheek, then rubbed between the full gluteal mounds, touching the girl's asshole.
Meanwhile the fingers of her other hand continued thrusting in and out of the brunette's love tunnel as her palm squashed itself against the vulva.
"You have a great cunt," Molly whispered. "The hair is like corn silk, and the flesh inside is so soft and tender."
Her sinking fingers rammed themselves in all the more deeply, causing one blaze after another to ignite inside the squirming brunette.
Abruptly, the redhead tugged her fingers from the other girl's leaking cavern and lay down on top of her, belly to belly and tit to tit. The sensitive contact was unutterably delightful. The red jungle between Molly's thighs pressed against the dark forest between the brunette's legs, and Mary Jane was wondering what the redhead could do without a cock of her own. The two women clamped their mouths one to the other, their tongues invading each other's oral cavities. Molly licked hungrily, tasting the other girl's tongue, teeth, gums, and palate. And then she broke the kiss off and sat back. She wanted to gaze at the pussy over which she now had total control.
Parting the cupshaped lips of the girl's pussy with her fingers, her tongue came out and licked her lips as she stared into the blazing core beyond those labia. The pinkflowered delight of the brunette's snatch was before her.
From where she was, cleaning, Mary Jane could see directly into the deep, pink well of the brunette's slithery gash, and she decided there just wasn't anything that fantastic about the inside of a woman's vagina. How the redheaded Molly could bring herself to make love to that peach-like gash was totally beyond Mary Jane's comprehension. She was certain her parents would disapprove of this, even if they were involved in another kind of sinful lust
But the brunette was behaving more and more wantonly, thrusting her pelvic center up and down as if anxious for Molly to continue.
Molly moved her own body forward, rubbing the red thatch of her own cunt against the brunette's dark mat as her head came down and her tongue began furiously working on the brunette's nipples. The summits of the girl's breasts seemed to swell all the more in response to the heavy tongue pressed against each in turn. At the same time Molly was rubbing her wet slice of cunt against the gash of the other girl's humping pussy.
Perspiration covered the brows of both women, and the brunette began writhing madly beneath the undulating Molly's pressing body. The redhead's soft-lipped pussy began massaging the tender labia of the other girl, letting its hot juices drip all over the sopping cunt. Each could now smell its hot juices drip all over the sopping cunt Each could now smell the erotic aroma coming from the other, and the on-looking men were incensed all the more as they watched. The white wine seeping from the brunette's sensitive channel was being sponged up by the redhead's muff, and clumps of damp hair-circlets formed on both pelvises in place of the usual fluffy curls.
Molly's entire body, from full, fleshy tits to heavy thighs, was weighing on that of the brunette, but the latter didn't seem to feel anything other than more and more heat as Molly's hungering rictus of pussy continually sought to swallow the lips of the cunt beneath hers, only to feel the pussy fight back as if attempting to gobble hers up.
Suddenly the swelling clits of both women came into contact with one another, and it was as if each had been jolted with twenty thousand volts of electricity.
The brunette jumped, but Molly matched her, thrusting down, forcing their clits to continue rubbing against one another.
"Oh my God!" the brunette screamed as her raw clit rubbed itself furiously against the vaginal extension of Molly.
. Molly, on fire now, not only jammed her sopping cunt more solidly against that of the brunette, but stuffed more of the dark-haired girl's tit down her throat, chewing on the flesh. Flames were roaring in the kiln of her volcano-like cunt, and it was as if burning lava was pouring from her sodden slash onto the receptacle of the brunette, below. The latter forced her center all the higher, grinding her pussy around and around, feeling her labia rub against the other woman's sodden vulva, feeling her pussy water mix with the juices being spat out by the redhead's simmering box. Their pussies kissed as strongly as any two mouths.
The brunette's hands were running up and down Molly's flanks, her fingers digging into the solid flesh, trying to force the woman to press her pussy against hers that much harder.
"Hey man!" the one called Mitch said aloud, "A clit fuck is as good as anything they can do with their mouths. Yeah, come on, girls. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
There was no doubt the brunette was feeling something. She was grinding her pussy with maddening speed under Molly's relentlessly pressing labia. Both girls were jerking madly, each on the verge of a climax.
Earl turned to Mary Jane, who was by the door, and said, "You just stay there, girlie. This is where Mitch and I come in."
He went and literally dragged Molly off the other girl, and while Mitch jumped on the brunette, inserting his cock as far up as it would go, Earl threw himself on Molly. The hot, soaking slipperiness of her pussy totally engulfed and swallowed the full length of his drilling penis. And then he felt as if his entire body were being swallowed whole, gobbled up by the sucking bog clutching his solid cock. He could feel his entire length being pulled all the way down into her greasy, subterranean center. Molly was pounding away at him with her fists, pummeling his chest because of the thrills she felt as his seething tool buried itself in her swamp.
Earl pressed on her shoulders and arms to keep her from hurting him, then pulled his mighty phallus almost all the way back until only his magenta glans was in her blistering pussy. Then he slammed back in with all the savage desire building in him since she'd made him take his cock out before coming. This time there would be no halfway. This time he would pump into her until he fired off his entire load.
Molly screamed like a banshee being speared by a yard-long lance. Her fiery snatch was a forest fire of desire. Her vaginal muscles tightened with all their strength, madly sucking on his swollen prick. He could feel the tug at the very base of his in-plunging prong as if she were trying to detach it from his body.
"Deeper," Molly screamed, "Shove that fucking tool all the way in."
Earl was doing his damndest with long, forceful, battering plunges finishing with a solid thwack as his pelvis slammed into hers. Christ! She had one deep cunt. No matter how hard he drove into her, he couldn't touch bottom. Damn! Damn! Damn!
Mary Jane was now watching in awe, certain that his movement was so fast, the friction in her flaming tunnel would cause the fire to come out of her and fall on the carpet, setting the room ablaze. Earl was shoving his white-hot meat into Molly with such power it looked as if his driving hips were hammers literally driving the spike of cock so deep, the redhead was being nailed to the mattress. She seemed helpless, wriggling and flailing like a gaffed marlin.
"How's it feel now, you bitch?" Earl was muttering. "You got more cock than you'll ever be able to handle at his point. Any harder and my cock'll stake you through the heart."
The brunette was receiving no less thorough a cunt massage from Mitch's solid prick. The shorter, more solidly-built man was pounding his meat almost viciously into the brunette's steaming slot, and Mary Jane almost thought she saw smoke coming from between her thighs. Her fingers were much more active than Molly's, rubbing Mitch's back and teasing his asscheeks, tugging him more deeply into her devouring quagmire. Mitch's mouth was locked to the that of the brunette. They didn't waste time with words, cursing one another out. The feel of tongue on tongue was too sensuous to let go by as his horny nail continued pronging into her juicing crevice. The girl's feet were wrapped around his body, her heels kicking his ass, urging him ever deeper. She moaned even as his mouth continued suturing itself to hers, floundering almost helplessly beneath his constant, relentless attack.
Mary Jane was rooted to the spot, unable to move, fascinated by the sight of the dual fornication. It was obvious from the heavy panting and grunts and groans that all four were enjoying themselves immensely.
If this was the way people reacted with members of the opposite sex whom they hardly knew, how much more wonderful might it be with a person one loved?
Abby had always adored their father. Now Mary Jane could understand why she had taken so readily to being screwed by him. And her mother, Peggy, was always hot. More than once Mary Jane had observed her mother rubbing herself in that spot. Now she had three sons to constantly wear her out. She wouldn't be surprised if one of her brothers actually married her sister rather than let Abby bear a son that might grow up and marry her. After all, the boys needed wives, too, and it was possible their mother might already be undergoing change of life. True, she probably had one or more fetus already inside her. If it turned out to be a female, Michael, her youngest brother, could wait for the unborn child to reach the age of fifteen, and then marry her ... provided it lived. But that left one brother still unmarried, which meant the possibility of her father's eventually marrying said brother to herself. That was as unthinkable as allowing herself to couple with her father.
She gazed raptly as Molly suddenly began cursing violently, screaming obscene words she'd never heard before, mingled with many she had heard. She was sighing, bellowing, squirming and writhing in a mad fury, using so much strength she nearly heaved Earl off her.
"Me, too," Earl bellowed, really pumping it to her so swiftly his thumping cock was a mere blur as it rushed in and out of her reddened vagina.
His heavy white semen began spurting wildly into her sucking maw, shooting so heavily it instantly began seeping out the sides, down her thighs, onto the bed. Mary Jane could see and smell the fluid. It should have nauseated her. It didn't. Deep down she felt all hot and bothered. Something was telling her to rush to the bed and lap up the fluid with her tongue so it wasn't wasted.
No, she thought, as the brunette screamed out her own satisfaction. No, she couldn't do that. It was wrong. She had to leave, and quickly.
Gathering up the vacuum cleaner, she yanked open the door as she heard Mitch grunt while in the throes of his own climax. Hurrying into the hallway, she shut the door behind her.
"Oh, God!" she sobbed. "Oh God! How awful! How disgusting."
She wasn't referring to what she'd seen at that moment. Rather her remarks were aimed at her own aroused feelings. Something inside her was telling her she wanted to do the same things.
"Hey, what's wrong?" a voice asked.
She looked up. It was Ronny Benson. He was just coming out of his own room, across the hall.
"N .. . nothing," she stammered, looking away.
"Like heck, nothing. You look pale. Something's really bothering you. I think you and I should talk about it. Put that machine down. You're in no shape to go on working."
"But I have to finish the next three rooms."
"Miss," Ronny called out to another girl who was coming out of a room farther down the hall.
"Sir?" the girl asked, approaching.
"This young lady seems to have suddenly been taken ill. I'm bringing her down to the lobby to the manager. Do you think you could finish these last few rooms here, as well as those you've been assigned?"
"Certainly. Mary Jane, can I help? What's wrong?"
"In there," Mary Jane muttered, pointing to the door from which she'd just emerged.
The girl walked over to the door, opened it, poked her head in, then came right back out, shutting the door.
"Was this your first time seeing something like that?" the girl asked.
Mary Jane nodded.
"It takes getting used to."
The girl was older than herself, and probably well experienced in the ways of incest The sight of simple fornication would mean nothing to her.
"Ill help her down to the lobby," Ronny insisted.
"Fresh air might help more than sitting in the lobby," the other girl said. "See to it she puts on her coat and goes outside for awhile. I'll cover for her here. But don't say anything to the manager. He's her brother."
"Okay," Ronny agreed.
'Take the back stairs, and make certain she's back by noon."
CHAPTER SIX
Ronny was already wearing his own boots and coat, and he helped Mary Jane downstairs, and she put on her coat and slipped on her boots and they left the lodge and took a back trail.
"Care to talk about what was bothering you?" Ronny asked.
"I... well... I... well... it's all so ridiculous in a way."
Tell me about how ridiculous it is," Ronny suggested.
So she haltingly told him what she'd seen in Molly's room a few minutes earlier. "I suppose to a girl like yourself, reared gently, such a sight would be unnerving."
"It was terrifying."
"Did they attempt to harm you in any way?"
"Oh no! They never came near me. I suppose it was my own fault, in a way. I should have rushed right out of the room the moment I saw them. It was just that the sight was so ... well ... fascinating. I'd never seen anything like that close up before. '
"Up close? Do you mean you saw something like that from a distance?" Ronny asked as they walked through a small copse of tall Evergreen trees.
"Well ... I mean . ."
"Look, let's not start that again. You don't owe me any explanations and you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to say. Look, it's not quite ten-forty. Suppose I hire a horse and sleigh and we go for a short ride."
"Oh no! I have to be in the dining room by a quarter to twelve."
"I'll have you back in plenty of time. Besides, the fresh air is great for you. The color is coming back into your cheeks."
For the first time in her life, Mary Jane blushed. She actually felt shy and incapable of replying.
"It'll only be a short drive," Ronny assured her. "No one will ever know you were gone. Come on, you need a little fun to cheer you up."
Twenty four hours earlier, Mary Jane would have been shocked by the idea. Even now she had to think twice before finally agreeing.
The Padramor religion no longer had meaning to her. It preached things she, herself, could not come to accept. And if she could not accept part of it, she could not accept the rest of it. She wanted to feel happy. Seeing all the people at the lodge, watching the way they laughed and joked and enjoyed themselves had made her feel jealous. Why was it wrong to be happy? She wanted a little happiness. She had earned it, especially after seeing the horrible things going on between the members of her family, realizing what would happen to her if she refused to accept such a way of life.
They went to where Ronny could rent a horse and sleigh. Mary Jane remained out of sight while Ronny rented the sleigh, then, when he drove out and part of the way down the road, she stepped from behind a large pine tree and got into the sleigh.
"Tell me about the rest of the world," she said as he drove down the trail, away from everything and everyone.
And he told her about life where he had come from. He told her about the suburbs, and block after block of frame houses all looking alike, all with families where both the husband and wife had to go to work in order to make mortgage payments and pay off all the installment bills. Women who worked were too tired to cook when they came home at night. They wanted their husbands to take them out to a restaurant, and that was how he was able to make such a nice living. His restaurant, which was open six days a week, was always filled during the lunch and dinner hours.
To Mary it sounded wonderful. It was heaven compared to the life she knew she had to look forward to if she remained on Bell's Landing.
"It sounds like heaven," she murmured, when he was finished.
"Well it's hardly that," he laughed. "The hours are long, the work is hard, and though the money's good, it isn't great. It's a living."
"Does your wife work?" she asked.
"My wife?" he laughed. "I'll never have time to get married. If I had a wife she would have to help in the restaurant. She'd be working all day, right alongside me, except for when she was bringing up my kids. And even then, she'd be expected to come in when I needed her."
"I envy your wife," she told him, "Whoever she'll be."
"Hey, you're just a kid," he laughed. "Aren't you kinda young talking about marriage?"
"All girls dream of a good marriage, even young ones," she said, smiling.
He drove for a while longer, then finally had to turn the sleigh around and head back to the rental barn. Mary Jane got out and waited for him while he brought it back, then came trudging out to where she was waiting.
"Look," he told her, as they stepped into the copse of trees again, "I have to go back to my restaurant, tonight. My brother is watching it for me, but I can't expect him to run it indefinitely. But I think I'd like to pick up a few more recipes."
"I'll get them for you," Mary Jane replied, her heart sinking, knowing he was leaving.
"Not today," he smiled. "Suppose I come back next weekend and pick them up."
"That would be wonderful," she squealed.
And before either of them realized what they were doing, her arms were around his neck and she was kissing him. Their lips blended together as if they'd been molded for each other.
And then, just as abruptly, Mary Jane pulled away, feeling terribly embarrassed.
"Hey," he said, "I liked it, I really did. Don't feel so awful about it. I mean, I know I'm not that special, but I'm not really ugly, either."
T think you're ... very nice," she said, more than a little out of breath.
"Well, you're something pretty terrific too, even if you are only fifteen. Heck, I know fifty-year-old women who aren't as intelligent as you. Will you be here next week?"
"One way or another, I'll be here," she assured him.
"Okay. Ill see you then."
"Aren't you staying for luncheon?" she asked.
"Oh sure. I wouldn't miss that for anything."
"Good."
"Come on, now. It's eleven thirty. We'd better hurry back."
"I know you'll think me brazen, but would you kiss me once more?"
"Be as brazen as you like," he murmured, and this time pulled her to him and kissed her resoundingly on the mouth.
Her lips parted and felt the tip of his tongue tingle against her own. Electric sparks moved statically up and down her spin, making her writhe and press herself more tightly to him.
Yes, this was the way one should feel. This was good and clean and pure and right.
And then she felt something else. He hadn't meant for her to feel it, but she felt it. It was the growing hardness swelling from between his thighs; a normal reaction to the enjoyment of her kiss. It was his cock. In her mind she could picture it
No! she thought. She didn't want that. She didn't know if she could ever want that after having seen how abusive sex could be.
Pulling her lips from his, Mary Jane yanked herself away and began running toward the lodge. No, no, no, she mustn't let herself ever get carried away.
Unable to fathom the girl, Ronny Benson shook his head and smiled, then began trudging after her.
She was a sweet kid, a little kooky, but sweet. And he had to admit, despite her youth, he liked her more than he should..
CHAPTER SEVEN
Monday arrived, and Mary Jane was told she would not have to work at the lodge during the week. This was it! Her instruction would begin immediately after school. No one had said anything to her, but she knew it.
"I think I'll be called for instruction today," she said to her sister on the way to school.
"Want a little sisterly advice?" Abigail asked.
"Ill listen," Mary Jane nodded. "I won't promise to take the advice, but I'll listen."
"Whatever they say might seem hard and difficult to believe, at first," Abby told her. "It's all true. Accept it. Do everything they tell you, and it'll all go a lot easier for you. One girl in my instruction class found everything almost impossible to accept. It took her a long while to straighten out, and when she did, she was close to the edge of a mental breakdown. I'm not supposed to tell you anything, but I think it'll be a lot easier if you just accept everything willingly. The first week you'll be with others who have their birthdays at around the same time as yourself. After that, the instruction becomes more detailed and more personal, so each girl is instructed individually."
"Don't the boys receive instruction too?"
'The boys don't need it. You'll understand everything when it's all over. Just do as you're told, and I think you'll find a different, more enjoyable outlook on life. One thing's for sure; you won't have to go to those dumb prayer meetings anymore. The only time you'll be in the worship house will be on holidays, with the rest of the family."
"I'll try to remember what you've told me," Mary Jane said, doing her best to hide the fact that she was already aware in what direction the instruction would lead.
She hoped and prayed the school day would never end, but class after class came and went, and soon classes were over for the day. Putting on her coat, Mary Jane joined three girls with birthdays all within two weeks of hers. They walked to the worship-house, entered the small vestry, hung up their coats and took seats.
After a short while, a matronly woman in her early forties entered and said, "Good afternoon, girls. I see you've come for your first week of instruction. Very good. I have been selected to give the instruction classes because I have no family duties to interfere with my teaching. Rest assured, I know all there is to know, and you will learn properly, provided you pay attention."
The girls nodded, still wondering what it was all about.
"Procreation is a very important part of our lives," the matron began. "You have all studied hygiene and sex education in school and therefore need no lessons from me in that direction. What shall therefore be discussed is, with whom do we copulate in order to procreate. Now before anyone has any questions, let me explain, forget what you have learned in the Bible. The Bible belongs to other religions, and we borrow it and try to adapt it to ours, but there are parts of it that don't fit in with our own beliefs. We are, all of us, followers of Josiah Bell, a direct descendant of Lot. Lot had daughters, but no sons. And Lot's daughters did not marry, yet they bore children. Here the Bible explains why. When Lot left Sodom and Gomorrah, his wife looked back and was turned into a pillar of salt. Lot, with his two unmarried daughters ran to the mountains to dwell. The daughters, knowing they would never have husbands, slept with their father. Each gave birth to a son, and each son founded a dynasty that lasted thousands of years. Moab, the oldest of the two boys sired by Lot on his daughters, even sired a nation. And it was from this nation that Josiah Bell's ancestors came. When the Moabites were eventfully wiped out this one family persisted and also hid in the mountains, staying alive by feeding on wild vegetables and nuts, suffering many hardships.
Mary shifted uncomfortably. She knew what was coming.
"The family continued to procreate," the matron said, "because the father sired children on his daughters, much like Lot did with his daughters. Their sons sired other children on their mothers, and so the family continued, with father joining to daughter, mother joining to son for many generations.
'The family never grew too large. Life in the mountains was very harsh. More children died than lived. But eventually the family left the mountains, made their way to Europe and settled in what became Spain. There they lived and flourished somewhat, calling themselves Padramor. But in 1492, King Ferdinand declared all non-Catholics must leave Spain, and so the Padramor family emigrated to England. Soon the family became so large, they began adopting other names, but still called themselves Padramors. They still practiced incest, keeping to themselves as much as possible. English names were taken, such as Bell, Drake, Jarrett, Farrar, and others. But Josiah Bell took over the leadership when, in the sixteen hundreds, religious freedom was once again restricted. He chartered a ship, gathered all the Padramors, and set sail for the new world. The rest, as you all know, is history."
The matron stopped for a moment. Mary Jane looked at the other girls, who in turn looked at her, as well as at one another.
"What I am trying to say," the matron went on, "is that all Padramors, or almost all Padramors, are the result of coition between parents and children. Many children grow up and marry their parents, producing even more offspring. What is forbidden in other religions, is a basic part of our own. Intercourse with anyone not of our faith is strictly forbidden. Intercourse with anyone not directly related to us is also forbidden unless the parents express a desire for the child to wed a Padramor from a different family. And the time is fast approaching when you girls will each be expected to mate with your respective fathers."
The other girls gasped, but Mary Jane kept silent. She knew the futility of arguing at this point.
"You must not go into your fathers' beds without knowing what to do and how to do it. Therefore we will begin by showing you girls what is known as a motion picture. On the mainland it is referred to as an adult, or erotic film. We will use this film, and many others, to learn. You will find this part of the instruction not only easy, but relatively enjoyable. Ice cream is a treat we Padramors do not enjoy often. Each of you girls will receive an ice cream cone apiece during each instruction session, while watching the films."
The matron left the four girls, and the other three began babbling amongst themselves. All were dazed, and one was on the verge of shock. Mary Jane leaned forward and said to her, "No matter what they say or do, don't fight it. Not right now. If you close your mind to this, you'll end up in the mental ward of the hospital. You don't want that."
The matron returned with the ice cream cones for the girls, handed them out, then opened a portable screen. At a signal, a projector went on, and the lights went out. And so began the first three erotic movies to be seen by the four girls.
Each day they returned to the vestry room and saw three more films. After each film there was a discussion, not about the story, which was flimsy enough, but about the sex techniques employed by the different women in the films.
After, the first day, the girls got over their wonderment at merely seeing a motion picture, since such entertainment was strictly forbidden on Bell's Landing. Mary Jane, having witnessed such happenings in real life, was in no way intrigued by the films, although she permitted herself to get involved in the discussions. What was happening on the screen was not occurring between members of the same family, and she was able to accept it, after awhile. Oddly enough, she did think back to the scene she had witnessed the previous Sunday, and the memory of that aroused her much more than the movies she was watching.
Friday came, and as she sat, watching the first erotic movie of the day, licking her ice cream cone, it first occurred to her, she was using the same tongue-action on the ice cream as the girl on the screen was using on the penis she was licking. Her hand opened involuntarily, and the cone fell to the floor.
My God! she thought. That's why they've been giving us this ice cream. They want us practicing. We're learning how to lick penises.
The horror of it made her entire body spasm. This was a nightmare. To become involved any further might actually begin to turn her in the direction they wished. She might indeed suck her father's thick cock.
She had to get away, and she had to do it this weekend. If she became enmeshed in this to any greater extent, she would be sharing her father with her sister in a very short while. Sharing! There was another thing that irritated her. She wanted a man of her own. She didn't want to share him with anyone. Why should her father have three women with which to dally while she had to be faithful to him and to him alone? Did she have to give birth to a multitude of sons like her mother to have her own masculine harem? No! No! No!
She wanted one man, all to herself, and she wanted to surrender herself only to him, when the time came. Right now, sex frightened her so much, she doubted if she could give herself to any man. True, the films were beginning to rouse her, but each time she saw how deeply the penis of the man thrust itself into the raw wound of a female cunt, she shuddered, realizing such a thing was destined to happen to her. She had to get away, and if Ronny Benson returned to the island, he was her one hope.
That Friday night, for the first time since she could remember, Mary Jane was not ordered to go to worship. It was no longer necessary. She knew what was happening, as did the other three girls. So all four girls were ordered to help prepare a collation at the worship house for a group of girls who were being initiated into the rites of incest that very night.
It was ten o'clock when the five girls, with their families, arrived at the worship house to be served by the four novice females. All five girls were smiling, but their eyes had an uncertain look about them. It was almost like a wedding ceremony. Only the "brides" had experienced consummation prior to the celebration rather than after.
Mary Jane stood by a punch bowl and doled out glasses of the non-alcoholic liquid to anyone who came over. She could see the strain on the faces of the five deflowered girls.
"How was it?" she managed to ask one of the girls who came over alone.
"Lousy," the girl replied. "He came too quickly and left me hanging right after causing one heck of a lot of pain. Somehow I get the feeling screwing isn't everything they make it out to be in those films."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mary Jane was unable to sleep that night. Her worst fear were coming true. If Ronny Benson wasn't at the hotel the following day, she might well kill herself.
She rose the next morning, bathed quickly, put on a light calico dress, threw on her heavy coat, tugged on her boots and hurried to the lodge. She was there before breakfast, and so had some hot chocolate and bread and butter, herself.
When the guests began to arrive, she hurried to the dining room, her heart in her throat. She began serving, worrying he hadn't returned as he promised he would.
Oh God! Please let him come, please let him come.
And at eight forty five she saw him enter the dining room. A tidal wave of relief swept over her. He was here. Somehow everything would be all right.
"Hi," he said, smiling as he sat, and his smile wiped out all her fears.
"Hi," she smiled back. "What would you like for breakfast?"
"Eggs, toast, juice, coffee, and cereal."
"Okay. I'll be working on your floor later on, if you still have the same room as last week."
"I do," he nodded, curious.
"I'd like to speak with you, if it's all right with you. Will you be there?"
"Sure, if you want."
"Please, Mr. Benson, please."
He saw the fright in her eyes and heard the quavering in her voice. She knew he wouldn't let her down.
Breakfast seemed to drag. Mary Jane felt her heart palpitate. She needed to speak with him so badly.
By nine thirty she'd cleared the table and set it for lunch. Then she hurried upstairs and began cleaning the rooms. She knew things would look bad if she just walked into Ronny's room first, before cleaning the ones before it, so she began working her way down. And that was when she encountered the heavy man known as Earl, again. He was in the room before Ronny's, and when she walked in, he was alone and completely naked.
"I'll come back later, sir," she said.
"Hey, wait a minute," he called out, and before she could open the door to leave, he was leaning against it. "You little Padramor cunts are nice little pieces," he told her. "I hear no one ever gets into you broads."
"Please sir, I have my work," she said.
"Yeah, sure, in a few minutes. Right now I wanna know what it'd take to make one of you cunts pull up your dress and yank down your bloomers."
"Sir, I have to go."
"When I say so," he snapped.
"If anyone finds out you've harmed me, you'll not only be banned from coming here again, but might even go to jail."
"Harm you? I ain't gonna harm you, kid. I just wanna feel you a little and get a gander at you. I wanna see what makes your cunt better than those of ordinary girls."
"Let me out of here," she gasped.
"Not till I get a piece of your ass, honey."
"I'll scream," she warned, terrified. "I'll scream, and it'll be heard, and you'll have to face the consequences."
"I'll have to face the consequences," he mimicked. "What the hell kind consequence could there be here, on this little shit island?"
"Rape is punishable anywhere," she muttered, shivering, backing away from him into the room.
"Ain't gonna be no sperm in your pussy, little honey," he smiled. "Hell! I ain't even gonna pop your cherry."
"No," she screamed, only to have her scream cut off as his fingers circled around her throat, choking tightly.
She tried to struggle only to feel his fingers close all the more tightly around her throat. He began dragging her toward the bed, his naked, upstanding erection thwacking against her body as he dragged her.
"You need a few lessons, little twat," he snapped, slapping her face with his free hand while his other hand still held her by the throat. "If I had the time I'd strip y'naked and use my belt on your ass. As it is, I'm gonna have to settle for a feel of your cunt and then you have to make me come."
He threw her on the bed, and she was both too frightened and too hurt to move. His hands reached under her long dress, grabbed for her cotton bloomers, and pulled them down.
To Mary Jane it was a nightmare. She was so terror-stricken, even if she had been able to scream, it would have stuck in her throat. As it was, she was whimpering, lying there on her stomach, feeling her bloomers being skinned off and her dress being rolled up to her hips. The bunching of the dress hurt her belly as she lay on it, and he increased the pressure by jamming a pillow under her stomach.
She could feel his knees forcing her thighs apart, and though she tried resisting, he slapped her ass-cheeks again and again until she finally relaxed and let him part them. Then she jumped as she felt the strange, unfamiliar hand suddenly reach down and press against the pouting dryness of her swollen pussylips.
"Oh, my God!" she begged in a hoarse whisper. "Please don't do that to me. Please don't..."
"Oh, shut up," he laughed. "I ain't gonna fuck you. You ain't even gonna feel my cock in your cunt. I just wanna see what the hell makes your cunt so special. Now you just lay there and don't move, 'cause if you do move you're gonna force me to hurt you."
Lying on her belly, face down on the bed, Mary Jane felt her breath catching in her throat again and again. She knew he was kneeling now, his fingers wandering up and down the thin line separating one labium from the other. He was teasing her, and at one point she could actually feel his breath between her thighs as he leaned in to take a closer look.
"Y'know somethin'," he told her. "Your pussy ain't no different from all the other ones I've fucked. Oh it's nice and tight 'cause you're still virgin, and I reckon I'm gonna leave your cunt that way. Hell, baby, at least y' smell good down there.
That chick I boffed when you were here last week smelled and tasted like week-old fish outta water."
God! she thought. Don't let him hurt me. Don't let him hurt me.
She could feel his forefinger running up and down, just barely parting her sweet labia. She knew he was tempted to poke his finger right into her, and she sobbed, involuntarily.
"Stay cool, little girl," he said, almost snarling "I see you got a cute little asshole, too."
Suddenly she jumped as she felt him attempt to ram his finger into her dry rectum.
"Stay still, goddamn you," he yelled, and smacked her ass loudly, making certain the pain was as strong as the sound was loud.
Still kneeling between her widespread loins, he used his thumb and forefinger to widen the pucker between her asscheeks, then pressed the other forefinger against the raisin-like hole. Once again she jumped, and once again he slapped her ass. She began to sob quietly into the remaining pillow near her head.
Earl licked his finger then once again and pressed it against the girl's anus. He even leaned forward and spat into the rectal entrance, making it easier for his finger to penetrate her tight hole.
"You stay loose 'n'it'll hurt a lot less, kid. You just relax that ass of yours."
His finger pushed in past the sphincter, finally entering up to the first digit.
"You got a nice clean asshole, too," he laughed. "You girls really know how to keep every little bit clean, don'tcha."
His finger penetrated to the second digit, actually being sucked in by now. The girl was writhing again, only Earl knew it wasn't all pain or dissatisfaction. Everyone in the world liked the feel of a finger in the ass. Hell! Many a time when a chick went down on him, she added zest to it all by probing into his asshole with her finger. It just made everything feel so fucking good. And now this little chick was wiggling with pleasure, enjoying the probing feel of his finger. She wouldn't admit it, but she liked it, the horny little bitch.
And even though Mary Jane refused to admit it to herself, she did like feeling his finger probe into her ass. If only he wouldn't be so coarse about it.
When he pulled the finger out, she thought that might be the end of it, but then yelped and almost jumped as she felt something cold and slimy probing her asshole. It actually pushed its way into her, and though she consciously refused to allow herself to feel it, her subconscious was being thrilled again and again. His tongue lapped heavily, literally washing her sphincter and the delicate membranes within as his fingers kneaded her soft, white asscheeks. Her buttocks were involuntarily twitching, tightening as he pressed his face between them. But tight as she clenched her asshole, his tongue, little by little, was making its way inside.
Soon he found her butt was actually humping up and hitting him in the face.
"You Padramor cunts like a good ass-lick as much as anyone," he laughed. "Oh baby, when you walk outta here, you're gonna know you been with a man."
He stood up and leaned over her ass. Mary Jane wondered what he was doing, and then felt something else probing at her asshole.
OhmiGod! she thought. He's trying to push his thing in there. He'll kill me!
His weight kept her from moving as he pushed his phallic probe directly against her tightened asshole, pushing with great effort, actually straining against her vain effort to keep her tight, rubbery ring locked.
"Open it up, girlie," he snapped. "Just relax it or I swear I'll turn y'over and fuck that delicious pussy of yours. And you know I mean what I say."
"Oh God!" she pleaded. "Don't hurt me, please!"
"It's gonna be fun," he sneered. "Just relax that ass of yours and you'll see, it'll all be a lotta fun."
"Don't do this," she begged. "Don't shame me."
"Aw shut the fuck up and enjoy it already."
He levered his hips forward and down, forcing the blunt-tipped phallus forward and through the pressuring ring, and then it slowly, very slowly began pushing its way up into her tight, narrow, boiling passageway.
"It hurts," she cried out, beating her fist on the bed. "It hurts. Oh dear God, how it hurts."
'There's more, honey," he assured her, and shoved a bit harder, forcing his thick, lengthy meat in a bit deeper.
"Oh no!" she screamed aloud, and he gripped her by the back of the neck and began applying pressure with his fingers on her carotid artery.
"One more sound," he warned, "just one more sound, no matter how much it hurts, and I press, and you go sleepy-bye. Then I not only fuck your ass, but I finish off by popping a load in your mouth and then shovin' you out in the hall so anyone passing can see the come all over your face."
And then she shoved forward one more time, filling her asshole completely, stuffing his cock in up to the hilt. She gasped and clutched the bedsheets, tears streaming down her face as she felt the pain; unable to do anything about it for fear of her very life.
She allowed her body to go limp, and even though the hurt in her ass was mixed with a curious kind of pleasure, she refused to allow herself to feel anything. She merely let him have his way.
"Goddamn!" he yelled, "this ain't no fuckin' fun. Now get to movin' your goddamned ass and make me like it."
"Stop this," she suddenly screamed, louder than any scream she'd let out yet. "Stop! Stop! Stop! Oh God! Stop!"
"Goddamn fucking bitch," he snarled. "I warned you. I really warned you. You still don't get it, do you? Well, I'm gonna teach you what it means when I say I'm gonna spend in that mouth of yours. You'll be drinking my come and picking the dried sperm outta your teeth for days."
He yanked his cock out of her ass and flipped her over on her back. Then he leaned down, grabbed a handful of her blond hair, and pulled her upright, to a sitting position. Her dress fell into her lap, covering her delicate thighs.
Slamming the girl across the face with his free hand, Earl pointed her face toward his wavering cock, then said, "Okay, bitch, start sucking. And you do a good job of it, or I swear to God I'll take your fuckin' cherry here and now."
Somehow Mary Jane got up the courage to ball her fist and slam it into Earl's heavy pair of dangling balls. He instantly released her and staggered back, doubling over. As his ass slammed into the wall, she rose from the bed, letting her dress fall down to her ankles as she ran out the door into the hallway, screaming.
As she came out of Earl's room, Ronny, who had been waiting impatiently for her in his room, came out into the hall to see what was going on. Mary Jane, seeing him, ran to him and clutched tightly to him, sobbing hysterically. Ronny, holding her tight, peered into Earl's room and sized up the situation immediately. When another of the cleaning girls came out into the hallway, Ronny turned Mary Jane over to her, instructing the girl to take Mary Jane into his room and give her a glass of water. The girl hurried to obey, leading the hysterical Mary Jane into Ronny's room. Then Ronny went into Earl's room, shut the door, stalked over to the half-collapsed Earl, and kicked him in the mouth. The man's head went flying back against the wall as he spat out blood and teeth. Then, as his head fell forward, Ronny kicked him in the temple.
Spying the girl's bloomers on the floor, he hurried stuffed them into his pocket and returned to his room as Bob, Mary Jane's brother came hurrying into the room.
"What happened?" he asked.
"You have a brave sister," Ronny told him, after the other girl explained Mary Jane and Bob were brother and sister. "She fought off a rape attempt from the man next door."
"Did he harm her?" Bob asked, noticing his sister was all but incoherent.
"She fought him off and ran out into the hall," Ronny explained. "I heard her scream and came out to see what was happening. Though he never touched her, he terrified her. You'll forgive me, but after seeing what he attempted to do, I became angry and I hit him. You'll find him in his room, unconscious."
"You're certain he didn't touch her in any way Bob asked.
"From what I saw, there was no way he could have done anything."
"You'll have to be examined," Bob said to Mary Jane, and she cringed, knowing what would happen when the doctor discovered she wasn't wearing her bloomers.
"No," she wept, shaking her head. "No, no, I won't let another man touch me."
"It's the law, Mary Jane," Bob said to her.
"Say look," Ronny interrupted. "I have an idea. I mean, I don't want to interfere in the way you people do things, but I think there's a way she can be treated medically and not be terrified."
"What are you talking about, sir?" Bob asked.
"Right across the inlet, on the mainland, there's a fishing village where they have a doctor, a woman doctor. Why not take her there?"
"Well... I don't know ... Mary Jane has never been away from Bell's Landing before."
"Yes," Mary Jane said, breathing heavily. "Oh Bob, yes. For heaven's sake don't let a man put his hands on me. Take me to this woman doctor."
"I suppose I could have someone watch the lodge while we're gone. Would you perhaps be good enough to come along and show us the way?" he asked Ronny.
"Sure," Ronny nodded, and Mary Jane breathed a sigh of relief.
Here was her chance to get away. Ronny Benson had been heaven-sent. Without realizing it, he had given her the opportunity she needed to escape.
Bob went downstairs to give instructions to whoever was watching the lodge with him that he had an emergency and had to leave. The other maid went to find Mary Jane's coat and boots. That left Ronny alone, with Mary Jane.
"Excuse me," he said, "I just want a glass of water. I'll be right back."
He went into the bathroom and took her bloomers from his pocket, leaving them near the sink. Then he came out and said, "I think you should freshen up before we leave. Go ahead."
Mary Jane went into the ladies' room and shut the door. Two minutes later she came out, her face reddened as she said, "Thank you. I was terrified my brother would find out."
"What would have been so terrible?" Ronny asked.
"Had it been learned that man did to me what he'd done, I'd have been taken to the Mental Ward at the hospital here, and I would have undergone terrible treatment, making me confess he did things to me he never did. Then I would have been locked up for the rest of my life."
"Who could do a thing like that to someone as pretty as you?"
"Mr. Benson, you don't know the terrible things that go on here. I want to get away from Bell's Landing and never come back. Will you help me?"
"Why?"
And suddenly Mary Jane found herself revealing to him the terrible secret of the Paramors, explaining she didn't want to become a part of it. "I want a husband of my own, not my father. If I ever take a lover I don't want that lover to be my son. Please, Mr. Benson, you have to help me get away."
"But where will you go? What will you do?"
"I'll go anywhere, I'll do anything. I just had to get away."
"I'll take you on one condition," he told her. "You have to let me take care of you until you decide just how you intend living your life."
"Mr. Benson, that would be shouldering you with a tremendous responsibility. I couldn't allow myself to become such a horrible burden."
'That's my condition, Mary Jane. Take it or leave it."
"But why? Why should you want to care for me this way?"
"I'm not sure," he confessed, "but I think I like you much more than I should. Maybe, with the passage of time, this feeling will wear off. It might be better for the two of us if it does."
"You feel it too?" she asked. "Strange, because I feel the same way about you, exactly. I know I'm a girl not quite fifteen, and I don't have the right to speak so foolishly, but I think what I feel for you is what is called love."
"Yes," he nodded, "that's what it's called. All right, Mary Jane. I'll help you get away."
"Thank you, Mr. Bens ... Ronny."
The other cleaning girl hurried into the room with Mary Jane's boots and coat and helped her on with both. A few minutes later, Bob came back, dressed for the cold weather. It took Ronny less than a minute to don his coat and hat. Fortunately, the things he was leaving behind had very little value. He couldn't take his suitcase or Bob would suspect something wasn't quite right.
They left the lodge and walked down to the ferry landing. From there, they took the ferry across to the mainland where, for the first time in her life, Mary Jane saw automobiles, snow-sleds, and buses. When they went to the town hospital, she saw television sets, elevators, and doors that opened electrically.
A woman doctor was summoned once they were in the hospital, and while Bob talked with the doctor, Ronny whispered, 'Tell the doctor you feel frightened and want to stay overnight. Then tonight, during the evening visiting hours, I'll come for you and we'll leave together."
"Okay," Mary Jane nodded, breathless. She was going to be free.
CHAPTER NINE
Everything went as planned. Bob finished speaking with the woman doctor, who then proceeded to give Mary Jane a complete physical. When it was over, Mary Jane told the doctor she was feeling very weak, and asked if it would be all right to spend the night at the hospital. The doctor agreed.
After assuring Bob his sister was still virgo intacta, the doctor informed him it would be wise to allow his sister to remain in the hospital for observation overnight. Reluctantly, Bob agreed. He wanted Ronny to accompany him back to Bell's Landing, but Ronny told him he had some little bit of shopping to do and would follow on the next ferry. Bob nodded and left, riding back to Bell's Landing on the ferry.
That evening, at seven o'clock, Ronny returned to the hospital to see Mary Jane. He could see she was anxious and impatient.
"It's really happening," she said, smiling as he helped her out of bed.
"It's happening," he assured her as she went to the tiny bathroom and hastily dressed.
The two of them walked out of the hospital without anyone noticing them. He led her to the car he'd rented. It was the first time she was ever in an automobile, and she was properly impressed.
"Do you really feel you love me?" she asked, putting a hand on his, before he started the car.
"I know it sounds kind of dumb," he told her, "but yes, I do."
"If we go over the mountain instead of around it, we can save a half day's driving," he told her.
"You're doing the driving," she told him.
Wheeling the car to the left, Ronny chose the upper trail. Snow was falling again, reflecting his headlights back at him. The road became very narrow in spots, and at one time they were barely able to fit the car through.
"Look," Mary Jane said, pointing to a small cabin above them protected by a large overhang, "who would want to live way up here?"
"There's a lot of forest up here," he replied. That's a forest ranger's cabin. It's abandoned right now, but during the late Spring, through the Summer, right up to early Autumn, the forest rangers occupy that place when not at their stations."
Ronny drove for two more minutes, until they came to another narrow piece of roadway between two high cliffs. It was blocked by large chunks of snow from the previous fall.
"What do we do now?" Mary Jane asked.
"We go back," he told her. "So the ride takes an extra half-a-day. So what? Unless you think you might get tired of seeing me in that time."
"No way," she assured him.
He backed the car down the road until he came to a spot wide enough to turn around. As he turned the car, they heard a rumbling sound and saw some tons of snow descending back where they had come from, originally. He drove along the road to make certain, but when they got to the first narrow part of the road, where they had just barely squeezed through with the car, they saw the way back was now blocked.
May Jane began trembling, feeling terrified. Ronny put his arm around her and said, "Hey, don't worry. Snowplows come through here every few days. We won't be trapped here forever."
"But what do we do for the next few days?" she asked. "We can't live here in the car."
"No, but we don't have to," he told her, once more turning the car around.
He drove to where they'd seen the ranger cabin. A small trail led to a recess in the side of the cliff where he was able to park the car without worrying an avalanche might bury it.
Using a large flashlight he'd bought, he helped Mary Jane from the car, took all the provisions he'd purchased from the trunk, and helped her walk up the snow-covered path to the cabin. Luckily, the cabin door was unlocked.
Ronny noticed the half dozen oil lamps around the place, all of which had been filled just before the rangers left. The cabin, except for some dust,, was neat and clean, with everything in place. Large wooden bunk beds had been built against the right wall of the cabin. A space to the left had a small table and some chairs. There was a kerosene cook stove there, as well. In various cabinets could be found the canned kerosene, as well as blankets for the beds. A small room in the rear of the cabin served as a bathroom, with a toilet whose bottom seemed buried somewhere deep inside the mountain,-so far down neither sounds nor odors would rise out of it. There was even half a roll of toilet paper left.
"What do we do for heat?" Mary Jane asked. "We could freeze to death here at night, even with all these blankets."
"These places weren't constructed for use during the Winter," he told her. Tm afraid the only way we're going to get heat is to use the old New
England custom of bundling."
"I read about that in history class," she nodded, as he filled the kerosene stove and lit it with some matches he found in a side cupboard.
"If the idea frightens you ..."
"It does," she admitted, "but I'd rather be scared and alive, if you know what I mean."
They had to keep their coats on, even with the little bit of heat coming from the kerosene stove as Ronny opened a can of corn and heated it on the stove. When it was warm, they used plastic spoons to eat it directly from the can, in addition to chewing on some of the dried beef he'd bought. They found paper cups and drank some hot tea from the thermos.
"That tea makes me feel good," Mary Jane told him, opening her coat. "I'm also tired."
Ronny brought some snow in from the outside in a basin. He heated it over the stove until it turned to warm water. The two of them took turns washing, then, in only their underwear, lay down in the lower bunk with four blankets on top of them.
"I...I... it's cold," Mary Jane said, shivering, pressing her firm, round, young body to his. Her arms went around him, and he hugged her tightly to him, their thighs pressing against each other.
He felt her shiver and clutched her more tightly to him, and she, in turn, felt the heat emanating from his body and so snuggled closer to him. For the first time in a long time she felt relaxed.
"Thank you," she muttered, her mouth close to his. He could smell the sweetness of her breath, and the sound of her voice was that of a small girl.
In the darkness of the room he could make out her eyes, staring back at his, questioning, yet trusting. She was so utterly beautiful he lost all control over his swelling cock and felt it press against her thighs. She gasped for a moment, trying to pull back, then let her body press into his.
Mary Jane was frightened of the penis. She'd seen so much corrupt love taking place because of a penis, and had even felt one delve into her own asshole. She didn't want to admit it, but she liked the feel of the penis sawing back and forth in her rectum, despite the pain of her asshole being stretched and rubbed raw. Was she degenerate like all the others in the world?
His lips were so close. She had kissed them before and she had enjoyed kissing them. So she leaned forward, closed her eyes, and kissed his lips lightly, again. The kiss remained light, but lingering. She could feel her heart starting to pound in her breast, and then her heart actually fluttered and missed a beat when she felt the tip of his tongue lick her lips. She was startled and almost pulled back. Almost, not quite. Instead, she parted her lips and let his tongue slip slowly into her mouth, thrilling as the tip touched her own tongue, tickling and teasing it, drawing it out of her mouth into his where he began sucking on it, gently but earnestly.
She clutched his body that much more tightly to her, feeling his poker press all the more strongly against her thighs. It should have frightened her, but it didn't. Rather, for some perverse reason, she was fascinated by it, picturing what it must look like, in her mind.
She began wondering about it, curious how it compared to all the ones she'd seen so far. Her cousin Albert had possessed the smallest, skinniest penis she had seen. Her brother Mickael came next. She remembered seeing her mother playing with it, enjoying herself, while her other two brothers waited off to the side. Paul and Bob both had broad shafts, though neither was as large as her Uncle Mike. And he, in turn, was just about the same size as that man, Mitch, who had been with the brunette the day Earl had been boffing Molly. Boffing? Where had she heard that term before? She must have heard one of her brothers use it.
Then there was her father. He'd had a fat, long phallus, all right, yet her sister Abby had managed to swallow the whole thing, both in her mouth and in her cunt. Cunt? Yes, that was the word she'd heard Earl use in referring to her vagina.
Earl!!! He'd had the longest, fattest penis of them all, and he'd managed to shove that entire piece of thick meat all the way up into the tightness of her rectum. The thought brought shivers of pleasure to her. Why? What had been so thrilling about being able to contain an extra-long, extra-thick piece of male hose?
Ronny's mouth was still pressed to hers, and her tongue was responding to his, licking and kissing and lapping. She liked this touching of the tongues. It made her want more.
Her hand came from around Ronny and reached between them until she could clutch his phallic wand tightly in her hand, feeling for herself how long and thick it was in comparison to all those others. Her fingers moved all around it, as if trying to discover what it was simply by touch. It was long, very long. It was probably somewhere between her father's and Earl's, in length. But its thickness far surpassed either of them. She was surprised at how thick his root felt.
His lips came off hers and he whispered, "You do that much longer and you know where it'll lead."
Instead of replying, she pressed her lips to his again, kissing him as if she couldn't get enough of the taste of him. Internally she was all shaken up. She liked all this very much. She had considered it all so obdurate and corrupt in others, yet now she, herself felt she was enjoying this perversity.
She wanted him, and yet, deep down she was still cautious, perhaps a little afraid. She could tell he wanted her. What neither of them had known was just how intensely he'd wanted her right from the first moment he'd seen her. Desire boiled up in him like steam in a pressure cooker. He pulled one hand from around her and dipped it into the front of her bra, pulling out her left breast; his fingers fondling it and caressing it just as she'd seen her father do with her sister.
"My God!" he whispered, "you have firm, apple-shaped breasts I can't resist."
He wanted to dip his head down and kiss her nipple, but Mary Jane, remembering the way her father's fingers looked touching Abigail's tits, shivered and pushed. The move was so completely unexpected, Ronny nearly fell out of the bunk. He regained his balance just in time.
"Don't," she begged. "Ronny... don't. This is all wrong."
"How is this wrong?" he asked, trying to recapture her nipple with his fingers as his other hand pulled her close and his lips brushed hers.
Mary Jane shivered, not knowing how to reply. She had to admit she liked the feel of his fingertips on her nipple. She could feel the nipple swelling under his touch.
"I feel as if... I'm being mauled by ... my father," she finally explained. "Don't you see, I saw the way he handled my sister, and I swore he would never do that to me. Now here we are, together, and you're doing just what I swore he wouldn't."
"I'm not your father," he whispered. "I'm a man who loves you, and who is fully aware you love him."
Even as Mary Jane squirmed, Ronny became determined not to release her. More than once he had let go of a girl he had been trying to make when she resisted him, thinking the girl wasn't worth the time or the effort needed to convince him how much she would enjoy herself. But Mary Jane was someone special. God! He intended taking her back home with him, and who could tell... if she really loved him long enough and hard enough, he would marry her. He wouldn't rape her. God, no! If it came to that, he would rather suffer physically than see her harmed, but he did love her, and he was aware she could feel that love. It was merely a question of making her properly respond.
His mouth kissed hers again, licking her lips tenderly as his fingers continued massaging her breast, feeling her wriggle against him as the hand she had on his penis squeezed a little, inwardly urging him on. Her kiss against his lips became more and more fervid, and soon her other hand was holding him all the more tightly to her. He could hear the humming in her throat as his finger continued massaging her nipple.
He peeled his lips from hers, then placed them against her ear and whispered, "I love you," sending heated bolts of breath into her aural canal, making her yearn for more.
He sucked her earlobe between his lips and she shivered as he gently chewed it, pausing only to stab his tongue into the center of her ear.
Oh God! she thought, perhaps I am wicked, but it's such a wonderful wickedness.
His encircling arm, the one not caressing her nipple, held her arms pinned to her sides, and it was all she could do to continue holding onto his thick, weighty cock. Even through his jockey shorts she could feel the heat coming from it.
She blew hot breath into his ear, then, as he raised his face a little, kissed him again. Her entire body felt as if it were melting into his as they kissed long and hard, his fingers manipulating her nipple solidly, making her want to squirm with delight. Her own encircling hand held him even more tightly, pressing him closer while her other hand continued the pressure on his superheated wand. And then she found herself releasing his cock because she wanted to tug down his underpants. She pulled and yanked, finding how hard it was to remove the undergarment with her body being so tightly pressed against his. And yet, little by little she pulled it down until it reached his
She felt the hand he had around her fumble with the catch on her bra. When the hooks finally were opened, she felt as if a great pressure had been taken off her body. Odd, but her father and sister had undressed themselves, hurriedly and anxiously wanting to play with one another, and here she was, making things so difficult for him. She wanted to make things easy, yet she dared not. She didn't want to create the impression she was an easy girl. He had to work for what he would get from her. She felt him silently struggling, pulling the straps off her shoulders, yanking her arm from around him, even forcing her to release his penis; all so he could pull the confounded brassiere off.
Once the bra was off, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to her nipple, making her shudder. But all the while her hand was reaching for the naked phallus, feeling the smooth caress of the flesh; the soft hardness of it as it seemed a living, breathing separate thing in her palm. She could feel it expand and recede, pressing its rubbery tip against her thighs. Lord! It felt so... good ... yes, good.
His fingers were now working on her cotton bloomers, tugging them down as his mouth sucked avidly on her enlarged nipple. The sensation was so overpowering, she bucked her thighs against him, raising her hips for the moment and letting him tug the cotton undergarment down to her knees. Then, even as he continued chewing on her nipple, sending electric thrills into her body, he managed to reach down with his hand and pull off both, his own undershorts and her bloomers. He pulled them off, tugged them out from beneath the covers, and let them fall to the floor. Now she could ' feel the wedge of phallic glans pressing into the triangle of blond curls between her thighs. It felt good, even if it was wrong. '
Even so, she was afraid. She was all but terrified.
"I'm so scared," she whispered to Ronny. "I'm so terribly frightened."
The memory of the rough way Earl had handled her was coming back to her as she felt his firm, masculine hands embrace her, gently but firmly. There was no reason why Ronny's handling of her should bring Earl to mind, yet it did.
"You'll despise me after this, won't you?" she asked, and he could detect the sincerity in her voice.
"How can I despise you for loving me?" he asked. "Where I come from, the only women we despise for doing something like this are non-discriminating women who don't really care with whom they join. But there are many, many women, most women in fact, who join with men because of the strong feeling they have for them. These women we respect all the more because they . have the common sense to see the necessity of becoming one with a loved one."
"I've seen so much in the past two weeks. I've been so afraid of it all, yet now I feel I have the urge to try so many of the things I've seen my sister and father do. But I'm afraid you'll have a low opinion of me for doing anything."
"When two people love one another, everything goes," he whispered.
Her palm rubbed his phallic probe again and again, and for the first time she felt the wetness coming from his penile tip. She let it soak into her palm and then rubbed it back into the rubbery knob of his cock. Then she massaged the full length of his fat pole, letting her hand experience the sensation of heat emanating from the solid meat. Lord! It was so thick! How would any woman ever be able to fit something like that inside her.
She remembered how difficult it had been for her sister to jam her father's monstrous pole into her cunt, yet she had made it fit. She had fitted it into her mouth, first, and at the time Mary Jane had wondered how she had even accomplished that feat.
"I ... want to try something," she whispered, feeling his lips work on her other nipple now, sending even more static coursing through her body.
"Sure," he agreed, still sucking her nipple.
"Lie back," she pleaded.
"Hey, if you want to quit, just say so, honey. Don't make me relax and then jump out of bed and run out into the cold, dark night, naked like that. I told you, I happen to love you, but as much as I want you, I want you willingly. So far, I have the feeling you're more than willing, even if you have put up a virtuous battle. But if you really don't want this, I'll stop right now."
"Ronny," she whispered, "I want you. I want you very much. Things I have seen have made me afraid, so I'll tell you to force me a little at times when I try backing away. But having seen so many things in so short a time, I've become curious as well as afraid. But my curiosity is outweighing my fear at this point, and I want to try and find out just how wonderful these things are. No, I won't jump out of bed and run out into night. I love you, and I trust you, and I want to experiment, because this is all so new to me."
"I figured you'd want me to do all the work for the first few times."
"That would be nice, but it wouldn't help me to learn anything, would it? No, Ronny, I have to discover for myself just what has to be done. I'll be honest. I don't think I'm quite ready to have you push that thing into my vagina, tonight. I mean, aside from the cold, I think I'd like to see my own defloration take place, and not by candlelight. Tomorrow, when if s light out, and there's enough light coming in through the windows, if I'm a little less afraid, we can proceed."
"So what do we do now, cool it and forget the whole thing?"
"Not on your life," she told him, smiling. "I watched my sister do this to my father. She did it very avidly, so I figure she must have gotten a heck of a lot of pleasure from it. Don't do anything at the moment except lie back and, I hope, enjoy."
Her tongue came flicking out of her mouth and lapping at his hairy chest. He had a lot of hair on his chest, and at first she was afraid she might not penetrate the thick, dense growth and reach his skin. But she did. She even found his small, tight masculine nipples and licked at them the way he had licked at hers, only his were too small to take into her mouth and suck. Her tongue lapped its way along his chest to his belly, bypassing his navel and moving lower. As she neared his pelvis, Mary Jane was able to smell the scent of the soap he had used. Her tongue slashed through the forest of black carpeting, feeling him jump as he first realized what she was about to do. Then, not giving herself a chance to change her mind, she opened her mouth and gobbled his cock into her throat as swiftly as a frog would snap up a fly. Her long, blond hair blanketed his lap, and her hot, hungry mouth sucked the full length of his thick prick deep into the ardent depths of her eager throat. She coughed a little, and even choked somewhat, but after her initial gagging, bent to her task of sucking bis meaty member with a willingness Ronny had never experienced in a female, before.
He'd known his share of women. More than one had eagerly sucked him off, but not one had the avidity of this girl. He'd been blown by experts who displayed marvelous technique in prolonging his orgasm as they ate him, but no other female in the world did it with the desire to please displayed by Mary Jane. She was joyously exuberant as her mouth bobbed up and down with a boundless enthusiasm, actually adoring what she was doing, not merely because she enjoyed sucking the cock as many fellatrixes did, but because it was his particular cock she was sucking.
Mary Jane sucked as if the entire piece of flesh was made of ice cream. When her head rose to the top and she took her mouth off it for a moment, her tongue wrapped itself around the fleshy pillar and licked much the way she had licked her ice cream cone. And she was enjoying every last moment of it, right from the meaty start. It was far tastier than any ice cream cone she'd ever known. She sucked and licked and lapped and drank the colorless oil dripping from the tip as if it was the tastiest sugar-water. Her small nose jammed itself into his flat stomach as she sucked and vacuumed his solid prick deeper into her mouth than she would have ever believed she could take it. The rubberlike bulb had pressed into her throat at first, giving her a gagging sensation, but after a while she had relaxed her esophagus, and the knobby point slipped into her gullet very naturally.
Ronny, himself, was completely astounded. He'd had no idea any female on earth could suck bo much of his cock into her eager mouth. He was up on his elbows, staring into the darkness, watching her lips compress tightly around the base of his throbbing cock, not believing a novice could suck so delightfully. Yet Ronny knew for a fact his was the first cock she had ever sucked. Everything he'd heard from her he accepted as gospel. He knew Earl had done something to her, but it had nothing to do with her mouth. Why would he have pulled off her bloomers if he was after her mouth? And the female doctor had declared her cherry was still intact, so Earl hadn't actually fucked her. In all probability he had played around with her a little. Maybe he had licked her pussy, and she had liked that so much she understood how much he enjoyed the feel of her mouth on his rampant rod as it slammed in again and again. No! She had admitted watching her sister do this with her father. That was why she was trying it with him, and she was enjoying it.
Her lips sucked strongly, and he could feel her tongue eeling its way back and forth across the underside. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, not because of the fantastic sucking job (and it was fantastic), but because of all the love he felt going into the sucking her mouth was giving him.
Mary Jane could feel the pulsing in his throbbing penis, and she was afraid to let him come off in her mouth. She wasn't ready for that, just yet.
Releasing his heavy cock, she slid her mouth away from it. In the darkness she stared at it, unable to see how richly purple the crown looked, or how red the tanned staff had become because of the way her leeching lips had pulled on it.
Even so, she couldn't pull her face away from it, and began licking it with her tongue, letting her oral digit swirl around the pulsing crown, licking the coronal edge and causing Ronny to squirm, maddeningly.
"It's really wonderful," she whispered, talking to him while pressing the phallus to her lips. And then her moist tongue came out and licked at it again.
"Wonderful thing," she muttered, followed by an "Mmmmmm," as she licked it again. "I never thought I'd ever be able to do this for any man. Yet with you it all seems ... mmmm ... so natural."
"God!" he muttered. "You do that like no other woman in the world."
Not bothering to think about the "compliment," she pressed her nose where his cock joined his sac and began licking the scrotum. Her tongue lay flat against the wrinkled, leathery bag and lapped hungrily, making the skin shrivel and pull, drawing his balls up into his groin as her tongue worked its way over it. She licked the balls again and again, washing them thoroughly before allowing her tongue to move lower.
What Mary Jane was doing now she was doing more by instinct than by memory. She felt like licking lower, and her tongue tickled his perineum. She could taste the soap down there and knew he had washed himself all over his nether area.
Something sparked her memory and she recalled the way Earl had licked her asshole. She had really enjoyed the icy, slithery sensation of his tongue pushing into her rectum.
Making a stiff scoop of her tongue, she poised it and pressed it against his rectal pucker. The sensation made Ronny literally jump. He felt lightning blaze from his extremities as her tongue pressed harder and harder against his anus, forcing the sphincter ring to finally surrender and open so her tongue could spear into his ass channel. The totally unexpected oral attack on his asshole made his cock tingle as it swelled to even greater length and thickness. If he didn't come soon, the organ would simply blow up.
Her own body was on a ninety degree angle to his. He reached out with his hand and began pulling her luscious young ass toward him. She moved a little, bringing her rear-end closer, but when his hand cupped itself over the split, oozing peach of her fuzz-ringed pouch of pussy, another memory touched her; the unpleasant way Earl had slapped her when she had tightened up because he'd touched her there. Suddenly she went rigid, pulling her mouth from Ronny's asshole.
"I.. . can't," she suddenly screamed. "Oh God! I can't. This is obscene and indecent and against everything I really believe. Ronny, don't force me...
"Hush!" he ordered, pulling her to him. He pulled her on top Of him, yanking the covers over both of them, pushing his face between the pear-like fruits of her sweet breasts. He pressed his nose into her soft, full flesh, turning his face so he could suck her ripe, rich nipple into his mouth, licking it, chewing it, tasting the deliciousness of it. No matter how she struggled he knew she was completely aroused. He could feel her nipple, as large as one of his own thumbs, hard and solid with anticipation.
Mary Jane stopped fighting him but for awhile remained quiescent, letting the tingling thrills of his mouth and teeth reaffirm the delightfulness of him as she lay on top of him. She allowed herself to go completely limp, relaxing as it were, even so, realizing how much she was enjoying it all, even if her mind had caused her to rebel. So, for awhile she simply lay on top of him, enjoying the way his mouth traveled from one nipple to the other, enjoying the taste of her.
Excitement, temporarily lost, quickly rebuilt inside her, and it was only when she felt his fingers delve between her solid thighs that the old fear took hold of her again and she tried pulling away. But this time she didn't put as much effort into it as she had, previously. His hand was soft, yet firm, pressing against the smooth, satin flesh of her solid thigh, and as his hands moved higher, her legs unwittingly parted themselves. This time she was determined to allow him access to her slit.
Fighting him was foolish. She was also fighting herself, no matter what nightmarish things she had endured, earlier.
Her leaking pussy was a juicy peach of slashed fruit oozing heady, slippery juices against his fingers and palm. The petal-like labia were soft but firm, pouting almost majestically, and then his fingers moved the littlest bit higher and touched the thrilling button of her oversensitive clitoris. He rubbed a fingertip against it in a gentle motion, rhythmically pressing it, and suddenly its rigid surface became even harder and wetter.
She had slipped off him and lay beside him on the bunk, not feeling the cold surrounding them, aflame with an inner heat caused by his rubbing finger. She was still gasping and breathing heavily.
"Still trust me?" he asked.
"Y ... yes," was all she could answer, her voice so low he could barely hear her.
"Now tell me what you want," he said to her. "I mean, I love you, and I don't want to hurt you, but I can't keep guessing from one minute to the next just what it is you wish. So honey, you tell me, in simple words, exactly what it is you want."
"I... I... I... want you to ... to ... to make me feel good. I want you to do it any way you think best, but do it. And what's more I want to make you feel good, and I'll do whatever you think necessary to make you feel good."
She was panting heavily now, and most of it was not from fright as much as it was from anticipation.
"You mean you're letting me run the show from here on in."
"Yes, Ronny, yes."
"Okay, then keep those lovely thighs wide open."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to do to you just what you did to me. I'm going to make you feel good."
"Yes, yes, make me feel good. Oh please, make me feel good." And her thighs parted all the more widely.
He paused for a moment, almost afraid to do it. Her moods seemed to continually change. So far her resistance had been more token than anything else. Still, he was afraid to really harm her. She was erratic enough so that while his face was between her thighs she might suddenly clamp them shut and then hit him over the head with a shoe or any other heavy object she might find within easy reach. Hell! She'd already given that guy Earl a crack in the balls. He was able to tell by the way Earl had been lying on the floor when he'd walked into the man's room. What was there to prevent her from doing something similarly painful to him. Yet, if she allowed him to keep his mouth between her thighs long enough, he was certain he could convince her to enjoy the whole thing. Pussy eating was an art with him. He loved it. Girls he'd never really loved had been eaten by him at one time or another, and they'd have been his virtual slaves, afterward, had he so wished.
"Relax," he told her, making her lie face up on the bunk bed as he began kissing his way down her belly.
He could feel her breathing heavily, sucking in her belly and trembling at the prospect of what was to come. Her slender, desirable body, lying bare beneath him tasted even better than it looked. Her skin was alabaster-white from her forehead to her toes. Even in summer she didn't allow herself to become too exposed to the rays of the sun. And as he peered between her thighs he could see what looked like a burning, golden bush in the darkness, accentuated by the droplets of pussy oil caught in the ringlets.
He thumbed the hair aside and stared into, the fleshy pink blossom of her pussy. She shivered a bit when he caressed the soft, tender labia. Her memory was once again jogged, recalling the brutal touch of the walrus-mustached Earl. But her thighs remained wide open and he continued staring down into her sweet passion pit, which, even in the darkness, was clearly defined. He could see the light flow of brandy-like liquid seeping from between the sweet, plum-like lips; lips that moved with her breathing, offering themselves to him to be kissed.
His face moved slowly lower, his tongue protruding, and he licked the salty slice lightly, and she fairly jumped as if touched by an electric cattle prod. He lapped around the outside of her soft labia, and with each circle of his tongue he moved it a little closer to her beadlike clitoris. When he finally applied his tongue to it, literally swiping his tongue across it again and again, he heard tiny squeals of uncontrolled pleasure issue forth from her throat. His hands gripped her asscheeks tightly, raising her cunt higher so he could let his tongue swirl through it before returning to lap at her shivering clit. His face was engulfed into a soft, wonderful darkness that was alternately as smooth as satin or as fluffy as down. It was soaking and slithery with the liqueur of her lubricity, and he forced his face even deeper, plunging his lapping tongue as far as it could go.
Mary Jane couldn't believe it was happening. It was everything she hadn't believed possible. The flickering of his tongue was enough to set her shuddering as her ass moved in wild, concentric circles on the bed.
"Oh my ... God ..." she murmured, "oh ... goodness ... it's so ... ahhhhh ... ooooooh ... wonderful ... uhhhh ... oh wonderful..."
And this time it was her hand that reached out to his body, barely able to put her fingers on his ass. When she did, she pulled, letting him know she wanted his ass moved toward her head.
Ronny knew what she wanted. It was the same thing he had wanted when she had been eating him, earlier. His tongue was really reaching into her, making her feel all the things he was certain she would feel. The idea had been good when he'd wanted to do it, and he certainly thought it just as good an idea, now. She had such a beautiful face he felt an overwhelming urge to force his cock between those lovely lips and fuck that wonderful mouth even as he sucked the wonderful water from her vaginal drain.
Little by little he moved his body, raising a knee and bringing it down on the other side of her head, knowing his pulsing putz was poised right over her face. He raised his head from her soaking, swampy cunt, and looked back, watching as he lowered his heavy cock between the leeching lips of her mouth, feeling the pressure of her wonderful tongue as it pressed against the top of his glans. The oval, clutching silkiness of her lips made him tingle all over as he slid it up and down inside her sweet mouth.
God! How he would have loved to simply stare at the way his prong moved in and out of her mouth, a wet, glistening steam pole being loved by her tickling tongue. But that would have meant her losing some of the thrill herself. Besides, if he didn't continue his oral attention to her sweet cunt, she might eventually cool off, and no matter how much she professed to love him, might insist he withdraw his cock. Besides, he happened to really enjoy mouthing her pussy.
His hands moved beneath her buttocks again, all but lifting it as he planted his lips once again on her labia. He stuffed his tongue far into her swampy pussy, feeling the bog-like walls tighten and close in around it. And her leaking cunt oil was flowing even more.
Mary Jane was in heaven. The full length of his steaming shaft was locked between her lips with the phallic head probing into her throat, and she gobbled hungrily, thrilling to the wonder of his fantastic cock as it moved in and out with rapid thrusts. She ate hungrily, and he, in return, gobbled noisily. Her pillowy lips maintained a gentle, continuous pressure on his achingly sensitive corona while her tongue lapped all the way around the throbbing pole. Her mouthing egged him on to heavier, stronger snatch-gobbling until he used his tongue like a mad whip to lather her juices into hot steam.
His fingers sank more deeply into the tight, sweet cleft between her asscheeks, pressuring her quim even more tightly against his lusting mouth. She wriggled and trembled, rubbing the sponge-like carpet of pussy-hair all around his nose and cheeks, and all the while his tongue continued knifing so deeply into her tender center, feeling her vulva tighten around it as if attempting to literally pull it out of his mouth. He kept trying to plunge his tongue in a bit deeper on each lap, and Mary Jane could feel it. Her roiling center seemed to be quivering and squeezing with wild, ecstatic beat. The pussy was so tight, he could barely force his tongue in. It was as tight as her anal orifice. God! He could barely wait to insert his prick into this delicious hole.
And Mary Jane was having similar thoughts, thinking how thick and heavy his cock was, and how thrilling it would eventually be to have him stab this mighty plunger all the way up into the trickling center where his tongue, as delightful as it was, could hardly make any headway.
She wanted the ultimate essence his cock would deliver. She wanted to feel it heatedly splash down her throat and run into her belly. She remembered what sperm smelled like that day she had gone to clean Molly's room and found Earl fucking Molly. She'd had an almost uncontrollable urge to push her face between their connecting pelvises and lap up all the cream falling out of Molly's pussy. The odor was so strong it made her salivate.
And then her upper lip felt a wild, pulsing sensation as it pressed against the base of his cock's underside. There was a crazy, pulsating pressure building, and then the hot spunk came pouring into her gullet as he jazzed his heavy meat even harder into her mouth, ramming his balls into her nose. The blistering come came shooting out of the tip of his cock and poured down her throat in heavy, gummy rivulets.
Mary Jane jumped, as if it had been totally unexpected, but after a moment settled her head back on the pillow and drank thirstily at his outpouring fountain. She sucked and pulled with her lips, doing her best to drain all she could from him, her fingers digging deeply into his asscheeks in an effort to steady his plunging as he squirted more and more into her throat.
She could tell how eager he was to have her enjoy it all, for even as he shot his wad down her throat his mouth continued working at her mushy cunt. It was a combination of masculine pride and love for her that wouldn't allow him to let up for one moment even as he felt her lips continually pulling on his flagging member, pumping every last little bit of juice from his withering hose.
His tongue, which had been slurping in and out of her womanly pit, now concentrated on massaging her budlike clit, and it had just the right effect. Even with him on top of her, she raised her fulcrum, suddenly becoming rock-rigid, her mouth still moaning and sighing around the shrinking flesh of his deflating prick as it squirted out its last few drops. He felt her fingertips grip his asscheeks strongly as her columnar thighs began pressing against both ears. He lapped all the more quickly, and then she spasmed wildly hunching and bouncing and writhing as if a cock had already been planted inside her.
She was gasping for air as her mouth gaped wide, completely forgetting about the shrunken penis she was releasing, even though Ronny had unleashed all his gism. He knew at this point she might not be responsible for what might happen, and so yanked his shrunken pecker from between her gaping lips as her teeth clamped together at the height of her first orgasm.
It was a total, complete orgasm, and unlike anything Mary Jane dreamed could have existed. No wonder incest came easily to the Padramors. Her father had given her sister so much total pleasure in incest, it was no wonder Abigail had said something about that which was unpleasant at first turning into the thrill of a lifetime. Yes, this was undoubtedly the greatest thrill she had ever experienced in her lifetime.
Her breath expelled in long, shuddering gulps as she fought to inhale. Her entire body was one tense organism as tears of enjoyment poured from her eyes.
Slowly, very slowly, she exhaled and eased the tension inside herself. Little by little her body began to relax.
Ronny sat up for a moment and caressed her face. She reached up, pulled him down beside her, and kissed him, tasting her vaginal secretions in his mouth. But she didn't care. What they had done they'd done out of love, and that was all that mattered.
Aware, suddenly, of the intense cold, she reached down and gathered all the fallen blankets, piling them on top of Ronny and herself before they cuddled close to one another and drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
Daylight came and the two, cuddled together in the bunk bed, slept on. It had been more than a physical draining. It had been an emotional one, as well. They clung tightly to one another, not so much out of fear of losing each other as the simple enjoyment of being near the one who was loved.
Awakening finally, Mary Jane thought she should feel some kind of remorse for the antics in which she had indulged the previous night, but could find no reason to feel sorry. She had truly enjoyed every moment of it, basically because she knew it was with a man who loved her, but one who wasn't part of the same clan.
She lay silently, enjoying the pressure of his body against hers. It was ice-cold in the cabin, and she was glad to have him clinging to her.
When his eyes finally opened, she looked at him and asked, "Do you still love me?"
Ronny smiled. She was still such a little girl in so many ways. She would always have an air of naivet� about her, and that would keep him drawn to her, always. He didn't know why, but he was certain he would never find another woman like this no matter how long he looked.
"You betcha," he told her. "I think I'm always gonna love you. You're very special to me, Mary Jane. I think my wandering days are over. From now on I'm going to settle down and run the restaurant very industriously."
"Can I help?" she pleaded.
"Well, you proved you know how to wait tables. That's an asset."
"Will you make love to me every night?"
"Whenever the business doesn't whack me out."
"I'll make sure it doesn't. Do you have a lot of relatives?"
"Sure. Everyone in the restaurant business is loaded with relatives. There's always one to sell him insurance, dishes, cutlery, meats, furniture and everything else a restaurant needs. The relatives are supposed to Sell it to me giving me a break, but every now and again I get the feeling they're overcharging me. But, what can you do?
They're relatives."
"Don't you have any nice relatives?"
"Oh, sure. I have an aunt who always comes in and helps behind the meat counter. Part of the restaurant sells take-out orders."
"Am I really a permanent part of your life, Ronny? I'm so afraid I'm running away to nowhere and nothing."
"Hey, you are the most important thing in my life, right now. And I'll prove it to you once we're back home by taking out a marriage license Then I'll hitch you to me permanently enough. And who knows, you might be the one to be sorry."
"I'll never be sorry living with you. I enjoy being near you, touching you, just smelling the fresh scent of your body."
"It's not so fresh after a whole day of restauranting. Believe me, it's a hard business."
"But at least you get to keep what you earn. You're responsible for no one's problems other than those of yourself and your loved ones."
"Hey, beautiful, wanna get laid?"
"Could it wait until after breakfast and a washing up?"
"Sure. Wrap a blanket around you and head for the bathroom. I'll get dressed and go get some fresh snow for drinking water."
Ronny quickly dressed once Mary Jane had gone into the bathroom, not so much out of modesty as to warm up. The temperature must have been close to twenty degrees Fahrenheit, which for that time of year might even have been considered warm in that part of the country.
Taking the washbasin, he went outside and filled it with fresh snow. The flakes had stopped falling, but from where he was, he could see both sides of the pass below were still blocked and would likely remain that way until the snowplows came through.
Taking the basin inside, he heated the snow on the kerosene stove until it was warm water, then gave it to Mary Jane so she could wash. When she was finished with it, she handed him the basin and he refilled it, heated it again, then went into the bathroom once she was out, and took care of all his needs, which included a quick soaping and rinsing from throat to knees.
When he emerged from the bathroom, he found her cooking some of the dried meat in a fry pan she had found in one of the cupboards. There was a little cooking oil too, so the meat wouldn't stick.
After breakfast, they cleaned the fry pan, threw the paper plates and plastic forks into the cess hole used as a toilet, washed their hands, and went for a walk. They couldn't walk too far, but both felt the need for fresh air at that point.
"You know," she said to him, staring down at the pass and the two points where it was blocked, "this may sound kind of dumb, but I feel like a bride on her honeymoon."
"Do Padramor brides have honeymoons?" Ronny asked.
"Not in the sense that you people do. I've read about your customs and I'm aware of the honeymoon idea, where a bride and groom go away and get to know one another. It's a very good idea. The Padramor honeymoon is different, and now I know why. The supposed bride is given a collation after her marital initiation. Then she gets to spend the next two weeks in her so-called husband's bed, every night. Now I know there is no true husband, unless the father insists his daughter marry outside the immediate family, which is rare. I couldn't understand why my sister didn't sleep in our room for the two weeks following her fifteenth birthday. This past week I learned all about the whys and wherefores."
"One thing I can't understand about your religion. Why does everyone insist on leading Spartan lives, with barely enough to live on from year to year."
"The Padramors remain poor because they remain isolated," Mary Jane told him. "In order to make money, they'd have to mingle with those people already making money. If they did that, the Padramor secret might become known. And that is a secret that must be kept. Just as the Mormons had to stop their polygamy once it became known, so the Padramors would have to surrender their idea of incest should it become known. And since incest is the basis of our religion, it would thus mean the end of the Padramors."
"Won't the others be afraid you and I might reveal their secrets?"
"No. My behavior this past week, when first undergoing incestual instruction, was quite exemplary. As far as my family and the rest of the Padramors are concerned, I've run off with you because I've fallen madly in love with you. They know I won't really reveal anything to outsiders, even though I have rejected the Padramor faith by going away with you. I will never be accepted back on Bell's Landing."
"Does it bother you?"
"I'll miss my sister, Abigail. But I was never strongly tied to my parents. Parents? My mother is also my half sister. Do you think you can tolerate me, knowing this?"
"Why not? You and I aren't related; not even distantly. Our children will all be very healthy."
"Our children," Mary Jane mused. "God, I hope they're all girls. If I have any sons, who knows but it might be in my blood to revert to type and try and sleep with them."-
Ronny laughed and said, "Incest is not an inherited tendency. You told me, one of the reasons why you ran away was the fear of having to take a son for a lover later on in life. I can't see you changing, later on. Besides, at the rate we're going right now, we'll never even have children. You're still a virgin."
Tingles ran through Mary Jane. The thrill of doing something of truly great importance was about to happen. What, after all, could be of greater importance to a young girl, than the loss of her maidenhood? It was more than that. It was the thrill of doing something totally forbidden according to her former religion, the only religion she really knew. She was going to sleep with an outsider. She was going to surrender her hymen to someone other than her father, or for that matter other than a member of her family. There was the thrill of sexual arousal, but it was much more. It was the thrill of doing something she had believed wrong all her life, but now knew was right.
There was even more to it than that. All during the past year her older sister had hinted at the wonders of something she, Mary Jane, was totally unaware of. Now she would experience that wonderful thing. Hers was a full, ripe female body waiting for that ultimate consummation. Her breasts were still growing, but they were already full and hard. Her buttocks were firm and round. Beneath her flat belly was a flaxen mound of golden pussy hair covering a pussy she knew was totally alive and alert to extra-sensitive handling. She had already enjoyed one total and complete orgasm, brought about by her lover's mouth. It proved she had passion inside her.
The thoughts in Mary Jane's mind were beginning to affect her body. She could feel that hot, burning itch deep inside her pussy as hot droplets began to leak from between her virginal labia, moistening the crotch of her cotton bloomers. She would have to wash those bloomers before putting them on again. Already, as she walked back toward the cabin with Ronny, scissoring her thighs back and forth, she could feel a certain sexual beat building up inside her. The nipples of her breasts were hardening into pink nubbins of sensuality, pressing into her bra, and as she looked down she could see the bulge in Ronny's groin, letting her know he was hot for her, too. It was exciting and arousing.
Ronny, who had an arm around Mary Jane, sensed she was trembling with something more than mere sexual anxiety. He smiled at her, radiating confidence, but there was turmoil inside him, as well. He was going to be the first engineer to drill a shaft into this particular woman's tunnel. He would have to do it slowly and carefully, yet with enough speed to break the hymeneal barrier as quickly as he could.
They entered the cabin and he lit a fire on the kerosene stove. It would help to warm up the cabin a bit during the day. They removed their coats and dropped them on the upper bunk bed, then sat on the lower one, side by side. Ronny's hand stroked up and down Mary Jane's arm, knowing the feeling would be enough to start her going. She turned and pressed her face into his chest, her fists balling up and clutching parts of his shirt. He could sense her gasping as his hands caressed her back. He let the hand slide down along her back, moving lower, lower, running along the edge of her spine to the delicate curve of her asscheeks. Then he let his fingers dance up again, running along the trestle of her spine. And all the while he kept breathing heatedly into her ear as she pressed her face harder and harder into his chest.
"Think you're really ready?" he asked.
"I'll never be more ready," she whispered, throatily.
His hands slowly, smoothly, skillfully caressed and stroked her breasts. He pressed his palms more firmly against the material of her dress, feeling and hearing her pant as he rubbed her nipples, making them enlarge and press against the coarse material of the long dress. His hands found the zipper on the back of her dress and hastily pulled it down, letting her slide the dress off her shoulders and arms. She stood for an instant in order to pull the dress off and put it on the upper bunk with the coats. Then his tongue began making warm, wet trails along her back, making her shiver even more. His head dipped lower, then came around front as his tongue flitted against the flatness of her belly, moving higher until he came to the snow-colored flesh filling her bra cups. His lips kissed the jutting mounds of her tits as his tongue licked down into the valley between them, making her shiver with anxiety as she clutched his head and held it close to her body. Then his fingers once again reached behind her and undid the bra snaps, and he pulled the garment off, freeing her full, small, rondular breasts. Then she sat as his mouth kissed her tits.
Mary Jane's ass writhed against the bed as she squirmed under his masterful touch, her body rotating slightly in his direction as she grasped his hair, pulled his head up, and jammed her eager mouth against his lips. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she was all but out of breath. She felt his tongue probe into her mouth as his lips covered hers with ardent, flaming kisses. Ecstatic enjoyment filled her as she clutched him close to her bare breasts.
She felt his fingers titillate the flowering buds of her rosy nipples. He pinched a little, enhancing all sensation in her breasts as she sucked on his probing tongue, feeling it lance in and out of her mouth. Mary Jane made small, almost whispering, mewling sounds.
And then his sure hands moved from caressing her apple-round tits to her bare thighs, sliding up beneath the elastic of her bloomer. His fingers moved higher, causing her mounting passion to increase as she shivered even more as the beatific eroticism telegraphed by his fingers communicated itself to her. His fingertips were moving into the sodden area of her steaming crotch. His manual digits pulled the wet material aside and rubbed tantalizingly up and down the soaking, fur-surrounded slice of her leaking cunt as she opened his thighs to offer it to him.
Mary Jane's head was spinning. She loved the probing of his fingers and felt herself becoming inebriated with delicious rapture. His fingers felt almost as good as his tongue had felt the night before.
The strong, solid probing of his stiffened fingers were tugging the passion-soaked crotch of her bloomers aside. His extended middle finger moved to slide into the soaking, shivering never-before-touched cunt. It slid in slowly, feeling the hot, tight walls of her pussy squeeze around his injecting probe. He pushed a little deeper, and Mary Jane shifted to make it easier for him, sighing all the more as his finger slid a little deeper, moving until it met the stretched, taut membrane proving her virginity. She felt the finger then slowly withdraw, moving back along the hot, slick wetness through which it had pushed. She shuddered as it popped out of her simmering tunnel, then trembled violently as it touched her budding young clit, caressing it, massaging it, teasing it and even lightly pressing it. She could feel his excitement as well, knowing he was becoming more and more aroused by the pressure of his fingers into her soft corridor. She could tell he was becoming stimulated by the feel of her tender flesh, added to the vacillating thrill of merely touching her adolescent self. He was breathing heavily, his tongue stabbing between her lips, fucking itself into her mouth as if it were a cock already buried in a sweet snatch.
Mary Jane felt herself gone beyond any point of return. She knew it, and she was aware he knew it. There was only one way all this would end and they both knew it. There had to be total satisfaction for both of them. With the passing moments Mary Jane became less and less afraid as her sensuality built ever higher. There would be pain. Of this she had no doubt. But she also knew it wouldn't be a lasting pain, and when it was finally gone it would be replaced by an everlasting, delightful fulfillment. And because she loved him so much, the rapture would be that much greater. She looked forward to it now with a deep anxiety.
Ronny guided her down on the bunk bed, his middle finger still pressing and teasing her naked, pulsing button-like clitoris; his tongue still eeling in and out between her lips, moving faster and faster, heightening her desire even more. And then he slowly pulled his lips from hers, his body hovering directly over her supine, vibrating, youthful self. His head bent and once again he suckled her breasts, tasting the ripe berries of her nipples, feeling them become nails of hard flesh between his lips as his tongue played over each one in turn. All the while his fingers continued teasing her belly, tantalizing her tender, youthful flesh, feeling her writhe and squirm and wriggle with unabated delight.
Pulling his lips from her tits, he stared down at her waist as his fingers slowly began tugging down her bloomers. She automatically lifted her hips to help him, and finally her soft, blond pussy muff came into his line of vision. He tugged lower, pulling her bloomers off, and was then able to stare at the wonderful pink vortex into which he'd buried his tongue the previous night. It was a fabulous sight; rich, pouting, and just seeping the tasty, colorless wine he had imbibed to his heart's content. The pouch of her labia swelled convexly, making him hunger for it all over again. The aromatic scent caused shivers to ripple through him. God! She was so beautiful. And she was his, all his.
She was totally naked now, letting him appreciate the wonderful curves of her waist and the growing fullness of her hips. Her hips weren't fully developed yet, but even now they were delightfully swollen to the extent he was able to grasp how much more delightful they would be when they finally did fulfill their promise.
Mary Jane felt wonderfully conspicuous. She enjoyed watching his eyes wander all over her body, admiring the wonder of her, making her realize she was far prettier than she had ever imagined she might be. The excitement of his glittering eyes caused even more lubricant to come seeping out from between her moth wing-like pussylips. She felt convulsive furors of ecstasy trammel through the inner depths of her creaming cunt and then charge through her entire nervous system as Ronny's hands once more closed over her solid breasts. She heard him almost whimper with pleasure at the velvety texture of her flesh added to the pebble-like solidity of her fully-aroused, almost-rigid pink nipples. His fingers once again began rolling across the nutlike firmness of her virginal tips, squeezing them into thrilling excitement.
"I can't help myself," he whispered to her. "I can't get enough of the taste of them." And one more time his head came down and his hot, sucking mouth encompassed her entire breast, pulling the boob all the way in, feeling her solid stud of pink nipple rake across his palate as he sucked madly, letting his tongue roll around the teat.
Mary Jane sighed and her hips once again took up the strong, rhythmic undulation instinctive to all people. Ronny sucked strongly this time, shuddering as her nipple touched the back of his throat, making him writhe, as well. And all the while he was stripping off his own clothes, no longer able to remain quiescent. Mary Jane was conscious of his mouth pulling her tit deeper and deeper into his throat, and then, abruptly, he released her breast, stood up, and said, "We should each look at one another, Mary Jane. Fear is a thing of the past. We must both want each other and see what we want."
Slowly, the lust-hungry girl's brown eyes opened and she saw him standing above her, as bare as she, his face filled with love for her. Her eyes moved slowly down from his face, wandering across his hairy chest, down his flat belly, finally coming to rest on the thick, prurient-solidified dork she had loved the previous night, filling her mouth and throat with it until she thought she would die from delight. Now, in the daylight, it looked longer and broader than ever, making her suck in her breath strongly as her eyes widened. Yes, this was the wonderful weapon she wanted used to remove her virginal obstacle. Oh great God! She wanted it so much her pussy actually hurt from the longing. God! It was immense. She was staring at it as closely as she had seen Earl's, and though she confirmed her opinion that Earl's was a fraction of an inch longer, it was nowhere near as thick as this wonderful baton. It was beautiful: as beautiful to her eyes' as Earl's was ugly. Blood-swollen, magenta-domed, already she was picturing the wonderful flesh pike burying itself all the way into the depths of her hot, steaming canal, and a shiver of wantonness ran through her. At the same time she wondered if it was really possible for her to contain the entire length of that masterful wand.
For an instant she was terrified again, thinking of how her father's ponderous pecker had looked, pushing its way into her sister's tight, tiny pussy. She froze, realizing she was about to get the full length of it inside her own body, and this was a longer, thicker prick than anything her sister had ever known.
"Relax," Ronny whispered, "remain relaxed and the pain will pass very, very quickly. Trust me. I love you, Mary Jane."
He seemed to have a relaxing effect on her and she calmed down. Any pain would be minimal, he had so sworn, and she knew she trusted him implicitly. And as the fear receded, the overwhelming yearning for him swelled, and she became mesmerized by the hot, hard, length of thick penis. Her imagination began working overtime and she could all but feel the broadsword of cock poking its way into her, and in her imagination she loved every bit of it.
As if in a daze, a hypnotic trance, she watched Ronny lie down beside her as, once again his hungering mouth sought the pink nubbins of her nipples. She thrilled all over again to the sensation of his tongue rolling over first one, then the other nipple as his saliva oiled them and made them shine. The way his lips pulled at them made her want to shout to the world how wonderful it all felt. After seeing what her father had done to her sister, she had never dreamed such a thing would happen to her, and in such a short period of time. It was truly marvelous.
She saw Ronny's eyes swelling as he stared at her wondrous blond triangle, gazing at the curling, downy cunt fuzz resting above the juice slice resting between the solid pillars of her white thighs. His gaze was riveted on the shining, dripping, coral nest exposed and waiting to be plumbed.
"Christ!" he murmured, "you're so absolutely ravishing. No woman in the world is as beautiful as you."
What a wonderful cunt. He remembered how tight it had been the previous night when he'd forced his tongue into it. Now it was simply waiting for his pulsing prick to probe it.
Mary Jane could see his eyes were mirrors of love and lust. His hands were no spreading wide the pillars of her alabaster thighs, revealing the complete magnificence of her deep, pink channel. The mere sight of it seemed to totally overwhelm him.
Working his way between those perfect columns of her thighs, Ronny rose to his knees, moving between the lush, palpitating flesh of her creamy loins, moving forward very slowly so the lavender point of his blood-engorged phallus barely touched the wet, pink edge of her slit. She pulled back reflexively when she felt the contact, then shudderingly relaxed, sighing, knowing that no matter how much it would hurt she wanted that huge, fat cock buried all the way way inside her. She sighed and let her head loll from side to side with her long blond hair waving across her face like a banner. Her round, solid-tipped breasts shivered under his pressing palms as she awaited the long-desired attack of his massive ram between her wide-open legs.
Ronny had an overpowering urge to simply ram his cock into her, headlong, shoving it as far up into her as it would go, splitting her membrane quickly and violently. Only a last minute flicker, reminding him this was a gently-reared girl who had already had more than her share of problems sexually, restrained him.
She felt him press his phallic tip to her parted lips, guiding it with his hand between the tight, elastic vulva of her ultra-tight cunt, his knees pressing against the insides of her thighs, preventing her from suddenly closing her legs on him.
The inner softness of Mary Jane's loins felt the hardness of his knees and jerked apart after trying to press against them. His hand forced his throbbing cock forward a bit more until he had finally pushed the solid rubber point of his shimmering dick to where half the glans was finally between her sucking labia.
Mary Jane bounced, anticipating pain, feeling a slight sting, but feeling even more certainly, the wonder of the pressure his cock exerted on all the walls of her vagina as it nosed in just past the crushing inner lips. Little by little, very, very slowly, he inched more and more of his solid thickness into her squeezing tightness. Her face began to twist with pain as his weighty cock stretched the walls of her tight cunt In a short while her agony would turn into wild, abandoned lasciviousness.
He pushed a little deeper, feeling the wonder of her squeezing cunt as it pressed all the more tightly around his pushing penis.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Push .. harder ... no matter what... keep ... uuuuuh ... pushing until it's... ahhhhh... it hurts... all the way... yaaaa ... in ..."
The blunted roundness of his oversensitive prick finally felt the barrier of her hymen. He reached down, gripped her hips with both hands, cocked his hips, then flexed them forward, ramming right through the virginal membrane, sundering it instantly, and Mary Jane reacted, bucking and screaming beneath him as his meat continued thundering in, forcing apart walls that had never had anything probing between them before.
The worst was over. The cherry was no longer there. The only remaining pain had to do with the stretching of her inner tube of cunt as his ponderous cock continued making inroads until it was finally buried all the way in, feeling the tight clutch of her grasping channel as her young cunt for the first time, felt a solid, meaty cock fill it up.
He lay on top of her, keeping his weight on his elbows and knees as his lips kissed hers, and bis tongue licked away the salty tears falling on her cheeks. He rotated his groin a little, letting his mighty tool enlarge her sweet, tight quim, and eventually Mary Jane felt the pain beginning to fade. She became conscious of his kissing lips and responded, kissing him back. Her arms went around him, tugging him tightly to her and her eyes were no longer shedding tears as she rotated her own fulcrum against his, first beginning to feel the wonder of his pressuring dong as it moved back and forth inside her. Vibrating with tremendous passion, Mary Jane felt how wonderfully and marvelously it filled her; so totally, so completely, so delightfully. Now the hole inside her didn't merely feel blocked, but felt fulfilled. It was as if a missing part of her had returned to become part of her again, thoroughly inundating her with a sensation of being complete.
It was good! Oh yes, it was so very good! It was everything she had seen written on her sister's face when their father had fucked into Abby, and it was much more. And now that the pain was fast fading into a never-to-be-remembered past, she was certain the wonderful excitement would continue and build.
Slowly, very slowly, she felt him move, pulling and withdrawing his masculine hardness from inside her fulfilled interior.
Oh no! she thought. Oh no! Don't go. Don't leave me. Don't take that marvelous magic out of me.
But before she could object and voice her feelings aloud, she felt the pole returning as he carefully fucked into her with long, slow, deliberate strokes. She could tell by the way he was trembling that every part of him was screaming to hurry the movement and come, yet he refused to listen to the cries of his body as greater and greater pressure began building up in his already-swollen testicles. His broad, powerful cock pushed into the farthest depths of the writhing girl's anxious twat, only to retreat for an instant before once again piledriving forward, the solid bluntness of the purple head actually butting against her cervical entrance as the sucking, burning walls of her cunt continued to expand slightly, adjusting her inner hole to the length and breadth of him.
"Oooooh ..." she sighed . .. "it's sooooo gooooood. I never . . ooooh ... dreamed ... ahhhhh ... it could be so fantastic ... ohhhh ... even after last night. Don't stop, whatever you do, don't... uhhhh ... stop. I can tell when I come the feeling will... aggghhhh ... be so much stronger than ... eeeee... last night. Fuck me, beloved, but fuck hard, hard, hard ..."
The sound of her pleading voice sent Ronny into a maddened plunging, driving him to a fevered pitch. Christ! She was enjoying it even more than he'd dreamed. She wasn't afraid of his spurting inside her. From the way her cunt was clutching his cock it was obvious she was eagerly looking forward to feeling the heat of his seed in her vagina. He rammed into her with all his strength, determined to bring her to a heady climax.
Her clutching nookie felt welded to his probing cock. The resistance of her clutching walls was so strong he had to push with tremendous effort each time he plunged forward, and had to pull vigorously every time he retreated. Loud sucking sounds came from their connection as his ass pistoned his swollen dingus back and forth. Her fingers dug into his flesh and her heels kicked his rump urging him on, and Ronny realized to remain gentle and tender at this point would be to defeat everything for which they were jointly striving.
He plunged forward, shoving his vibrant tool into her clinging vagina as far as it would go, burying it in her to the limit, shoving it through the clinging tissues of her enclosing walls, thrilling to the continual kisses being implanted on his prong's base by her squeezing vulva lips. The weighty sac between his thighs continually slammed against the tender perineum between hers, beating against it as if intending to smash through. Her thighs held him nestled tightly between, pulling him into her as anxiously as he was plunging his hard, fat, rigid muscle. It began chugging into her with greater speed as the mixture of their joint lubricity and her virginal blood oiled the way. In spite of the intense cold, both were perspiring heavily, grunting and sighing each time his pummeling cock returned to completely fill her vaginal void. She moved with as much anxiety as he, her ass bouncing wildly on the bunk bed's mattress as she automatically adjusted herself to the gait of this thrilling sexual union. Her thighs pressed solidly against his writhing hips.
His mighty pudendum was reaming its way through her grasping cunt, an inflamed, burning pylon traveling through her and continually prying the walls of her sweet inner pathway apart as if it were a white-hot wedge. It seemed to thunder farther and farther into her, and Mary Jane felt as if one of those automobiles she had just seen for the first time was being driven through her clasping interior. It was speeding through that hollow part of her with such power she believed it would sure charge through her wanton belly up into her throat, eventually strangling her.
With the passage of moments, the glorious vestibule of her young pussy dilated a fraction more, enlarging just enough to comfortably hold the immense breadth of his working penis. It felt like a gigantic marlin spike running in and out of her as if trying to eventually break through another barrier in the hope of literally nailing her to the bed.
Mary Jane moved automatically, realizing for the first time the true purpose of her prurient snatch, and in so understanding its usage, became fully cognizant of how wonderful his hard flesh felt as it continued working its way through her. She began concentrating on the feel of it inside her, no longer letting things happen naturally. Her mind grasped the picture of his sweetmeat probing her furthest depths, plumbing her darkest regions. She could see it all in her mind as clearly as she had seen the way her father's cock had filled her sister's hole. She concentrated on the way her interior surrounded his manly plunger, and in doing so, began contracting her vaginal muscles, squeezing his powering organ far inside her impassioned, almost rabid cunt, intent on not only enjoying every last bit of it, but wanting to make it equally thrilling for him.
Her firm, round asscheeks began bouncing more furiously now as she felt that wonderful something first beginning to build inside her.
"I... I.... can fee ... feel it," she gasped, feeling flames sear her lungs as she continued moving her ass in rhythm to the way he was slinging his powerful cock into her. "Fuck ... harder," she ordered. "Fuck faster ... faster... faster... don't ... uhhhh sttttoooooop ... keep fucking ... uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh ... oh God ... God ... God ... I'm cummmmmmmiiiinnnnggg..."
And she began bucking insanely, spasming wildly as she began coming madly. She came so hard she almost actually squeezed him out, her squashing pussy muslces clamped down so hard.
As it was, his thundering phallus had thoroughly filled every bit of emptiness in her previously-void interior. It had entirely stoppered her full vaginal maw, allowing no air in or out, touching every living, febrile part of her, and Mary Jane went into wild paroxysms of unutterable delight, experiencing thrills ten times more powerful than those she'd known when he'd used his tongue. And when the first of her marvelous climaxes reached the top and began receding, she felt another one completely overwhelm her, hitting her with no less force. There was nothing wrong here, nothing immoral, nothing indecent. This was life. This was love. This was the very essence of being. It was the sum total of everything.
Every nerve-ending, every synapse, every particle of herself was caught up in the wonderment of the orgasmic conclusions. And there seemed no end to her constant supply of oncoming orgasms.
Ronny felt his own orgasm starting to build. It was really going to be something. He'd had his share of sexual experiences, and some of them had been on the verge of fantastic, but he knew this was going to be the big one. More, he knew it was only the prelude of years and years of climaxes to come; all of which would surpass each previous orgasm.
His seed came bubbling up, thrilling him as it never had before, and suddenly he found he was thrashing while lying on top of her, madly injecting his wanton serum into her clamping cunt, spurting outpouring gallons of heavy fluid as far up into her as he possibly could, knowing it was penetrating her cervix, seeping into her womb, climbing higher and higher in an attempt to reach as far into her as it could.
A mighty, inflexible fire hose, it blasted into her again and again, sending pulsating vibrations shivering through every particle of him. He clutched her all the more tightly to him, kissing her face, feeling her respond with as much fervor.
Each realized they had found the mate meant for them. There was no escaping this final conclusion. They understood no one would ever feel this good to either one of them. They seemed to have been designed to fit each other.
After an eternity of time the wonderful feeling slowly, very slowly faded, but they remained locked into each other.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The atmosphere in the little cabin was one of utter delight and sensation. For the next three days Ronny and Mary Jane made love in every conceivable manner, using positions even he had never dreamed of before. It was, as Mary Jane had said, a kind of honeymoon, even if it was taking place prior to the formal marriage.
It was early Thursday morning when they heard the snowplows clearing the road beneath them. They hurriedly cleaned up the cabin, refilling the oil lamps from bottles they found in one of the cabinets, putting away the blankets after carefully folding them, and making certain there was no dirt behind them.
Once the snowplows were gone, they got into the car, and were happy when the engine turned over and Ronny was able to drive them out of the mountains. They were happy just being with one another.
Late in the afternoon, they stopped to gas up and have some lunch. Ronny ordered some roast beef for the two of them at a small restaurant. They took their time, enjoying their food, sipping coffee, and relaxing. Later, while Mary Jane went off to the powder room, Ronny refilled the thermos with hot tea, and then they went on their way.
Neither noticed the car that pulled into the restaurant only minutes after they'd arrived. Nor did they see the occupant, a person as surprised to see them as they would have been to see him. Earl had some good reasons for wanting his revenge against the two of them. And suddenly the opportunity was being handed to him.
Had Mary Jane not run off with Ronny, Earl not only would have been held in jail, but would have gone to trial. As it was, with the two witnesses against him gone, the Padramors had no choice but to release him, insisting he never return to Bell's Landing again. Earl was more than happy to comply.
He'd spent three days in a house of ill repute on the mainland, trying to prove his balls still worked in spite of what Mary Jane had done to them. But nothing seemed to go right, and though he'd gotten off a few shots with his cock inside one or two paid-for cunts, he didn't feel right.
He'd finally left and had taken the long way, around the mountain, not in the mood to encounter any possible avalanches. So it was, just as he approached the restaurant, Mary Jane and Ronny, who had finally come down out of the mountain, were ordering.
Earl took a table at the rear of the restaurant and settled for coffee. The sight of Mary Jane had gotten him all hot and bothered again. Aside from taking his revenge on the two of them, he intended proving his cock could work as well as ever by using it on the blond girl.
He followed them when they left the restaurant, and they, not realizing he was behind them, drove blissfully on. That evening, they pulled into a motel, and Earl was right behind them. He waited until they'd gotten their key to their unit, then went in and registered, himself. He made sure to get the unit next to theirs.
Going to his own unit, he took off his heavy jacket, splashed some cold water on his face, then took a small-but-heavy ornamental log kept in an artificial fireplace in his room, and stepped outside. The window of the next unit was wide open, and he peered through the curtains and saw Mary Jane going into the bathroom. He heard the shower being turned on, which meant she would be in there for a little while.
He watched Ronny open the bathroom door, poke his head in, and say something about sending a telegram. Then he shut the bathroom door, pulled on his jacket, and stepped outside. As he rounded the corner of his unit, Earl brought the small log crashing down on his head. Ronny went down as if the sky had suddenly caved in on him. The only thing saving him from a concussion was his being startled at seeing Earl's shadow at the last fraction of a second. He flinched and rolled with the blow somewhat. He was unconscious, and would remain out for awhile, but Earl was convinced he'd hit Ronny hard enough to kill him. He left him where he'd fallen.
Entering Ronny's cabin, he waited patiently, pulling down the windows and closing all curtains. He had no intention of being disturbed. He owed this bitch something more than the ass-fucking he'd given her the last time. He sat and waited.
He heard the shower shut off and stood up. As Mary Jane came out of the bathroom, toweling herself dry, Earl grabbed her and clapped a hand over her mouth. She stared up into his fearsome face with its bristling walrus mustache and began trembling.
"Hi, Padramor bitch with the holy cunt," he smiled. "Remember me?"
Mary Jane thought she would faint How had this monster suddenly materialized? Where was Ronny?
"Looking for your boyfriend?" Earl smirked, reading her mind. "Forget him. There's a good chance you'll never see him again. Now I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth. If you scream, there's a good chance you won't see anything or anyone again. Just keep your voice nice and low."
He let his palm come away from her lips. For a few moments she merely stood there, shivering. Then she finally said, "What happened to Ronny?"
"It don't matter," he told her. "What matters is you don't want the same thing to happen to you. Now you start cryin' or screamin', and I swear I'll clobber you right here and now."
"What do you want from me?" she asked, shuddering.
"That's better. I want a nice chick. I want everything from you, honey. I want your cunt, I want your ass, I want you mouth. I want them again and again and again. And you'd better pray you're good and that I don't get tired of you too soon. If I do, you might get hurt."
She began to tremble uncontrollable, and Earl slammed her across the face, sending her flying onto the bed. The towel she'd been holding about herself unwound, revealing her body to the Neanderthal like Earl. He simply stood there, staring at her, taking in the beauty of her body. Finally he emitted a low whistle.
'That's quite a bod you have there, honey. Oh yes indeedy. It'd be a shame for me not to use it right now. So you just lay there like a nice kid and don't make any noises, and old Earl is gonna give you a lotta fun."
Earl hastily undressed, then walked over to the bed where Mary Jane was lying.
"One warning," he told her. "You try hittin' me in the balls like you did last time, and I'll kill you. There ain't no Padramors around here to save you. The only guy within listenin' distance of you is the guy who rents the units, and he's got a rock station blarin' in there to keep him awake, so he ain't gonna hear you. I can kill you and be outta here a good ten hours before anyone finds you and your boyfriend. So you do as I say, and you get outta this alive. You fight me, and I'll kill ya on the spot. Dig?"
"Don't hurt me," Mary Jane begged, all her dreams shattered by the apelike monster now threatening her.
She was horrified, but she knew she had to stay alive. It was the only way she might someday get back at Earl. Dead she was good to no one.
"I owe ya for the way you rapped me in the balls, but I might be persuaded t'forget it if you do everything just right."
"All right," she nodded, her body still trembling, causing her jugs to shimmy and arouse Earl as he thought he might never be aroused again.
"Now you get down on your knees and walk over to where I'm standin'. Then you take this cock of mine and stuff it down your throat. You keep on stuffin' it in and outta your mouth until I come. Then you swallow the whole mess. You don't let one drop get by."
Mary Jane got off the bed and fell to her knees. While on her knees, she moved toward Earl, stopping directly in front of him staring at his massive pole. Odd, but she was becoming aroused at the sight of his staff. Because she was looking at his cock rather than his face, not realizing any longer to whom the prick belonged, fires began to stoke inside her, and suddenly the heat began coursing through her blood vessels, and suddenly she became very cognizant of what she was doing.
Her hand reached up and slowly cupped his balls, feeling his fingers knot in her hair in such a way as to let her know he'd literally tear her golden hair out if she attempted to harm him. His wrinkled scrotum was heavier than Ronny's, and the bristly hair covering it was like fine copper wire, matching the patch of reddish gold on his groin. She kept her eyes locked on the heavy phallic point, and even though her body still trembled, she had already mentally accepted the fact that she would be swallowing the full length of that penis.
Earl was built like a weighty gorilla, and though there was some fat on his body, there was a lot of muscle, as well. His thighs were like solid hamhocks, and though this was the third time she was seeing his penis, it was the first time she really bothered to notice it. Though its breadth was slightly less than that of Ronny's, it was a fraction longer, and the violet tip was no less anxious as it swelled and receded before her eyes. If all the rest of Earl was ugly, his cock was something magnificent to behold.
A few days ago she had been terrified by it Now she looked at it, admiring it as the marvelous thing it was. Now she was about to swallow the full length of it down her throat. Yes, she would do it and not only not feel regret, but might actually enjoy it. Lord! It was really a wonderful thing. Thick, heavy, engorged with blood, tinted with a lilac head and a brown shaft, pulsing, glistening, trembling with animalism. Around the thick trunk of it, entwined like so many vines under the bark of a tree were the many winding blood vessels. And as more seeping oil came dripping from the hole in the head of his cock, it made the point glitter as if it were varnished.
Earl's hand tugged her head forward, and instinctively her tongue licked out and lapped the glistening lubricant from his penial tip.
"Goddamn!" Earl muttered, "you've got an electric tongue. Sheesh! I can't remember when I've felt such a hot tongue. Lick it, baby, lick it."
His heavy cock was twitching up and down, stimulated by the touch of her leaping tongue. Her soft, sandpaper tongue ran over the thick knob in a circular pattern, making smaller circles on every revolution until the very tip of her tongue pressed into the leaking slit in the tip of his hot cock. The practice she'd undergone with Ronny now stood her in good stead as her tongue swabbed in and out of the miniscule orifice, continually drinking in all the leaking oil he was releasing.
Earl stared down, unable to believe what he saw and felt. For a girl who had been so terrified of his cock earlier, she was reacting fantastically at the moment. He felt thrills building up swiftly in him. Not one whore in the last three days had been this good.
Earl was in the throes of a mad, agonizing ecstasy. He had been so completely unready for the way she was giving head, his thrilled exclamations sounded like guttural growls. The girl was absolutely fantastic. She was in no way like any woman who'd ever blown him, before. Molly, who had sucked him off the week previous was a rank amateur compared to this girl.
"Jesus Fucking Christ!" he roared. "No goddamn wonder you Padramor bitches are so special. Shit! If I'd known it would be anything like this, I'd have kidnapped a dozen or more of you bitches and started my own pimping business. Christ! I remember how great your ass was. And now your mouth. Shee-it! If your cunt is anything like your other two holes you're the greatest fucking artist the world has ever known."
Mary Jane's tongue could only work its way a little distance into the narrow slit of his cock. But it didn't stop her from enjoying the plump, onionshaped surface of his purple knob. It was un-circumcised and unlike Ronny's. Even fully erect it looked a little different from Ronny's because of the foreskin. Even so, she let her tongue play around inside there, as well, and Earl almost pulled her hair out from the sheer thrill of it. Her tongue lapped along the tender skin until the swollen dome seemed to swell even more tightly. From her experiences with Ronny, Mary Jane knew it wouldn't be long before Earl was unloading a torrent into her mouth.
The meaty shaft pulsated all the more strongly as his hairy sac began to retreat into his body. A shivering inside Earl was becoming stronger, and he hadn't even plunged his phallic probe into her mouth yet. If he allowed her to go on licking he would shoot a wad before he was ready to fully enjoy it. He was panting heavily, matching the rapid pounding of his heart, and though he felt like shouting his throat muscles had tightened up and he couldn't even utter a guttural groan.
This chick had the kind of mouth so great no man, in his wildest dreams, could imagine anything like it. Her pulling, leeching lips, her lapping tongue, and even her cheeks seemed to be trying to pull his very soul out through his cock. It was as if all his strength was concentrated in his prick. His balls, sperm factories, were working at top speed creating barrels of fluid in preparation of the big moment.
This girl was the ultimate cocksucker. It made Earl wonder if all other Padramor females were as good. If so, it was no wonder the Padramor men were so poor. They didn't have time to work, what with the heavy way their women could blow them until the tops of their heads came flying off.
It was as if this girl had come into the world for the sole purpose of sucking cock. Maybe all Padramor chicks were meant to suck cock. Maybe that was why the Padramor birthrate was so low? After all, who would want to shoot into a cunt when such a great mouth was working on the cock?
Son of a bitch! She was probably the most fantastic fellatrix in the world, and here she was, giving old Earl the blowjob of his life. Sultans would have given diamonds and rubies to enjoy what he, Earl, was getting for nothing.
Her lips leeched tightly to his glans, surrounding his corona with a pillowy, pulling force he was unable to resist. Her tongue was flat against the underside now, and slowly, very slowly, she began pushing her face forward, sucking as much of his mastodon meat into her mouth as she could. Her tongue lapped strongly against the underside making him shudder even more.
Earl felt his swollen head pushing against the back of her throat and figured, she like all the other blowjob artist he'd ever known, would compensate for the last couple of inches by gripping them with her hand. He was even more astounded when he felt her tight esophagus relax as his shivering cock began sliding in even deeper, plunging all the way into her tight gullet, adding a new sensation he'd never known. Little by little her nose moved closer and closer to the base of his pelvis until it actually pressed into him and her lips could kiss the hairy root She had the whole thing in her mouth and down her throat.
Oh shit! he thought. No woman could do this. It was just plain impossible. Well, hell, one thing was for sure. There wasn't anything left for her to swallow.
But he was wrong. Her hands tightly gripped the cheeks of his ass, still pulling his pubis into her face even though her face really couldn't press any harder into his body. And suddenly Earl felt his bowling ball-sized testicles in their sac being swallowed in as well. This was so totally incredible he thought he would faint.
She had him completely at her mercy now. With his balls between her lips, all she had to do was apply extra-heavy pressure and he'd be singing castrate.
But Mary Jane seemed totally unaware of the position in which she held Earl. All she could think about was the combination of cock and balls filling her throat and mouth as her lips worked over them and her tongue washed both. Her fingers seemed to pull his asscheeks apart she was concentrating so heavily on sucking him off.
Her mouth was so fantastic Earl knew if he didn't come shortly, he would faint Her talents were so beyond belief no one would have believed Earl had he spoken of them, later on. Christ! A woman like this, with a mouth like this, could earn two hundred clams a blowjob, and suckers would be lining up to pay that kind of money. Shee-it! Earl had found himself a gold mine.
Mary Jane could feel the throbbing in Earl's cock. She knew he would let go at any moment now. She also knew he was a sadist and would hurt her if she gave him the least little excuse to do so, and so she knew, once he came she would have to swallow every last drop. Her life might depend on her not spilling any of the white-hot fluid.
Earl realized he was in pain. It wasn't a pain caused directly by the pressure of the girl's mouth, rather it was the pain known as blue balls, only by now he felt his balls had probably turned a gangrenous green she was sucking so avidly.
A million pinwheels of colored lights were going off in Earl's head. He could no longer think straight nor could he concentrate on anything other than relieving the pressure building to such great heights in his testes. His mind was locked into the way her mouth was sucking more and more of him into her. He was in rapturous ecstasy over the way her oven-heated throat moved back and forth around his cock without her lips losing his balls. Her tongue was racing up and back along his solid stalk, stopping once in awhile to tantalize his balls even more. Saliva was dribbling from her lips onto her knees below, and a lot of it slobbered over his thighs. It only made her clutch his asscheeks even more tightly, yanking his body even more strongly against her face.
Earl realized he was lost. If he didn't come now, his balls would crack wide open. If he did come, so much energy would rain out of him, he'd black out. Either way he would lose. But if that was the case, he might as well do it the most enjoyable way.
He felt the seed bubbling inside him now, swelling and building as it climbed from his balls right up into his iron-rigid prick. It moved along the length of his cock with ever-greater speed until it pushed into the mushroom-like head, and then like cream of mushroom soup, it came blistering out, swamping her gullet with its charge. The heavy, gooey discharge ran down her sucking throat instantly, filling her hungry belly, lining up her pharynx, and spilling all over her mouth. Blast after blast exploded strongly into the blonde's thirsting esophagus. Her head was bobbing all the more strongly, pulling more and more of the seething come from his hose. She drank as if it were mead, thirsting for more and yet more. And then, as his penis slowly began to flag, Earl's knees buckled and he sank to his kneecaps, pulling her head down as he fell. She continued draining him, unmindful of the fact that her head was down to the floor, sucking madly. She pulled even more of the sparkling gism from inside him.
Earl felt a blackness engulfing him as he keeled over and thought he was dead. Even with him unconscious, Mary Jane continued sucking until she was certain she had gotten every last bit of liquid from him.
Reluctantly she released his cock, letting it fall from her mouth as she sat up. She was surprised to seem him simply lying there and thought he was playing some sort of game, waiting for her to try making a break for it so he could get up and hit her. But as the minutes passed, she saw he was really unconscious. She got to her feet, quickly dressed and went looking for Ronny.
She found him lying outside the cabin, still unconscious, and used some snow to wash his face and bring him around.
"What the heck happened?" he asked.
"That man from the lodge on Bell's Landing," she told him. "Somehow he followed us here. He hit you with something. I think he believes he killed you. Anyway he came inside and tried to attack me again. He even got undressed and wanted to rape me. Then he had some kind of fainting spell. Anyway, he's in our cabin right now, unconscious."
"Then I think we'd better get the hell out of here," Ronny told her. "This time we ought to make sure he doesn't follow us."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ronny went into the cabin and used Earl's shirts and pants to tie the man up. Then he and Mary Jane left. They drove for five hundred miles without stopping, except for gas and a quick bite to eat.
Two days later, they reached the big city, and from the big city they traveled to one of the small suburbs where Ronny had his restaurant. It was already evening, and Ronny had no intention of going into the restaurant at that time. He knew his brother would continue to handle things until the following day.
He was exhausted and so was Mary Jane. But even greater than their being tired was their desire for one another. Both hurriedly undressed as Mary Jane looked at the bedroom of his apartment, realizing here was home, at last. Totally naked, they stood in front of each other just looking for a moment, then came together, he holding her, and she clutching him. Then she slowly slid down, letting his turgid prong ride through the valley of her tits where she trapped it, squeezing her breasts tightly against it. She liked the feel of his white-hot poker pressing into her cleft as her warm tits, surrounded it, and Ronny enjoyed the feeling just as much. She rocked her lithe body from one side to the other, moving up and down to let the shaft slide between her tits, applying pressure to the solid shank and making the already-purple head turn a bright royal lavender. She could feel the pulses in his cock pounding as his blood flooded into it, making it even harder. Then, with his cock thrust all the way up between her tits, she lowered her head and began lapping vigorously around the head.
"Oh no!" Ronny told her. "I know what you can do with that mouth of yours. I want this cock buried in that sweet, darling pussy of yours tonight. We have plenty of other times for you to suck me off."
He pulled her upright, feeling his rigid pole being pressed into his body in an upward position as the dragging of her forced it to remain that way.
"Fuck me standing," she begged. "We've tried everything on our backs or seated. Now fuck me standing. Fuck me, darling."
She began moaning and sighing, rotating her center against his seething dong, and a deep sigh came from her throat like a tigress in heat as she literally gripped Ronny tightly and continued undulating her hips, increasing his passion.
Her whole body began shivering and she pulled back just far enough to reach between them and close her warm, girlish fingers around his solid, meaty prong. She pushed it lower as she, on tiptoe, stood higher, shoving it into the crevice between her anxious thighs.
Ronny's knees buckled slightly, waiting as she now led the solid horn of flesh directly into position, securing it in the center of her gash, gripping it firmly with her thighs as a flood of warm, slippery juice came pouring out, drenching his stolid pecker head, causing the pulsing dome to slide upward as if of its own accord and rest snugly against the pool of her pussy-puss. Her cuntlips, like those of an eager mouth, seemed to be opening wide in an attempt to suck him in. He gripped her asscheeks and raised her higher as her arms tightened around his neck.
"Get it in, Ronny," she begged. "Hurry, hurry, put it into me."
He raised her a bit more, lifting her toes off the floor, feeling her thighs scissor apart as the angle of his upward, forty-five degree-pointed cock searched to find the exact point of entry. And then, suddenly, the hot, silken lips of her pussy grabbed his cock head and pulled it slowly in.
Sighing with delicious rapture, Mary Jane felt the stiffness of his rigid joint push into her satin-lined snatch, parting the hot, inner labia of her wonderful cunt. And then her liquid labia closed fluidly over his throbbing knob, clutching the engorged head tightly in its syrup enclosure. Mary Jane's entire body shuddered with rapture as her cunt muscles tightened even more around his stolid shaft. Her arms hung tightly around his neck in desperation; a desperation born of passion.
With her arms around his neck being used for leverage, Mary Jane began undulating, lifting her torso a little to let his seething prick head slide in and out and into her simmering, juicing crack, moving a bit more quickly each time she levered herself up, sinking a little lower each time she went down.
"Uhhhh ... Ronny ..." she shuddered, "Oh, Ronny ... tell ... me you ... uhhhh ... love me ... no matter what..."
"Of course I love you."
"Ronny, about Earl... I ... ooooh ... have to tell the truth ... oh God.... I love you so and don't want to lose ... uhhhh ... you ..."
"Quiet," he told her, working his hips in a rotating circle as her thighs came up and clamped themselves around his hips.
"Whatever might have happened ... I... ooooh ... love you. Ronny ..."
"I don't care what happend," Ronny told her, pumping strongly. "If ... uhhhh ... anything went on, it went on because he . .. forced youooooooh ... uhhh ... into it."
"Yes ... ahhhhh .. ."she sighed, "but I couldn't help liking what I was doing ... ohhh Godddd I love you..."
With her ass being supported by his hands, and her thighs tightly clamped around his waist, Ronny pumped upward and silenced her mouth for a time with his own lips, slamming his hips high, ramming his cock as far up into her tight, squeezing, crushing, overpowering pussy as he possibly could.
"If you liked it... oooooh ... I was to ... ahhhh ... blame," he told her, grinding furiously now, "for ... ohhhh ... teaching you to enjoy ... arrggghhh ... uhhhh ... fucking so much."
"Ronny," she panted, "I really do love only you ... ohhhh God ... I'm already ... ohhhh Rooooonnnnneeeeee . . . uuurrrggghhh . . ."
And he matched her with a blast of his own, shooting a heavy wad straight up into her flaming quim.
Mary Jane closed her eyes and dreamed of the wonderful future ahead. Her father could enjoy her sister and her mother all he wanted. He would never have her. No other man would have her cunt other than the one pumping into her at that moment. Her dreams were all coming true.
The Padramors would one day be extinct. Their own rigid rules and regulations were stifling them. Ultimately their secret would be discovered by the outside world, and they, like the Mormons, would have to conform.
She, Mary Jane Farrar, soon to be Mary Jane Benson, had no more fears. She would have a husband, and children, and she would be able to bring them up without having to teach them to love their mother in any way other than the natural mother-child relationship, unless... unless... one son turned out to be as handsome and as well developed as his father. Then ... maybe.
