Life is filled with periods of transition, and it all starts at birth, when a baby is yanked from the warmth and safety of the womb. No less traumatic for most children is the transition from the protective environment of the home, to the sometimes frightening school environment. And then comes the time when one must decide -- often involuntarily -- what to do with one's life.
Transitions all of us must make. Indeed, life itself seems to be a never ending string of transitions.
In this frank novel, an entire family -- and many other residents of the town in which they live -- is faced with changes which greatly affect their personal lives, as well as their relationships with one another.
FAMILY FLESH FEAST is the story of the Moore family and some of their friends and neighbors who, while striving to lead normal lives, discover that there are forces that exist over which they seem to have little control.
Society condemns their actions, but are they really guilty? A work of fiction, true, but one which holds a message for us all.
The Publisher
Chapter One
On her knees before the teenager, Donna Moore had one heart stopping moment of panic as she took his stiff cock out of his pants. If her husband or son or daughter walked in the house at this moment and saw her...
They wouldn't believe what they saw anyway.
For one thing, her appearance was stunningly different. Kneeling before the groaning boy, Donna's eyes blazed with fierce passion as her ripe tits panted in a low cut, see through black bra, with openings for her swollen red nipples. Her hot silken ass was almost naked, the sheer bikini panties hugging their juicy curves. The panties were crotchless, so that her dripping pink cunt peeped through obscenely.
Her ass weaved lewdly now as she thrust the boy's long rod into her eager lips. Donna began to suck him off with low urgent whimpers, one hand stroking his prick while the other gently squeezed his big balls. The cuckoo, clock on the wall suddenly hooted, and she almost fainted with nervous fright. Then she remembered she was in her kitchen blowing a handsome young stranger, young enough to be her own son.
And in a tremendously excited way, the sexy, moaning brunette wished he were her, son.
"Geez, Missus -- UNNNNNF! -- Missus Moore -- wow, WOW! -- you're too -- MMMMMF! -- too hungry!" he gasped.
So hungry she was battering her throat with his boiling knob. But up until two hours ago, Donna Moore was a quiet, pretty housewife no different than millions of others, except perhaps for her lushly curved tits and ass and long, silken legs. She'd kept up her figure through twenty years of marriage, and the occasional furtive desire she felt to screw around on her husband was quickly pushed to the back of her mind. After all, she had a solid, ruggedly handsome husband, a lovely daughter and a son. Her sex life was hardly exciting, but adequate.
Then the package came.
Sheer, overpowering curiosity drove Donna to open the package. It wasn't hers and she had an eerie feeling of guilt when she tore at the gummed tape, but she couldn't resist the urge.
No more than she could resist the wild urge -- and the deadly risk in this small town -- of going down with feverish lust on an innocent boy. He was lunging his hips eagerly now, his pants almost down to his knees as he fucked Donna's frantic mouth.
And when the shy, soft spoken housewife of thirty-nine opened the large box she had no idea she was opening a Pandora's Box of lust. And not the slightest hint her life would be changed forever, plunged into such raw, violent sex her entire family would be sucked up into the wild vortex. Especially her luscious, innocent daughter.
The empty box still lay on the kitchen floor beside her. She could feel the boy's hot prick beginning to harden and swell in her furiously sucking lips and she whimpered for his come. Anxious as she was to gulp down his boiling jism, it was only an exciting preliminary for the madly aroused brunette. She didn't want him shooting off his sweet young come inside her pussy in three minutes flat. In her tingling mouth yes, in her soaked, throbbing cunt, no.
She was blowing him first to take the sharp edge off his feverish excitement. Then if he could stay with her even for only ten minutes, she would have a deliriously exciting memory, a hot delicious fuck she could re-live in her mind through the dull routine of her day.
Her fist jerked him off faster as his grunts became louder and she whipped her sultry mouth back and forth on his surging rod to a frenzied tempo, craving that first boiling gush in her mouth. God, he was hung! Not nearly as hung as her own son, but Dan was older and built like a husky bull. She reminded herself with alarm that mothers weren't supposed to think like that.
But mothers weren't supposed to suck and fuck strangers on their kitchen floors at eleven in the morning, either.
"HOLY -- HOLY SHIT, MISSUS MOORE -- GONNA COME! WHOOO! WHEEEEWWW! YOUR MOUTH -- UMMMMMMMMM -- GONNA SHOOT NOW, AAAAAAAAAH! OOOOOOF! JEEZ I-IT'S -- OOOOOO, CHRIST!"
He lunged his naked hips rapidly as Donna sucked and stroked his bursting prick with frantic moans, a blissful depraved joy exploding in her blood as his thick come began to gush. She swallowed it in greedy gulps, loving the sweet creamy stickiness burning her throat, so different from her husband's salty juice. Her son's would be like this, she thought lustfully, and she suddenly wanted Dan's come everywhere on her milk white flesh, on her huge sweating tits and deep inside her pulsing cunt, flooding her mouth and spurting deep into her tender asshole.
She'd never harbored lewd urges like this before. It began when the box came...
Drained of every molten drop, the boy slipped his limp cock out of her mouth and stepped back, dazed. Kee-rist, wait'll he told the guys about this!
All Freddie knew was he'd rung her doorbell a few minutes ago selling magazine subscriptions. When she opened the door, his throat felt suddenly dry and his prick throbbed wildly in his pants. Housewives didn't look like this, especially in the morning. They wore hair curlers and dirty robes and looked sullen and tired.
He'd been greeted by a tall, fantastically sexy brunette. Her dark eyes glowed beneath heavy eyeshadow and her careless robe revealed lush creamy tits spilling out over her sheer bra. Freddie stammered his pitch, she'd invited him in and ten minutes later -- wow! WOW! Not only that, she'd bought a subscription first. She was so hot, she practically raped him. It didn't make sense to Freddie's naive mind, not in this quiet neighborhood anyway. The guys wouldn't believe him.
He stared down at her as she continued to stroke and lick his deflated rod, her gorgeous tits panting furiously. Maybe she was a nympho like Bessie Garst at school. Bessie fucked anyone and everyone for a quarter, lifting her dress to wriggle her pussy in the bushes. She liked it so much she did it on credit too. But Bessie was a dog, with acne, and this ravishing knockout was a pin-up straight from a magazine. She must be a nympho. She was moaning softly and licking his cock like an ice cream cone, until it was getting hot and stiff again.
"Your first?" she whispered, eyes blazing up at him. "Did you ever have sex before, Freddie?"
"Yes, ma'm," he stammered, flushing. "But only once." With Bessie. Whose hot little cunt was no match for her tight, boiling mouth.
Donna was disappointed. She'd hoped he was a cherry, that she'd be the first so he'd never forget her. She stood up, wrapping her arms around him and obscenely grinding her moist pussy to his stiffening prick. God, if John came home right now and saw her in this stunning outfit, dry fucking a boy whose pants were down to his ankles! His hot meat was rubbing against her wet cunt lips, sparking delicious thrills.
"Come on with me," she whispered. He slipped out of his pants and started to unbutton his shirt, but she stopped him. "Leave it on," she told him. It was far more guilty and exciting this way, with him half dressed and herself still wearing a bra and panties. She felt like a cheap whore giving a quickie and she loved the feeling.
She led him into the living room. Dog style, she thought feverishly. No tender foreplay, no hugging and kissing, just raw obscene sex, hot furious fucking. Donna hunched over the arm of the sofa, placing her palms on the seat. She spread her legs behind her wide and began undulating her ass in lewd circles of invitation. Her pink slit sucked eagerly through the crotchless panties.
"Go ahead," she urged hoarsely. "Stick it in, Freddie! Fuck me, honey, just drive it in all the way. Hurry!"
Freddie was so aroused at the sight of her creamy ass weaving and her juicy cunt pulsating hungrily he was afraid he'd shoot off before he ever got it in. He stood between her legs and gripped her burning ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them. Holding his breath, the boy nudged his knob against her pussy lips and then slid it in.
"Yes, yesssss," Donna moaned, clasping her thrilled pussy tightly on his long rod. Lord, his burning meat felt good! It quivered and grew rock hard in her feverish slit, beginning to pump in and out with delicious friction. Donna began swinging her ass eagerly, first up and down and then from side to side, sucking in her breath as his shaft rubbed and throbbed against her tingling walls.
"YES, FUCK ME! MMMMMMMMMM, I LOVE YOUR DARLING PRICK, FREDDIE! LOVE YOUR HOT MEAT, HONEY! AAAAAAAAAH, DEEPER, FASTER, HARDER -- OOOOOOOH! LOVE TO FUCK, UNNNNNNNNNNGH!"
With a shock, Donna realized she'd never used words like that before either. Her sex with her husband was punctuated with soft moans and squeals of delight, with tender words like "Love me harder" and "Deeper, darling, deeper". But the vulgar words were firing her excitement deliriously, and she began raving and clawing at the sofa seat savagely.
"OOOOO, FUCK IT FASTER, DARLING BOY! EVERY INCH YES! EVERY UNNNNNF! HOT INCH OF YOUR BIG PRICK, FREDDIE! RAM ME, FUCK ME, HURT ME, GIVE IT ALL TO ME AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The sobbing, thrashing brunette was already in the spasms of her first climax. The feel of his balls slapping harshly against her thighs while his blazing knob battered deep in her cunt triggered a violent orgasm. She whipped her drenched pussy in a fury on his hot meat, wriggling and squirming and pumping her slippery crack with eager cries.
"G-GONNA COME, MISSUS MOORE!"
Freddie gasped. Her luscious cunt was sucking his load out of him with lustful power, and the boy squeezed her silken ass tightly in his fingers and gritted his teeth. Goddamn, what a roller-coaster ride! Her juicy, boiling slit thrashed on his exploding rod in a fever of excitement and Freddie barely had to move because the crying brunette was doing all the pumping now.
"MY-MY ROCKS COMING OFF! OOOOOOOOH SHIT WHAT CUNT! OH CHRIST MISSUS -- AAAAAAGH! -- MISSUS MOORE, WHAT PUSSY!"
And his obscene groans triggered a second fiery orgasm in her loins, racing to every tingling nerve in her sweating flesh as his come gushed into her frenzied cunt. Even after the last few boiling drops trickled into her throbbing slit, Donna hugged his meat fiercely.
Jeesuz, she won't let me out! Freddie thought in a panic. A horrible vision flashed in his mind, of his prick locked savagely in her pussy while he stood there helplessly as her husband walked in the door. He'd seen dogs locked like that and they wrestled and bounced and howled trying to wrench free.
Terrified, Freddie jerked his soft meat out and stepped back with a shaking sigh of relief. His simple mind didn't know that vaginismus, as cunt locking was medically termed, occurred only rarely in humans, or that in eighteenth-century France when adulterers were caught in the unfortunate spasm, they were wheeled on a cart naked through the streets of Paris and jeered at and pelted by rotten fruit.
"That was wild, Missus Moore," he panted, staring at her creamy ass. It still shuddered with bliss and her madly sucking pussy dripped obscenely. "I'll be ready again in a couple minutes," he added proudly.
Slowly, Donna stood up. Her mind whirled with a strange mixture of fierce excitement and sudden fear. The impact of what she'd done in her frantic excitement dawned on her, making her ripe curves tremble.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head quickly. "Listen, Freddie, you'd better go now -- fast. I... I've never done this before. I don't know what came over me. You'd better dress and leave. Hurry."
Her fear was contagious. Freddie rushed back to the kitchen and slipped his pants on. She followed him, her huge tits panting with her lingering orgasm and sudden fright.
"Listen," she said intensely when he was dressed and ready to leave. She grabbed him by the shoulders savagely, her eyes boring into his. "Listen, Freddie. Not a word of this to anyone, understand? You could ruin my life in this town if it came out. Try to understand! Don't boast to your friends or girls, don't put it in a diary, don't ever come by here again." She shook him so violently he gaped at her. "Try to understand, Freddie! I have a family, a boy about your age! If this came out..."
Freddie nodded, gulping. The switch from raw hot lust to paranoid caution unnerved him. Hell, he was only going to let his best buddies in on it, no one else. They could be trusted.
"Sure, sure, I understand, Missus Moore, honest. Not a word. It's our secret." He paused, licking his lips, his prick beginning to rise hotly again as he watched her big silken tits heave. "Can I call you in a couple days?"
She was about to scream no when she realized that would guarantee disaster. Keep him on the string if necessary, but keep his mouth shut at all costs.
"Yes, do that, honey, call me first. Then we'll see about another meeting. Run along now, Freddie."
At the door he paused. "Don't worry about a thing, Missus Moore. I swear, not a word to anyone." Except for Al and Freddie, and just maybe Joe. They were men of the world like himself.
"Thank you," Donna whispered, tears in her eyes. When the door shut behind him she found her cigarettes and lit one with shaking fingers. Madness! My God, what came over her? Risking everything for a wild urge and a few minutes of obscene excitement, for a sordid quickie with a mere boy! That Goddamned package... if only she hadn't opened it!
She paced the floor, trying to calm herself down. All right, so she'd slipped once in twenty years of marriage. It wasn't exactly a crisis. Just this once and never again. He wouldn't tell, he was a sweet boy. And he had such an adorable prick... so hot and thick and eager...
Donna went upstairs and drew a hot bath. First scrub off the makeup and soap her naked body down thoroughly. Washing away the guilt, she thought dryly. She felt much better after a few minutes in the steaming water, much calmer. The whole crazy episode happened so fast, so spontaneously she felt like a puppet being helplessly jerked into action. Like a frantic hot dream. Open the box, try some of the clothes on, get wildly aroused, suck and fuck an passing boy, beg him for secrecy, go crazy with fear and guilt. That fast.
Donna rested one long, silken leg on the rim of the bathtub and caressed soap onto it, her fingers trailing teasing circles near her pulsing cunt lips. Just this once, so now she had a vivid memory to cling to, a delicious hot fuck to remember when John's familiar cock plunged into her tonight. The thought sent wild shivers up her spine. She mustn't get too excited tonight or he'd suspect. But who would suspect quiet, soft spoken Donna, the eternally faithful housewife and loyal mother?
Her pussy still throbbed with tingles of lust. Maybe it hadn't been the package, maybe it was the sight of her naked son yesterday in the hallway. He was coming back from the shower when his draped towel slipped, and for a few madly arousing moments she'd seen his immense dangling cock and huge balls, framed by a thick mass of blonde curly hair. At that moment she could have dropped to her knees and sucked her handsome son off with wild whimpers of lust. Did other mothers ever have obscene ideas like that?
But most other mothers didn't have husky sons hung like Dan. Or luscious daughters like Jenny, with her sweet ripe mouth and golden budding tits and silken, tawny flesh..
No, Donna thought, it was the Goddamned package, the big box left on her doorstep by the relief mailman. Their regular was on vacation and the current mailman was only a boy, unfamiliar with the neighborhood. So he'd left the large package on her doorstep, even though it wasn't her address. The numbers were the same, 427O, but the street was different, and the name. She lived on Willow Drive and the box was addressed to 427O Viewpoint Drive, half a mile away. The name was Mrs. Georgia Langley.
Just a mistake by a clumsy new mailman. An innocent mistake triggering a whole new destiny, a bizarre, violent chain of adventures that would alter their sex lives forever...
Donna hefted the box curiously in her fingers, hearing a faint thud. She'd call Mrs. Langley and the grateful woman would probably drive by to pick it up. The return address said Secret Fashions, Incorporated. Donna didn't call Mrs. Langley just yet. She did the breakfast dishes, wondering what was so secret about Secret Fashions? Her curiosity rose to a near fever as she caressed and played with the box. She loved to get things by mail, ordering them and forgetting so it would always be a surprise.
Why didn't she open the box just to take a peek? She'd tell Mrs. Langley that she was expecting a package and didn't even bother to check the address, just ripped it open before she realized it wasn't hers.
"Pandora's Box," Donna whispered, smiling. She'd always loved that story, the mystery of unnamed secrets lurking in a simple box..
Just a peek, that's all.
Her heart hammering nervously, Donna tore at the gummed tape, cursing herself for being such a snoop. Inside the huge package was another box, it too sealed, dammit. There was a bill taped to that box, for $275. It wasn't cheap, whatever it was, probably a gown. Donna tore that box open with trembling fingers.
Her eyes widened with shock and she let out a soft cry.
Good God, it was dirty! She lifted a pair of sheer, lacey pink panties embroidered with erotic screwing figures, gaping at the slit where the crotch should be. There were a half-dozen pair of panties and bras, and a sleek black body stocking with apertures for nipples and pussy!
But it was another box that really caught her attention. She sucked in her breath with astonishment as she lifted the lid. It was a prick! An enormous hard rubber cock, curved gigantically upward with dozens of big mounds covering its length. It was attached to a removable harness.
Trembling with fierce curiosity and utter fascination, Donna read the instructions. It was battery operated. She flicked on the switch and it hummed and leaped in her hand, startling her. How could anyone possibly shove this monster up their vagina? And why did it come with a harness? The instructions didn't say but Donna realized with a crimson face it was meant to be worn so one woman could screw another!
For the first time in her life, Donna Moore realized how sheltered and innocent she was, even at thirty-nine. She knew what vibrators were used for, obviously, but she'd never seen an artificial prick and never dreamed they could be strapped on to ravish and thrill eager girls... She blushed with shame, calling herself a hick and a country girl.
Well, that's what she was, really, raised in a small peaceful town, marrying her high-school boyfriend, even remaining a virgin until her wedding night. So what? Life was meant to be peaceful and quietly happy, wasn't it?
Who needed a bunch of weird obscene thrills like this shocking stuff to feel happy? Apparently, Mrs. Georgia Langley did. Donna felt a deep, intense curiosity about the woman, wondering what sort of housewife in a town like this would use such grotesque gimmicks for depraved excitement. Did she actually fuck girls or women?
The thought sent an eerie thrill through Donna's blood, followed by the horrifying idea that girls like her own beautiful daughter might not be safe with a menace like Georgia Langley around. The idea of Jenny being brutally raped in her virgin slit -- and Jenny was a virgin, Donna knew, because she always told her mother the truth about things like that -- filled the pretty brunette with rage, and the strangest feeling of... forbidden lust.
The instructions for the giant dildo cautioned that excessive use could lead to addiction. Really! Donna thought, laughing out loud. She switched on the dildo and pressed it to her cheek, feeling it quiver the nerves there wildly. Who needed this weird monster when she had a hot, thrilling big cock like her husband's to excite her? Still, it might be fun just to... try it out one time.
There was a black, short handled whip in the box too, with a dozen vicious looking black thongs. Christ, this Georgia Langley must be weird! Did she punish with it or get punished?
All the while Donna probed the contents of the box, a fierce, throbbing excitement was rippling through her soft flesh. One thing was absolutely certain, she decided. She couldn't call the woman now, not after opening the box and seeing the horrible contents. It would be far too embarrassing for both of them. She'd simply repack and seal the box and return it to sender. No note or anything. Let those weirdos figure it out.
The woman was her size, too, Donna thought with rising excitement. Just for the hell of it -- who would know? -- she'd try a few things on, sort of get dressed up. They were disgusting, of course, but they were very, very sexy. Especially compared to her drab underthings. Just once, for fun.
Trembling with wild excitement and curiosity, Donna stripped in the living room. She snapped on a sexy black bra which hugged and emphasized her lush tits, and slipped on a pair of crotchless black panties. Tingling with girlish excitement, as though she were going to an orgy, Donna stepped in front of a full-length mirror and caught her breath.
Quickly, she took the pins out of her hair and the shimmering chestnut tresses fell loose, halfway down her waist. Christ, she was beautiful! She never realized how utterly sexy she was until now, how sultry and ripely curved and statuesque.
Fiercely aroused now, Donna ran upstairs and got her makeup. She seldom wore any, using, it sparingly for a night out on the town dancing or nightclubbing. Now the breathless brunette applied mascara and eyeshadow and lipstick in great dashes, accentuating her lustrous dark eyes and full, sensuous mouth.
She hurried back downstairs to the full-length mirror, stunned at the total effect. Tears came to her eyes and she felt a firestorm of emotions whirling in her sleek creamy flesh. All these dull, drab years of hiding her lush sexiness beneath a frumpy disguise of shapeless dresses and pinned up hair and shy smiles! Gazing before the fantastic transformation, Donna felt as if she'd missed out on everything, hadn't ever really lived at all. She was gorgeous, absolutely mouth watering for any man. She actually looked like a pinup in Playboy. Her fingers lasciviously caressed her plump swollen tits and darted down to her moist thighs. Her cunt had begun to pulse hotly as she stared at her own voluptuous body.
The wild idea came to her that she'd dress up like this for John tonight, surprise the hell out of him, probably give him the biggest hard-on of his life. But what if he thought she looked cheap and obscene? After all, he was small town like her, cautious and conservative. You always screwed in bed, never in the shower or in the living room, he usually got on top although they experimented a little. He didn't like it dog style and for some odd reason she loved it that way. He let her take the initiative when it came to blowjobs, and they'd been married for five years before she even snuggled down there one night and sucked him off with wild curiosity.
And she never even confessed to her husband her strange desire to get fucked in the ass with his huge prick just once, just to satisfy her driving curiosity. He'd really be shocked if he knew that. Or her eager fantasies about being fucked in her creamy ripe tits, having him come all over them so she could lick it up with soft moans of lewd joy.
She thrust such thoughts out of her mind, knowing he'd be shocked and upset. She was the quiet, demure housewife and mother, so typical she could scream at times. No, she decided with a long sigh, she wouldn't dress up in this wild, sexy outfit for John tonight or any other night. She'd pack it up again and return it to the sender.
But her hot cunt was throbbing feverishly now, demanding satisfaction. She dipped a finger inside and watching herself through smoldering eyes, slowly began to fingerfuck herself with low passionate moans, fiercely aroused by her own stunning sexiness. She'd pretend her finger was a massive, thrilling prick plunging deep into her boiling pussy. She was sobbing and hunching feverishly on her flicking finger when the doorbell rang.
Her heart almost stopped. Suppose it was John or one of the kids? They never came home at this time of the day, but [missing text].
She peered, holding her breath, through the door lens. It was a guy selling something. He was cute, really, she thought with lust still stirring hotly in her loins. She slipped her robe on over her bra and panties and opened the door.
And then it began. Her cunt seeping hotly, her loins hammering with desire, on the verge of orgasm from her masturbating, and she caught herself staring at his crotch, at the big bulge in his tight pants, wondering, feverishly wondering...
The boy was gaping at her milky cleavage, his prick obviously rising in his pants as she talked to him in the kitchen, taking an order for a magazine, any magazine. Such a handsome boy, such a hung boy, so excited like she was. She'd never seen him before and surely she'd never see him again. Who would know? Just once and never, never again, she told herself fervently, her tits panting nervously and her fingers trembling, itching to unzip his fly and unleash his coiled hot cock.
She licked her lips and her heart fluttered in her chest as she actually put her hand on his bulge, feeling it leap and quiver at her lustful touch. Just a quick blowjob, she urged herself, hot young come spurting down her throat, because she was so maddeningly hot and aroused.
In the bathtub now, Donna shuddered softly as she re-lived the fast, frenzied encounter, the violent suck and fuck. She hadn't even seduced him, she realized with a shock, she'd raped the boy. What if he was boasting about her to his pals now? And what if the word got around town, spread like wildfire in this gossip hungry hick town? And John and Dan and Jenny found out?
"No!" she cried aloud. It would be all right. She'd pack the stuff up again and send it back today, and today's obscene quickie would soon be forgotten.
But the desire to meet Mrs. Georgia Langley was strong. They shared a secret in common now, and Donna had to know what she was like, ugly or beautiful, sexy or plain. Did she suck and fuck innocent boys too, or girls, raping them with the gigantic humming cock until they fainted with joy?
Donna got out of the bath and toweled herself down, lingering on her tits and thighs, already throbbing with new heat. Something was wrong, she knew. Some tiny spark of uncontrollable lust had been fired into a roaring blaze when she'd opened that damn box. She'd wait just one more day before returning it, just one day. So she could try on all the clothes and secretly admire her own lush sexiness, and maybe just once, tease and fuck herself with the monstrous cock.
She found herself pulled, as if by some magnetic current of lust, into her son's bedroom. She searched his drawers, looking for something, anything.. She found a jockstrap in his closet, its odor pungent from his sweating cock and balls.
Then Donna searched her daughter's bedroom until she found her laundry, selecting a pair of frilly blue panties. She raised them to her face, trembling from head to toe as the fragrance of Jenny's virgin cunt filled her nostrils.
Her own cunt now pulsed and ached feverishly as she brought her son's jockstrap and her daughter's panties into her bedroom. She'd fuck herself just once with the humming prick, while she dreamed of furious, obscene sex with Dan and Jenny, sucking his enormous prick and then Jenny's delicious hot pussy, kissing her cherry in a frenzy of hunger.
Even then the wildly aroused brunette knew this would be no more than a ritual of torment and teasing. Only the real thing could satisfy her fierce urges.
She lay back on the bed with her throbbing pussy oozing juice, the gigantic dildo poised over it, her hot mouth eagerly kissing and licking Jenny's fragrant panties.
She really never should have opened that Goddamned box. Pandora's Box would be child's play compared to the unleashed furies in that bizarre package. With it she'd opened the secret hot furies in her own mind, in everyone's mind, patiently waiting for the right moment, for the perfect timing to thunder out with violence.
Donna Moore's moment had come, in a quiet, peaceful town basking in the sunshine on a bright summer morning. It lay innocently sealed in a box on her doorstep.
And once unleashed, the obscene furies in that box would never leave her..
Chapter Two
Like most mothers in this wild jet age, Donna Moore had a very unrealistic view of her son. At this moment he lay on the beach watching the Pacific roll in, his tanned muscles rippling with power. He knew a number of girls were watching him, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He was stoned on grass, on Columbian Gold that had cost him almost a hundred bucks an ounce. And his eyes never left his sister beside him.
They looked like twins in a sense, Jenny with her long shimmering golden hair and wide blue eyes, Dan with his shock of sun bleached hair and hot, eager blue eyes.
"How about it, Sis?" he urged. "It's a perfect spot for privacy, only a mile away. Perfect for skinny dipping. Come on, honey."
She laughed and stretched, her sleek curves plump and luscious against her skin tight bathing suit. She was too modest to wear a bikini, but it would be gilding the lily anyway. She was classic California, blonde, blue-eyed, a child of the sun and sea.
And more than anything in the world Dan desperately wanted to fuck his sister. He'd toyed with the idea for months now, working carefully up to this moment, leading her on with affectionate, playful hugs and brotherly kisses, but always with the hot undercurrent of explosive sex. She had to know, he thought furiously, no one could be that square. She was teasing him, Goddammit, the way she teased her dates.
There were three solid reasons Dan wanted to screw his sister, in spite of the fact he practically had his pick of girls in the clannish little town. The first was because Jenny was blossoming into a knockout, a sultry, high breasted, long legged, juicy assed, prick teasing knockout. In two years, more or less, she would be a fantastic piece, tall and filled with lush promise, easily the best looking chick in town.
The second reason was that he was certain Jenny was still a cherry. He didn't ask her, of course, but he sensed it. Jenny petted and necked, but she drew the line with a firm finger. And Dan wanted to be the first. Hell, he always wanted to be the first, in screwing, in football, in baseball, in school. He wanted his sister's hot cherry before some clumsy asshole guy got it from her in a moment of weakness or sudden lust. He wanted Jenny's pussy blood on his long cook so badly he lay awake at night, gritting his teeth when he thought about it.
For years he'd watched her grow up, a furtive sort of observation at first, seeing, her suddenly ripen from a gawky, skinny little blonde into a gorgeous hunk. She wasn't quite there yet, but the outcome was inevitable.
And the third and most compelling reason was that Jenny was his little sister. They'd played and wrestled and fought and cried together when they were brats, and he felt closer to her than anyone in the world. She was his, Goddammit, she belonged to him, lovely ripening tits, juicy ass, tight little cunt and all. She filled him with erotic dreams at night, gorging his huge young prick with savage lust, a relentless pounding ache in his loins that never really left him for the past six months.
Jenny flashed him her familiar teasing, fuck you smile, the sultry, knowing grin that was calculated to drive boys up the wall.
"Brothers and sisters don't skinny dip, Danny. What would Mom say?"
"She won't know," he said quickly. "Come on, baby, we'll smoke a little grass, swim a little, drink up our own private sun. Get with it, Sis."
She watched him through narrowed eyes. "Danny," she said softly, "cut it out once and for all. I know what you want. The answer is hell no. You're my brother, remember?"
She suddenly stood up, agitated. "Take me home."
"Hell, it's still early, Sis..."
"Home or I hitchhike."
Danny bit his lip, fury seething in his blood. He took a deep breath and slowly got up. Okay. The idea had been playing around in his mind for weeks now, and it was dangerous as hell, but he simply couldn't control himself. He was obsessed with getting Jenny's cherry. If it couldn't be trough charm and persuasion, then she'd closed out his options.
"Home it is, Sis," he grinned at her. "Anyone ever tell you you're a mind reader?"
They began walking in the hot sand, dozens of eyes watching both of them hungrily. Danny and Jenny, the sunshine twins, the heady promise of pure California living, tanned, healthy, sexy as hell. There were speculations that Danny might be screwing his sister -- with those fantastic tits and lushly curved ass -- but no one really took that seriously. Danny wasn't that kind of guy, and even if he was, Jenny was too clean, too pure and wholesome to ever let that happen.
"Don't ever bring that subject up again, Dan, I mean it," she said in a low ominous voice. "It's a sick idea."
"Well, what the hell," he grinned broadly, "you can't blame a guy for trying, Jenny. Not with that cute ass."
She shot him a dirty look and they both climbed into his van. The back was converted to a camper, with a foldout bed and a refrigerator. Dan got a beer out of the cooler before starting the engine. He popped it open, took a long swig and braced it between his knees as the van took off in a cloud of sand dust. Rape was a four letter word, that's all. He wanted his sister's juicy flesh and he'd already calculated the risk, knew what Jenny would do. She'd cry and maybe scream and certainly struggle like a wildcat, but he'd get into that hot little cunt one way or another.
And then she wouldn't talk to him for a month or two, sullen and angry around him. But she wouldn't dare tell their mother or father, because that would upset the family harmony and Jenny was much too kind and thoughtful to upset her parents. So she would sulk for a month or two, so what?
Dan had it all figured out to a precise mathematical equation.
But it didn't happen the way he expected at all. He didn't really know Jenny, but he would before the afternoon was over. Life, he would later reflect in a rare poetic moment, was full of shit and roses and some incredible ass and you never knew what you were going to get, shit, roses or ass, until you grabbed a big fistful and sniffed it.
"Gotta pull over a minute and check something," Dan told her as he pulled onto a secluded side road. She kept silent until he pulled into a grove and suddenly turned off the engine.
"Danny, what in the hell do you think you're doing?" she said in a shrill angry voice.
He took a huge gulp of beer and crunched the empty can brutally in his fist, tossing it on the floor. He turned to his lush sister.
"You're going to hate me for this, Sis," he told her in a low voice. "But I can't fuck it any more. Can't sleep thinking about your gorgeous ass, can't eat, can't even get it up for other girls any more..."
"No, no, NO!" she screamed, seeing the wild look in his eyes. She grabbed the door handle but before she could jerk it her brother seized her in his brawny arms. He half-carried, half-dragged her into the rear, ignoring her cries and pummeling fists on his bare chest, his prick almost bursting his tight bathing suit.
"NO! DANNY, DON'T DO IT! OH GOD, STOP -- I-I'M A VIRGIN, DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? A VIRGIN! PLEASE, PLEEEEEEZ!"
If anything could have sparked his urgent lust to an irresistible force, it was her confession she was still a cherry. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she tried desperately to wrench free as he ripped off her top in one savage jerk. Quickly, her bottom followed. Jenny screamed as her brother wrestled her down on the mattress in back, one powerful arm pinning her as his other hand rolled his bathing suit down.
His prick leaped forth, immense and crimson with blood above his huge balls. The virgin's naked body was covered with sweat as she struggled in a frenzy.
"NO -- PLEASE, DAN -- I'LL-I'LL GO DOWN ON YOU -- UNNNNNNGH! -- ANYTHING, ANYTHING DON'T TAKE MY CHERRY, OH GOD PLEASE DON'T -- AAAAGH! -- TAKE MY CHERRRRRY!"
He pried her tawny legs apart with one knee, and gasping with lust and exertion, Dan groped with his swollen dick head. He brushed her hot cunt lips and Jenny began clawing his shoulders in a final furious struggle, hot nails drawing blood. Then his glowing knob managed to slip in and he quickly followed with the rest of his immense prick, in one massive thrust.
Instantly Jenny arched her back and quivered like a bowstring. Her lips moved but made no sound. Her eyes widened in shock and pain. The hot brutal mass throbbing in her tight cunt sent waves of intense pain ripping through her loins, filling her eyes with tears.
At last Jenny's breath came back in a low scream. Her wild struggles grew fainter when she realized it was over. She'd lost her precious cherry, ferociously guarded through so many back seat battles with panting boys and brawny football players. All her life she'd secretly dreamed of an exquisite white gowned wedding, the pristine white shouting to the world that she'd saved her sacred virginity for her husband, and she would surrender it to him on her wedding night with soft cries of passion.
Instead, she'd lost it to her brawling, dope crazed brother in a violent rape in the rear of his beer can littered van. She'd lost her dream along with her cherry, and as his searing meat pierced deeper with each savage lunge, Jenny's cries grew louder.
"YOU-YOU SONOFABITCH! OH DAN YOU DIRTY BASTARD, YOU TOOK -- OOOOOOOO HURTS! -- YOU TOOK MY VIRGINITY! OWWWWWW!"
"Couldn't -- aaaaaah! -- help it, Sis -- oh, shit, honey your cunt -- YOUR LOVING HOT CUNT! -- UMMMMM, YEAH!"
It was far tighter and juicier than Dan expected, hot and squirming with involuntary excitement beneath his driving prick, the slippery walls stretching to accommodate his massive rod. The blonde had stopped ripping his back up with her nails now and sobbed and shuddered beneath his excited fucking strokes. Her silky sweating tits dug into his chest and her plump ass wriggled in his fingers.
Then it happened.
Jenny would never know the precise moment it happened. She only knew that one moment she was crying with grief and rage, and the next instant the bolts of pain tearing through her ravaged pussy abruptly became hot ripples of incredible excitement and ecstasy.
At first she stiffened in shock at her own reaction. Then she began swinging her ass in perfect rhythm to his powerful fucking strokes, gasping as his plunging meat pounded deep into her thrilled cunt.
"OH DAN! IT... IT FEELS GOOD! OOOOOOOO! IT'S W-WILD, I LIKE IT! -- YES, I -- UNNNNNNNNNF! -- I LOVE IT! DAN, BROTHER DARLING, I-I LIKE TO FUCK! I LOVVVVVE TO FUCK! OH LORD IT'S -- AAAAAAH! IT'S B-BEAUTIFUL! -- FUCK ME, DAN, OH FUCKKKKK MEEEEE!"
Panting eagerly now, Jenny locked her ankles around her brother's and began kissing him passionately, snaking her hot tongue in his mouth, feverish moans coming from her throat. Her hands gripped his muscled buttocks and squeezed fiercely and she began biting him on the lips as her first [missing text].
"I-I -- I THINK I'M -- COMMMMMMING! A shattering orgasm began to erupt in her virgin loins. AAAAAH! EEEEEEEEE! I LOVE FUCKING, DANNY, OH DANNY, DANNY, YOUR HOT COCK, OOOOOOOF! DEEPER, DARLING, OHHHHHH! GOD YES! YESSSS!"
Dan would have shot off in her tight, fiery slit by now if he hadn't been so startled by her sudden switch. Jesus Christ, she was turned on! His square, goodie-goodie little cute assed sister was suddenly a wildcat at sex, kissing and biting him in a frenzy, clawing his back and ass, thrashing her juicy cunt on his prick with maddened delight.
A second climax, hotter and more intense than her first tore through Jenny's drenched pussy, and she shuddered from her tawny toes to her golden scalp, screaming with joy.
"Oh shit, Sis, gonna -- AAAAAAH -- GONNA COME, HONEY! CUNT'S TOO GOOD, TOO WILD, TOOOOO MUCCCCCHHH! IMMMMM!"
"YES, YESSSSS, SHOOT IT IN ME, GIMME YOUR COME, OOOO! DANNY, DANNY, IT'SAAAARGH! IT'S HEAVEN, HONEY! I'M IN-IN FUCKING HEAVEN! OOOOOOOOOOOF! AAAH! OH, OH, OH!"
They came together, the muscled blonde boy ejaculating in great thick spurts of cream, his sister sucking her thrilled pussy madly on his bursting prick. The hot jism stung her walls, tickling and tingling and driving her into a fever of obscene happiness.
Dan collapsed on her but still Jenny squirmed lewd spasms on his soft rod with her blazing cunt. She was sobbing steadily now, showering grateful kisses on him, rubbing his naked muscled body eagerly.
"Loved it, loved it, brother! Ooooooh, Danny, why didn't you tell me what I was missing? Oh, I wanna do it again, I wanna do it all day and all night! Oh your hot cock, Danny, now I know!"
"Know what?" he panted, feeling her silken flesh tremble with her newly awakened lust beneath him.
"What the girls say is true... That you're hung like a bull and you fuck like a mink!"
He stared down at his little sister, baffled. Christ, what a switch! Her eyes were gazed with passion and she kept hugging her soaked pussy lasciviously on his rising meat. He thought he'd figured her reaction perfectly, but this perplexed the hell out of him. The thought flashed in his mind that Jenny might be a nympho and her first fuck had unleashed her hidden potential. But all the nymphos he knew were dogs or near dogs, fucking anyone and everyone mainly for the sake of popularity in school. Jenny was a knockout. He concluded that there had to be beautiful nymphos as well as beastly ones.
Or maybe Jenny wasn't a nympho but simply turned on to him, because he was her brother. And of course because, of what the other girls he'd laid had told her about his prowess.
"More," Jenny whispered, flexing her hot slit on his nearly erect prick. "Fuck me more, brother! Oooo, it feels so GOOD! Let's do it a different way this time, okay?"
"Let's smoke a joint first," Danny said. He slipped his dick out of her pussy and she gave a soft yelp of protest. He opened a beer and lit the grass, and Jenny immediately held out her hand, which baffled him even more. Jenny rarely ever drank anything and didn't smoke grass. Until now. For that matter, she'd never fucked before either until now. He studied his little sister curiously. She inhaled deeply, coughed, and inhaled some more before handing the joint back to him.
Dan smoked it in silence, observing the way his luscious sister kept her ass in constant obscene motion, weaving and jerking it in a lewd invitation. Her eyes kept running over his muscled body, blazing on his thick long rod, while her fingers played with her golden budding tits. What the hell, was this his little sister? They said girls took after their mothers. Well hell, his Mom was as straight as you could get...
Jenny suddenly crouched between her brother's thighs and lifted his throbbing prick in her eager fingers. She darted out her pink tongue and began licking and kissing it with hungry moans, exploring every inch of her brother's enormous rod with deep curiosity.
The girl herself couldn't explain her violent shift of passion. Jenny only knew she felt totally different once her brother's dick had pierced her cherry, as though the searing contact had triggered an explosion deep in her loins. She felt in a matter of seconds that she'd played a role all her life, pretending to be the sweet, shining eyed virgin of every man's dreams, the wholesome, utterly pure essence of the Perfect American Girl.
But once her brother's immense prick burst her cherry, her bubble of holy illusion burst with it. The feel of his powerful throbbing rod plunging fiercely into her ruptured pussy, the savage mass of hot meat pounding relentlessly into her thrilled cunt sent shock waves of excitement and ecstasy racing through her blood in a way she never dreamed.
Jenny felt at that moment that she was born to fuck with every inch of her golden ripe flesh, that she was destined for an entire lifetime of mad sucking and fucking and violent thrills, and that up to that shattering moment every day of her life was an act, a put on.
Within the lovely, innocent virgin, as in every girl, was the seed of raw, hot nymphomania. Only the perfect timing and action could sprout that sleeping seed, and Jenny's moment had come at the precise ripe junction. Had her rapist been anyone but her own handsome, tremendously hung brother, had his timing been ten minutes or ten weeks off, had it been any other place the seed would have lain dormant, sleeping quietly throughout her life.
Jenny was blowing her brother hungrily now, whimpers of delight coming from her throat as she flicked her tongue across his giant knob and felt his prick quiver furiously in response. She jerked the trunk of his hot meat rapidly in her fist, her other fingers playing with his huge balls. She desperately yearned for his boiling jism on her mouth, wondering in her innocence if her lips and tongue could come like her eager pussy when the hot cream spattered.
Dan groaned as Jenny sucked and whipped and churned her searing lips and tongue on his cock, shooting wild thrills through his meat. He hugged her blonde head in his hands and started swinging his hips, battering her throat.
"Hot-damn, Sis! What a loving mouth! WHAT A BLOWJOB! SHIT, HONEY, THAT'S -- NNNNNNNF! -- THAT'S GOOD, BABY! OOOOOO! OH SIS YOU'RE DRIVING ME -- AAAAAAGH! -- CRAZY, LOVE IT!"
And he thought her pussy was tight and luscious! He'd had his share of thrilling blowjobs from girls, a few of them experienced enough to qualify as whores -- he was a star on the school football team and they had their groupies, ready to go down or put out on a split second's notice -- but none of them could match Jenny for sheer eagerness or obscene thrills. She was a born cocksucker, lavishing a fantastic blowjob on him, kissing, sucking, gently biting, teasing, working his mammoth rod over with furious lust.
Dan tugged at her arm. "Keep sucking -- MMMMMM! -- but swing your ass over, Sis! SWING YOUR ASS OVER, DAMMIT, I WANT TO EAT WHEEEEEWWW! EAT YOUR PUSSY, SIXTY-NINE, GIMME YOUR HOT CUNT, HONEY -- OOOOOOF! CHRIST. WHAT LIPS!"
Jenny quickly swung her naked body over in reverse on the mattress, putting a folded knee on each side of his ribs. He grabbed his little sister's plump ass and tugged down eagerly. Before he even managed to crush her juicy slit to his mouth some of her pussy nectar dripped on his lips, sweet and boiling with passion. His nose was pressed to her hot, tawny ass crack as he started lapping her cunt.
And Jenny went crazy.
If losing her tight cherry to her brother's huge dick had fired her lust, having her pussy eaten by him turned the blaze in her loins into a raging holocaust. She screamed with joy in her throat and shuddered her cunt in furious, thrilling spasms to his tongue. Intense ripples of ecstasy spread outward from her maddeningly excited cunt, racing to the tips of her swollen tits down to the soles of her feet, turning her into a raw, quivering mass of lust.
Dan had eaten a few girls' pussies before but didn't particularly relish it, since he never knew until the last second whether he was going to get a fragrant, steaming valley or a smelly uninspiring ravine. But with hot little Jenny he dug his lips and tongue into her juicy crack with ravenous delight, the honey trickling into his mouth sweet and fiery.
Brother and sister rocked in a frenzy of depraved bliss, sixty-nining with delirious excitement for a full fifteen minutes. Jenny sucked his huge cock with frantic hunger, jerking it lustfully in her fist while Dan devoured her succulent cunt with raw greed, Al's fingers groping her plump sweating ass and racing to her hot silky tits, exploring Jenny's hot flesh with soaring excitement.
They came together, the blonde boy shooting great torrents of cream into his sister's hotly sucking mouth. Gulping his jism rapidly, Jenny slammed her dripping cunt to his lips with lewd strokes as his tongue whipped her hot pink flesh feverishly, Dan's groans mingling with Jenny's soft screams as they both thrashed with excitement.
He had to forcibly push her lust crazed pussy away from his mouth, then her lips away from his rod. The two of them lay there panting for breath, both dazed at the swift flay of the encounter.
"Oh Lord," Jenny sighed, licking her lips for stray jism, "I never dreamed having my pussy eaten would feel like that! Why didn't you do that to me first, brother? I would have raped you!"
"Really turned you on, huh?" Dan grinned. Already his cunning mind was examining possibilities. If she loved having her pussy sucked, she'd love to do it, too, which opened the way to a triangle. If he handled it right.
Jenny crawled on top of him, burrowing her hot tits into his chest and hugging her moist cunt to his soft rod. She began biting his lips feverishly as she whispered: "Love your hot prick, Danny -- mmm! -- want it all day and all night! Want to -- aaaah! -- suck and fuck with you tonight, when everyone's asleep at the house. I'll -- oooooh! -- slip into your room and kiss your big beautiful dick and you'll -- ummmmm! -- eat my hot pussy and we'll do it until the run rises, okay?"
Dan stared at her wild blue eyes, wondering if she had an off-switch. There was a new gleam in her madly shining eyes, a light of such ferocious hunger it sent prickles of alarm racing through his blood. Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, he thought, only her magic potion was his prick.
"Listen, Sis, you know that cute girlfriend of yours, the redhead with the gorgeous tits?"
"Who, Ann? What about her?"
Dan stroked her hot naked ass and Jenny shivered with eagerness. "I was thinking," he continued carefully, "suppose you and I and Ann got together some night for beer and grass, you know? A little private party.."
She stared down at him, baffled for a minute and then she burst out laughing.
"You sly bastard, you! You want to screw us both, you greedy slit! Of all the sneaky, lecherous ideas."
"But I think you'd like it too, Sis. It's fun to eat pussy, you know? And watching the two of you together." His rod stiffened at the thought and his sister immediately grasped it in her fingers and began stroking his meat hungrily, her tits panting with impatience.
"I might just dig it," Jenny whispered, aroused at the idea. Ann had the lush body of a woman, ripely curved and sexy. An idea that would have appalled and shocked her horribly only thirty minutes before now sent tingles of fierce, eerie excitement through her flesh. If jt felt so wild and thrilling to suck Danny's cock what would it be like to dig her lips and tongue into a girl's cunt, especially a beautiful girl like Ann? Or better yet, fingerfuck the redhead while she sucked passionately on her lush tits?
Jenny was violently aroused at the prospect, her sudden lust sparked as much by waves of guilt and shame over such a depraved, forbidden act as by Ann's luscious tits and creamy skin. Just the other day they'd showered at the same time in the school gym. And while Jenny secretly envied her sensuous ripeness, the redhead envied Jenny's golden sexiness, each wanting what the other had, with typical adolescent fickleness. The envy was innocent then.
"No go," Jenny told her brother, sighing. "I mean, I'd love to, Danny, but you don't know Ann. She's holier than I was. She's saving it for marriage. Christ, she doesn't even neck! I'll bet she doesn't fingerfuck herself, either."
"But you can turn her on," Dan encouraged Jenny, stroking her plump hot ass in his fingers and wondering if he could get away with raping her gorgeous ass. "You're sharp, honey. I mean she'd expect a guy to try and make her, but not her best friend, you. You can do it, Sis."
The challenge stirred in the blond.. Why not? After all, she'd been holier-than-thou until her first shattering orgasm, hadn't she? Once Ann discovered how fantastically exciting it was to have her little pussy eaten, she'd beg for an encore. In her mind's eye, Jenny was already sucking on the redhead's creamy hot tits while she darted her fingers in and out of Ann's cherry. The challenge was fierce now, spurred by Ann's virginity. Now that Jenny had lost her cherry, why not take the redhead's, suck and fuck her juicy slit in a wanton frenzy of conquest?
"I'll do it!" she told her brother, moaning as she rubbed his massive dick head to her trembling cunt lips. "I'll do it, Danny, but I get her cherry before you do, dammit!"
"Yeah, sure," he said, his attention now on his little sister's silken naked ass. "Get on your belly with your knees under you, Sis."
Feverishly, Jenny hurried to obey, her loins throbbing with urgency. God, she loved sex! If she'd had the faintest idea what she'd been missing all these years, she would have screwed Danny when she was nine or ten.
Her brother mounted her from behind, kneeling between her thighs. He slipped his knob inside her searing slit and Jenny whimpered and shuddered with passion. But Dan was staring at her tiny puckered asshole, pink and virginal like her cunt, helpless and tender between her tawny cheeks. She'd scream her lungs out at first but he had her so turned on by now she'd probably dig this, too. It wasn't just her sexy, gorgeous ass that drove Dan to rape her there, although it was enough to give anyone a hard-on. He'd already gotten two of his little sister's cherries -- her hot mouth and eager pussy -- and he wasn't about to pass this one up.
"Now -- just hang on a minute, Sis -- mmmmmmmm, just wait now, till I..."
"Dan, shove it back in my cunt! GIMME BACK YOUR BIG PRICK, DAMN YOU what are you? -- Dan? -- Dan! YOU'RE OH! OH! OOOOOOO! AAAAAARGH! EEEEEEE!"
He'd slipped his massive rod out of her juicy slit once it was soaked with her cunt honey and then he'd placed the huge knob squarely against her tiny asshole. In one savage thrust he'd pierced her tunnel, and instantly her boiling, slippery asshole was on fire with agony, with blood curdling pain.
Jenny fought desperately for breath, pounding the mattress beneath her with her fists, tears of rage and anguish streaming from her eyes. The filthy bastard! Of all the rotten, perverted tricks! Her ass felt as if it had been ripped trough with a blazing thick poker, pierced by a gigantic burning battering ram. But if she moved even an inch the pain became unbearable. Jenny held her breath and sobbed while her groaning brother began stroking his gorged prick deep and furiously into her steaming bowels.
"Sorry Sis -- ummmmmmm! -- shit, that's A JUICY ASS! WOW, SIS! -- COULDN'T HELP IT, -- UNNNNNNNNG! -- HOT AND TIGHT, SIS, OH SHIT, THAT'S -- AAAAAAH -- LUSCIOUS HOT ASS, BABY!"
Dan reared back his head and clenched his jaw as he fucked her tight, fiery ass in powerful lunges. Her boiling tunnel quivered and throbbed on his meat, sending violent thrills along his plunging rod.
"B-BASTARD!" Jenny finally managed to gasp. "H-H-HURTS! KILLING MEEEEEE! OOOOOO, DANNY, NO, YOU'RE SO UNNNNNNNG! SO FUCKING BIGGGG! AAAARGH!"
In a fever of agony, Jenny dipped a finger down to her trembling pussy and began stroking it deep, praying it would take her mind off the white hot pain. Not only did that succeed, but the sharp sudden thrills in her cunt began to curiously fuse with the ripping mass of fire in her buttocks.
In less than a minute, the blonde could barely distinguish between the ecstasy in her throbbing pussy and the fierce torture in her savagely impaled ass. She was suddenly hot, hotter than she'd ever been in her life, swinging and thrashing her sweating ass deliriously on his brutal prick, fingerfucking herself with frantic excitement.
"YESSS! OH DAN -- EEEEEEE! -- YESSSSS, FUCK ME, FUCK MY ASS, BROTHER -- OOOOOOOOH! HURTS GOOOOOOOD! AH! OH! UM! BIG PRICK TEARING ME UP! LIKE IT, AHHHHHH! LOVE IT! FUCK MY ASS, DARLING -- UNNNNNNNNG! SHOOT IT DEEP, GIMME YOUR HOT COME! NOW, NOW, NOWWWWWW!"
Her squirming, fiery bowels churning feverishly on his huge rod, Dan couldn't have held back, his load at gunpoint. He clutched her madly bouncing ass and began to spurt his load in violent torrents, stinging and boiling deep in her shuddering ass, bringing wild screams from her throat.
"OOOOOO! AH! I'M -- UNNNF! -- COMING TOO, DANNY! HOT JISM SO GOOD BIG PRICK IN MY ASS SO WIIIIIIILD! -- YESSSS, LOVE IT, HONEY, EEEEEEEEE! COMING TOO!"
Her burning asshole sucked fiercely at his bursting rod, draining every thick drop of his come. Even then Jenny refused to release his limp rod, her thrilled tunnel clamping obscenely, her deep moans filling the camper.
After Dan slipped his dick out, his little sister kept undulating her ass in a plea for more. Her golden tits heaved with her lingering climax for another few minutes before Jenny rolled over on her back, sighing lustfully.
"It hurt," she whimpered. "But I dug it too. Even though my ass feels like raw liver now."
They smoked one more reefer, then slipped their baffling suits on and headed for home. Jenny toyed with his cock all the way back, lewd fingers stroking, groping, caressing, her newly fired glands humming deliriously in her body.
"I want to do it in the shower next," she said suddenly. "I want to do it everywhere, brother."
"Better cool it, Sis, until the folks aren't home or are sleeping." Jesus, from the contorted look of raw hunger on her smooth face, Danny began to wonder if he hadn't overdone it. From a sweet little virgin into a wild eyed, insatiable swinger in a singe hour. They said the bigger the saint the bigger the sinner. She'd flung her coy, wholesome act to the winds and was seething with hot, driving lust now, her face flushed and her eyes glazed, her beautiful tits still panting with torrid excitement, her fingers rubbing her moist inner thighs in a small frenzy.
"Listen," she said suddenly. "Let's go to the drive-in tonight. Bring plenty of beer and grass. We're going to have a guest, brother. And when we get there I want you to go find some of your buddies to talk to for an hour or twos. By the time you get back, I'll have a pussy so hot for you it'll be smoking."
He looked at her, startled. She was charged with sex-electricity, chafing at the bit like a racehorse. Could he recoup from all the sudden frenzied fucking by tonight so he could enjoy a wangle to the hilt? Hell, yes, if it was the redhead. Jenny confirmed it would be.
Dinner at the Moore house that night seemed perfectly normal on the surface. John Moore ate silently and methodically. His wife Donna seemed absorbed with some inner secret excitement, her eyes glowing curiously on her handsome son and lovely daughter. Dan and Jenny kept up a running innocent conversation as they usually did, brother and sister wholesome bantering. Beneath the table, Jenny's leg brushed and rubbed and played with her brother's lasciviously while her blood sang with rising excitement.
Dan and Jenny casually announced they were going to the drive-in that night, along with Jenny's friend Ann.
John Moore announced, wearily, that he had to attend a sales meeting at the auto agency where he was manager and probably wouldn't be home until midnight.
That left Donna alone in the house. She also mentioned casually that she might have guests, a couple named Langley. She hadn't called Georgia Langley yet about her mis-delivered package, but since she'd be alone and hotly aroused tonight, she would settle her profound curiosity about the woman once and for all, and about her husband -- if he knew about his wife's bizarre tastes in erotica.
She fervently wished either her rugged son or luscious young daughter would stay home tonight, but she knew she didn't quite have the nerve needed for that sort of action just yet. The children were so lovely and innocent she wondered if she'd ever have the nerve. The idea of corrupting her own wholesome children stung her with deep shame. And irresistible lust.
After dinner, Dan and Jenny left immediately. John Moore kissed his wife an affectionate goodbye. Donna Moore, her heart racing with wild excitement, reached for the phone.
Georgia Langley's voice was young and sultry. "Yes?"
"My name is Mrs. Moore, Mrs. Langley. You don't know me, but I've got something of yours. A package. From Secret Fashions in Hollywood."
"Oh yes," the voice said, perfectly casual. "Mail mix-up, I'm sure. It's an evening dress I ordered weeks ago. Why don't you just give it to the mailman in the morning, Mrs. Moore? He'll see that I get it."
Donna took a deep breath, her pussy throbbing passionately, her mind whirling with intense curiosity about the face and body that matched that compelling voice. "I'm afraid I've already opened the package, Mrs. Langley. By mistake, of course. And I... tried your evening gown on. I found it fascinating, Mrs. Langley. Absolutely fascinating."
A very long pause. Then, a throaty amused laugh. "I wonder, Mrs. Moore, if I've found a kindred soul in this hick town? Suppose I pick my package up tonight? No one else knows about my... evening dress, do they?"
"Of course not," Donna assured her. "I think I ought to bring it by your place instead." Their place would be safer. "Will you and your husband be home tonight?"
"For you, of course. I'm dying to meet you, Mrs. Moore. We must be the same size, for one thing." Her voice grew lower, huskier. "If my underthings fit you, you must have a hell of a figure, Mrs. Moore. Are you stacked? Big breasts, long legs, well-developed buttocks?"
Donna felt a thrill, of lewd excitement. Christ, she was being propositioned on the phone! "I think I'm stacked enough, Mrs. Langley. How about eight o'clock?"
"We'll be ready, Mrs. Moore. And feel free to wear anything in the package. I can't wait to meet you."
"The feeling is mutual," Donna told her, and hung up the phone with trembling fingers. Like an obscene blind date, she thought as she rushed to dress. She suddenly felt twenty years younger, Jenny's age, madly excited about a wild forthcoming party.
Only this promised to be an orgy, not a party. And it would be so wild and shattering, the fiercely aroused housewife wouldn't forget it as long as she lived...
Especially the vicious whip and the gigantic, nerve racking prick.
Chapter Three
Georgia and Al Langley were not particularly friendly with their neighbors and for this reason were considered strange and "stuck up" by all of them. They were city bred, and did not conceal the fact that they found life in a small town a crashing bore. The handsome young couple in their mid-twenties had been transferred from the swinging, open atmosphere of San Francisco to this peaceful, screamingly dull place by Al's company, a computer manufacturer.
Because the transfer meant a promotion and a healthy raise in pay, Al didn't protest too much.
They stayed mostly to themselves during the week and spent every weekend in either San Francisco or Los Angeles, seeking out their own. Their own in this case signified other healthy, open minded young couples -- and single attractive girls -- who liked to exchange bodies and strike out in new sexual directions.
In a word, they were swappers.
But the Langleys were more adventurous than most. Anyone could swap sex partners for an evening of freewheeling fucking, but how many swingers could devise intricate, bizarre sex games and program their partners like a computer? Al was a computer programmer and the infinite number of possible sensations in the human nervous system fascinated him. You could, he discovered after experimenting on live victims like frustrated housewives and overeager secretaries, push their buttons to get almost any desired reaction in seconds. The reactions ranged from horrifying shock to unendurable torment to maddening bliss to insatiable greed, with hundreds of minor variations.
Al gradually found that the most effective method for programming lust in people was pure fear. The pain/pleasure principle was hardly new, but by stressing terror enough, he discovered that the subsequent relief from terror was practically ecstasy in itself. By balancing pain with pleasure in the proper amounts, he could program almost anyone like a dumb animal, regardless of their so called intelligence. Pushing people's buttons had almost nothing to do with brains, but everything to do with emotions. It was his personal observation that most geniuses couldn't lead a dying horse to water, while certain dimwits could make out in ten minutes flat with a complete stranger by instilling the proper emotions in their chosen victims. Not that they did it consciously, of course, but instinctively, prodded by raw desire and primitive cunning.
Fear of punishment and hope for reward was the whole key. Pain, pleasure, torture, thrill, punish, reward -- the whole assault of dizzying emotions was fantastically simple. He proceeded to test his theory, with the enthusiastic aid of his pretty, hotly oversexed wife, on a number of unsuspecting guinea pigs, mainly swapping housewives and passionate singles. His theory was an overwhelming success.
He could reduce a normally healthy female with a normal sex drive into a frigid, terrified blob of flesh in twenty minutes, if I so chose. But he could also turn a healthy, passionate female into a frenzied nymphomaniac, craving sex like a drug, in less than an hour. He could train innocent girls and women very rapidly to hunger for any specific sex act or deviation. He had a "Fuck me in the mouth," and "Oh God hurry!" button he could push with ease after a brief training session, along with a "Please fuck me in the ass now!", "Spank me, whip me hurt me fast!" response, a "Fuck me until I faint or die but just FUCK ME!", "Suck me fuck me rape me... do what ever you want with me ANYTHING!" button, among others.
These buttons were emotional reactions which could be triggered by gesture or word, signals of threatened punishment or promised reward. Al Langley felt he was a pioneer, an unsung genius in the rarified sphere of Sexual Programming, and someday the ignorant world would appreciate him and heap laurels on him, along with Einstein and Newton and other scientific greats. Until then, he and his adoring wife continued to experiment with all the zeal of dedicated scientists. His wife, Al knew, wasn't exactly an intellectual giant herself, but he'd programmed her the very first week he'd met her so that he could merely snap his fingers and she'd rush to either blow him or submit to any whim, or best of all, rush out to pick up a young innocent girl for him. And if she was a little dim on the brain, it did not affect her stunning sexiness, or her conviction that he was a genius.
With a little training, Al had turned his wife into a feverish switch hitter, although she dug only men when she'd met him. Actually, she was far from dumb, but to Al anyone who wasn't into programming computers or people was a moron. They were all out there, waiting to be manipulated like puppets, already having their strings pulled by their employers, the government, the Internal Revenue Service, their husbands and wives and children, and just about anyone who knew the real score. All you had to do was push the right button and zap! Pussies opened wide and eager, cocks rose, loins exploded, hearts beat with fear and raging excitement, and lives were magically changed, destinies altered forever.
Al knew he had a power complex, a lust for pushing buttons and controlling everyone and everything, but it didn't bother him. What did bother him was the cause of his furious complex. He knew that the overall average length for a hard-on was precisely five and seven-eights inches, not a fraction more or less, regardless of individual quirks. He'd gotten the information straight from the most advanced computer, so he knew it had to be correct.
Al's cock was only five and one-eighths inch erect, and this bothered him profoundly. He was exactly three-quarters of an inch short with his hard-on. And while his brain was frighteningly forceful, his prick wasn't even normal, and this filthy injustice inflicted upon him by cruel Nature tormented him constantly.
No matter how many times his sultry wife told him his cock was "cute" -- a word he loathed, because cute always meant there was a serious defect hidden somewhere, and cute was meant to be a saving grace -- he was convinced he was inferior to other men. To prove his superiority, he began programming girls and women to adore his cock above all others, to suck it and crave it and tenderly love it above all others. He didn't always succeed -- his early experiments occasionally backfired, and one girl who'd gone over the rim of sanity because of a too savage whipping chased him furiously around the bedroom with a butcher knife, trying to extend the three-quarter inch shortage of meat to at least three additional inches -- but Al succeeded often enough to feel better about his meat shortage. Not good, but better.
On the surface Al looked normal enough, plain faced, lean bodied, and wearing a constant excuse me smile, which effectively hid his deep rage. People often wondered why a fantastically sexy number like his wife married him. The answer lay in programming, of course. She was a good assistant in his research, a remarkably hot, delicious fuck, a social asset because of her good looks, and even a passable cook. In rare moments of gratitude, Al rewarded her by filling her cunt with vanilla ice cream and licking it out. Even this was calculated for pain/pleasure. It felt so horrible to her when he jammed the freezing ice cream in with a spoon, that it felt twice as good when he lapped it out.
Al tried a number of techniques for lengthening his deficient cock. He'd read that a certain tribe in Africa had remarkable success in developing truly monstrous pricks by attaching weights to their cocks for long periods of time. Unfortunately, it had to be done when you were a child, when your cock was still spongy and growing. Nevertheless, he strung a lead sinker on his cock and wore it twenty-four hours a day, increasing the weight of the sinkers week by week. He was tremendously excited over the potential results at first, convinced he'd end up with a fishing pole if nothing else.
But after a month and a successful gain of only one-eighth of an inch, he found to his horror he couldn't get a hard-on any more. A specialist advised him he was not only getting a very sore cock out of his experiment, but he ran the risk of impairing the normal circulation so badly he might never get it up again. Panicked, Al threw all his lead sinkers away and put a tiny sling on his rod to give it a rest. Two weeks later, the eighth-of-an-inch growth disappeared, but to his immense relief, he could get a hard-on again.
Next, the computer programmer invented a series of prick exercises. Any muscle was capable of growth through exercise. So why not his faulty pecker? Each night his wife would very gently stretch his meat. First, a back and forth motion, then a jiggling side to side motion, followed by a forceful up and down series of jerks, finishing with a rapid circular shimmying. In addition, she made his cock touch his asshole three times, his belly three times, striving to reach his belly button, each side of his groin six times, and then rubbed it between her huge warm tits for a refreshing massage.
He never failed to get a rousing hard-on from her hot fingers and lush tits and in the end it simply proved to be another fucking session, with no enduring results.
Al refused to give up. There had to be a way to stretch his cock to the normal five-and-seven-eighths inches, maybe beyond to a powerful six inches. A firm believer in mind over matter, he next tried sheer mental power. He lay quietly in bed with his eyes closed each night and vividly imagined his prick was growing. Not simply rising long and thick, but expanding to fantastic heights of splendor in his imagination. He saw it gradually fill the whole bedroom with red, pulsating power, then the entire house, mushrooming majestically to cram the city block, then the alarmed town, the terrified state, the awed and shocked country, the WHOLE FUCKING WORLD AND THEN THE ENDLESS SHATTERED UNIVERSE!
His mind, not used to such pranks, began to play tricks on him. He became obsessed with his imagined colossal prick, seeing it knock people over in public like bowling pins, watching lush girls stop in their tracks and scream softly with uncontrolled lust at his immense hard-on. He would sit in bars and strike up casual conversations with girls on the prowl, vividly imagining himself as a five-foot-ten-inch prick, bristling with power, a huge crimson knob where his head used to be. Come to me, he would silently command, his cock body throbbing irresistibly, touch me, stroke me, suck me, fuck me, you stupid bitch! They failed to get the message.
After two weeks of such unhealthy fantasy, he started to act like a prick, so that even his adoring wife began avoiding him. And his nightly measurements showed now growth. Reluctantly, he gave up his mind over matter program. He resigned himself to a lifetime of seething inferiority, of having a rod that failed to make the grade by a humiliating but whopping three-quarters of an inch.
On this warm summer evening, he listened in on his wife's telephone call from Mrs. Moore with deep interest. They'd decided on a firm rule not to screw around with anyone in this small, conservative town because of the obvious risks. These hicks couldn't possibly understand his theory of Advanced Sexual Programming, so why bother? But when a fish leaped right into their boat, not even baited, why not try it?
"Which button are you going to push tonight, Al?" Georgia asked excitedly as she dressed in her sexiest, a simple clinging black dress that displayed her ripe cleavage and proud tits and ass. She was black haired with enormous dark eyes and a pouty, sensuous mouth. She didn't regard herself as a swinger at all, but a profoundly dedicated scientist like her husband. She was convinced that someday Al would get the Nobel Prize and as his hard working assistant she would share it with him.
"I haven't decided yet," Al said thoughtfully. "But I might do a combo tonight. I'm in the mood."
Georgia's eyes shone with anticipation. Al could devise a combination just like a pizza, so that to get the desired sex response you had only to push one button instead of two.
"How about a 'Spank me whip me hurt me fast!' with a 'Suck me fuck me rape me suck me fuck me rape me do whatever you want with me ANYTHING!' combo, Al?"
"Maybe. Just perfume your hot pussy and be ready."
They had a pitcher of fresh martinis ready when Donna Moore showed up. Both of them were very pleasantly surprised. Donna had gone to great lengths to make herself sexy too, not cheap sexy but quiet sexy, just a hint of makeup and a simple white blouse and skirt that enhanced her voluptuous curves.
Georgia was just a little disappointed over Donna's age. She accurately guessed about thirty-nine, although the lush housewife could easily pass for thirty, but this minor drawback was more than compensated for by the woman's obvious sex appeal and her explosive eagerness. Besides, Georgia had always wanted a big sister to make it with and she could easily pretend the ravishing brunette was her sister.
Donna tried to control her nervousness but she betrayed it by almost spilling her drink. She was more than pleasantly surprised by the young couple, she was tremendously excited. They seemed infinitely sleek and glamorous to her country girl mind, and the idea of actually making it with another woman, especially a sensuous, long legged and hungry eyed creature like Georgia made her throat dry and her pussy ooze hotly.
For a few minutes they chatted casually about the merits and disadvantages of living in a small town, while Al and Georgia raked her plump curves over with their eyes. Then Georgia, self-confident with long experience, nestled close to Donna on the sofa, their hips brushing, the swinger's arm resting lightly around Donna's shoulder, her lustrous eyes melting on the housewife's.
It was turn on time, and Georgia decided to dispense with a slow buildup and move in for a quick attack. The brunette was so frustrated and fired up she was trembling, already turned on by the sexy lingerie and obscene items in the box. Georgia sensed at once Donna had never made it with a woman and she was deeply, lewdly curious about it.
"Are you wearing any of the underthings now, Donna?" she asked softly, licking her lips in a hot suggestion.
"Well, yes, I borrowed the blue bra and panties," she flushed. "I-I like the feel of them, soft and... cuddly."
Georgia's lips brushed the brunette's warm throat. "Show us," she whispered. "Don't be bashful, honey. Tell you what, Donna, I'll show you what I've got on underneath and then you show me, okay?"
The swinger classified this approach as the snoopy kid game. You show me your boobies and I'll show you mine. Then you show me your cute ass and I'll match you with mine. It worked with a certain type, especially frustrated housewives. The psychology was crude, but it worked, so what the hell?
Feverish with curiosity, Donna nodded. While Al watched from a chair across the sofa, his wife stood up and slowly, provocatively slipped off her dress. Her succulent tits almost spilled out of her flimsy pink bra, the plump tan nipples jutting out from tiny openings. Donna sucked in her breath as her eyes slid down over Georgia's silken belly and narrow waist to her lushly curved hips. A soft, curly tangle of dark pussy hairs peeped through the crotchless panties.
There were lewd designs embroidered on the bra and panties, miniature figures locked in passion. A few of them showed a triangle of two women and one man, one woman crouched down to eat another while the man knelt behind her with his massive dick halfway into her pussy.
"Your turn, Donna," Georgia coaxed softly, hefting her own hot tits in her fingers.
For a minute Donna was tempted to flee, to get the hell out of here without a backward glance. Christ, she was a respectable housewife! She'd always been faithful to her husband -- until this morning when that damned box showed up on her doorstep. Was it only this morning she'd feverishly gone down on the teen and then practically raped him? And now this bizarre scene, with a sultry hot eyed swinger weaving her hips obscenely in front of her while her husband watched with burning eyes..
Donna was about to blurt out that she simply couldn't go through with it, sorry, but it was all too weird for a simple country girl. Instantly, Georgia sensed her thoughts. The ripe breasted swinger moved quickly.
Panting, she knelt in front of the brunette and slid her hands beneath Donna's skirt, up along the hot flesh of her thighs, caressing lasciviously, cupping Donna's moist crotch in her palm and softly squeezing.
"Come on, sweetheart," Georgia whispered, her eyes blazing. She traced a fingertip along the brunette's soaked cunt lips and Donna moaned. "Come on, Donna," Georgia urged, "take it off honey. I'll give you the time of your life. I'll suck you off until you faint with joy, darling. Slip off your skirt now..."
Trembling with weakness, Donna unzipped her skirt and, still sitting, slipped it off. Then as Georgia ran her tongue tip teasingly over the hot flesh of her inner thighs, the fiercely aroused brunette took off her blouse.
"Oh that's a beautiful body, honey," the swinger purred, her lips tingling madly. Gently, she spread Donna's sleek thighs and watched her glistening pussy lips softly suck with lust. She brought her mouth close to Donna's hot cunt, filling her nostrils with her steaming fragrance. She pressed back on the housewife's soft belly to expose her throbbing clit bud.
Then Georgia darted out her long pink tongue and ran it across the pulsing lips, lapping up a trace of honey. Donna moaned softly and spread her legs wider, closing her eyes, waiting eagerly for the next thrill.
Oh Jesus, she thought with shame and tremendous excitement, I'm going to be sucked off by a beautiful girl and I'm dying to see what it's like! She nudged her throbbing cunt closer to Georgia's wet mouth, slipping off her high heels. Trembling furiously, she gripped the swinger's head in her hands and raised her knees so she could rest on her heels on Georgia's shoulders. Knowing how obscene she must look with her swollen tits panting eagerly and her dripping cunt begging Georgia's mouth, for one horrifying moment she wondered what her innocent family would do if they saw her right now. Especially her darling wholesome children!
"Eat me," Donna whispered urgently, her eyelids fluttering. "Please eat me -- I'm so damn hot!"
Georgia quickly glanced behind her at her husband, who silently watched with a pounding hard-on straining at his pants. He nodded approval. He'd programmed his sexy wife so thoroughly she could barely take a piss without his solemn approval. He watched Georgia dig her frenzied mouth into the brunette's sucking hot pussy with deep moans of lust. Immediately, Donna screamed softly and squirmed her aching cunt madly to the swinger's lashing tongue.
"OOOOOOOOO! OH GOD, GEORGIA! UNNNNNNNNNN! SO-SO BEAUTIFUL! AAAAAAAAAAH! OH YOU EAT IT W-WONDERFULLY! OH LORD, IT'S -- I'M SO -- UNNNNNNNNNNF! EXCITED, OH SO GOOOOOOOOD!"
Georgia barely heard the ranting. She was concentrating intensely on the delicious slit thrashing beneath her mouth, relishing the fiery juices, rolling the honey around her mouth to savor, classify, compare. The lush swinger had eaten so many frantic pussies in the past five years she had a mental filing and grading system. The scale ran from minus ten to plus ten.
Very juicy cunt, Georgia decided as she sucked on Donna's trembling clit. Texture of flesh, plus seven. Sucking power, plus six. Honey flow, plus nine. The brunette was gushing juice like a fountain. Honey flavor also nine, damn near pure nectar, sweet and hot and faintly sticky, just the way Georgia loved her pussy juice. Fragrance, plus eight, Response, a perfect ten -- hell, you couldn't get more deliriously excited than this gorgeous piece, who was now issuing fierce cries of lust and swinging her boiling slit to Georgia's mouth in a fury of passion -- and sheer Visual Appeal, another plus nine. All in all the sensuous brunette would come out with a very high overall rating. And Georgia took her grading very seriously indeed, since there was hell to pay from the whip and the giant dildo if any unlucky sex partner came out with an overall minus.
Unfortunately, there was also hell to pay if they came out with too high a plus score. That triggered a vicious excitement in the hungry swinger that ran out of control too often. A shame Donna was too sexy for her own good...
Knowing the screaming housewife was on the verge of a wild orgasm, Georgia slipped her tongue out of her frenzied pussy and dipped it down to slither it inside Donna's fiery asshole.
"OOOOOOOO! OH HEAVEN! OH JESUS! HOW BEAUTIFUL!" Donna gasped, thrill after thrill racing through her tender asshole as Georgia wriggled her hot tongue deep and hard. Her loins were seething with urgent need, on the brink of an explosive climax, but the new thrill was so dreamy and obscenely delightful, Donna sobbed happily and crushed her ass lustfully to the swinger's mouth.
At thirty-nine, it never occurred to the shy wife that sensations like these existed. John ate her pussy from time to time, but it wasn't a lewd, tremendously exciting ritual like this, a teasing, nerve racking, utterly fantastic journey into the byroads of passion. Donna never realized her asshole could be a source of such shivering ecstasy.
Very soon, she would discover to her horror it could also be a source of unbearable torture...
While his wife ravenously ate the moaning brunette's pussy, Al stripped for action. He glared down at his erection with the familiar rage over Nature's injustice. Actually, his rigid cock was quite thick and effective in spite of the hardly noticeable shortage. Bright red with lust, it quivered with eagerness, a creamy drop seeping from his knob. Watching Georgia go down on a woman, especially a sexy item like the frantic housewife, always gave him a fierce hard-on. His sultry wife didn't just eat pussy or suck off men. She was an artist, a passionate virtuoso who put her heart in her torrid lust, who strove always to be the best. Her tongue wasn't just a tongue, it was a diabolical whip of pleasure, just as her lips were masterpieces of soft delicious teasing. Her hot gorgeous tits weren't simply an adornment, they were monuments of sensual arousal, twin teasers of tantalizing titillation and torment. Her luscious ass was more than a pair of provocative portals to plump pleasure, it was a lush, magnificent promise of profound perversion.
All these things and more, Al had poetically programmed his wife to believe so that she was the best, or damn close to it. Watching her suck and kiss and tantalize the softly screaming housewife now, who dug her heels into Georgia's shoulders like stirrups and jerked her ripe ass in a fever of excitement, Al felt a thrill of pride. He created her, starting with a dumb broad who actually thought there were only two or three ways to screw. All elementary programming.
As lustful as Georgia's appetite was with Donna's succulent hot cunt, she knew precisely when to stop sucking, exactly on the verge of the brunette's first wild orgasm. She, would leave Donna so maddeningly aroused she'd do practically anything for that elusive climax.
Georgia pulled her mouth away and stood up, panting hard.
"No!" Donna shuddered, tears stinging her eyes. "Oh, Georgia, don't stop now! I'm so close, so damn hot! Please!"
Then Donna saw with a startled shock that the swinger's husband was naked, his thick stubby cock crimson with urgency. She'd expected to have sex with both of them, but everything was happening so fast she felt dazed.
"Please!" she begged Georgia, who watched her with smoldering eyes, "Please finish -- I'm so HOT!"
"We'll finish, honey, in the bedroom. Come on, Donna." She held out her hand and the brunette let herself be led into their bedroom, followed by Al. He locked the bedroom door behind him, a habit. Although his programming was reliable, they did have an unfortunate incident once in San Francisco when a girl ran naked out into the street, crying hysterically, her cute ass glowing with whip lashes. Georgia managed to get her back in their apartment by telling shocked bystanders her sister was crazy, poor thing.
Georgia wrapped her arms around Donna and hugged her tight, crushing her hot tits to the brunette's and grinding her soaked cunt against her dripping crotch, keeping her intensely hot. She French kissed the housewife for a minute, firing her to a still hotter pitch.
"Before I finish eating your delicious pussy," Georgia whispered in her ear, rubbing Donna's ripe ass in her greedy fingers, "who don't you go down on me for a minute, honey? Then we'll both be smoking and we'll sixty-nine. All right?"
Donna nodded feverishly, barely aware of Al in the background. She felt tremendously guilty and excited and curious all at once, eager to do something so shocking and forbidden the obscene memory would haunt -- and thrill -- her during the long monotonous days in the peaceful town.
The swinger placed her ass on the edge of the bed and leaned back on her elbows, spreading her thighs wide. Her pink wet cunt shone lewdly through the slit in her sheer panties, weaving lustily as she undulated her hips in a dance.
When Donna hesitated, Georgia whispered, "Come on, honey, it's delicious, really! Yours is so hot and juicy, just like mine, so yummy, darling. Come on now, kneel down and nibble on my little pink feast, you know you're going to love it, so delicious and squirmy and hot, mmmmmmm! Come get it, baby..."
Hypnotized by Georgia's eagerly sucking cunt, Donna fell to her knees and hunched between, the velvety thighs. She closed her eyes, feeling her heart beat wildly against her ribs. A whiff of perfumed heat struck her nostrils and with a soft moan she fell forward, kissing the fiery cunt lips. Her moans grew deeper and wilder and Donna began burrowing her mouth in a lust frenzy to Georgia's juicy slit, her hands clutching the swinger's hot ass.
It was good! It was fantastically delicious to her lips, a mass of writhing wet sex, sucking lewdly at her lapping tongue, Georgia's burning thighs locked to her cheeks.
Good God, I'm eating cunt and I love it! thought Donna, shocked and trembling with wanton excitement. She kissed and sucked and lapped deep with her eager tongue, tingles of obscene relish sparking in her mouth as Georgia's boiling honey began to flow.
"OH GOOD GIRL!" Georgia gasped, rocking her ass feverishly. "OH HONEY, CAN YOU EAT IT! OOOOOOOO, HOT LOVING LIPS! CRAZY TONGUE UNNNNNNNNNNNNGH! LICK MY ASSHOLE, QUICK!"
As Donna hurried to obey, Al calmly adjusted the focus on the Polaroid and snapped. He took a full series of vivid color shots and slipped a new pack in the camera. Not only were they for his vast collection -- possibly the best collection in the state, bringing back fond memories on dull nights when he and his wife chuckled over them, like happy family memories -- but the shots would come in very handy as part of the programming process. More fear, more panic, more desperation, greater anxiety, more effective results.
Besides, he and Georgia were getting bored during the week in this hick town and the pictures were insurance that Donna Moore wouldn't get Housewife's Remorse, a common affliction among beginners. From the way she was whimpering and digging her frantic mouth to Georgia's thrashing cunt, it didn't seem likely at the moment. But once they got heavily into the punishment aspect she would have a swift change of mind.
"OH YOU LOVING OOOOOO! CUNT SUCKING ANGEL, YOU!" cried Georgia, jerking her pussy savagely to Donna's mouth. "AH! OH! OOOOOOO! LOVE YOUR CRAZY TONGUE! WILD LIPS! SUCK HARDER, DEEPER, FASTER, COMMIIIIIINNNNNG! EEEEE!"
Donna was on the verge of fingerfucking herself while she ravenously devoured the swinger's juicy slit. Her excitement was so great her own pussy felt as if it would explode any moment. There was cunt honey all over her face, smeared like a mask of lust, and her perspiring tits and ass weaved and bounced with obscene fervor.
If Georgia tasted this fantastically exciting and delicious, what would Jenny's pussy be like? Would her own luscious daughter scream and gush boiling nectar into her mouth deliriously and sob praise on her?
Only when Georgia came a half-dozen times in a row, fucking Donna's greedy mouth with violent lunges of her hips, did she push the brunette's blazing lips away from her crotch.
"You did -- whew! -- wonderful, Donna! You're absolutely a joy, a born pussy eater, darling."
Donna smiled...
Georgia was in ecstasy.
"My turn now," Donna whispered urgently, standing up. "If I don't come soon I'll lose my mind!"
"You may lose it anyway," Georgia chuckled, getting up from the bed. Donna followed her with her eyes as the swinger went to the closet. But she didn't open the door. For the first time the dazed brunette noticed an odd steel frame in the corner of the room, about seven feet high. It was on casters. Casually, as though she did it every night, Georgia rolled the huge frame out to a large bare space between the bed and dresser. Chains dangled from all four corners of the frame.
At first, Donna was intensely curious. Lord, this was such fun! No longer the dreary, bored housewife thumbing through ladies' magazines and clipping out recipes, but a daring adventurer in the glittering, wanton world of sex.
"Now you just step up to the frame, honey, and spread your arms and legs out like a skydiver," Georgia told her. "Or is it muff diver? Come on now, sweetheart, and I'll suck your cunt off until you go crazy with happiness."
"But -- why? You don't have to chain me, Georgia! I'll do anything you two want -- that's why I came over here, for fun and games!"
"Shhhhhh," the swinger purred, stepping close to caress one of Donna's lush hot tits. "We're just going to give you a wee spanking. It won't even hurt, honey, just a itty bitty fanny paddling for being naughty."
She ground her silken, steaming cunt to Donna's and the housewife felt her will weaken. They were definitely weird, but a little spanking wouldn't hurt... She obeyed, feeling strangely helpless and humble as Al and Georgia lopped the manacles around her wrists and ankles.
Al stood before her, his meat bristling with crimson power, his head nodding with satisfaction. "Work her panties down, Georgia, so her beautiful ass is bare." Al picked up the vicious black whip, caressing it lovingly with his fingertips. "You are indeed naughty, Mrs. Moore, and your punishment is just. Fortunately for you, wickedness can be purged. Say after me, I am naughty and I must be punished. Say it!"
Donna gaped at him with horror. He was a nut! "But I'm not naughty, Goddammit!" the brunette protested, squirming her naked flesh now with quivers of both lust and fear. "And don't talk to me like I'm a six-year-old!"
Behind her, Georgia was kneeling and rolling her panties down halfway along her thighs, pausing to kiss each creamy cheek with tenderness, licking the hot flesh hungrily.
Al twitched the whip in his fingers to make Donna gasp with rising terror. Hell, he wasn't going to spank her with that... was he?
"If I speak to you as though you're a six-year-old, it's because you are a six-year-old emotionally, Mrs. Moore." He assumed a patient lecturing tone, but the strange glint in his eyes chilled her blood, a burning gleam that suggested he might be just a trifle unbalanced. He had that horrible God-like look of terrifying power.
For the first time Donna realized how utterly helpless she was, chained to the bizarre frame like a crucifixion.
"You wouldn't put yourself in such a ridiculous position with perfect strangers unless you are an emotional infant," Al went on, shaking his head sadly. "You must be punished because pain is a cathartic, a purge for your childish notion that life is a jolly romp in the hay, all fun and games."
As if to emphasize their craziness, Georgia was now softly biting Donna's lush ass with tiny whimpers of delight. She gathered up folds of satiny hot flesh in her mouth and licked it obscenely. Al called it her anal fixation, but whatever the label, she loved big, juicy asses like this, adored kissing and biting and sucking and spanking and whipping creamy mounds like Donna's.
Al said it was a mammary fixation, a tit obsession that transferred to asses because those cheeks were more ample and thus represented greater security. She was always fascinated by his elaborate and brilliant explanations, and believed everything he said. It never occurred to her sex saturated, simple mind that he might be completely full of shit.
"If you hurt me I'll scream my head off!" Donna sobbed, tugging at her chains. "I swear I'll get the whole neighborhood over here!"
"A waste of time," he told her, grinning. "The bedroom is acoustically tiled so they can't hear you. Take your punishment with nobility and courage, Donna. It is for your own good, my dear."
"I'll call the police afterward!" Donna struggled desperately against her chains now as his wife licked her asshole with deep, lewd strokes of her burning tongue, thrilling her while Al tormented her with suspense. It was all calculated, all part of the programming ritual.
"You will not," he told her flatly. "You came over here of your own free will, Mrs. Moore. If you claim you were forced, I'll simply show them these."
He returned from the dresser and held out each Polaroid snapshot in front of her shocked eyes. They were incredibly obscene, with Donna burrowing her mouth to Georgia's soaked cunt like a starving animal, squeezing the swinger's ripe tits in her fingers. Anyone would recognize her even though some of her features were obscured. Two or three of the pictures showed Donna's face very clearly when she'd come up for air, her pink tongue licking lustfully at the cunt honey on her cheeks.
"Oh my God," Donna whispered, beginning to cry. "I'll-I'll do anything, I swear I will... But let me have those pictures," she begged. "ANYTHING!"
"You have to earn these pictures, Donna," he said softly. "You have to obey every instruction to the precise letter. Then we'll see about the pictures." He spoke to his ass licking wife, who was cooing over Donna's satiny big cheeks. "Spank her, Georgia."
Thus the actual programming process began. Standing up behind Donna, the swinger began to feverishly spank the brunette's hot ass, bringing sharp cries to Donna's lips. Georgia watched in fascination as their creamy plumpness turned to a bright pink, as the lush mounds wiggled and quivered and danced beneath her savage fingers.
"Now say after me," Al intoned. "I love being spanked because I deserve it. I beg to be spanked, because it secretly thrills me. Very soon I will no longer distinguish between spanking and orgasms, between pain and pleasure. Say it!"
Between racking sobs, the brunette repeated his words. They were insane, both of them! She could hear Georgia's low groans of ecstasy behind her as she spanked Donna, as though she were coming from the ritual. Lord, get me out of this crazy mess, the housewife prayed silently, and I swear I'll never screw around again, never!
As if on cue, the swinger stopped spanking her, panting torridly. She hadn't actually come but she was only a pussy hair away from a molten climax. Jesus, what a hot darling ass! She couldn't wait to strap on her new dildo and fuck the luscious brunette half to death! That always gave Georgia a shattering hot climax, a strange profound release. Al said she had a penis envy complex too. Al should know, shouldn't he? After all, he had a penis.
"Now say after me," Al told the madly trembling brunette, stepping to the side of the steel frame and holding the whip loosely poised for action. "'Spank me, whip me, because I deserve it and I crave it. Whip me, whip me, whip me, until I faint from pure joy.' Say, 'Spank me whip me hurt me fast!' SAY IT!"
Donna braced herself with terror. "But I don't want to be whipped!" she cried. "I don't want -- AAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
He brought the whip down in a savage blur on her bare ass, leaving crimson welts. "Spank me whip me hurt me fast!"
This time, Donna sobbed it out, praying for release from these maniacs. Crazy or not, Al knew exactly what he was doing, and it worked. By using the power of suggestion on her when she was in a state of tenor, having her dutifully repeat what he wanted her to believe, it was effectively being programmed into her brain cells. Those neurons in her brain which involved the learning process were most vulnerable in a state of raw fear. Whether she believed it now or not made absolutely no difference in the outcome. Instructions were being programmed into her brain cells under tremendous emotional stress, etched into her mind like trails of acid. It was only a subtle refinement of brainwashing techniques, but Al knew deep in his heart that someday the world would recognize him as the holy father of Advanced Sexual Programming.
"Very good," Al told her after she'd repeated the phrase a dozen times. "Now say, Al I absolutely must blow you because your prick is so thrillingly huge, oh so gigantic. Say it!"
Donna was about to blurt out that his cock wasn't big at all, almost stubby in fad, but mercifully her instincts warned her. His eyes were hot and defiant on her, waiting for any slight error. Had she stumbled then, her ass would have been ground beef in two minutes. She repeated the childish phrase, her quivering buttocks tensed for the next cruel sting.
"Good," Al told her, satisfied. Keeping the whip poised in one hand, he reached up with the other and unsnapped one bolt on the manacle linking her wrist. Her wrist wasn't released but the chain could be moved down and adjusted in a different position. Now Al adjusted both linked wrists to be on a level with her shoulders.
"Kneel," he ordered, and she hurried to obey. His throbbing red cock loomed before her lips, oozing a little cream.
"You may commence blowing me, Mrs. Moore, but you must follow my instructions exactly." The whip hovered behind her back, unseen but the thongs trailed her naked ass suspensefully. Donna waited for his instructions, her tits panting with fear, her eyes riveted to his short fat rod and bushy groin, his fuzzy swollen balls. Georgia watched a few feet from her husband, rubbing her sleek thighs eagerly.
"When I give your lovely ass a light tap thusly," -- he brought the lashes down just hard enough to make her yelp, a teasing but painful sting -- "you will immediately cease sucking me off and say 'Spank me whip me hurt me fast!' Then you will return to your efforts. When I give you two light reminders like this," -- he stung her ass twice in rapid succession, hurting her more than last time -- "then you say 'I cannot live without you, adorable big dick.' Repeat those phrases now, please."
Of all the silly, insane, asshole ideas! But there was no mistaking the fierce blaze of sincerity in his eyes. He was crazier than an escaped lunatic, but she was helplessly chained and at his utter whim and mercy. If she laughed now, her chances of having her sanity survive were slight. She repeated the nutty comment, remembering the Polaroid pictures. Good God, if John or the children ever saw those!
"Okay," he nodded, glancing at his wife who'd gone to the dresser and was now strapping on the harnessed, gigantic dildo with a look of diabolical lust on her face. She wouldn't be able to use it until Al was finished with the luscious housewife, but she may as well be ready to swing. She noted that Al was using a combination -- programming of whipping -- addiction and cock -- infatuation, his cock of course. That was the only weakness in his armor of genius, his funny obsession that something was wrong with his prick. Well, it was a little short, but damned if she'd ever mention it to him! In fact, she continually complained to him he'd have to be very careful when he fucked her because his huge cock tore her pussy and tender asshole up. Fat chance! But Georgia wasn't half as dumb as her husband thought.
"Begin sucking," Al told Donna. Trembling with fright, the brunette grasped his burning meat in her mouth and began blowing him feverishly, using her lips and tongue to try and coax his jism out of him as fast as possible. In spite of her fear, lust was building up in her blood at the thick, pulsing heat of his prick in her mouth. Just this morning she'd sucked off a teen on her knees, and she was actually beginning to like the humiliating position.
The whip thongs flailed warningly across her ass once.
"Spank me whip me hurt me fast!" Donna gasped, then rushed to grab his quivering meat again in her mouth.
Two seconds later Al brought the whip down viciously across her trembling ass cheeks and Donna screamed in her throat, pulling her mouth off his dick.
"Don't stop sucking!" he roared, continuing to lash her glowing red ass relentlessly. "You just asked me to do this, remember? KEEP BLOWING, DAMMIT!"
Tears streaming from her eyes, the shocked brunette again whipped her mouth back and forth on his rod, intense bolts of pain shooting through her buttocks. When he suddenly stopped whipping her, she felt almost blissful with relief. Then two short stings of the whip on her ass and she hastily told him she couldn't live without his massive rod.
For ten minutes the pain shocked brunette sucked him off furiously, every minute or so punctuated by brutal lashes on her naked ass, the associations of her sex torture and the strange phrases she was forced to repeat sinking deep into the recesses of her mind.
Georgia watched the depraved spectacle with feverish excitement, almost tempted to take off the colossal curved prick she wore and ram it up her own throbbing cunt. Jesus, the brunette was a statuesque hunk, so obscenely sexy with her panties halfway down her thighs, her bare gorgeous ass glowing a hot red, her luscious tits bouncing in time to her frantic sucking!
The cords were standing out on Al's neck and Georgia knew he was trying not to come. But those sultry, madly sucking lips could drain the juice out of anyone with frenzied lust, as the swinger knew. Her pussy still throbbed deliciously from Donna's hungry laps and kisses. The poor thing was really confused now, on fire with frustration because she'd been left deliriously primed and hot and now racked with sex torture from Al's whipping. It wouldn't be long before she couldn't come without the ass torment Al was such a genius.
"Sh-shit!" Al exploded, fucking the brunette's tight fiery mouth with brutal drives. The blazing suction of her lips and wild swirling of her tongue on his meat was beginning to force his cream out in power bursts, draining him with electrifying [missing text].
And Al rewarded her with a final furious assault of the whip on her crimson ass, bringing muffled screams from her jism filled throat. Heaving for breath, he stepped back with satisfaction. Her head hung down and her lush tits twitched and dangled, dripping perspiration. She cried steadily now.
"Excellent," Al told her, walking behind her. Test time? He suddenly tapped her trembling ass once, sharply. Donna's head jerked, her eyes wide with alarm.
"Spank me whip me hurt me fast!" she gasped.
The button had been pushed, the reaction perfect, and phase one of his programming was completed with efficiency. He acknowledged Georgia's purr of admiration with a brief nod of his head. It was only the beginning. His programming had to be so flawless that he could walk up behind her on the street, spank her ass cheeks twice sharply and she would cry out in public that she loved his big adorable cock and couldn't live without it.
There was a eighteen-year-old blonde he'd programmed in San Francisco so thoroughly that he could pinch one of her nipples in public and she would automatically cry out that if he didn't fuck her on the spot she would die of sheer frustration. A perfect subject, the blonde, a masterpiece of Advanced Sexual Programming. Unfortunately, in those early experimental days he had a tendency to overdo it, and the sexy teenager was so over programmed that anyone could pinch her nipple anytime and she'd cry out the same thing. And she'd mean it, since her cunt would automatically secrete juice and throb urgently in a reflex response. He wondered who was pinching her now...
The unsung genius of lust signaled his wife that she could take over for a while, indulging her own strange brand of pleasure. Happily, Georgia wheeled a short step ladder around in front of the sobbing brunette. Donna slowly looked up, an expression of her horror on her face. Good God, the monstrous prick that had come in the package! It hovered out from Georgia's crotch in a massive curve, obscenely realistic with its giant crimson knob.
"Lord, you're not going to..." Donna shook her head in disbelief. Fooling playfully around with it by yourself was one thing, but actually being fucked by that colossal ram! "You'd rip me in two with that monster!"
"Oh pooh," the swinger chuckled, adjusting Donna's manacled wrists on the frame so that she was standing tall again with her arms and legs outstretched. "You'll learn to love this baby more than your own husband's dick, honey. This is the ultimate solution to the hot housewife's never ending problem, Donna. And you're hotter than a firecracker, aren't you, sweetie? Pussy all dripping and on fire?"
Donna nodded miserably. She was terrified, her ass still burned intensely from the brutal whipping, but she couldn't deny her cunt was throbbing fiercely, demanding immediate satisfaction.
"Georgia will fix you," she whispered, squeezing her tits to Donna's ripe mounds as she reached around to unsnap her bra. Georgia flung it aside and brought the short ladder close. She used it for both comfort and angle, so that she could rest her own ass while she teased the helpless brunette savagely and also so she could get as much of the battery operated prick as possible inside Donna's slit, working it in deep and hard from below.
But first it was tease torment and titillate time again. She sat on the edge of the short ladder and clutched one of the brunette's satiny big tits in her fingers, groping the hot flesh lewdly as she sucked on the fat nipple. Sweet juicy tits! Given a blunt choice, Georgia would have an unbearable time choosing between beautiful hot tits like these and Donna's luscious ass. But the sight of any stiff cock or pink pussy would instantly solve her problem.
She was hot for anything.
"Don't-don't tease me any more, please!" Donna begged in tears, trembling deliriously. "Just one climax, Georgia, just one small orgasm! So hot, I'm so damn aroused!"
But the feverish swinger worked her other tit over first, using her burning lips and tongue and fingers to greedily explore and savor. Al lay comfortably back on the bed with a fresh pack of film in his Polaroid, starting to snap a new series of pictures. Terrific model, the housewife. Her lush creamy tits and ass and tormented expression came out beautifully in color. And it was doubly exciting with her panties still halfway down her thighs, as if she was so maddeningly hot she couldn't take time to undress. Watching her naked, silky ass cheeks trembling and glowing now, Al felt his prick begin to rise again. No doubt her asshole would be tight and juicy too, still slippery from Georgia's tongue.
No matter which crack Georgia wet down with her lusty mouth, pussy or anus, it was soaked through and primed for furious action. Her tongue was so fiery it should have come with an inflammable sign.
"DON'T TEASE!" Donna wailed now, jerking her throbbing cunt in frantic spasms as Georgia sucked on her bellybutton. Dipping her head down low, the panting swinger lapped at her drenched cunt for a minute, a brief taste of honey. Then she positioned her ass on the ladder for heavy action. She dipped two fingers into Donna's pussy and smeared her lavish juice over the head and length of the dildo. Facing Donna she nudged only the head of the massive prick against her cunt lips, softly teasing. Reaching beneath the cock, she switched the battery on and it leaped and quivered with humming power.
"OOOOOOO, SHOVE IT IN! GOD, GEORGIA, SHOVE IT IN NOW! FUCK ME, HONEY, OH PLEASE FUCK ME -- SO GODDAMN HOT!"
While the vibrating dick head tortured her pussy lips, Georgia grasped one of Donna's swollen nipples in her fingers, rolling it lewdly.
"I'll fuck you, Donna. But first repeat this three times, slowly and clearly: 'Suck me fuck me rape me MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!'"
Gasping, the brunette repeated the strange phrase three times, aware only of her madly aching cunt -- and Georgia's fingers teasing her nipple. Her taut nipple would soon be no more than a push button sparking a ferocious lust in her blood.
This second phase of her programming would take more repetition than the first, at least half an hour.
"Good girl," Georgia told her. She grabbed Donna's velvety soft hips in her hands and braced them. "Ready? Get set? Go!"
In one furious lunge the eager swinger rammed more than half the humming monster deep in Donna's tight cunt. For a long moment the brunette's eyes rolled and her helpless body shuddered fiercely from head to toe as the spiked prick tore savagely into her loins. Electrifying thrills shot through Donna's pussy like shock waves, roaring in her blood, screaming at her nerves, rocking her mind precariously, tingling every inch of her sweating, quivering flesh.
Her lips moved soundlessly for a minute and she shook her head in disbelief. "G-G-GOOD GG-GODDDDDDDD!" she finally shrieked.
Then she fainted.
Chapter Four
She sat between Dan and Jenny in the front of the van, her eyes riveted to the movie on the drive-in screen. But her attention wasn't really there. She was keenly aware of both Dan's and his blonde sister's hips brushing hers. There was a funny air of uneasy excitement between the two of them that was contagious, making her young body hum.
Ann Wilkins, flaming red hair and a ripely curved body that was sensuously developed, an innocent virgin who religiously attended Sunday school and knew positively that masturbation would put pimples on her face and consign her to everlasting hell, was deeply thrilled. She was not only sitting with her best friend, Jenny, but with her sleek, handsome brother, who was very fussy when it came to girls.
Both brother and sister were gulping beer down rapidly, but Ann politely declined. Now Dan lit up a reefer, filling the van with pungent marijuana, and passed it across Ann to his sister. Jenny puffed deep, which startled Ann. She didn't know Jenny smoked grass.
She also didn't know that the sweet faced blonde had lost her cherry to her brother that afternoon in a violent rape. Or that she'd been so frantically turned on by him that she'd sucked and fucked him with furious passion.
And the naive redhead didn't have the vaguest hint that her best friend and her brother planned, with calculated cruelty, to turn her pure, wholesome life completely upside down with shattering effect in the next few hours.
Jenny held the reefer out to Ann. "Go ahead, honey. It'll get you stoned out of your gourd. Higher than the moan. Dig it, Ann."
Ann shook her head politely, with a sweet smile. "Gee, no thank you, Jenny. I just don't do that sort of thing."
"That sort of thing?" Jenny's lip curled. "Chrissake, Ann, get out of the middle ages, will you? Go ahead, honey, take one toke. Just one for Jenny and Dan."
"Ann, go ahead," Dan urged her softly, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Don't be square, baby. Come on..."
The pressure from the two of them was intense. The girl squirmed uneasily. It was bad, because her parents had warned her that dope fiends went straight down to hell on a roller coaster, without even a cold glance from the Almighty Lord. But she felt terrible saying no to the most popular kids in town. Just one little puff couldn't possibly send her to hell. Not all the way, anyway. She'd take just one teeny puff and pray feverishly for deliverance tonight at bedtime.
"Okay -- I shouldn't but -- well, okay."
She closed her eyes, screwed up her childish face and took a brief painful drag. She held it in for no more than two seconds and coughed it out violently. "There, honey, that wasn't so horrible, was it?"
Jenny crooned, squeezing her waist affectionately. "Just one more wee one, come on, sugar pussy."
Ann blinked her eyes. She meant sugar puss, of course, not that other awful word. She was suddenly soaring tremendously high, floating without effort. Gee, it was fun! Eagerly, she tried another drag, inhaling more and holding it in for three seconds. Again she coughed it out, with a high giggle.
"This shit is so good you'll be on the way to Mars in about five minutes," Dan chuckled, squeezing her plump hot high.
"Danny, why don't you, ah, get us some more popcorn?" Jenny told him. "Slow and easy, huh?"
"Yeah, sure, is." Just don't suck her juicy little cunt dry before I get back, he added silently. He took a couple cans of beer with him and got out of the van. They'd agreed that he'd be gone at least forty-five minutes, but he'd already decided fuck her, he'd be back in thirty. Dan ambled off to the snack bar, where he'd spotted some of his school buddies. Maybe, he thought with a wide grin, he'd invite them back for a gangbang. Just joking, of course, but...
In the van, Jenny snuggled close to Ann, rubbing her soft belly with her hand. The redhead was giggling steadily now, her simple mind swooping to incredible, dizzying heights under the potent grass. A girl had once told her the first time you smoked it, it was called cherry kicking. The idea that she'd just gotten her cherry kicked made her laugh hysterically.
"Like it, huh, Annie?" Jenny whispered. "Listen, honey, let's you and I crawl in back on the mattress and I'll tell you a fantastic secret. It'll blow your mind, Annie. Come on."
Ann loved gossip. The prospect of girlish fun -- like a pajama party in the dark, she thought happily -- made her scramble over to the mattress where she lay on her back, her hands muffling her snickers. "Secret," she giggled. "Tell me!"
The blonde lay beside her, stroking her hot belly through her thin dress. Jesus, her first sex with a girl and she was tremendously aroused, so curious and seething with passion she wanted to burrow her mouth beneath the redhead's dress and start sucking her yummy little cherry off with wild delight.
"Now listen," Jenny whispered in her ear, "I read this in a book today, see? It's weird but it's true, Annie. I found out that a girl can protect her virginity for as long as she wants to, from anyone and everyone! I mean, you can't even get raped if someone tries it. Just think, Annie, you can save it for your wedding night, no matter who tries or what happens!"
The redhead's mouth dropped open. Guarding her precious virginity was a major goal in her life. To approach that altar in holy white, to shine with radiant purity and sacred cleanliness for her future husband and proud parents was a prospect that filled her eyes with tears of bliss. She choked up.
"How?" she whispered, excited. "How?"
"Well, honey," Jenny murmured, nestling closer to her on the mattress, her fingers sliding down from her rounded belly to her warm crotch, but cautiously, "it's an ancient church ritual, see? Approved by the Vatican!"
"The Vatican!" Anti echoed, awed and thrilled. Jenny didn't know it, but she was pushing all the right buttons in perfect sequence. The church, the Vatican, sacred, holy, virginity -- all words that lured the girl irresistibly on. "How, Jenny? HOW?"
"Well, it's called the Sacred Kiss of The Holy Virgins, see? If one virgin kisses another right smack on her virginity it means her cherry is shrouded in sacred protection until she marries. See, honey, if I kiss your virginity and then you kiss my virginity, we're both safe! Until that glorious wedding day, that thrilling moment of sacred union..."
"The Sacred Kiss of The Holy Virgins!" Ann repeated, feeling as if she were in church on Sunday. Golly, like being a nun! Slowly, her stoned mind began to absorb the meaning. "You mean," she whispered low, "if you kiss my... my.. vagina, it will protect me from boys until I marry?"
"Absolutely," Jenny assured her, licking her lips. "And of course you've got to protect me in the same way or it doesn't work. Isn't it wonderful, Annie? We can both save it for our holy wedding day!"
Jesus Christ, thought the blonde, the simple gorgeous little shit was eating it up like cotton candy. Her innocent face was bathed in a glow of virtue, of grass induced holiness.
"It sounds so weird," Ann finally breathed.
"An ancient church ritual," Jenny said impatiently. "We've got to do it right away too, Annie. I feel the Devil's temptation coming on, with all these good looking guys at the drive-in tonight. Come on, honey, take your panties off and roll up your dress."
"But what if Danny comes back?"
"He won't -- He told me earlier he was going to meet this girlfriend of his at the drive-in and be gone for an hour or two. Here, let me help you off with your panties, Annie."
Dutifully, the stoned girl lifted her ass off the mattress while Jenny hunched between her spread thighs. Jenny rolled her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. She hoisted back Ann's dress. The blonde's heart hammered against her ribs as she snuggled her mouth close to the redhead's steaming, fragrant slit. She clutched Ann's bare hot ass in her fingers. Goddamn, this was exciting! All the delicious guilt over forbidden wickedness coursed through her blood, fusing with her boiling lust.
"Why are you waiting?" Ann whispered, peering down at her in the semi-dark van. "Give me the Sacred Kiss of The Holy Virgins! Bless my virginity, hurry!"
Ann's innocent, deeply religious mind saw nothing wrong in the idea. After all, it was a church ritual, the Vatican approved of it, it was a sanctified blessing and it had no sexual overtones whatsoever in the girls mind. She'd never even fingerfucked herself and had no idea a Sacred Kiss could trigger the hottest thrills her tender flesh had ever known. She was even certain her Sunday School teacher would approve.
Jenny took a deep whiff of the redhead's juicy hot cherry, her lips tingling fiercely. "Oh Lord in Heaven," she murmured, "bless this delicious little cunt!"
And Jenny dug into the sweet pink flesh with a furiously eager tongue, lapping deep, scooping up the cherry honey with tremors of obscene passion, moaning ravenously.
A wave of shattering thrills erupted in her virgin slit, and Ann's whoops and shrieks would have roused the whole drive-in except that Dan had taken care to park his van far in the rear, and Jenny had turned the speaker way up before leaping in back. The innocent virgin's mind whirled with shock while her ripe young flesh responded with an intense passionate fury of its own.
"B-BLESS ME MORE!" she wailed, crushing Jenny's mouth to her thrill shattered cunt feverishly. She dug her heels in Jenny's shoulders and thrashed her hips in great lustful spasms as the first orgasm of her life started to boil up in her loins. The Sacred Kiss was so heavenly it had to be holy.
Between her hot juicy thighs, Jenny had a roaring blaze of her own going, in her lips and tongue and throat. Wow, pussy was delicious. Ann's was terrifically exciting, squirming and violently sucking at her mouth, gushing cunt honey all over her face. The redhead's thighs were locked to her cheeks, almost suffocating her with hot eagerness. Now the blonde's own pussy began to throb urgently and ooze juice. She slipped her mouth away from Ann's steaming thighs and the schoolgirl began to sob desperately.
"DON'T STOP BLESSING ME! OH JENNY DON'T STOP! I'M ALL HOT AND CRAZY! PLEASE!"
"Oh, cool it," Jenny snapped, slipping her T-shirt off quickly. She struggled with her jeans, telling Ann to take her dress and bra off fast. In a daze of heat, the girl sat up on the mattress and did as she was told. She didn't know why it was necessary to be stark naked when the Sacred Kiss of The Holy Virgins was only anointed on her pussy, but she was hardly in a mood for debate. She was madly, deliriously aroused for the first time in her life and her first wild climax was on the verge of explosion.
Both of them naked now, Jenny positioned her silken body over Ann's in reverse, crouching her dripping cunt over the virgin's mouth, using her hands to cup the surrounding fringe of Ann's cherry and spread it wide so that the tiny pink pussy was fully exposed for her feast.
"Now you return the Sacred Kiss while I eat -- kiss, I mean -- your cherry, honey," she told Ann urgently. "And do whatever I do exactly. Just follow the leader, okay?"
She didn't wait for Ann's reply. Simultaneously she crushed her mouth to the girl's succulent cunt and slammed her own crotch down on Ann's soft mouth. The redhead planted a ginger, awkward kiss, holding her breath then and waiting for something holy to happen, like a choir of angels, hovering over the two of them and singing psalms.
After a few seconds when she didn't see a blessed vision or hear thrilling hymns, she began kissing Jenny's fiery slit with unashamed lust. Golly, it tasted sweet and exciting! She lashed her tongue deeper into the slippery, wriggling crack as her orgasm began to erupt in her virgin loins in an explosive release.
It took only a couple of minutes for Jenny to start coming too. Ann's burning mouth was frenzied on her cunt, sucking and stinging deliriously as her pussy jerked in fierce spasms to the blonde's lips. The two schoolgirls rocked and heaved with obscene muffled screams and moans as they climaxed at the same moment, their naked young bodies locked in depraved bliss. Even the van was rocking under their thrashing lust, as both teenagers dug deeper and more hungrily into each other's cunts, exploring feverishly.
Shuddering with lewd spasms, Jenny slid her tongue down into Ann's tiny succulent asshole and snaked it deep. She wriggled it around her fingers digging into the girls soft hot ass with wanton relish. The redhead screamed happily and remembering to follow the leader, her lips groped for the blonde's asshole and she mimicked the obscene thrill. Now her fanny would be protected by the Sacred Kiss too! Ann was so frantically aroused she wanted holy protection everywhere, on her fat tingling nipples and budding tits, on her mouth and belly and even the soles of her feet. She'd been taught that virtue and holiness had its rewards, but she never dreamed they were so fantastically thrilling. Her feverish mind was already composing a glorious essay for her Sunday School class, and wouldn't all the other virgins be grateful!
Ann was not naturally dumb, simply sheltered from the harsh realities of sex by her devoutly religious parents. Sex was a forbidden subject at home and it was darkly hinted that it was the Devil's invention. Her sanctimonious parents had never seen -- and would refuse to believe -- the cold statistics that proved an incredible number of ministers' daughters became hookers and nymphomaniacs and junkies and switch hitters. The virgin's father was a minister and he lived sternly by the Good Book, knowing the greatest sin in creation was fornication. If it felt that good it had to be bad.
The girls were still sixty-nining when Dan quietly slipped into the front of the van. He peered in back at the naked moaning figures and his hard-on leaped tremendously in his pants. They were so immersed in each other's boiling crotches they didn't even know he was there as he slipped his clothes off urgently.
Jesus, he'd have to hurry like hell. He'd told the guys not to show up for at least twenty minutes, but they were so tanked up on beer and grass they might come stampeding through here in ten, dammit.
A guy had to take care of his buddies, and nothing would take care of them better than a wild gangbang...
Chapter Five
When Donna Moore woke up from her brief faint, she was vividly aware of two things. First that she was helplessly chained to a steel frame like a crucified martyr. And second, that the most violent, nerve racking thrills she'd ever known were ripping through her gorged pulsing cunt.
"UUUUUUUUUUNNF!" she screamed, swinging her ass with torrid lust, trying to ram even more of the giant humming prick into her ravaged pussy. "AAAAAGH! OOOO, CHRIST! F-FUCK ME, MY GOD, FUUUUUUCCCKKK MMMEEEEEE!"
Watching her beautiful naked body shudder under the onslaught of her massive rape, Georgia Langley stroked Donna's tits eagerly, squeezing their hot luscious flesh with raw lust. She was fucking the screaming brunette with slow but savage strokes of the colossal cock now, grunting with exertion each time she lunged her hips. A little blood oozed onto the dildo from Donna's battered cunt, but the frenzied housewife was in sheer heaven now, gripping the great curved prick fiercely in her slit, riding it with obscene cries.
The panting swinger suddenly jerked back, leaving only the quivering knob inside Donna, who screamed in protest. Georgia reached up to one nipple and rolled it between her fingers harshly. Donna's mind went blank for a moment. Then: "Whatever you want with me. ANYTHING, ANYTHING! KEEP FUCKING ME, LORD, DON'T -- UH -- STOP I'LL LOSE MY MIND GO GO GO! SHOVE IT ALLLLLL IN!"
Georgia grabbed Donna's hips tightly and resumed her brutal fucking strokes, leaning forward to suck on a creamy tit now. The brunette was programmed like a high efficiency computer by now, not even aware her buttons were being pushed.
Low passionate screams came from Donna's lips as another wild orgasm rippled through her seething loins, as the spiked dildo stung every silken inch of her shattered cunt. The sensations were so fantastically intense, so profoundly exciting she felt as if her sanity was perched on the edge of a high cliff and the next violent thrill would send it hurtling over and crashing into fragments. She couldn't stop coming! And the feeling was driving her mad as her pussy exploded again and again and again, each time more savagely than the last.
Al Langley got up from the bed when he'd snapped the last picture in the Polaroid pack. His thick meat bristled anxiously as he watched Donna's ripe ass quiver and bounce. He picked up his whip and crept behind her.
He lashed her buttocks just once, not too hard. She froze, her mind grappling desperately.
"Spank me whip me hurt me fast!" she sobbed.
He lashed her twice, and this time she didn't hesitate.
"I cannot -- EEEEE! -- cannot live without you, adorable big dick! CAN'T STOP COMMMMMMING! NO MORE, NO MORE AAAARGH!"
Al tossed the whip aside, deeply satisfied. Counting Georgia's conditioned response, the sexy brunette was now programmed perfectly for three signals. After all, she was a perfect subject, primed with maddening arousal, left teetering on the verge of desperate release.
He stepped close behind Donna and spread her burning ass cheeks. Placing the knob of his hard-on directly against her tiny asshole he slammed his gorged dick in deep without warning. Her steaming bowels churned furiously on his meat.
"EEEEEEE K-KILLING ME! OOOOOOO! FUCK ME, GEORGIA, HARDER! EVERYONE FUCK ME! RIP IT UP, SHOVE IT DEEP, FUCK MY ASS, MY PUSSY, ANYTHING, EVERY THINGGGGG!"
The delirious housewife tugged at her chains and screamed, her mind seeming to shatter into shards of pain thrills. Her thrilled pussy, crammed to its hilt and beyond with the massive humming rod, shuddered and thrashed insanely while her asshole burned with blazing pain from Al's brutal fucking strokes. She could feel his prick rubbing and crushing the thin membrane that separated him from the dildo, and her entire loins felt bursting with lust pressure, on fire with agonized ecstasy.
Georgia and Al both drove deep into her raw flesh at the same time, sandwiching her between them, raping her relentlessly. Her creamy naked flesh shook and perspired in great spasms, and she wrenched at her manacles with insane strength, grinding her hips frantically, not to try to escape -- an impossibility -- but to increase the obscene fury.
"YESSSSSSSS! COME IN MY ASS! GIMME YOUR JISM! EVERYONE FUCK ME, LOVE IT, NEED IT, AAAAAAAARGH! TOOOO MUCCCHHHH! LOSING MY MIND, GOING -- EEEE! -- CRAZY! FUCK! RIP UP MY CUNT! OOOOOHH! COMING TOOOO HARDDDD! UGH!"
Jesus, thought Georgia as she slammed the spiked cock in with all her strength, she's going over the edge! Her face was contorted into a mask of frenzied lust, her head shaking from side to side in an eerie dance, tears gushing from her madly blazing eyes. Feeling a rare twinge of mercy, the swinger wanted to pull out the dildo but she didn't dare while Al was ravishing her ass. It might screw up his programming, since the manacled housewife had to suffer the most violent sensations possible on the first night. And there was no doubt about that!
Al pumped furiously into her boiling asshole, rubbing her swollen tits lewdly in his fingers. Shit, she was tight and hot, fantastically juicy in her ass, her bowels sucking in a frenzy on his stroking rod.
"GOOD ASS!" he grunted, feeling his prick grow rock hard with an imminent eruption. "WILD ASS, DONNA! HAAA! UMMMMMF!"
The sobbing brunette reared back her head and issued a series of crazed animal moans as his thick cream spurted deep in her bowels, stinging and tickling intensely. A final exhausting climax tore through her searing loins, quivering her naked helpless body with violence.
Then she collapsed, chin falling onto her heaving, sweating tits, sagging against her chains. A moment after Al jerked his limp cock out, Georgia eased out the giant prick. They both heaved for breath, watching her.
"She'll be okay, won't she, Al?" Georgia whispered, alarmed.
"Sure, honey. She just had a lot of passion stored up, that's all. Healthy, deeply frustrated housewife, a great deal of expert priming, and a traumatic release, that's all. Beautiful programming subject, ideal. I think we ought to skip young girls for a while and concentrate on housewives in their thirties. Lots of repression there, pent up lust."
Georgia unstrapped the dildo and tossed it aside. She knelt down in front of the crying brunette and tenderly licked her raw pussy, savoring the blood, while Al checked his snapshots over. The results were excellent, sharp, vivid illustrations of unleashed passion, some of the best in his rapidly growing collection.
They unchained Donna and eased her over to the bed, where she moaned and panted and stroked herself deliriously. Georgia got her a martini and held it to her lips. Sipping it quickly, Donna felt her strength -- and her dazed sanity -- gradually return.
"The pictures," she whispered, sitting up with wild eyes. "I've got to have those pictures!"
Al shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry, Donna. I need them right now for, ah, research purposes. But I promise you no one will see them. No one. Trust me."
"You blackmailing sonofabitch," she hissed with sudden rage. "You're just trying to get me back for more insane games. Don't worry, I'll come back whenever you want -- But I need those pictures! If my family sees them.."
"They won't, honey," Georgia promised, wondering if she could persuade the exhausted brunette to eat him one more time. She was hot again, urgently aroused. Sighing, she decided against even asking. Al said an excess of sex -- Georgia never understood how anyone could get too much sex -- might screw up the programming in its early phases.
Donna studied both their faces, realizing there was no hope whatever of getting the pictures from them. Not yet, anyway. But she felt sure they wouldn't show them to anyone -- not anyone she knew, anyway -- either. She felt a sudden urge to get away from this bizarre couple as quickly as possible. She dressed with shaking fingers, eyeing the huge steel frame with fear. But there was a morbid, thrilling excitement lurking beneath the tenor, radiating from her sore, hotly glowing pussy and battered asshole and brutally whipped buttocks.
Georgia followed her to the door, snatching a last squeeze and caress of her ripe breasts and ass.
"You'll feel much better in a day or two, Donna," she promised. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay? And next time we won't be so rough, I swear. This was just a part of the programming process, honey..."
"What do you mean, programming process?" Donna said, suddenly alert. "What programming?"
Al spoke up quickly, glaring at his wife. "She simply meant we have a program for beautiful frustrated housewives like yourself, Donna, that's all. I hope we've helped you."
"That remains to be seen," Donna said dryly, touching her sore ass cheeks gingerly. "Just one other thing. I-I want to borrow that dildo for a day or two." Her cheeks reddened, but the urge in her blood was top powerful to resist.
"Give it to her," Al said quickly to his wife, who was about to ask questions. The stupid bitch didn't realize timing was everything. This was the worst time to pry or embarrass her, dammit. Georgia put the giant cock in a large paper bag and gave it to her. After all, it would look a little strange with the massive red knob sticking out of her small purse.
Donna hurried out the door, her body flooding with relief. God, what an insane night! Spanking, whipping, teasing, sucking, fucking, raping -- Whewwww! And yet... And yet she craved it. She'd begun to love the shock and the anguish and the nerve racking thrills toward the end, even the silly Goddamn phrases they'd made her repeat. Weird people, definitely.
Her fingers stroked her purse on the seat beside her as she drove, and her heart beat faster. Images of her lovely daughter flashed in her mind, savagely impaled by the brutal prick, her sweet, tawny flesh quivering with shock and obscene ecstasy.
She really never should have opened that Goddamned box this morning! Everything was happening so fast she was dazed, like a depraved nightmare, like a whirlpool of violent, bizarre sex... She thought about her lovely children and her eyes brimmed over with tears of shame and remorse.
They were such sweet, wholesome darlings..
Inside the Langley house, Al continued to stare at his naked trembling wife with cold, gleaming eyes. She shivered with fear and hugged her tits, knowing what would happen.
"I didn't mean to slip, Al, honest," she pleaded. "She didn't understand anything about the programming, honest!"
"To err is human, to forgive is not my policy," he told her in an icy voice. "On the bed on your belly, knees hunched under you. Go!"
She rushed to obey, sobbing. It wasn't the whipping she feared. It came a few seconds later, blazing across her naked ass flesh with breathtaking agony, stinging with vengeance. For two minutes without flagging, he lashed her. And then the horrible pause, the waiting... Georgia closed her eyes tightly and clenched her fists, burying her face in the pillow and biting it as hard as she could.
She shuddered as she felt him place the thick blunt handle of the whip against her tender asshole. Then he slammed it in viciously deep and began plunging it in and out of her narrow tunnel, and Georgia screamed softly and hung on, knowing the pain would turn to thrills, the anguish into wild, obscene ecstasy.
Even her asshole had been efficiently programmed.
Chapter Six
As soon as Dan crept naked into the rear of the van, where his little sister and Ann Wilkins still thrashed in their ravenous sixty-nine, he slapped Jenny sharply on the ass to get her attention. She was so riveted to the delicious cherry she didn't even notice. He whacked her harder and she jerked her head up, startled.
"Get off, Sis. My turn."
"I'm not done yet! She's so juicy I could suck her off for another hour, Danny!"
"Off, honey, I can't wait."
Through this brief exchange Ann kept right on madly devouring Jenny's dripping pussy, oblivious to everything but the succulent slit thrashing against her greedy mouth. Her first experience with hot sex was quickly becoming a lust inspired addiction.
Jenny struggled against her wild desire to continue eating the redhead's thrilling cunt, and her brother's rough determination. How could she explain to him she'd just enveloped Ann's virginity in a holy shroud, blessed by the Sacred Kiss no less? The girl would be shattered completely if he raped her now. She might not even go to Sunday School any more. She might also lose her mind...
"Oh shit," Jenny sighed, wrenching her pussy away from Ann's furiously lapping mouth. She climbed off the naked teen and sat on the floor to watch, heaving for breath. She couldn't decide whether she loved sucking her brother's huge cock or eating Ann's fiery little slit better, but since she had both at her fingertips why bother to choose?
Quickly, Dan mounted the gasping virgin. As dazed as she was from coming repeatedly, the redhead cried out and began struggling.
"No! Danny, you can't -- I've had the Sacred Kiss! You can't do it to me, are you crazy? I'm HOLY NOW! Jenny, tell him," she sobbed, trying to push his muscled body away desperately.
"TELL HIM, JENNY!"
"Gee, I'm sorry, Annie, but I forgot to tell you. Um, Danny's prick has been blessed with holy water, see? So it's okay now because you're both sacred. You can fuck to your heart's delight, Annie, and you'll so straight to heaven when you're done, honest. Have at it, honey."
"WHAT ABOUT MY VIRGINITY?" Ann shrieked frantically. Dan's swollen knob was banging harshly against her inner thighs as he pinned her down, groping for her tiny cunt.
"In the eyes of the church, you're still a holy virgin, honey. Just let him fuck you and stop wailing so much, okay?"
But the redhead fought in a frenzy to save her cherry, clawing viciously at Dan's chest, trying to close her legs in vain as his knees kept them pried apart.
"Goddamn wildcat!" Dan grunted, amazed at her strength. Her religious fervor gave her the strength of a football player and Jenny's brother felt as if he were in an Olympic wrestling match.
Then he made contact with her tight wet cunt lips. He slammed down with all his power, plunging his burning road savagely into her ripped cherry, gasping at the sudden fierce tightness. Hot little heaven!
"AHHH! OOOOOOOO! N-NO! LORD S-S-SAVE ME! MY -- UNNNN -- MY CHERRY -- HURTSSSSS! EEEEEEEE!"
As Dan began to stroke to a relentless tempo, Ann's painful shrieks slowly grew softer. It hurt horribly and she knew now the Sacred Kiss had failed miserably. She would go straight down to hell everlasting, no choirs of peaceful angels, no heavenly blessings, no bridal gown of snow-white, just crackling flames for terrible sinners like her. Except that the ultimate sin was beginning to feel just a little bit exciting as her narrow juicy cunt began to stretch, to ease the path of Dan's immense prick. Her honey was starting to ooze, making her pussy slippery so that his rod created a delicious friction as he pumped deep.
"Hurts -- terrible!" Ann cried, but without too much conviction. For one thing, she'd just finished climaxing in a series of tremendous thrills from Jenny's hotly sucking mouth. For another, the mass of meat in her slit was sparking pleasurable sensations along her newly awakened pussy.
The truth struck her, as it had so many other ministers' daughters, that all the horrendous evils of fornication may have been a trifle exaggerated. Because she was beginning to like being fucked. She began swinging her hips cautiously, sucking in her breath as his blazing knob battered her little cunt. She was getting all worked up again, her skin tingling and her tits panting, her crotch beginning to soak with rising passion.
"Oooooo, shit, honey," Dan groaned, holding her sweating plump ass in his fingers as she lunged, "that's a mighty -- Aaaaaah! -- mighty fine twat! MIGHTY FINE! That's it, swing it, Annie, SWING THAT PUSSY, WOOOOOWWWWWW!"
The rippling thrills in her loins were sharper and hotter now as his meat stroked powerfully. Sobbing, Ann put her arms around him and locked her ankles around his. Her teeth sank into his shoulder and deep groans of lust rolled from her throat. She loved fucking! She even loved the sound of the word itself, although she'd always winced and crossed herself whenever she heard it.
Some wanton, buried urge deep inside her repressed, naturally passionate flesh began to exert itself. She started raving obscenely, delighting in her own boldness, her defiance of evil at last.
"Oh Danny -- FUCK ME! I LIKE FUCKING SO WOOOOOOH! SO MUCH! I LIKE YOUR AAAAAGH YOUR BIG PRICK, DANNY! IT'S W-W-WONDERFULLLL! GIMME MORE! DO IT HARDER! WHEEEEEEE! I'M FUCKING, DADDY, YOU HEAR! I'M FUCKING LIKE A-A WHORE! I'M A WHORE AND LOVVVVVE IT -- UNNNNNGH!"
Even Jenny was startled. Christ, who would have guessed the sanctimonious little angel had that in her? The blonde didn't know about the statistics concerning ministers' daughters or innocent girls subjected to the brain washing of the evils of fornication, day in and day out until they were secretly ready to vomit it up in one explosive burst. It was a simple case of overkill: you tell a child something is horrible, shocking, evil, and above all forbidden and sooner or later they're going to have to discover the truth. Ann Wilkins was back lashing with every hot inch of her plump, satiny flesh, meeting Dan's massive thrusts with violent jerks of her own hips, clasping her fiery cunt with delirious joy on his throbbing meat.
"Gonna shoot!" Dan warned, gritting his teeth as her molten pussy hugged him like a vise.
"GONNA GET MY ROCKS! AAAAAAAAAA, SHIT, ANNIE! WHAT A -- UNNNNF! A LUSCIOUS CUNT!"
"OOOO YESSSSSS!" cried the redhead, pounding his naked back with her small fists. She squirmed her ass furiously, a violent wail coming from her lips as his steaming cream spattered and stung her sucking slit. And then the final obscenity burst from her throat, rage mingled with ecstasy: "FUCK YOU, DADDY! FUCK YOU, YOU -- OOOOOOOH! -- FILTHY BASTARD! AAAAAGH! YOU LIED, YOU LIED, YOU LIED -- WHEEEE! -- IT'S BEAUTIFUL, YOU HEAR? F-FUCK YOU, MOMMY AND DADDY -- I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I'M A WHORE AND I -- UNNG! -- ALWAYS -- EEEEEE! WILL -- MMMMMM! -- BE, FOREVVVVVVVER!"
Jeeeee-zus! thought Jenny, shaking her head in wonder. Annie was a clawing mass of lust now, the van rocking with her thrashes, her ass shuddering high off the mattress to carry Dan with her.
There was a sudden sharp series of raps on the door Jenny was sitting against. She leaped up, startled. "Oh Christ, the cops!" she whispered.
Dan climbed off gasping. "No, it's not the cops, Jenny. It's, urn, couple of friends of mine, you know? I thought maybe you and Annie might, uh, want to party a little, dig?"
Before Jenny could say a word, Ann was sitting up, her ripe tits heaving, her eyes on fire. "Yes! Lordy, Lordy, YES! Let them in, Jenny. Let them all in, I'll take 'em on if you won't! Party, party, PARTY!"
Don gaped at her, wondering if she was nuts. Her voice seethed with vengeance and her fingers lewdly rubbed her pulsing crotch. Maybe it was the grass, although he'd never seen a complete switch in seconds like this before from marijuana. Well, hell, why complain?
"How about you, Jenny, you mind?" he asked his sister cautiously.
"Mind?" She grinned, reaching for the door handle. "What did you think, stud, you had the only cock in town? If Annie can swing so can I. Ready, Annie?"
"I've been ready since I can remember," she seethed. "Bring 'em on!"
In two hours, the girls took on seven strapping guys, Ann insisting on going down on each one first, her vulgar ranting becoming wilder as the night wore on, her feverish ass swinging more furiously with each encounter.
The innocent, sweetly smiling redhead lost a great deal more than her cherry that night. She lost every fragile illusion her parents had so strenuously wedged in her young mind with their endless preaching of hell and damnation for fornicating sinners. Left to her own natural passion, she would have lived out her life in a peacefully normal cycle, having affairs, getting married, raising children in her own image, finding contentment and deep sex fulfillment.
The seeds of her destiny had been sown years, perhaps eternities ago by her stem, holier-than-thou parents. Deep in her raging, bitter mind she already knew her inevitable fate: whore, switch-hitter, nymphomaniac, bizarre, endlessly hunting swinger. This first depraved orgy was only a preview of coming attractions.
When the last guy slipped out of the van, the laughing redhead raised her arms to heaven, welcoming hellfire and damnation and eternal holocaust. Her eyes blazed with defiance. She knew now.
The only hellfire and damnation that ever existed was right here on earth, in her parents twisted, fearful minds.
And if any angels ever bothered to come down and sing hymns for her, she'd damn well go down on them too.
Chapter Seven
At precisely three in the morning Donna's eyes flew open, as though responding to some inner alarm. Her husband lay quietly sleeping beside her. Very faintly, she could hear the shower going down the hall. Dan or Jenny, but why this time of the morning? Curiosity, and a faint lingering excitement from her orgy hours before, prodded her until she got up and in her negligee went to check their rooms.
Very softly, Donna opened Jenny's bedroom door. Her bed was rumpled and empty. A funny time for Jenny to be taking a shower. She was passing Dan's door when a hunch stopped her, an eerie, shocking suspicion. Softly she swung his door open.
And his bed was rumpled and empty.
One of them wasn't even home, obviously.
Her blood racing, the brunette hurried down the hall to the bathroom door. She turned the knob, finding it locked. For a minute Donna stood there, her lush breasts rising and falling with wild excitement. It couldn't be! Her handsome, strapping son was wild with girls, admittedly, but not his own virgin sister! The whole idea was just impossible.
Or was it?
Quietly, she slipped back into her bedroom and taking care not to wake her husband, she found a long sewing needle. The lock on the bathroom door was a modern one, locking from the inside knob, but it could be sprung through a tiny hole in the outer knob with a pin, for emergencies. People falling asleep in the bathtub, threatening suicide, or simply refusing to come out.
She returned to the door and, her fingers trembling with profound excitement, Donna inserted the pin and turned the knob. Slowly she opened the door and stepped inside the bathroom.
The spray of the shower, the muffled giggles and sharp whispers behind the glass shower door, the fuzzy outline of two naked bodies groping -- Donna's mind reeled.
The mother in her took over first.
She quickly slid open the shower door. Jenny was facing the tiled wall, her palms pressed high against it, her legs spread. Her brother was groaning, driving his immense red shaft into her cunt from behind. In a split-second the depraved scene etched itself on Donna's mind, her two beautiful children obscenely fucking as their naked bodies glistened under the spray, Dan's powerfully muscled, Jenny's sleek and tanned and lushly curved...
And overpowering Donna's maternal horror and revulsion was an intensely fierce excitement, a dizzying wave of lust that almost forced her to leap into the shower with them and hug and kiss and suck both of them, wallowing in their young hot flesh with delirious abandon.
A split-second later Dan's head jerked toward her. Instantly, his body froze with his erection halfway in Jenny's pink pussy. His face paled and his jaw dropped.
"Keep fucking!" Jenny moaned, wriggling her ass impatiently. "Come on, Dan, fuck me!"
Then she turned her head and saw her mother, her eyes widening with shock. "Oh Jesus Christ," she whispered, paling. "Oh, shit!"
Donna reached in and turned off the spray. Her voice shook. "Go to your rooms, both of you. Wait for me there."
She whirled on her heel and went downstairs, pouring herself a straight double shot of gin. She gulped it down. The obscene spectacle must have been a dream. Not sweet, innocent Jenny, certainly not with her own brother.
The fact that she secretly planned to screw both of them anyway as soon as she could manage didn't dim the shock, which was too swift for her to grasp. But as the liquor fired her lust she saw the situation for exactly what it was: a golden opportunity. Her son's prick had been enormous, gorged with power -- and still unsatisfied. Jenny would be primed too.
Quickly, Donna downed another double shot of gin and then went up to her son's bedroom. She slipped inside and shut the door softly behind her. He lay on the bed with a towel draped around his waist, casually smoking a cigarette. She went over to him and sat on the edge of the bed, trembling with uncontrollable desire.
"I guess the shit is gonna really come down now, huh, Mom?" he said, grinning. "Dad will freak out and throw me out of the house. It was my fault, Mom. I did it. Go ahead and tell me what a filthy bastard I am and get it over with."
"You -- seduced her?" Donna whispered, staring at the bulge beneath his towel. He'd gone limp.
"No, Mom. I raped her at first. After that... To tell you the truth, she'd been raping me ever since."
At least, Donna thought with relief, her lovely daughter had lost her cherry to someone in the family. No clumsy strangers for her precious children.
"Well, what're you gonna do?" Dan asked impatiently. His mother was staring at him in a weird way, her eyes burning.
Donna took a deep breath. "I'm going to do what I've wanted to do for a long, long time, Danny. Just remember to keep your voice down to a whisper."
With a soft moan, the panting brunette slid her hand beneath his towel to find his thick hot prick. She began jerking it rapidly in her warm fist, her other hand undraping the towel, her blazing eyes watching his rod swell enormously in seconds.
"Jesus Christ, Mom!" Dan whispered, eyes bulging in disbelief. His own mother! She was suddenly standing and slipping her negligee off and Dan caught his breath, his eyes raking over her proud luscious tits and creamy thighs. What a piece!
Then Donna was hunching on the mattress between his hairy thighs, grasping his huge prick feverishly in her fist and guiding it into her eager mouth. She began sucking her son off with delirious excitement, flicking her tongue across his giant hot knob, then ramming five thick inches into her mouth and blowing him lustfully.
The brunette's frantic mouth was suddenly everywhere, kissing and sucking on his big balls, lapping his dick-head like a lollipop, gently ripping her teeth across his boiling meat, sending fantastic thrills through his immense rod.
My baby, Donna thought with obscene bliss, my own beautiful son and his prick is magnificent, all heat and power and madly throbbing sex! He was groaning softly now and cupping her head tightly as he started fucking her frenzied mouth in sharp, urgent jerks. His own mother giving him the wildest blowjob of his life!
Donna's cunt was pulsating fiercely now and she shifted her body around on the mattress without missing a stoke of her hungry lips on his cock. Placing a folded knee on each side of his ribs, she loomed her steaming pussy over his mouth. Eagerly Dan accepted the lewd invitation. He grabbed her hot ripe ass in his hands and pulled down, licking his mother's dripping slit hungrily, groaning as she rewarded him with a series of electrifying sucks on his quivering meat.
A drop of his molten jism seeped into Donna's mouth and she went crazy with eagerness at the hot pungent flavor. She jerked his rod off faster and whipped her mouth in a fever, craving his entire boiling load.
Beneath her wild, thrashing cunt Dan's blood pounded with heat as her gushing honey started flowing into his mouth. He squeezed her silky big ass in his fingers and sucked and lapped faster, more aroused than he'd been even with his little sister. Christ, he was sixty-nining with his own beautiful mother and her hungry lips and frantic pussy were writhing, sucking slits of xx and tight velvet.
His urgent groans and her lewd moans mingled obscenely as they heaved furiously on the mattress, locked in frenzied passion as they erupted at the same time. Donna stifled the scream of joy in her throat as his burning jism flooded her in giant spurts, as she swung her gushing cunt madly to his mouth.
Satisfied that she'd drained the last drop of his cream, the moaning brunette rolled over on her back, trembling, still keeping her fingers on his warm soft rod.
"That was fantastic, Mom," Dan sighed. "I take it this means you're not gonna say anything to Dad about me and Jenny."
"Not likely, is it?" she whispered. She started hefting and jerking his immense prick in her fist, wanting to fuck him feverishly now that her urgency was gone. Lord, what a stud her son was! Massively hung, sleek muscles rippling with power, balls loaded with vigor. No wonder girls chased him, and it was easy to see why Jenny started raping him once he'd screwed her. She felt an eerie thrill of maternal pride mixed with raw lust.
Because their bodies still lay in reverse on the bed, Dan's fingers had to grope down for her lush tits. He squeezed one lasciviously, then rolled a swollen nipple in his fingers.
Donna's mind flashed and her body suddenly trembled.
"Suck-me-fuck-me-rape-me-do-whatever-you-want-with-me-ANYTHING!" she cried out.
Dan looked at his mother in astonishment. "What?"
Dan couldn't believe it.
His own mother!
She suddenly felt tremendously hot and excited, with faint ripples of pain shuddering through her loins. Her mind whirling, she jerked his meat in her fist harder and faster, coaxing it to its full surging length in seconds. Then she straddled his hips, sitting upright and facing him. Urgent lust had gripped her again, programmed deep into her brain cells.
"Just lie there, Son, I'll do all the work," she whispered. "I'll ride your big beautiful cock, Danny, because you're my thrilling stud. Just want to" -- she gasped, teasing her throbbing cunt-lips with his swollen knob -- "mmmmm! -- want to ride like hell, fuck and suck all night, aaaaaaaah!"
Dan stared at his mother, stunned. He never dreamed she talked like that. She was a ripe-breasted, long legged, hot pussied knockout at this moment, reeking with fiery sex as she slid her wet sucking cunt down on his throbbing prick. She moaned low and sank her nails into his hips, undulating her naked ass in wide circles. His rod gorged her, pulsing deep in her eager slit.
Jesus, what a luscious snatch! thought Danny, sucking in his breath as her tight juicy crack squirmed and shuddered on his meat. She started riding him with obscene happiness, swinging her hips sharply up and down, then back and forth, then side to side to cram her sucking pussy with every possible thrill.
"Danny, Danny, your big hot prick, Son! Oh, oh, oh! Ummmmm! AAAAAAH! Sweet darling boy, my own boy, UUUUUUNG! Fuck your mother good -- OOOOO! FUCK YOUR MOTHER, HONEY!"
He began jerking his hips up each time she slammed hers down so that her slippery cunt was gorged to the hilt. Getting hotter with each stroke, Danny sat up and nuzzled his mouth to one of her ripe sweating tits, sucking on the huge nipple to make her scream softly.
"Mom!" he gasped, "you're terrific! Wild hot cunt, Mom! Oh shit, what a woman! WHAT A WOMAN!"
So far, in spite of his rugged good looks, Dan's sexual experience was confined strictly to girls between twenty-one or two. But this creamy, gorgeous brunette -- his own sexy mother, he realized with a thrilled shock -- was all woman, huge panting knockers, luscious hot ass, fiercely sucking pussy.
Lost in her own frenzied passion, Donna's moans rose louder by the minute. She fucked her strapping son furiously, oblivious to everything but the thick pounding meat rubbing inside her, forgetting it was close to four in the morning and that her husband slept only a few yards away...
While her husband's bedroom was across the hall, her daughter's bedroom adjoined Dan's. And as the minutes ticked suspensefully by, and Jenny waited fearfully for her mother -- and her father too, no doubt -- to come crashing into her room with outrage and vengeance, she became aware of the rising noise in Dan's bedroom. She pressed her ear to the wall.
Slowly, her eyes widened and her heart began to hammer. Holy shit! Unless she was dreaming, Danny and her mother were screwing! She could distinctly hear their muffled groans and gasps, and her mother's low screams of joy. Trembling with excitement and shock, Jenny tried to comprehend what was happening. One moment their mom had caught her and Danny fucking in the shower, and now, only a few minutes later her mother was screwing him!
None of it made sense. Her mother was straight, a shy soft spoken housewife who regularly went to church and baked apple pies and hardly ever wore makeup. So what the hell was going on in this clean, respectable house?
One fact struck Jenny with vivid clarity: she and Danny were off the hook. If their mom was screwing him -- and they sure as hell weren't playing hopscotch in Danny's room, not with that obscene racket -- then they were safe and home free. Unless her mother tried to pretend she was still outraged over her and Danny in the shower, and that her wild skirmish in Danny's bedroom never happened.
Just to protect herself, Jenny decided she ought to catch them in the act. It was her turn to be outraged. Besides, she was dying to see her mom in action with her brother, not to mention the fact that Danny had left her high and dry in the shower, her hot pussy primed feverishly and still aching.
Naked, the girl slipped out of her room and down the hall to her brother's. Softly, she turned the knob and crept into Danny's room, blinking her eyes in the semi-darkness.
She didn't recognize her mother at first. She saw a voluptuous naked brunette sitting astride her brother and riding his big prick with delirious swings of her ripe creamy ass, her head thrown back and deep lewd groans hissing from her throat. Talk about sexy!
Intensely aroused, Jenny padded over to the bed. She crawled onto it behind her mother and embraced her from the rear, clutching her panting hot tits in her fingers.
Donna froze in alarm at the sudden touch.
"It's me, Mom," Jenny whispered in her ear. "I want to be with you and Danny! Keep fucking, Mom, it's beautiful!"
"Yes, Jenny, YES!" Donna moaned, clutching her daughter's hands tighter to her heaving breasts. Maddeningly hot now that Jenny's soft tits were digging into her back and her moist pussy was lasciviously crushed to her sweating ass, Donna resumed fucking her son with savage abandon, thrashing her cunt blissfully.
Dan had seen his little sister enter the room but said nothing, knowing by now his mother's lust was at a frenzied pitch. Besides, her juicy slit was shooting such wild thrills along his rod he couldn't care less if the whole neighborhood tramped into his room.
The sight of her naked mother fucking her brother triggered a fierce hunger in the blonde schoolgirl, and she was coming from sheer depraved excitement now, grinding her soaked crotch to her mother's silky ass feverishly. Jenny sobbed, biting the nape of her mother's soft neck and squeezing her swollen tits passionately. One of her hands slid down to her mother's slippery cunt, finding her fat clitoris. Jenny began masturbating the bud, bringing delirious cries from Donna's lips.
Oh Lord, thought the madly excited brunette, I'm fucking my own son while my beautiful daughter is fingerfucking me and I'm so happy I could die! She began climaxing in shattering waves, her pussy slamming frantically on Dan's quivering rod, her head twisting around to find Jenny's lips. She snaked her tongue in her daughter's hot mouth with incoherent moans.
Suddenly Dan's prick grew brick hard, and he bit his lips to keep from shouting with excitement. He got his rocks off in a tremendous series of bursts, spattering into his mother's throbbing pussy with violence.
"MMMMMMMMM! AAAAAAAAGH! DANNY! JENNY! SWEET CHILDREN, COMMMMMINGOG! OOOOOOOOOH! SUCK YOU AH! FUCK YOU BOTH!"
Then Donna collapsed on the mattress beside her son, gulping for air, her loins pulsing with raw ecstasy. Quickly, Jenny climbed on top of her mother, crushing her tits to hers, sobbing as she French kissed her and squirmed her drenched cunt to her mother's burning crotch.
"Mom," she whispered urgently, "I wanna eat you! Want to suck your hot pussy off, Mom! Can I?"
"Both of us," panted Donna, squeezing her daughter's lush ass eagerly. "We'll sixty-nine, Jenny! Oh baby darling, you make me so hot! Quick, turn around and give me your little cunt! Hurry, baby!"
Beside them, Dan watched his tawny little sister and his sensuous mother lock their naked bodies in an obscene embrace, each digging into the other's soaked crotch. Deep whimpers and moans filled his room as Donna lashed into Jenny's tender sweet cunt with her ravenous tongue, her hands caressing the blonde's plump ass fervently. And Jenny, her first pussy eating thrills only hours behind her, strove eagerly to please her mother, using her tongue to gently whip her clit bud before digging it deep into her mother's boiling asshole.
For fifteen minutes they squirmed and writhed with lust crazed excitement as they came again and again into each other's mouths while Dan watched in lewd fascination. By the time they'd sated their hunger, he had another colossal hard-on.
"Golly, Mom, that was terrific!" Jenny sighed, her loins still rippling with ecstasy.
Donna got off the bed, still wildly aroused, not because she wasn't satisfied -- -- her cunt glowed hotly, purring with pleasure -- but because she couldn't keep her mind off her savage rape the night before, off the tremendously exciting spiked dildo. There was no possible way to describe the feeling to Jenny, she could only give it to her.
"Wait here," she whispered to her children. She padded across the hall, moving very quietly in her own bedroom so as not to wake her husband. She opened the closet door, groping on the top shelf where she'd hidden the paper sack earlier. Just as her fingers brushed the bag she knocked another box down and it crashed with agonizing loudness in the quiet room.
Her husband stirred. He leaned up on his elbow, peering around the room. Then the bedside lamp flooded the room with light.
He stared at his naked wife, frowning. "What's going on, Donna?"
Her face flushed and her tits panted with fear. "I-I couldn't sleep, John, so I-I was looking for something to read."
"We have a library downstairs," he said, puzzled. "Where's your nightgown?"
The brunette's mind raced desperately, groping for a half-sane explanation.
"Oh, I took a warm bath to relax," she stammered. "Yes, it's in the bathroom. And it's so warm I just forgot it. And -- well, I had an old book here in the closet I never finished reading from years ago, and well, you know, I just... decided to finish it." Her voice trailed off lamely. Christ, what a dumb excuse!
He nodded, yawning. "Okay, honey. Get your book while the light is on, so I can get some shuteye."
Trembling, Donna grabbed the paper bag and, holding her breath -- God, the sack looked like it had a massive salami in it, not a book! -- she started toward the door.
"Donna!"
She turned to face him, heart racing madly. "Yes, John?"
He frowned. "Put your robe on, honey. You don't want Dan to see you naked if he gets up."
"Oh, of course," she said in a shaking voice. Still clutching the bag as though it contained simmering dynamite, she went back to the closet, grabbed her robe, put the bag on the floor -- Don't look at the bag, she screamed silently at him, although it fell over heavily from the weight of the dildo -- slipped her robe on quickly, belted it, picked up the sack, which by now seemed to weigh a hundred pounds, and got to the door safely. She was halfway out when -- "Donna!"
She almost fainted this time. "Yes, John?"
He smiled affectionately at her. "Goodnight, sweetheart."
"G-Goodnight, darling."
Outside the door, she leaned against it, perspiration dripping down her shivering flesh. For almost five minutes she stood there, her ear pressed to the door listening for sounds. He was asleep again, thank God. He was a heavy sleeper, which was another saving grace because muffled groans and pants were coming from Dan's bedroom. Those sex crazy idiots!
She slipped into his room, swiftly closing the door behind her. They were fucking again, Jenny's legs wrapped tightly around her brother's waist, her cute ass bouncing furiously. Quickly, the brunette disrobed and strapped on the harness. She went over to the bed and tapped Dan on the shoulder. Rude or not, she had a mother's privilege. If this wild family affair continued, she'd damn well pull her rank.
"Get off!" she whispered urgently.
Dan gaped at his mother, his eyes bulging on the monstrous curved dildo. Of all the kinky tricks! As hot as he was, his enormous prick dripping with Jenny's cunt honey, his curiosity was even stronger. He climbed off his little sister and sat on the edge of the bed for a close up view.
"Mom!" Jenny cried. "What's that?"
"Shhhhhhhhh! Don't wake your father, for God's sake. It's -- well, it's a special thrill, Jenny, just for you."
The blonde's eyes widened with fear. "But, Mom, you can't possibly shove that-that giant up my pussy! You'll tear me up!"
"No, I'll be careful," Donna panted, mounting her daughter. She slipped a finger in Jenny's drenched cunt and smeared her flowing juices over the huge cock, while Jenny shivered with panic. Her mother was more than weird, she was nuts! Jesus, they had Danny's live prick right here beside them, big and boiling hot, so who needed -- who needed -- "Ooooooooooo! OOOOOOOOOH! M-MOM! W-WOWWWWWW!"
"Shhhhhhhh!" Donna whispered frantically. She shut Jenny up by crushing her mouth to her daughter's, Frenching her torridly as she cautiously eased more of the switched on monster into her tight slit. Jenny's eyes rolled wildly and her screams were caught in her mother's mouth, but she was going mad, absolutely nerve racking insane from the shattering thrills fearing through her cunt.
Mommy, Mommy, fuck meeeeee! her mind shrieked as the humming, enormous prick stung her tender pussy with incredible sensations, the quivering mounds exploding the nerves in her pussy flesh dangerously. Moaning in a frenzy, the blonde drew up her knees high and locked her ankles behind her mother's back. She swung her ass to a crazed rhythm, her fingernails clawing a road map of lust on Donna's flesh, her teeth biting her mother's lips deliriously.
Furiously excited, Donna clamped her hand over Jenny's mouth to stifle her lewd screams and began whispering in her ear: "Sweet little tits and pussy, your mommy loves you! She only wants to fuck you to make you happy, darling Jenny! Feels wonderful, doesn't it, angel? Soooo hot and wild in your juicy little cunt, ah, Jenny, Jenny, you're so sweet and yummy. Mommy wants to suck you off for breakfast, lick your delicious ass for lunch and have you come all over her face for dinner! Christ, you're so exciting, honey, I think -- I think I'm going to climax!"
Jenny was tugging fiercely at her hair now and shaking her head in a frenzy from side to side to vent her unbearable passion. She'd begun to spasm violently, gushing cunt honey in a small flood on the quivering dildo, her naked ass shuddering furiously.
Mommy, Mommy! she tried to scream against the clamping hand, I CAN'T STOP COMING! I'M GOING CRAZY BECAUSE I CAN'T STOP -- OOOOEEEEE! COMINGGGGGG!
Their hot slippery tits rubbed and thrashed together and Donna was coming too, tears of depraved ecstasy in her eyes as she fucked her daughter with savage lust, her fingers and lips tenderly loving, her hips brutally thrilling.
Watching intently, Dan couldn't take it any more. His wild, lush mother squirming her naked flesh to Jenny's sleek, tawny body spurred him into action. He crawled up on the bed behind his mother, kneeling upright between her thighs. He seized her burning ass cheeks and spread them, probing urgently with his cock head. He found her narrow anus, and taking a deep breath Dan slammed his searing meat deep, grunting with fierce pleasure as he pierced her tight slippery asshole.
Donna yelped, but her mind and flesh were already vividly recalling the intense pain and utter bliss of her last anal rape, only hours before by Al Langley. She knew the blazing pressure of her son's prick would soon spark fiery waves of ecstasy in her pussy, and in turn she drove the mammoth dildo with greater fury into her daughter's helpless cunt.
Now mother, son sand daughter writhed and heaved in a mass of groaning lust, an increasing din of wanton sobs and low screams and feverish gasps.
The neighborhood slept peacefully on, unaware of the bizarre orgy taking place in their classically All-American small town.
All slept but one. Across the hall John Moore abruptly woke up.
What woke John Moore up so violently was the simple fact that two and two make four. He'd been half asleep when his wife woke him earlier, but added to that was the realization that Donna had never lied to him, never. So deep was his trust that if she told him she was searching for an elephant in the closet he'd be prone to believe her.
But what sort of book took up a whole paper sack and was about a foot long -- and obviously round?
And her naked thighs were moist. Not just moist but smeared with shiny juice. A long round object in a paper sack and a soaked crotch. He wasn't half-asleep any more. He got up, baffled more than suspicious and went to look for her. He got as far as the hallway.
Frowning, he listened, staring at his son's door. John Moore was a basically honest, fair minded man who never leaped to conclusions. The distinct sounds he heard, in his own house and in his son's bedroom, struck him with the impact of a fist. It just wasn't possible, not his family.
Softly, he turned the knob and opened the door. In his pajamas, he slipped inside the room and quietly closed the door behind him. He stared at the depraved tangle of naked bodies on his son's bed, blinking his eyes, wondering if he were dreaming.
"Holy shit, Mom!" Dan gasped, his muscles rippling with sweat and his hard ass jerking powerfully as he drove his long rod deep into her asshole. "Gonna -- MMMMM! -- come! HOT LOVING ASS, MOM! WHEW! SHIT, I-I'M GONNA SHOOT!"
A tremendous wave of rage and shock swept through John Moore's rugged body. He continued to watch in stunned anger as his wife fucked his daughter with what appeared to be a giant artificial cock, while his son raped his wife's naked ass.
Taking a deep shaking breath, be reached out his hand and flicked the light switch. The instant the room flooded with bright light the three of them froze, like a still picture of incredible obscenity, their lustful faces fixed forever in his mind in a frame of startled shock.
"D-Dad!" his son managed to gasp. Blinking her eyes, Donna twisted her head around to stare at him with a ghastly white face. Jenny's angelic face had an expression of horrified lust and fear.
"Explain it!" he said, trembling with fury.
"EXPLAIN THIS FILTH AT ONCE!"
Quickly, Dan slipped his still erect prick out of his mother's asshole and hurried off the bed, draping a towel around his waist. He avoided his father's eyes, his cock going down like a pricked balloon. They'd had it, all of them.
Her heart racing with panic, Donna climbed off Jenny, feeling grotesquely shamed with the immense dildo hovering out, its bright red mass covered with her daughter's pussy juice. She groped for words, but nothing came out. How in the hell could you explain something like this? If she started telling him about, the package on her doorstep yesterday morning it would sound ridiculous, completely unbelievable.
It was Jenny who saved them, quick witted, infinitely cunning Jenny.. The slowly got off the bed and walked over to her father, noticing that in spite of his crimson faced rage, his eyes betrayed a flicker of lust as they swept briefly over her nakedness.
"It's my fault, Daddy," she whispered with tears in her eyes. "All my fault. Daddy, I have to talk with you in private for a minute -- please? Just for a minute?"
She could see him melting a little. After all, she was his darling angel, his fierce pride and joy, and she'd been manipulating him since she was old enough to realize he adored her over everyone else.
He glared at his wife, who simply stood there red faced. "You're supposed to be her mother. Can't you talk, dammit?"
"Daddy, please!" sobbed Jenny, seizing his hand, her mind clicking like a computer. Once she got him alone she could bring it off, she knew she could. She could save all their asses and keep the family together. "Come on, Daddy, just for a minute!"
She tugged at his hand desperately and, still seething with shock and rage, he let himself be led into her room. Trembling, Jenny locked her door.
"Put something on!" her father snapped. He felt a stab of anger at himself now because he couldn't keep his eyes off her golden, velvety tits and soft naked curves. And his cock was responding with a hot tingle in spite of herself.
Jenny immediately went into her daddy's little angel act, tears brimming in her eyes, her face pathetically sorry. "Just-just sit here, Daddy, and hold me, hold me! I'm so ashamed, so awfully sorry, Daddy. Please!"
She pulled him over to her bed and he stiffly sat on the edge as Jenny scrambled onto his lap and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as she'd done hundreds of times in the past, snuggling up to him. Innocently then.
Only this time her plump ass squirmed lewdly on his groin and her naked tits dug hard into his chest. She sniffled, staring sorrowfully into his eyes, melting him like butter.
"Oh Daddy, Daddy, I wish you'd never seen that! It was all my crazy idea, honest! I-I -- some boys at the drive-in movie forced me to smoke marijuana and I went out of my mind!"
"Those little bastards," he hissed. "Who were they?"
"It doesn't matter, Daddy." She licked her ripe lips and wriggled her hot ass harder, feeling his huge prick begin to stiffen hotly in his pajamas. "That horrible thing Mommy was wearing, I gave it to her -- I found it in the bushes near school a month ago, and tonight while you were asleep, I-I begged Mommy and Danny to-to..."
She burst into tears and showered kisses on his face, rubbing her tits lasciviously into his chest. He'd find out the truth later on, but hell, now was all that mattered. Once she got him roped in, what excuse would he have for condemning her mother and brother?
"There, there," her father said hoarsely, his meat throbbing with furious power against her soft hot ass. He had no idea she'd grown into such a luscious big girl, sexier than her mother was. Jesus, if he weren't her own father!
Her steaming pussy juice was soaking his crotch now, his cock surging eagerly through his thin pajamas, pushing with urgency against her ass.
"I never even wanted sex with Danny or Mommy," Jenny sniffled, knowing she had him now from the feel of his blazing big prick. "I have a terrible confession to make, Daddy. It was you I wanted -- ever since I could remember!" Her voice dropped to a husky whisper and her eyes shone on his fiercely. "You, Daddy! I used to dream you were my lover and we'd make beautiful passionate love, with your tremendously big penis shoving so deep inside me, thrilling me, loving me..."
"Jenny," he said hoarsely, "honey, don't -- you're -- it's wrong, it's obscene."
"You, Daddy, always your big cock in my dreams, your loving hands on my titties, your strong arms around me!"
Instinct told her he was now beyond the point of no return, and quickly she reached down and slipped her hand into the fly of his pajamas, grabbing his hot pounding meat in her fingers. She whipped it out and began jerking it lewdly, kissing him on the lips with feverish lust.
John Moore groaned and his hands went to his daughter's hot silky tits, squeezing and rubbing furiously. Deep in his mind he felt what every father with a beautiful young daughter secretly felt at one time or another in their lives, pushing it hastily back when it leaped out, hiding it, pretending it wasn't there. But it stayed there, smoldering in its cage like a blazing eyed animal of fury, waiting, hoping, dreaming.
And now it leaped out with repressed vengeance as Jenny swung around to face her father, a knee on each side of his lap. Her boiling cunt hovered over the red crown of his rod while she frenched him passionately. Moaning, she teased her pussy flesh with his dick head for a minute, wetting it down, firing his soaring lust.
Then she slid down on his long thick prick with a joyful scream.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" she sobbed, slamming her juicy slit up and down on his shaft with wild delight. "FUCK ME, DADDY! YOUR BIG PRICK UNNNF! BEAUTIFUL, DADDY, BEAUTIFUL!"
"Jenny, oh Jesus, Jenny," he groaned, stunned at the silken, luscious tightness of her little pussy wriggling madly on his rod. "Baby -- Mmmmmm! -- sweet Jenny YOUR -- AAAAAH! -- YOUR CUNT! SO HOT, DARLING! DARLING JENNY, SWEET CUNT, UNF!"
The secret flashes of lust John Moore had thrust back into the tiny cage of his mind, brief intensely obscene, violently exciting, all were nothing compared to the reality of his golden skinned, ripely curved young daughter in the flesh. She was kissing and biting and clawing him with all her velvety wet heat, fucking his big throbbing meat with delirious excitement, her wildly sucking cunt imploring him to shoot great gushes of hot cream inside her.
Outside Jenny's bedroom door, Donna listened intently, heaving long sighs of relief, her naked body shivering with the release of horror and suspense.
"What's happening?" Dan hissed beside her. "What's she saying, Mom?"
"It's-it's going to be all right, Danny," she sighed, sagging against the wall. "Everything is going to be okay, Son."
"You mean -- they're screwing?" he asked incredulously.
"Very strenuously, I would say," she smiled. "Darling, darling Jenny. She's brilliant, she's got the nerve of a lion and the wildest mouth I've ever... met."
"Not to mention her pussy," Dan grinned. He stepped close to his mother, pinning her against the wall, rubbing her panting tits to his hard chest. His prick nudged her wet pulsing cunt.
"Listen, Mom, I never finished, you know? I'm still hotter than hell. Let's go back to my room."
"No."
"What?" His face fell.
"I said no. Not in your room, right here, Son. Against the wall. Like this."
The hot breasted brunette whirled around and placed her palms against the wall of Jenny's bedroom. She spread her legs wide and dug her heels into the carpet, weaving her ass lasciviously. "My asshole is all fired up, just like you left it, Danny. Finish what you started. Fuck my ass hard."
Dan quickly pierced her slippery anus again with his swollen rod and began driving his meat deep into her hot bowels. Donna shuddered with bliss, listening to her husband and daughter gasp and moan as they savagely fucked in the next room. It was working out, she thought happily, the whole shocking bizarre mess was working itself out beautifully. They'd always had a close knit family and this would bring them closer than ever, so close they were literally inside each other.
While her brawny son pounded her buttocks relentlessly with his huge rod, Donna swung her ass in a fever of joy, knowing how risky it would be.
This was a rigid, conservative little town, with narrow views and inflexible rules. If any of their neighbors or friends ever found out about the arrangement... Well, hell, they'd face that disaster when it happened. And with Jenny's newly discovered wildness and Dan's reckless sex appeal, and her own rising, insatiable hunger for bizarre new thrills, sooner or later disaster would come storming in.
"Coming, Mom!" Dan grunted, spurting his jism in wild torrents to sting, her asshole. "LOVE YOUR BIG ASS, MOM!"
"Yesssss, SHOOT IT DEEP, SON, FUCK IT -- OOOO! -- HARD!"
At the same time in Jenny's bedroom, the blonde was thrashing with a fierce orgasm as her father's load burst in her sucking pussy, showering frenzied bites and kisses on his lips. Mother, son father, daughter, all four of them, climaxed in perfect unison while the neighborhood slept peacefully on...
When Dan slipped his rod out, he thanked his mother and slapped her playfully on the ass, just a little too hard.
Donna whirled on him, her eyes gleaming wildly. "Spank-me-whip -- mmmmmm -- fast," she hissed. "What?" Dan's mouth dropped open.
Dazed, the lush brunette shook her head. "It's-it's a long strange story, Danny. Someday I'll tell you about it. You might not believe it, Son."
And the whole lust crazed episode began with an innocent box sitting on her doorstep. Donna wondered what the mad Langleys were doing at this moment.
At five in the morning, Georgia Langley lay sleeping in bed, her tongue lewdly licking her lips from time to time with her dream.
Her husband sat naked in the living room, sipping a drink while he wrote furiously on his work pad. Suddenly he flung the pad aside. It'll work! he thought feverishly. Every equation, every precise calculation was perfect. The solution was logical and devastatingly simple.
If he couldn't make his cock larger, then why not make women's pussies smaller? He had it now, the ultimate control, the perfect programming process for shrinking cunts on command!
Beautiful, Al thought happily as he hurried into the kitchen. He'd call his program Creative Cunt Control, and he'd write a fascinating paper on it. He'd test his brilliant theory out right now. Opening the refrigerator, he filled a bowl with ice cubes. Then he searched the cupboards frantically for his other vital ingredient. Finally he settled on a can of beef ravioli, heating them up in a pot quickly.
He strode into the bedroom with a bowl of ice cubes in one hand and a plate of steaming hot ravioli in the other. He placed his two ingeniously inspired tools on the bedside table. Then he woke up his wife, shaking her harshly.
"What? What!" Georgia sat up, dazed, blinking her eyes.
"Listen, honey," Al said excitedly. "I've got it, the ultimate solution. Gonna test it out right now!"
Georgia began to shiver with alarm. Every time Al got a new theory to test, she had to be the guinea pig.
"What-what is it?" she whispered.
"Works like this, see? I can program your pussy to either tighten up fantastically in a split second, or to expand and relax completely. As quick as it takes to snap my fingers, just on a one word command."
"Oh God," Georgia sighed, spotting the ravioli and ice cubes on the table. She gulped. "How, Al?"
"Exceedingly simple, my dear. Cold contracts, heat expands, right? Now what I do is insert an ice cube into your pussy," -- he ignored his wife's horrified cry -- "and it tightens up instantly, see? But whenever I do that, I shout the word 'contract'. So after a while you associate the ice cube in your pussy with the word 'contract'. Then after a while I no longer need the ice cubes. All I do is say 'contract' and your cunt will snap tighter than a banker's wallet. Simple Pavlovian theory, my dear. Works every time."
"Oh," Georgia said weakly. "What-what about the ravioli?"
"Oh those," he said casually. "Well, after I pull out the ice cube it will take too much time for your frozen pussy to thaw, see? So I immediately insert a hot ravioli. Naturally, your cunt will expand from the sudden heat. At the same time I shove the ravioli in I shout 'expand'. And your pussy will instantly relax and expand. Then, like the ice cubes, once you are conditioned, I no longer need the ravioli, just the simple command 'expand'! Do you realize how fantastically effective this technique will be? Once I condition a pussy like this, all I have to do is say 'contract' or 'expand' and I have complete control over that pussy! Complete control! It will suck at full power automatically at my command!"
"Oh Jesus," Georgia whispered. "I know you're a genius, Al, but can't you find someone else to test this theory on? I'm so tired, honey."
"This will wake you up, I guarantee it. Okay, knees drawn up, pussy exposed. Now this won't take long, Georgia, have faith in me. Someday the world will recognize me -- I mean us -- and we'll get what we deserve, I assure you."
"I hate to think what that might be," Georgia muttered, drawing up her knees and spreading her thighs. She shut her eyes tight and braced herself. Using precise, mathematical movements, Al plunged an ice cube up her cunt and Georgia screamed.
"Contract! Contract!" he shouted.
"Contract shit!" his wife cried. "My cunt is frozen stiff!"
"I'll fix it, baby." He pulled the melting ice cube out and inserted a hot ravioli, which was followed by another agonized scream while Al shouted "Expand! Expand!"
A torturous, exhausting hour later, Al told his shattered wife the conditioning process should be complete. Georgia sobbed hysterically, not knowing whether her ravaged pussy was frozen or melted, but suspecting for the first time her husband might be a raving lunatic instead of a genius.
"Okay, the final test," Al said, excitedly.
"NOOOOOOO!" she screamed, cringing in bed.
"Al, no more ice cubes or ravioli, honey. I mean we're gonna screw so I can find out if you're properly conditioned."
"My pussy is so Goddamn numb a herd of bulls could screw me and I wouldn't know the difference," she sobbed.
Al mounted her and once he got his hard-on firmly in, he snapped, "Contract!" Instantly, Georgia's cunt gripped his cock in a fierce vise, reflexing automatically. "Expand!" Al shouted, "For Chrissake expand!"
It took her three or four painful seconds to relax and expand her cunt walls. Over-conditioning, Al thought, nothing that couldn't be corrected in future tests. But it was working! His magnificent program for Creative Cunt Control was working!
He began screwing her cautiously, thrilled with triumph each time he snapped a command and her pussy responded like a trained dog. Jesus, there was incredible potential here! He'd use the ice cubes and ravioli on her asshole next time, gain complete control over that too.
Then it happened.
Al was happily fucking away when he snapped "Contract!" and his wife's cunt automatically locked savagely on his prick. "Expand!" he cried.
And nothing happened.
"Expand! Expand! Expand, Goddammit!"
Still nothing happened. Al struggled and wrenched and labored but her pussy was securely locked on his rod. And then he knew what had happened: it was the dreaded vaginismus! It occurred commonly in dogs in heat, but only rarely in humans. Georgia began to cry helplessly, but Al told her harshly to shut up. There was only one thing to do.
He called the emergency number of the local hospital. He explained the situation, trying to ignore the hysterical giggles on the other end of the line as he was passed from nurse to doctor to more doctors, all of them listening in on extensions. He told them to send someone over right away with a knockout shot for his wife, Thorazine preferably. Once she'd passed out he could slip his cock out, of course.
Of course, hell, a doctor told him, chuckling. It wasn't that easy. The spasm was in her vaginal muscles, which didn't always respond to sedation like other muscles. They would send out an ambulance and bring them both back to the hospital for further examination.
There was no other way, the doctor flatly told him after a furious argument. Sweating as he still tried to wrench his trapped rod free, Al finally agreed.
He knew what they were doing, the crude bastards. Just like they used to roll pussy locked couples in an open cart in Paris so the public could jeer at them, they were humiliating him -- he, Al Langley, a fucking genius! The founder of Advanced Sexual Programming and Creative Cunt Control gritted his teeth as he heard the siren approaching, waking the whole fucking neighborhood for miles around.
Snickering violently, two attendants, two doctors and two nurses showed up -- half the Goddamn hospital, Al thought with rage -- poked and examined and giggled before finally transferring the two of them to a stretcher. They were kind enough to cover their faces along with their bodies with a blanket as they stepped out of the house, toward the ambulance.
That's when Al discovered his mistake. The ratio!
Wildly excited, he threw back the blanket to expose their naked locked bodies. He sat up, shouting: "It was the ratio, the fucking ratio! I should have used two ravioli for every ice cube! One ice cube followed by two ravioli! Twice as much heat per cold units, you see?"
Dozens of curious neighbors were milling around when the ambulance approached. Now they, looked on in astonishment. They always knew those Langleys were crazy, but this!
"Listen to me!" Al clutched a doctor's sleeve, his face frantic. "One ice cube to contract the vaginal muscles, followed by two hot ravioli, left in twice as long! It'll work. Creative Cunt Control works! You understand?"
"Of course, of course," the doctor said soothingly. The other doctor moved rapidly forward with a hypodermic needle in his hand. Halfway to the hospital Al was in a deep sleep, while his wife sobbed with humiliation.
"Creative Cunt Control, huh?" one doctor said, shaking his head with a grin. "This one goes to the Psych Ward when they're pried apart, for a week's observation at least."
"Wait!" Georgia cried. "He's a genius! He did invent Creative Cunt Control! He has complete control over my pussy..."
"Of course, of course," the doctor said soothingly and the other doctor moved in with another hypo. Twenty seconds later she was asleep too.
"They both go to the Psych Ward," the first doctor said. "Never saw anything like this before. Never."
One of the nurses, a stacked, dark haired girl with sultry lips poked around in her purse, as if looking for cigarettes. She peeked again at the colored Polaroid pictures she'd stolen from the top of the bedroom dresser. Christ, they were obscene -- and fantastically exciting! A beautiful, creamy skinned brunette going down on Mrs. Langley with ravenous fury. And then being brutally fucked by her, with a gigantic curved dildo, her face etched with savage passion.
The brunette looked familiar! She'd seen her somewhere, around town, in the hospital perhaps. Sooner or later the nurse would run across her in a small town like this. She'd never made it with a girl herself, but the brunette looked so damn sexy and stacked, so passionate.
The nurse closed her purse and stared at Al Langley on the stretcher and wondered. Suppose he wasn't crazy but a genius, like his wife said? Suppose he did actually invent something called Creative Cunt Control? A hot, rising curiosity stirred in her blood.
Because if he could invent Creative Cunt Control, maybe he could invent Creative Cock Control. The idea of controlling long, throbbing pricks by remote control or whatever method he used fascinated her, excited her tremendously. She would definitely look Langley up as soon as he got out of the Psych Ward.
