The human mind abounds with weaknesses, particularly weaknesses of the flesh. Jackson Robard, in his inimitable manner, has given us in The Lecherous Woman a vivid and most psychologically disturbing insight into just how true this age old axiom really is. No man is immune from these carnal weaknesses, nor is any woman, and Mr. Robard, in all his candor, leads us skillfully into the forbidden world of the lecher (ess), the pedophiliac, and the most frowned upon taboo of Natural Law, incest.
In the days before sex was considered suitable for scientific investigation, all thinking about it was dominated by certain assumptions derived mainly from religious teachings.
These assumptions were many, but one in particular, elaborated into a dogma called Natural Law. Accordingly, it was determined that the only normal function of sexuality was procreation, and once the dogma was established it became necessary to label even common sexual practices abnormal and immoral because they were believed to represent a turning away from Natural Law. Later, these practices became known as "perversions", and as might be expected, the list of "perversions" was a long one.
Today's scientific investigation of sexual behavior lends little support to the dogma of Natural Law. Indeed, the more scientific study made, the clearer it becomes that such concepts are absurdly naive, misleading and, in the long run, concluding that if the acts labeled "perverse" are in fact "perverse", then "perversion" is as common as "natural" sex. For few are the men and women who confine their sexual behavior to exclusively procreative contacts.
Interpreting man to himself must surely be one of the greatest rewards of being a novelist. Any reader who has been faced with these or similar problems, either in himself or in someone close to him, needs to know that he is not alone. Others before and many after will follow the same paths. Written between the lines of this book is an awareness of basic humanity and its adjustment to changing circumstances. The sexual variant needs to know that he is not necessarily condemned, that both help and understanding are available.
The underlying strata of truth that Mr. Robard's skilled pen probes in this work will do more than leave the reader wondering...it will leave him hoping, for there is a better way, as every fervent soul of the young generation continues to shout at the top of his lungs!
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER 1
Linda Farley felt very much like the lecher that she was, providing the feminine gender could be labeled as lecherous, and that was a matter of grammatical interpretation when one spoke correctly, she remembered, the ridiculous thought drawing an intoxicating smile to her generous mouth. If there was anything at that particular moment that she was not willing to involve herself with, it was her ever-fading knowledge of the rhetoric; that she could well leave to the politicians.
With confidence, she eased the new Caddy around the bend of the graded dirt road, not really hurrying, knowing that she had left in plenty of time. Keith had kept the station-wagon, giving her, Paul, and Kim, and the use of the luxurious chariot she maneuvered so easily, a typical thoughtful ness of her not-yet two-year married husband, while he remained in San Marco Point conducting the jewelry business he had spent decades building, and she, with his children, enjoyed the fruits of his labor at their summer place on Lake Monica.
What a beautiful man he was...at a handsome fiftyish age when men who were, knew it, and proved it...yet, at the same time were not beyond pouring out their heart and their failings. Keith had done that...unburdened himself in one revealing sentence, begging for her help...which, in essence, was probably why they were there in June rather than July.
Although she didn't dwell upon it, there was a certain amount of satisfaction in knowing that she was not the only lecherous member of their team, and his...his was banned by all measure of righteousness; still, she understood.
Kim was a beautiful girl...not ordinarily beautiful, but spectacularly, enticingly beautiful, and she was only fifteen...his own daughter!
Linda smiled to herself, tugging at her little miniskirt to allow more leg-room as she eased along the road. She felt tremendously secure. She was even driving on their very own private roadway that led from the highway to the cottage. Only Reed Jarvis and his family lived on their land at the mouth of the road...Reed Jarvis! God, the thought of him could give one tremors!
It was a name she had heard numerous times...Reed Jarvis...Keith had often spoken of him in admiration of sorts, then went on to say that he looked after his place near Cold Spring. Presently, he with his twin sons, was clearing the land adjacent to the cottage in preparation for the ell that Keith wanted built on to it. That very morning, she had said to him: "Save that small pine, will you, Mr. Jarvis? It's beautiful. It'll make welcome shade.. . . "
"If the Lord wills it, Mrs. Farley, it will stand!" he had boomed, his resonant voice like thunder.
And she had said no more...merely stared at him, then, quietly slipped away.. . .
Now, at that very moment, she was planning to seduce his young teen-aged son! Cod, the utter audacity of it, she thought, trying to comprehend the extent of her own brazen assurance...for what else was it if not that? Plain lust? Yes...plain lust...but a diversionary lust, and she was thankful for it! She would not, absolutely would not, try to seduce her own stepson Paul! That had been her secret vow and she would adhere to it!
God! It made no difference anyway, did it? As long as they were young and vibrant, with hard, virile penises that she could suck down into the depths of her throat and taste their sperm...their young fresh cum.. . ! The ultimate...their screaming moment of youthful ejaculation! And that was her depraved curse, the uncontrollable perversion that kept her venerably teetering on the brink of disaster!
A week past, she had reached the deniable age of thirty; her long raven hair, ivory-like complexion, and statuesque symmetrical proportions belied the truth. Linda was not unaware of her sensuous beauty...in fact, hadn't she used it tormentingly enough among the male factions of their circle of friends and neighbors...? Yes, and paid the price, too...but she didn't want to think of that horrible night, not at this beautiful moment of sexual anticipation..!
Both were such handsome boys...Birt and Garth Jarvis...identical twins of perhaps fifteen, muscular, young blond adonises, and she hardly cared which one came along. The presence, or absence, of the scar on Garth's cheek would identify him to her, and there was little doubt but what her planned ruse was going to work, at least, in the first stage. The rest, as always, would be a test of her seductive capabilities, and sometimes, that she enjoyed as much as the aggressive seducement itself.
Since their own arrival at the cottage two days past, and finding the father and sons there working, Linda had felt the undeniable urge building inside her. While her stepdaughter and son spent their time on the beach, she had lain around languorously, decorating the screened veranda in her skimpy bikini, watching and studying the two handsome boys' every move, the adolescent desire in their glancing eager eyes assuring her that conquest was possible, yet at the same time she couldn't help but cringe before the blazing glare of their father's massive, bearded expression when it occasionally fell upon her. The giant of a man truly frightened her; still, she had refused to let his fierceness thwart her scheme.
It had quickly become apparent that each day one of the boys took their pickup truck and drove to their home once around ten o'clock in the morning and again around two-thirty in the afternoon. The purpose of the trips, Linda had decided, was to pick up their noon lunches and in the afternoon to drive Jenny, their year-older sister, into Cold Spring for shopping and the like. It was the afternoon trip that she had decided would be the more feasible and allow the most time for what she had in mind...
And presently, Linda thought, that moment was at hand. She brought the Caddy to a near-stop on the shoulder of the road some fifty yards from the narrow logging tributary that turned off into the wood. A glance in the rearview mirror showed no sign of the truck as yet, A ripple of licentious excitement agitated her belly. She opened the door and stepped out, the warm rustle of the California breeze playing with her long titan tresses, the silent hush of the countryside adding to her aroused electrification. Unhesitantly, she then set about letting the air from the left front tire. . . .
* * *
Jenny Jarvis had decided to walk up the back way along the logging road and meet her brother; it was such a beautiful day and she loved to stroll alone through the wood. Besides, she needed its therapeutic aid. She had left the house and the drudgery of its wearisome atmosphere early to allow herself leisure time for this singular enjoyment her narrow, father-dominated existence allowed, and once inside the tunnel-like shadows of the stately, whispering trees her somber mood, as always, quickly brightened.
She was a fetchingly attractive girl at sixteen, the inexpensive and shapeless clothes her puritanical father expected her to wear unable to conceal her firm, curvaceous young body. Secretly, of course, she always performed alterations with needle and thread here and there, taking in the bodice and waist, and shortening the hemline as much as she dared. It always surprised her that he never seemed to reprimand her, for certainly he noticed...the way she would sometimes catch him looking at her...especially if he'd had more than his usual amount of hard cider...
Unlike her brothers who had inherited their mother's Nordic fairness, Jenny had the auburn hair and slightly freckled complexion of her father, an almost rust-colored wealth of lengthy locks that ovaled her face and tumbled about her shoulders and back. She saw the world through avid and ash-rimmed, emerald-green eyes...romantic and hopeful eyes that were only dulled by the inbred fear of her narrow-praying, apocalyptic, ill-tempered father.
She hardly remembered her mother who had died ten years before in that very same bleak little house, but what Jenny did recall of that beautiful woman was in direct contrast to what her father would have her and her brothers believe...that their mother had taken poison rather than face a life of God-fearing, honest poverty with him and her children...and it was during his cider-indulgent sprees that he dwelled the most on the subject, spewing his Biblical fire-and-brimstone at the three of them, as if he suspected them of some illicit or incestual evil, while his flaming eyes raked over her voluptuous budding young body with a gross-ness that she could never understand...until finally he would go to the town of Boswell for several days...
In truth, she sometimes severely reproved herself for letting her own secret passionate desires run away with her...when the tiny tingles would come alive up between her legs and she would find herself in the darkness of her room gently stroking the moist and sensitive pink flesh inside her tight young vaginal slit...stroking and caressing in narcissistic excitement until the tremendous rushing release came over to her... But it was not a common habit, and of late she had forced herself to control it, her walks through the wood helping whenever she felt the satanic urge, which was one of the reasons she had left the house early to meet whichever of the twins who would come to drive her into Cold Spring...and already she had begun to feel a lessening of her tensions.
The narrow, two-rutted logging road swept in a continuous arc from the rear of her father's house to the private Farley road some quarter of a mile in distance, the small patch of wood a haven for birds and little animals, and Jenny ambled leisurely along enjoying it all. She would be all right now, she knew, at least until tonight in the privacy of her bed, and then she would have to exercise super-restraint again. , . .
Hello...! What was that...?
Jenny stopped short at the sight of the tan automobile parked beside the private road as she began to emerge from the wood. It was the Farley car, the big beautiful limousine that Paul and Kim, whom she had met the afternoon before in Cold Spring, had been driving...and that was Mrs. Farley hunched down near the left front wheel....What was she doing...? A flat tire, maybe...? But no... Whatever in the world...? She seemed to be letting the air from it.. . !
Curiously, Jenny moved close to the concealing protection of a large elm to watch, the mental reflection of Paul Farley reminding her of his pleasing handsomeness. He couldn't be much over seventeen and was just home from Europe where he had been studying painting, his lovely sister had said while she clung to his arm. The latter display of affection had surprised her, mostly, she supposed, because her father would look on it as a blatant sign of a depraved relationship. Now, as she watched Mrs. Farley straighten up and smile to herself down at the useless wheel, it occurred to Jenny that she was as strikingly lovely as her golden-haired stepdaughter... Obviously, she was not her real mother, she was too young-appearing herself.. . maybe twenty-five or so...and Jenny had seen Mr. Farley when he had come to their house right after buying the cottage to ask her father to look after it for him. Lord, he was old enough, it seemed, to be this woman's father.. . !
Whatever in the world she was up to, it made no sense to Jenny, and she decided to remain hidden until it did...
* * *
Linda didn't have long to wait before the red pickup made its appearance. She assumed a stance of hands-on-hips disgust and stood glaring down at the flattened tire as the small truck approached at an ever decreasing speed. Then, she looked up and with a warm smile greeted the blond-headed boy with the open shirt who quickly jumped out from the stopped vehicle. She saw no facial scar; it was Birt.
"Trouble, Mrs. Farley...? "
"Wouldn't you know...a flat tire, and miles from anything," Linda said. "Lord, am I glad to see you! I'm completely at loss about such things... "
The fair-skinned boy offered a shy, flushed-cheek grin, "No problem if you have a spare, ma'am," he said, joining her to look down at the tire diagnostically. "Probably picked up a nail.
. . . Do you have a spare...? "
My God, he was a desirable young boy! Linda thought, her striking, sultry eyes devouring his youthful masculinity at close range, while she held out her slender hands in a palms-up gesture of helplessness. "Honestly, I don't know, Birt," she said, purposely using his name for its intimate shock value and the little light that had flickered in his pale-blue eyes advised her that he was pleased at being readily identified.
"I-I'm sure there is one," he stammered, rubbing the palms of his hands against the faded levis covering his strong young thighs. "Y-You just take it easy and I'll have it changed in a couple of minutes... "
Momentarily, Linda stood by in silence, watching him take over with confidence. With her keys, he opened the truck and found the spare, while the excitement increased inside her at his every movement. She was hardly conscious of the tiny lecherous smile playing about her lush lips, or the mounting expressive gleam in her eyes as they dwelt upon the powerfully developing muscles of his tanned arms below the completely cutaway sleeves of his open shirt. Then, when he lifted out the wheel, she saw the golden thatch of hair beneath his arm, the erotic sight causing additional fermentations to race through her.
"You're a darling to do this for me, Birt," she said, her words immediately causing his handsome young face to blush once more. "Maybe...maybe I can do something to repay you... "
"H-Heck...that isn't necessary, Mrs. Farley," he managed, rolling the tire past her, then hustling back for the jack. "Pa would sure be angry at me if I didn't," he said; then, looking up at her, he quickly added; "Though, that isn't the reason...I mean, well I'm happy to be of help to you...like this, that is . . . . "
Linda couldn't help but smile broadly at his embarrassment. "I know exactly what you mean, Dear . . . " She paused dramatically for a moment. "But.. . do you know what I mean...?
Again, he looked ftp at her from his kneeling position, his childlike clean face blank at first, its expression of baffled wonderment reminding her that he was just a boy, and in her lust for him she was moving too fast...
Suddenly, he took the rock in his hand and imbedded it in the sandy shoulder, placing the jack-base on top of it. He worked industriously, not looking at her, levering the left front of the car skillfully into the air...
But with every passing moment, Birt's mind was receiving his full, if confused, reasoning powers. His skilled young hands performed their tasks automatically, while his mental capacities labored diligently over her words.
What the devil had she meant? The look in her eyes...that hungry sexy smile on her pretty face...and if he turned around again he knew he would be looking right up in under that tiny skirt she was wearing, because he just had! Cripes! He'd seen the soft white flesh of her thighs above her nylons, and the tiny puffed out wisp of thin white panties covering her pubic hair! She had to know it, too! God, Pa would kill him if he ever...!
"Tell me, Dear, is your father as strict as he appears?" he heard her question softly.
Birt didn't avert his fixed eyes from the lug-nuts he was spinning onto their bolts, but he answered her. "Pa has his own viewpoints on things...and yes, they're strict."
"Does he allow you to go out with girls...or Jenny to go out with boys?"
That brought his head around and she was that close that again he looked right up her tiny skirt at all of her erotic loveliness before he could tear his eyes away and force them upward onto her beautiful face. "Pa doesn't believe in that sort of thing. He says...says it's an evil society's way of tempting the youth of our great country away from the ways of the Lord." He couldn't help the bitterness he felt in his sudden emotional strain, and he added through partially clenched teeth: "He believes it's all a communist plot to destroy the United States and depose God amongst his faithful!"
Linda felt his rancor deeper than she ever would have anticipated. She had been right about the massive man with the reddish and flowing mane of white-streaked reddish hair! He was a fanatic...to be feared more than pitied! But...but she wasn't about to let him thrust his unknowing, unseeing eyes of vindictive wrath into the heart of her seductive plans! The words alone of this delicious young boy were enough to let her know he was ready...and what was more, she would stake her life that he was still a virgin! God! What a fulfilling possession he was going to add to her list of youthful conquests...!
"Do you believe these things, Birt dear?" she spoke softly down at him.
He couldn't think of words to answer her. He was still on his knees by choice, the tire repaired, but from his position he could without effort see the narrowing portion of her smooth white panties that snugly encased her cunt and pubic hair up between her beautifully shaped legs. True, he had accidentally caught glimpses of Jenny without her bra, or in the bath and seen the frizzy little hair starting to grow between her legs, but that was different! Jenny was his sister!
But this beautiful married woman...whatever she was...maybe even a daughter of Satan as Pa said...was leading him toward something his physical body wanted and needed! Cripes, he was human, wasn't he...?
Slowly, he got to his feet and Linda moved close to take his hand. "You darling...both of you...your brother and yourself, I'm going to be your girlfriend. You need me, baby, need me bad before you destroy your whole life." she said, knowing that every suggestive word she spilled into his ear was having its effect, the salacious sensations pouring through her stabbing like bolts of lightning up between her thighs. God, she had never known such a perfectly enchanting seduction.
"Put everything away, Darling. Then, we'll go down that little road there...Will it be all right...? "
"There...there's a place to park," Birt heard himself reply, his cock twitching into final hardness in his pants. He started to say more but then she saw the movement inside his Levi's and edged close until her pointed breasts were brushing his naked chest. He watched her hand lower, yet as it touched him there even with the material between, he realized that he'd never imagined such a jolt of utter excitement. And then, she leaned down and kissed him wetly on the mouth.
"You lead the way, lover...I'll follow," she said, her breath like some sweet something he had never even imagined...!
* * *
In the beginning, when Birt had first driven up, Jenny had been little more than confused. Mrs. Farley was pretending she had a flat-tire But why, the sixteen year old girl could not imagine. It hardly made sense to let the air out of your own tire...Unless...? Oh God!
Jenny had blended herself closer against the body of the tree. She watched, barely catching words, but relying more on their actions. Something mysterious was taking place in the immediate realm of her existence! Dear heavenly Lord! Pa would kill him if...if.. . ! But that was ridiculous! Birt would never...or...or would he? Birt. . . Garth...were they much different then she, herself, when they were alone in their room at night?
Momentarily, she wondered...
Birt rose to his feet and Mrs. Farley moved close to him. The car blotted out two-thirds of them, but not her teasing kiss!
Jenny dug her nails into the palms of her hand. Something forbidden...something evil was going to happen! She watched both climb into their vehicles, then Birt drive the truck out around her car, leading the way and turning onto the logging road. Like a shadow, Jenny clung to the tree, as Mrs. Farley followed and Birt led the way to the ravine, turning in and stopping the truck motor. Then, Mrs. Farley did the same beside him, and Jenny could see Birt leave the pickup and walk to Mrs. Farley's car!
In her young lifetime, Jenny had never known such a feeling of fascinated apprehension. Something awful, terrible, erotically beautiful, was about to take place before her very eyes, and she wondered if she would be able to cope with it...wondered, as she moved like a squirrel from tree to tree, what her reactions would be when she saw it happen...for truly, it was going to!
* * *
When he climbed into the car, he said, "I don't have much time, Mrs. Farley. I'm...I'm supposed to take Jenny for shopping in Cold Spring! Cripes, what'll I say to her?"
"Tell her you were out with your girlfriend, Darling.. . or would you rather that I did?"
"Oh...oh cripes, you don't understand," he said, fidgeting in the seat.
Linda came at him then, her arms outstretched to engulf him, and he made no move. She drew him to her and kissed his mouth while her hand reached down to tenderly feel of and caress his hardness at the already swollen front of his jeans. She felt him jerk bodily to the intimate touch of her hand, a gasp escaping him, and she slipped her tiny tongue into his mouth, her thumb and forefinger tracing the length and thickness of his stiffened young penis.
Wild sensations of lurid delight churned in Linda's belly at the generous feel of his rigid member, and as he trembled in her arms beneath her kiss and exploring fingers, she began to eagerly open his fly, her warm soft hand easing slowly inside to find and grasp the hot throbbing rod of his young cock-flesh. . . .
"Oh damn...! Birt choked, the unbelievable spasms convulsing his whole body at the forbidden lewd contact of her warm, velvety hand clutching him there almost more than he could stand. Cripes, he wanted to cry! "P-Pa...he'll kill us both.. . ! "
"No, darling," Linda whispered reassuringly, "he won't do anything, because he's not going to know. It's going to be yours and my secret.. . no one elses...And now Baby, I'm going to bring it out...play with it and kiss it for you...lick it with my tongue...even suck it with my mouth! Would you like that, my little baby...to have me suck it for you...? "
"Oh...oh cripes almighty! Birt groaned, his handsome young face contorted in the building agony of his juvenile lust. "Y-Yes...yes, I want you to! Go ahead! Mrs. Farley, Please...suck it.. .suck it.. . ! "
* * *
Jenny had dropped to her knees and crawled on all-fours to the edge of the bush-lined embankment above the road, and from her voyeur's vantage point she could look directly down into the open window Farley's car. Although she could not see above their shoulders, the lower portions of both their bodies were completely visible to her, and being no more than ten feet away she could actually hear some of their conversation!
"Oh Birt, darling...it's a little beautiful cock...beautiful!" Mrs. Farley gasped in a passionate voice.
Jenny sensed every muscle in her curvaceous young body grow rigid as the lascivious statement with its lewd four-letter word registered in her mind, and she lay there staring wide-eyed in petrified disbelief. My God...! She had her brother's pants open and was holding his...his thing in her hand...! It...it was stiffened right out straight...the way she had seen both of her brothers several times when they were younger...and...and she was stroking it...moving her gasping hand up and down to slide its outer layer of flesh back and forth, exposing its reddish swollen head every time she drew her hand down!
Jenny could barely breathe with the lump of electrified shock that had knotted in her throat.
Her mouth was cotton-dry and her eyes began to burn from the strain she was putting them to. My God, was it possible? Was it really happening...? Ooohhh...Pa would murder him in cold blood...both of them...!
"I-I'm scared...scared, Mrs. Farley!" Birt whimpered, his frightened tone drifting clearly to Jenny's ears. "My sister's waiting...it's getting late...and Pa's going to find out.. . ! "
"Now, now, Baby, you just relax...Linda's going to make you the happiest boy in the world," Jenny heard Mrs. Farley reply, and saw her drawing up her tiny skirt and spreading her white, nylon-covered thighs apart then pulling at the wisp of her panties...tugging the little strip to one side until Jenny could actually see the dark hair-covered slit of her vagina...and she was putting Birt's hand right on it...in it! "There...I'll bet you've never felt a girl's pussy before have you? Now...I'm going to suck your cock for you, darling while you feel around and play with me there...and later, maybe I'll get up on top of you and let you put it in me there...Would you like that, little Lover? Have you ever fucked a girl...? "
Jenny almost gasped aloud at the licentious sight and obscene sounds she was witnessing...forbidden salacious acts and filthy four-letter words that she had never heard spoken...even wondered how she knew their meaning...!
"Cripes, no! I-I've never done it to anybody!" Birt exclaimed in a hoarse voice.
"Nor had it sucked by a girl. . . ? "
"No...not by anyone...honest!"
"But you want me to, don't you, Darling...? "
"Oh...oh cripes, I don't know...yes...I guess so...! "
As she watched intently, Jenny saw her brother's hand and fingers begin to move in an exploring manner between Mrs. Farley's open thighs! She gaped with bated breath as they spread open the soft, hair-fringed lips of her vagina, then slipped between into the pink, wetly glistening flesh, and a twinge of excited tingles spread from her own belly downward between her soft thighs, as if his fingers were entering her there!
Dear God! She hardly dared to even breathe unless she be discovered...Again, her eyes locked on her brother's hardened little rod of flesh that Linda Farley held gently between thumb and forefinger at its base, finally moving down to caress his testicles beneath! An uncontrollable galvanic burst of carnality charged through her as thoughts of the woman's stepson, Paul Farley, and what his thing would look like flashed in her mind. Would he have more hair than Birt had there? Would his...his balls be as big...and...and his thing as long and thick...?
* * *
As always, untold sensations of lecherous delight fluttered through Linda's soft belly and cunt while the excited young boy's venturesome fingers played, her hungry, sultry eyes filling themselves on the potent young cock beneath. It was sizeable, but not offensive...perhaps four and a half inches and thick for its length, its bulbous head a rich satiny purple at the tip where the tiny moist split creased it, the hood of its white, youthful foreskin hiding the enticing delicacy to give it all an air of erotic enchantment.
God, he was truly a young Adonis with his golden pubic hair, and his tight, rounded, velvety balls! She couldn't bear to put it off any longer! She had to suck it until it exploded, squirting its hot, fresh young nectar into her mouth and throat! Nothing else mattered!
* * *
Emotionally, Birt Jarvis was somewhere between screaming out every obscenity he could think of, and crying like a baby! His groin ached and his cock throbbed unmercifully from the older woman's taunting hands, while his brain overflowed with immature, vernal lust at the sight and feel of her smooth, hair-fringed pussy flesh beneath his fingers!
He had never before been remotely close to examining the secrets between a girl's legs, but God knows how he had wondered about it and wished it were possible, the thoughts alone had always been enough to set him off until he stroked his cock to release...and hating himself after for the sinful act of casting his seed upon the ground...a vile and wicked sin, his Pa said...but here he was, with his fingers actually right inside a hot, wet cunt...and the woman actually wanting him to while she played with his cock!
Oh cripes! If Pa didn't find out and kill him, it would be a miracle! His soul would go straight to hell; he knew that for certain! On top of the shamefulness of what they were doing, she was a married woman! He was breaking commandments and committing unforgivable sins left and right...but man, he couldn't help himself! The exciting feel and lewd vision of her hot naked cunt with its pink, moist flesh and black silky pussy hair was irresistible! God, he'd like to bury his face right in it...shove his tongue between those soft, throbbing lips and taste the little wet drops he saw there! It was the most magnetic, provocative sight he had ever seen in his life...!
"Are you ready, Darling?" he heard her whisper as she continued to stroke his cock. "I'm going to take it in my mouth and suck it now, and I'll have to move my pussy away for awhile, but I'll bring it back so that you can play with it later... "
She was smiling at him...the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life! Cripes, he was lost forever! He loved her...at least, at that moment, he did...but he knew how it would be after he shot out his stuff.. . !
She squirmed in the seat, moving over out of the reach of his hand so that she could lower her head in his lap, and as he watched her in lustful, tormented anticipation, he subconsciously brought his damp fingers to his nose and inhaled, the intoxicating vaginal aroma causing his cock to jerk wildly in her gently massaging hand.
"Oooooh! Hurry Mrs. Farley, suck it, will you? Suck it?" he groaned as tears dribbled ungovernably down his cheeks. . . .
CHAPTER 2
When Reed Jarvis was twelve years old he stole three pennies from his father's Sunday, church collection. He saw the copper coins lying on the library table in the cold, bleak room where his preacher-parent prepared his sermons, and without thought of the consequences, slipped them into his pocket. Of course, he had been accused and owned up to it. From that day forward, at precisely four o'clock in the afternoon every day, his father led him to the barn and horsewhipped him, a sadistic ritual the heart-less man continued in the name of God and His wrathful punishment for an unforgivable evil...continued until Reed was fifteen and a big strapping boy.
The giant of a man with the red beard, blazing eyes, and flowing mane of white-streaked, rust-colored hair, never endured a day when his mind did not fill with those terrible memories, as it did at that very moment while he swung the biting axe furiously, its keen edge of wedged steel chewing away huge chunks of the tree's doomed body. He had long ago resigned himself to the fact that he was destined to burn in hell-fire for all eternity...not for the three pennies he had stolen, but for the terrible beating he had given his father on his fifteenth birthday, a beating that had led to the man's death one week later.
Neither then, nor presently, was there the slightest remorse in his heart for what he had done, only that he had done it and must pay the inexpiable price with his very soul. Yet, in penance, he had vowed that his children would walk in the ways of the Lord, and that he would devote the remainder of his life at hard labor and in poverty, destroying evil wherever he saw it rearing its ugly, wicked head...and the good Lord was well aware that he saw it in the wanton face and sensuous body of that Farley woman!
As yet, he was not certain of the blonde stepdaughter, for there was an innocence about her lovely young face that confused him, and even though she barely covered her lush, tempting body with tiny sinful strips of cloth, she did not flaunt herself before his sons or himself like a brazen hussy, as Keith Farley's young wife had done for the past two days. Still, the manner in which the girl clung to her brother suggested the devil's work in itself...and even at that very moment they were together, alone on the beach...!
Momentarily, the massive man paused to wipe his brow and look around for his son. He saw Garth stripped to the waist and limbing the pine he had just felled. Raising his fierce eyes skyward, Reed estimated the time of day by the placement of the Sun. His broad forehead wrinkled in concern. Birt had been gone over an hour; he was due back. It took little time to pick up Jenny and drive into Cold Spring for limited shopping and their mail...unless they were up to other things. God forbid! He'd destroy them if he ever learned that such evil took place under his roof!
He ran his tongue over dry lips and clutched tightly at the axe handle. Jenny was strong-willed like himself, he mused, and not apt to be sinfully swayed, but the boys, he feared, had inherited too much of the weak blood from their mother, a woman whose mere memory could send him into a rage!
Suddenly, he began to swing the axe once more with furious and powerful strokes, the embittered pace helping him to sweat out the wave of hate that had abruptly swept through him...
She had died ten years before when he was forty and she just turning thirty. He had never mentioned the word love to her in their seven years together; he was a cursed man without right to such frivolity, and accordingly it was her lot to share his stigma. But she had been a spineless woman, deserting him when he had needed her most in rearing their children along the God-fearing, dedicated paths of the Almighty, as he had solemnly promised that he would... .
He remembered that when she was 'took' with the side pains he had been certain she was trying to avoid performing her dutiful, wifely obligations. She had even cried out that night when he had thrust his penis into her unreceptive vagina and out of hate for him, by morning she was dead! Appendicitis, the doctor said...acute appendicitis, but he knew different; she had spitefully poisoned herself!
She had hated him that much, despised him since the day he had bought her from her father for a hundred hard-earned dollars and a sow. But her hatred had never bothered him; he could contend with that. And he had taught her the ways of the good book. In return, all he had asked for was that she perform her womanly functions, both in and out of bed...but the she-bitch had deserted him by taking the poison...whatever it was...!
In his mounting anger, Reed Jarvis swung the axe with increased frenzy. The wicked woman with her vengeful suicide had made of him a more sinful man, for she was to blame for his trips to Bos well some fifty miles away, and the satanic lecherous thoughts that filled his brain as he looked at his own young daughter, Jenny, when the need to fulfill his loins became overpowering! God curse the she-bitch! He hoped she awakened in her pauper's grave to die again, and again, and again, for the depraved sinner she had made of him!
Even the whores he bought in Boswell for fifty dollars the night reminded him of her, and he would fuck them over and over and over again unmercifully...until his loins were drained and they would weep from his brutal ravaging. This, in itself, gave him great satisfaction, for the naked slut would become his wife whom he loathed, and he was meting out her punishment in the only vein she could understand...animal that she was!
Once more, the giant man paused, breathing heavily as he drew his powerful forearm across his brow and raised his eyes to the sun. Where was that boy? God, could it be possible...? He looked toward Garth's tanned, muscular young frame, watching the rippling sinews as the boy labored industriously. Both he and his brother were filled with lust, he knew, just as his daughter, though strong-willed she might be, was cursed with the deceiving guile and wantonness of her sex. Enough of her mother's blood flowed in the girl's veins to weaken the strength his own genes had given her...and as close as he had watched them all, there could well be incestuous lust amongst them! In God's name, he would kill them all if he thought it was true! Still, he had never seen the slightest indication that it was...and God knows, he hadn't better.. . !
But where in hell was that boy...?
CHAPTER 3
Jenny lay flat on her belly behind the concealment of wild brush, her thighs tight together, reflexes causing her to exercise pelvic pressure, forcing her tingling little pubic mound downward against the hardened earth. She did it in uninitiated rhythmic movements, at last sensing the moisture that dampened the thin crotch band of her panties. Realization brought a rush of blood into her cheeks...shame at the thought of her provoked lewd excitement in watching the licentious debauchment of her own brother. She forced herself to stop her immoral movements and tried to think of one of her father's prayers that she could say to save Birt, but she couldn't...couldn't remember; nor could she have said it if she had!
Her own unchaste sensations at the mere watching of their forbidden acts was like a witch's concoction kindling fire in her loins and blotting out everything Pa had ever taught her. A hellfire wantonness was spreading through her deliciously, both confusing and exciting, and she knew no way to fight it...nor was she sure that she wanted to! Linda Farley's use of lurid words and lascivious dominant aggressiveness were sensuously mesmerizing her.
The beautiful woman was practically raping Birt! And...and maybe, that was the way it had to be done when a girl desired a particular boy! Yet...she was seducing him at the same time!
Jenny stared in questioning fascination as Linda Farley continued to stroke her brother's hardened penis tenderly, lovingly, sliding the loose skin up and down its youthful shaft in a lewdly teasing manner...and then, she saw her head for the first time...saw it lowering with her face above his thing, her long hair grazing his abdomen, her beautiful face and mouth only an inch above the satiny, swollen head!
It struck Jenny that she was truly going to do it! For the dozenth time, her breath wadded in her throat. The beautiful woman was actually going to do it.. . ! Mrs. Farley's pink tongue flicked out right before her, its tip boring teasingly into the damp slit at the end of Birt's penis! She heard her brother whimper uncontrollably, and saw him compulsively spasming; then his seductress brought her mouth down to it and enclosed the entire pulsating head in what had to be a warm, tantalizing pressure of wet female lips.
Jenny gasped as Birt moaned loudly, thrusting his pelvis up in response, shoving his...his cock...deeper between her open, receptive lips closing over the sensitive glans! Dear God, she still couldn't believe it, even as she watched Paul Farley's mother's lush red lips tighten like an elastic band around the jerking rod of hard flesh just below its head, absorbing it into her mouth as if it were a stick of deliciously sweet candy she was hungrily sucking on!
Lord, she was so wet between her own thighs...shamefully so, Jenny realized, staring at the older woman's beautiful, ovaled mouth sucking on Birt's cock. She watched studiously in lust-incited captivation as the raven-haired beauty sucked up off its tip, then licked with her pink, moist tongue, brushing and laving it all over, from its base along its underside to its coronal ridge that was viscid and protruding from its pulled-back foreskin...washing, playing and caressing it with every lapping stroke, then back down to its base and below to the soft flesh of his balls, saliva dribbling excitedly down her tongue as she licked his young sperm-filled sac with damp, sweepingly teasing strokes.
Spine-chilling thoughts of her father continued to flash in Jenny's erotically stimulated brain, unwanted terror-filled thoughts of his terrible wrath should he ever learn of the incredible, licentious orgy between her teen-age brother and the mother of the children next door taking place right before her eyes, but the wild tingling sensations the forbidden spectacle was causing to chum in her own virginal young belly and up between her hotly perspiring thighs, wiped his fierce image from her mind. Instead, in a growing perverse state of her own she pictured the woman's stepson, Paul Farley, in Birt's place and her face bending down over him while he waited for her warm mouth to slip down over his imaginable cock! Oh, God...she was nothing more than a little, sacrilegious slut herself...too filled with the blood of her mother, perhaps, as Pa had always said...but she couldn't help it! Couldn't.. . ! What would a boy's thing taste like...feel like in her mouth? And what did a girl do when the white stuff came rushing hotly out of it? What would Mrs. Farley do...?
Hypnotically, Jenny watched, not daring to even blink less she miss the tiniest of lewd sequences, gaping through strained eyes as the young wife held her brother's rigid penis with two fingers of one hand while she sucked it steadily, moving her clasped, ovaled lips up and down in a fixed tempo, the rippling of her ivory-skinned cheeks making Jenny aware that she was apparently twisting her tongue around it at the peak of each up-suck, causing Birt to tense his pelvic muscles and trust his genitals up at her face in cadence. She heard Mrs. Farley moan and saw her begin to suck harder, seeming to nip-at it now and then with her pretty white teeth and making him gasp out. Oh, God, his cock was white beneath her scraping suck and a rich purple at its smooth, rubbery head!
Abruptly, Jenny became aware that she was once more pressuring her excited little pubic mound in rhythm with Linda Farley's sucking mouth against the solid earth beneath her, and that her hands cupped the firm fullness of her straining breasts through her dress and bra, trapping the prickling, hard little nipples between her fingers to knead and pull until she was afraid she would rip them loose from their white quivering mounds. She choked back a moan and rolling onto her hip, dropped one hand to raise the skirt of her dress, slipping it between her full, soft thighs and pressing it against the moistened strip of thin nylon covering her swollen, feverish mound. Then, uncontrollably, she pulled aside the tiny band of cloth to feel the tantalizing silkiness of her sparse, burnished blonde pubic hair, and finally her damp tight slit palpitating against the tips of her fingers as she drew the narrow lips open with them, exposing the smooth inner flesh of her hot, virginal cunt to the cool forest air.
While she watched, steeped in a lasciviously aroused desire that she would never have dreamed possible, Jenny sunk one slender middle finger deep into the tight, viscously lubricated mouth of her open vagina, sensing a pleasurable momentary relief. But then, the statuesque woman with the streaming titan hair slipped both hands beneath the cheeks of Birt's buttocks, lifting them while she plunged her mouth frenziedly down onto his cock! My God, it was completely disappearing right up into her mouth...all of it! It had to be reaching the back of her throat, for her nose and lips were brushing against his pubic hair at its base!
The absolutely wanton sight fanned the fire within Jenny to a white-hot heat, demanding more and more to feed its lewdly licking flames. Desperately, she inserted another finger into the tight, hymen-obstructed passage, squirming her hips and buttocks licentiously back and forth onto them. From the car, Birt's groans increased, accompanied by a new tempoed movement of building intensity and Jenny crammed her fingers into the moistness of her snugly clinging little vagina in rhythm to the maddening cadence of their depraved performance !
* * *
The intoxicating, sensuous delights utterly drenching Linda's beautiful, lecherous body, were nothing short of fiendish enchantment to her. The thrilling, forbidden seduction of this handsome young boy rocketed through her with lustful passion, claiming total command of her as no other had ever done. The delicious, sweet piquancy of his young, potent genitals, given time, could spiral her to orgasm with the singular thought of her act alone! God, he was magnificent! She had to suck his hot, youthfully fresh sperm into her throat and belly! It was all empty without that ultimate drinking of the seething ambrosia from deep inside his youthful loins!
Hungrily she sucked, holding his lean buttocks on the cupped table of her hands. Heaven...heaven! An earthquake, itself, couldn't stop her now she reasoned defiantly, as she pulled at the marrow of his loins, her twisted mind drawing a parallel between such a cataclysm and the sudden presence of Reed Jarvis looming up before her!
And heaven or hell.. . what difference? What difference as long as she possessed this boy as she was...as she would again and again...with his brother, too...simultaneously perhaps! Yes...oh, God, yes, why not? Why not let her passions run rampant with both of them naked at once.. . !
* * *
Jenny no longer had to look at them; what she had witnessed was indelibly inscribed in her passion-aroused mind, and she rocked obscenely against her fingers screwing wetly into her vaginal channel. With panting breaths, she plunged her small fingers into the moist hole between her hot, trembling thighs, fighting to control the audible gasps heaving up from her chest as she matched in rhythm the lascivious sucking motions and sounds coming from the car below.
Oh...oh, God...how she wanted to be fucked...to feel a hardened cock slipping hotly into her searing passage...Paul Farley's cock! Oh yes, his beautiful cock...and she knew it would be beautiful...! Oh...her fingers were not enough to satisfy the salacious hunger eating at her there...!
In choked desperation, Jenny rolled awkwardly onto the hand fingering her moist, dilated channel, then reached back over her rounded buttocks to jerk up her dress from behind and slip beneath her panties with her other hand, searching the sweat-dampened furrow until she found what she sought and wormed a single finger lewdly into the raised, puckered ring of her tiny anus, pressing it slowly into the hot fleshy passage until it was buried flat to her palm. Momentarily, she lay breathing deeply, reveling in her narcissistic lust, before again taking up the tempo Linda Farley was setting right in front of her burning eyes with her voracious sucking of Birt's throbbing hard cock!
* * *
The indescribable sensations charging wildly through his belly, brain, and loins, causing the incredulous pressure to build in his groin, was beyond any reality Birt Jarvis had ever remotely imagined! Her beautiful sucking mouth and taunting tongue were about to draw the lining from his balls; he'd never be the same again after this awful...wonderful thing he was letting her do to him! God would punish him! Somehow, Pa would find out and beat him to death! He knew it...knew it.. . ! But cripes. he couldn't stop her now...not now...not until he squirted his stuff up into her mouth...even if he was to be struck dead and sent straight to hell right after!
Lustfully, he watched her head bobbing up and down over him and felt the heat of her soft, moist mouth and working tongue wrapped tightly around his pulsating cock. For a moment, she caressed his swollen balls in her velvety hand, then suddenly she was wedging her hands beneath his tensed buttocks and cupping them...lifting him right up to her and completely absorbing all of his cock in her mouth!
Cripes, he wished he could feel of her cunt again, but he couldn't reach it! He smelled the fingers that had played in it once more, the stimulating genital aroma more potent now that the dampness had dried on them...and that was all he needed to trigger his frightened teen-aged drive...!
Oh cripes! He was going to cum.. . ! What would she do now...?
* * *
Jenny's carnally aroused mind and body were lost in a maze of ever-rising climactic ecstasy as she plunged her slender fingers into her passages wantonly, obliterating all reality from her brain except the salacious scene taking place before her. Linda Farley's tongue with its final swiping lick was making the violently purple head of her brother's cock vibrate and jerk maddeningly. She watched the beautiful woman labor feverishly, her lovely mouth grotesquely filled with cock, her lush lips being pulled out as if her mouth was about to turn inside out each time she sucked up off it, and Birt thrust his pelvis further up at her face, raising right off the seat!
Oh, God...she envied her...yes, even with her own brother! Galvanic tingles of feverish pleasure rippled through her as she pictured herself obscenely sucking Paul Farley, and then sprawled masochistically in a helpless position beneath his raping cock, those two thoughts sufficient to begin the enrapturing sensations of orgasm, ascending inside her young, trembling body!
Hazily, Jenny watched his groin jerk spasmodically as he pulled Mrs. Farley's mouth further down onto his swollen cock, and in her own mounting passion she stared at the beautiful woman's cheeks bloating and her throat muscles constricting in desperately swallowing motions. . . ! She was drinking his sperm...!
Oh, God.. . '. Jenny's face flushed a brilliant crimson as she sensed the pressure rising.. . rising...ever rising...cumming with a tremendous force! She hung for a moment teetering on the apex of release, her whole curvaceous young body vibrating passionately...and then the viscous, hot fluid flooded her rampaging fingers, coating her hand warmly while she bit into the soft flesh of her lower lip to keep from moaning out her cry of enchanted bliss...!
. . . She might have lain there and cried in her shame had it not been for the commotion in the car below; instead, when Birt swore weakly then jumped from the auto, pulling at his pants clumsily as Mrs. Farley called after him and started to follow him to the pickup, Jenny slunk out of their range of sight and quickly straightened up to run toward the road, her own tears streaming down her cheeks...
* * *
Linda wasn't certain whether she was more angered or frightened at the disappointing turn their party had taken. The way he had literally torn himself free of her and dashed to the truck sobbing, never once looking back, only kicking the engine into roaring motion and grinding the wheels fiercely as if to get away from her, made her see red for a moment. The little coward...! And he'd left her in a state of raging, unfulfilled desire, passion that she had managed to control until after his climax when she had intended to satisfy it by climbing up over him and slipping his young virginal cock into her pussy...! Damn him...!
Her belly churned with the unsatiated desire he had left with her, and for a moment there was little doubt in her mind of what she was going to do to pacify it... She drew up her skirt and spread her full, rounded thighs, slipping forward in the seat...and then the fear had clutched at her...!
Dear God...he had been in a state, hadn't he? Sup...supposing he should go back to his father and...and in some weird self-requital tell him everything...? But no...no, he would never do that.. . he was too afraid of that brutish man...at least, she couldn't believe that he would...unless the man suspected and forced it out of him...! God...what a bloodcurdling thought.. . !
Linda straightened in the seat, brushing down her tiny skirt and smoothing it. She moved over behind the wheel and started the Caddy's motor, the desire in her loins rapidly dwindling as the truculent visage of Reed Jarvis with his fiery, castigating eyes filled her mind, a shudder of panic knifing through her.
Dear God...what had she done...?
CHAPTER 4
Kim Farley, her long blonde hair tailored into a flouncy pony tail, her voluptuous satin-tanned body enticingly and minimally covered in a wisp of white bikini, sat with knees drawn up beneath her pert chin on their beach blanket, admiring her seventeen-year-old brother's strong Australian Crawl that was bringing him shoreward at a rapid pace.
It hardly seemed possible he had been away so long, now that he was home again, but she could see where his being abroad had matured him, and the few paintings he had shown her had taken her breath away. There was little doubt but what he was going to be a great artist...her very own brother, and above all, he had finally gotten over their mother's passing...even to the point where he had quite readily accepted their new stepmother, Linda, and her position in their family.
Kim was pleased about that, too, for she had grown to love Linda, but more as a stepsister than mother, especially after Andy Carlton and the secret she shared with her father's beautiful young wife concerning that boy whom she loved... At least, she had thought there was no doubt of her love when Linda informed her they were leaving for Lake Monica for the summer, and she had immediately fallen into a crying fit at the idea of being away from him. But then, Linda had taken her quietly to one side and explained it all to her...
That had been over a week ago, before Paul had arrived from Europe, and at first, the utter shock of her stepmother's words had left her aghast. . . !
"Your father is a beautiful man, Kim darling," she had spoken softly, but confusingly. "He loves us as we love him, and there's nothing he wouldn't do for any of us...do you agree?"
"Of course...of course, Linda... I don't understand. Wh-What are you trying to get at.. . V
"All right, Darling...prepare yourself for a little jolt...nothing you can't handle, if I know my Kim as well as I think I do," Linda had said, her striking gray-green eyes twinkling in unspoken reference to the secrets they shared. "Keith Farley is a very normal father...but his fifteen-year-old daughter is an en-chantingly voluptuous young woman...and...and he wants to lessen immediate temptations... Oh, he'll visit us at the cottage on weekends, and . . . "
"Linda! My God! What are you saying?" she had gasped. They were in her bedroom sitting on her bed and she had bolted to her feet. "If this is some sort of joke, I.. . "
"Your father doesn't think it's any joke, Kim!" the beautiful raven-haired girl had snapped, straightening as if a ramrod had suddenly replaced her backbone. "And let's credit a man who has the courage to admit his weakness...! "
"Oh...oh, God!" Kim had moaned. "Oh...my dear God...! "
There had been more, because Linda being the type of beautiful individual that she was, would not let her throw herself onto the bed in a confused sobbing spree, but instead, forced her to understand the agony her father was suffering. Nevertheless, Kim hadn't been able to even imagine anything so utterly horrible... And then, Paul had come home and the entire atom-sphere in the house had changed.
Though she hardly saw her father with his confining work, when she did she found that she was able to walk up and kiss him hello as always, the secret knowledge she possessed concerning his desire somehow setting off an unexplainable titillating excitement within her.
It hadn't been until she had slept on the absolutely forbidden thought for several nights that she discovered it sensually stimulating...for she had always loved and admired her father a great deal...and now these past two days, Linda's revealed secret had flit in and out of her mind continuously, and always with less affront and more and more enthusiasm!
Watching her brother rise up in the shallow water and begin to walk toward her, Kim wondered if some of her imaginative heat wasn't being transferred to his presence. God, he was handsome, lean and tall! Dark hair and eyes in contrast to her own...a replica of the ancient pictures she had viewed of Daddy as a young man! How virile he looked in his bathing trunks, the swollen bulge of his maleness jabbing at her libido.
And...and it was not long ago, was it? Subtract four years when he was thirteen and she eleven...him sneaking into her bedroom with his flashlight...both of them slipping under the covers to examine each other and play excited little games down between each other's legs... God! Had she known then what she knew now...!
"The water's beautiful, Sis! You should've come with me!" he said, approaching her, his Daddy-ish face broadened in grin.
Kim tossed him up his towel. She said: "I don't want to have to fix my hair some crazy way for tonight. Do you think the Jarvis's will come?"
Paul shrugged, wiping at his strong arms and hairy chest... He seemed less concerned about such things as was she. Then, his words surprised her. "I hope they do. After all, it's only a beach cook-out. But...but, I like that little Jenny, Sis."
"Really? I-I wouldn't think she was your type?"
"What? With a face and body like that?" He laughed. "That's really unfair, gauging her that way. She's a rarity, Sis baby. Innocence expounds in her eyes. Have you ever noticed those ash-rimmed gems? Damn! I wish I could paint them...! "
"Hey...? You do like her don't you, Paul?"
He looked down at her. "Yeah...I like her. But I can't get over-enthused about her old man. And even her brothers give me a feeling of retribution...yet, I'd bet, given a chance, they'd soon unwind."
"They're handsome boys," Kim said purposely. "If you hadn't been here I'd probably have chased both of them up a tree."
Paul laughed. He finished drying himself and came to the blanket, sitting down beside her. She could feel the coolness from his body. He said: "Reed Jarvis is an admirable man. Dad says. And his sons, once matured, are going to make handsome, virile fathers for lucky girls!"
He lay back and stretched out his long legs. Kim handed him his sun-shades and he draped them over his eyes. She stared at him almost covetously, but he didn't see her, she knew. She said:
"Was...was there a girl, Paul? In Europe, I mean...someone who turned you upside down...? "
He hesitated. "Yeah," he said finally. "Yes, Sis, there was. A girl-girl, I guess you would call her...because she was ultra-femininely girl...but I had no right to her. She was married to a guitar player who performed in a tiny cellar. . . . "
"Did you love her, Paul."
"Oohhh...I suppose...yes, of course I did."
"And...and that's why you wanted to come home...? "
Paul raised to his elbows, drawing down his sun-shades again as he smiled over at his younger sister. "You're a shrewd girl. Honey...tell me about your love life?"
Kim laughed lightly. She still sat in the same position, sensing her brother's eyes appraising her; she stretched out her shapely legs and lay back, folding her arms behind her head supinely, causing her firm, rounded breasts to jut upward into eye-catching peaks.
"I will...sometime," she said, wondering if she should tell him about Daddy, or how far she had gone with Andy, and deciding against it. "But not now."
"You make it sound risqu�, young lady...and I can hardly believe that about my baby sister. . . . "
"Let's just say...interesting...and your sister is not all that much of a baby anymore, Paul Farley," Kim said pointedly.
Paul replaced his sun-shades and dropped his head back down onto the blanket with a little chuckle. "I sense an offended tone," he said apologetically. "Sorry...didn't mean to touch a tender spot...but you see, Sis, I have this thing about not wanting to grow up and become one of those creatures they call adults. I'm too happy this way... "
"You're already grown up, big brother," she said softly. Then, with a mischosen phrase, added: "It sticks out all over you.. .
Again, Paul raised up to grin over at her. "Really.'. . --? " he teased. "Damn, maybe you're not all that young after all, Sis. No...as a matter-of-fact, on second look...you're not," he taunted, letting his keen eyes rake over her strategically covered nakedness. "A far cry anyway from the girl I used to come visiting in the night with my flashlight... Remember...? "
Kim felt an unexpected ripple of excitement race through her belly at his words, and her cheeks flushed as she rolled her head toward him. "I-I remember...but I didn't think you would," she said, her eyes searching his, surprised to see a twinkle of humor dancing there, and suddenly that provoked her. God, he was the image of their father as a young man...!
"Just kids," he said, lowering his head and looking skyward once more. "That's all we were, innocent, curious kids...but Dad and Mom would've racked our bottoms had they ever known."
Kim didn't answer. The tiny fermentations still agitated her belly, but she hardly knew whether to pursue the subject, or if she wanted to. It was absolutely dangerous ground...and they were no longer innocent...or just curious....Lord, why didn't she go up and chase the Jarvis twins around? They were ready enough; she could tell by the expressions in their eyes when they looked at her...just as she had read the lecherous gleam in the blazing, condemning orbs of their father when he glared at her in her bikini. God, how that man frightened her.. . ! "
Paul lay quietly staring up at the fleecy, floating clouds through his Polaroid lenses. Kim had fallen into silence, apparently not wanting to be reminded of their exploratory transgressions, and it was just as well. Christ, they weren't kids anymore; he'd been a fool to even broach the touchy memory...but ever since he'd arrived home and filled his eyes with the ravishing beauty she had blossomed into, those almost forgotten exciting escapades had continued to fill his mind in retrospect...
And Linda, damn...what a raving beauty she was! With no disrespect to his father, Paul couldn't imagine how he had ever managed such a conquest.. . but he was certainly proud of him for accomplishing it at his age. The old boy must still have plenty on the ball!
In the past two years that he had lived in Paris his own sex life had progressed and broadened perhaps more than his painting, which was the undeniable reason why the sensuous beauty of his stepmother, and the voluptuous young charms of his baby sister, were so affecting him.
But damn, he had to get a hold on himself.. . find someone eligible to focus his libidinous appetite on...which was exactly what he intended to do with Jenny Jarvis that night, providing they showed up for their beach cookout. She, too, was a doll, and he hadn't missed the way she had looked at him when Kim introduced them, nor the pleased sparkle of excitement in those ash-rimmed, green eyes of hers when his sister had suggested the beach party. But then, the odd little expression of disappointment...almost fear, had followed, and that had baffled him...
"Really...really, I'm not sure if we can come . . . " Jenny had said. "Pa...you see, he doesn't hold with that sort of thing...but...but he may go to Boswell, and if he does . . . "
"You'll come?" Kim questioned.
"Yes...yes, we will...if Pa goes to Boswell! " Jenny replied in delighted excitement.
Paul lay unmoving, letting his mind play in growing lethargy with his thoughts of Kim...Linda...and finally, Jenny... He looked over to see that his lovely sister had dozed off. Damn, what a luscious body she had, he thought. He hoped that Jenny and her brothers could make it; his generous sexual diet hadn't suffered denial this long in over a year...and he had ample pot in his secret cache to make it a wild, swinging affair. . . .
* * *
Garth Jarvis could not imagine what was wrong with his twin brother, but he felt certain that something was troubling him. He had gone a long time taking Jenny to Cold Spring and he hadn't been able to look Pa in the eye when their father had questioned him. All the same, he knew that nothing dirty had happened between his brother and sister, the way Pa was always accusing them. Cripes, neither Birt nor he would ever do anything like that to their own sister, even if she would let them, but there was no convincing Pa...he always thought the worst about everyone.
Garth was thinking this as he walked along the path through the brush toward the lake, looking for a place to urinate, and he eased up to the embankment to look down where Kim Farley and her brother, Paul, lay stretched out on a blanket side by side.
A charge of sensuous tension rifled through his groin and abdomen at the sight of the pretty blonde-haired girl languorously sprawled in her tiny bikini beneath the warm sunshine. He felt his flaccid rod of young penile flesh stir provokedly inside his jeans and a flush of heat charged into his cheeks. Cripes, she was really pretty all right, he thought, as he gaped down at her firm, half-exposed young breasts, the flat bowl of her navel-dimpled belly, her slender waist and curvaceous hips, and the way her round full thighs came together to make a puffy-white vee! He found himself wondering if she would have blonde hairs on her pussy, too!
Damn, he hoped Pa would go to Boswell that night so that they could sneak up to the beach party Jenny had whisperingly told him about.
He would sure like to get to know Kim Farley better....looking down at her as he was, he could almost imagine how she would look without a stitch on, and inside his shorts his virile young penis gave a swelling jerk, while a series of exciting sensations raced through him.
He stood for a long time staring down at her hungrily, ashamed of what he was doing but reluctant to leave. He wasn't worried about Pa looking for him; this was his break period and Birt had taken over the limbing. Of course, he wasn't supposed to be down here by the water either, but Pa didn't know. He had gone into the woods leaving the cottage area and heading toward the place where they always went to relieve themselves, then once out of sight had cut down toward the beach to see if he could catch a glimpse of her...
Damn, she was pretty...and so was her stepmother for that matter, but Pa called Mrs. Farley a daughter of Satan, and he ought to know, the way he had been looking at her the past two days...just like he sometimes stared at Jenny, his eyes flaming coals of white-hot fire...and it was when he looked that way and drank more cider than usual that he usually went to Boswell for a couple of days... Then, when he came home he would be all right for a month or so. . . .
What Garth couldn't figure out was how their father ever trusted them alone together for that long, thinking the kind of things he did about them, but it almost seemed as if he never cared about anything when he made up his mind to go to Bos well...and both his brother, Ulster and he, himself, had a good idea why. . . .
Suddenly, Kim made a motion and sat up, causing Garth to step backwards out of sight. He didn't want her to see him staring at her; besides, he better get up into the woods and piss before he wet his pants. Cripes, his cock was as hard as an axe handle from just looking at her. . . .
CHAPTER 5
Linda had worked herself into a state of complete trepidation over the possibility that Birt would either unburden his soul in penitent fear, or let his father intimidate him into telling everything regarding her foolhardy seduction, and the fearsome thought had kept her driving around the countryside until at last she had gained some measure of control over herself once more.
The devil with the sanctimonious old lecher, she had finally decided, turning the Caddy around and heading for the cottage! And a lecher he was; she would bank on that, the way he looked at her and Kim too! If Birt had told him anything she would simply deny it, and what could he say? But for certain, when Keith came, either tonight or tomorrow, she was going to insist that he get rid of him! The glowering monster frightened her half to death...and it was plain to see that he did the same to his own children...not even allowing them to come to a beach cookout. Lord, he had to be some kind of hung-up weirdo...!
Nevertheless, when Linda swung into the yard at the cottage and saw the giant of a man straighten to stare menacingly at her, the sangfroid she had enjoyed moments before crumpled miserably. Dear God! He was coming toward her. . . !
Somehow, Linda managed to step from the car and face his approach. She could see one of the boys in the distance beyond, swinging his axe, but it was impossible to tell which twin it was. My God, what would she say or do if he accused her...?
"Mrs. Farley!" he thundered in his booming voice, moving so close to her that she could smell the foulness of his lathered sweat, his fierce censuring eyes reproving her openly. "The Almighty has willed!"
Linda's heart was in her throat; she could barely breathe as she gaped fearfully upward into his massive, bearded face.
"The...the Al-Almighty has willed...what, Mr. J-Jarvis...? "
He half smiled then, and she caught a glimpse of strong white teeth behind his near-hidden lips.
"That the pine will stand as you wished!" he said, his voice roaring like a din of a tidal wave. "I thought you would be pleased to know!"
"Pleased...? My God, she could cry for joy! "Y-Yes...yes! I'm pleased, Mr. Jarvis! Thank you...thank you very much...! "
He answered with a curt nod of his great head. Then: "Oh...one more thing, Mrs. Jarvis! My sons and I will not work tomorrow! I leave for Boswell tonight. . . business!"
"I-I see," Linda managed, offering him an understanding smile. "Of course...all right...I'll explain to Mr. Farley when he arrives... "
"Do that!" the powerful man explained, his eyes abruptly emotionless, and then he turned away, leaving her.
Momentarily, Linda stood watching him walk off, her legs like trembling strands of spaghetti, hardly able to hold her up, while at the same time, waves of relieved happiness spasmodically swept through her, as if she had just been reprieved from the torments of hellfire itself. She could almost cry...even thought she might as she stumbled off toward the cottage.
* * *
It was some ten minutes and three Scotches later that she decided to find Kim and Paul, left the cottage and followed the path into the woods past Reed Jarvis and his son, neither of which looked up. Whether it had been Birt or
Garth, she couldn't tell; he was that far away. But it didn't matter now; everything was fine inside her once more. She had let her own conscience punish her...and wasn't it remarkable the way that could happen?
In truth, though, she had acted and reacted like a guilty, little child, which was always the dead giveaway. Lord, she thought, turning from the path and changing direction downward toward the lake, she had handled, for example, the episode in Santa Barbara so much smoother, never losing her confidence. And the officer had been almost on top of them before she noticed and frantically jerked the boy's pants up, straightening her own clothing at the same time.
Of course, he hadn't been a looming Polyphemus with dual blazing eyes, either! No, he'd been gentleman enough, but she doubted that he'd taken much stock in her story about their being in the quarry to look for fossils. He might have, had they not been in the back seat of the car and looking very asinine sitting there placidly when he opened the door...
Linda's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the movement she saw ahead near the towering maple tree! His position with opened shirt, his hand braced against the trunk and his legs spread were significant enough. He was looking down and holding his penis in his hand; she could see the results of its stream splattering against the tree-base...see it and hear it.. . !
. . .Birt!
She swallowed sensuously, the unfulfilled fermentations of the desire he had left with her immediately rekindling to race wildly back and forth in her belly and stabbing downward between her thighs at the snugly congealed and denied lips of her pussy! It was almost as if retribution had been abruptly shifted into her hands, Linda thought in mounting excitement!
Anticipation absorbed the moisture from her mouth as she moved closer, a tremor of concupiscent lechery sweeping over her. Damn him, he had ran like a scared rabbit! She couldn't help but wonder what he would do this time...! He was big, and undoubtedly strong...but she wasn't exactly a weakling either, and the element of surprise was on her side...! If.. . if he hadn't told his father of their first episode, he wasn't about to mention this one either...!
Wild tension gripped at her belly as she silently closed the space between them from behind, imagining briefly the maddening emotional turmoil a male rapist must know...then, she became aware that his exposed young shaft of flesh was hard and that he was gently stroking it as he urinated. . . ! She wondered if he was thinking of the way she had sucked it for him...the little coward! She would teach him a lesson...! She paused, quietly raising her skirt and rolling her panties down over her hips and buttocks in preparation. She wanted nothing in the way to hinder her planned attack, and stepping out of them, she wadded the wisp of nylon into a hankie-sized ball, tucking it between her breasts in her bra...!
Garth was too shocked to react! His mind...nothing functioned! It was seconds before he realized that he was being pulled backwards to the ground by a slender arm wrapped tightly around his throat, and that he had no balance upon which to resist! In a flash of split instants, he realized that his cock was sticking out, and his mind struggled to catch up with what was happening to him, while in immediate response his strong arms began to react. He rolled with his adversary, his young brain racing to make sense of it all...and then, abruptly, she was on top, straddling him!
She...?
C-Cripes almighty, he reasoned, lessening the tension of the balled fist he had intended to throw...! It...it was Mrs. Farley! And she was smiling fiendishly down at him, her eyes wide and filled with a million explosions...!
"So...we must again, Darling!" she hissed at him. "Only this time, you're not going to run away on me until I'm finished with you! That wasn't very nice. Lover, after the way I sucked your cock...! "
Garth stared up at her but she wasn't looking at him...! Instead, she was writhing on top of his naked, hard rod of flesh and reaching down between her spread legs to take it in her hand! Damn, she was acting as if she'd lost her wits...gone crazy or something! He couldn't believe it...nor the things she'd said about...about sucking his cock...!
He sensed a tremendous jolt of excitement rip through him as her warm slender fingers wrapped around his rod and she began to stroke it! He jerked his head upright and gaped with incredible disbelief, seeing for the first time her white, softly spread thighs and the completely naked area of her dark, hair-fringed pubic triangle. Cripes, she didn't even have panties on...and...and he could see the moist, pink inner flesh of her open cunt!
Garth was too astounded to be frightened, and as the seconds passed into a minute, he was too carnally aroused by the feel of her soft hand stroking his rigid cock, plus the lust-inciting spectacle of her completely exposed pussy up between her widespread thighs as she straddled him there, to make any motion toward stopping her. And as he watched in mounting lewd fascination, she took his pulsating member and rubbed it against, and into, the pink velvety flesh between the opened, pinkly glistening lips of her cunt! Then, she looked up at him, as simultaneously, she began to work her hips and buttocks up and down in a slow, steady rhythm...!
"There, my little scard-cat! How do you like...? " she started, raising her eyes to his face once more and never finishing the question, her bodily movements abruptly coming to a dead motionlessness. "M-My God...! You're Garth! Oh...I-I thought you were...were your brother.. . ! "
Garth swallowed, the dryness in his throat hurting, as he stared up at her astonished, beautiful face. He tried to think of something to say, but couldn't; nevertheless, his brain had begun to function once more and he knew suddenly why Birt had been gone so long...!
"Pl-Please ....I'm sorry, Garth darling...but...but.. . " she was stammering, her eyes softening and her smile suddenly warm as she looked down into his face... She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth! "I really didn't know it was you," she whispered. "I was too angry with Birt to notice your scar... How did you get it...? Tell me. Baby...? "
Again, Garth swallowed. "B-Birt," he said stupidly, speaking his first word since the impossible episode had begun, "he...he was cutting wood with...with a hatchet...the head flew off.. . ! "
Linda hardly heard his words; she was too engrossed with the startling knowledge that she was about to seduce her second young boy within several hours, the very twin brother of the first...and really this was a rape-seduction! My God, how beautiful...almost sadistically beautiful! She could feel his warm, hard cock entrapped between the tingling flushed lips of her moist pussy, its throbbing tip nestled caressingly against her clitoris, and once again she began to move her hips and lush buttocks in tiny undulating motions.
"It's a handsome scar, Garth darling...and you are handsome," she breathed, reaching down between them to unzip and open the front of his pants until all of his pelvic area was exposed.
"Are you sorry...? That I mistook you for Birt, I mean...? "
Cripes almighty, Garth choked inwardly! Right then he didn't know what he was! Her fingers were like tiny spiders crawling over his erogenous pelvic flesh, and his cock hurt, it had begun to throb so! But...but Pa was going to come any moment and catch them! Damn, didn't she understand that.. ?
"I...listen. Pa is apt to come looking for me, Mrs. Farley.. ! " he managed, his breathing rushing in panting gasps.
"Do you like the feel of what I'm doing, Darling?" Linda hissed, attuned only to the rising passion inside her. "Your sweet little cock is caught right between my pussy-lips, rubbing beautifully up and down against my little hole, making me hot all over! Oh, you're a delicious lover. Darling...and next time I'll suck your cock like I did Birt's...suck it until the white cum shoots right into my mouth! Would you like that, Baby.. ? "
"H-Honest...I don't know...minutes maybe. . . ! I don't know how long I've been gone! I should get back. . . ! " he blurted, wild sensations charging through him at her use of lewd, four-letter words and the feel of her moistly sucking cunt-flesh massaging teasingly at his aching organ.
"All right, Darling...but this won't take long, I promise," Linda hissed, having no intentions of releasing the hard, young penis caught between the lips of her palpitating cunt until it had performed the reason for its existence. Her brain reeled in liquored, lust-incited wantonness, and she hardly cared if Reed Jarvis came and took a place beside them to sit and watch! She had to possess this beautiful young boy all of the way!
"Wh-What're you going to do, Mrs. Farley.. ? " Garth choked. "Please.. ? "
Linda had raised herself and taken his hardened stem of childish hot flesh in her hand, positioning her dilated, lubricious vagina directly over it while she manipulated its tip to the mouth of the clasping passage.
"I'm going to fuck you, sweet and young lover!" she gasped, her beautiful eyes swimming in moist pools of glazed wantonness at the feel of his cockhead almost penetrating her hungering vaginal channel. "Is this your first time?"
"Oh...oh cripes, Mrs. Farley...! " Garth blurted, his clean young face twisted in aroused passion. "I-I never did it...and I want to...but Pa.. ! He'll kill us! He really will! Oh damn.. ! "
Linda kissed his trembling lips, smelling the leaves, the pine-needles, the soil of the wood around them as suddenly, she plunged her voracious cunt down onto his up-thrusting young cock, absorbing it all the way to the hilt inside the seething and clutching canal of her needing pussy.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Garth exploded in physical delight, feeling the warmth of her inner-enchantment snugly devouring and sucking at the length of his unknowing cock! His breath had burst from his lungs with the unimaginable sensations she had sent convulsively through him, and immediately those same sensations began to grow more intense as she lifted and lowered her hips and buttocks in a rhythmic tempo, each resounding slap of the full, rounded white moons of her naked buttocks against his lean flesh an ecstasy he had never dared dream of.. !
"I'm raping you, Darling!" Linda gasped in burning salacity, her mouth inches above his as her possessive, hotly clenching loins rode up and down on his coerced young cock, her knees drawn forward on either side of his rib-cage to snugly entrap him there, while his slender shaft of hot, hard flesh prodded and massaged the viscid, tingling walls of her vagina with the obscene movements caused by her lecherous hunger. "Yes...I'm fucking you...raping you! And you love it don't you.. ? Don't you.. ? " She insisted, almost spitting the words into his youthful, contorted face, her brain finally caught up in that wicked vortex of lust she had never been able to control.
"Oh...oh damn...! " Garth half-whimpered, his teen-aged brain feeling in ever-mounting, alien and forbidden passion. There was no penance for a sin like this! How many times had Pa told them of the particular sins there was no atoning for.. ?
"Don't you? Don't you? Answer me!" Linda hissed evilly, working her beautiful hips and buttocks up and down on his hardened juvenile shaft of cock-sinew with increasing frenzy, wild sensations of enchantment spiraling through her. "You love it, don't you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Farley...oh God, yes.. ! " he blurted, tossing his head back and forth like a little boy, his face screwed up as if it were going to crumble and burst into sobbing tears at any second. "Oh cripes.. ! Do it...do it hard...I want you to.. ! "
His throbbing cock was on fire.. ! Pa would come and catch them...and if he didn't kill them they would go to hell anyway.. ! He'd cut off their heads with his axe...chop them into little pieces! Oh cripes...she was beautiful and he was fucking right up into her cunt.. !
Garth raised his head to better see, reaching down to lift her tiny skirt, and knowing this, Linda straightened upright, holding the skirt for him so that he could see the erotic sight of her sparsely, hair-sprinkled pelvic area between her wide-spread thighs, and the penetration of his rigid young cock vanishing between the open lips of her pussy into the pink, moist channel of her vagina.
"Can you see very thing now, Darling?" she whispered hotly, reaching down with one hand to spread open the flushed and swollen flanges for him, her eyes eagerly fixed on the rapidly increasing licentiousness of his lewdly fascinated expression. Then, a more salacious idea struck her and she exclaimed: "Wait! Let me turn around! Then you will be able to see it going up inside me all the more beautifully.. ! "
"Oh...oh cripes!" Garth choked, watching her scurry about on top of him and spreading her legs wide as she again straddled him, then reaching back with both hands she caught at her lovely, ivory-white buttocks, pulling them apart for him so that he could see not only the complete and exciting phenomenon of her moist, pink cunt with its soft, hair-fringed lips, but the tiny, raised and puckered hole of her anus centering the smooth furrow, no more than an inch above it!
The obscenely beautiful sight provoked carnal sensations the likes of which he had never imagined to rip through his groin, and his balls ached to get at her! He saw then that she was twisting her head around to smile salaciously back at him.. .
"Is it exciting to you, Garth lover?" Linda taunted, waggling her buttocks in lurid little movements before lowering her genitals slowly and reaching down between her hot thighs to grasp his throbbing cock once more, placing it while he watched in captivating lust...watched her insert the extracted fore-skinned-head into the lubricious pink mouth of her vagina, and he couldn't resist the urge to arch his pelvis upward, staring wildly as his cock thrust into the hot, clasping passage once more.
"Uuunnnggghhhh!" Garth Jarvis choked as she dropped her loins to meet his thrust, absorbing the full length of his tingling cock into her velvety sanctuary. "Oh...oh damn, Mrs. Farley, I.. . I can't stand it.. . it feels so good.. ! "
Linda's brain whirled in obscene evil at the sound of his words! God, what a delicious seduction this was...and she had actually raped him first! He had been helpless...defenselessly helpless against her wiles, just as he was hopelessly caught up in her lustful web at that very moment! She could feel his hips vigorously lifting and falling, driving his handsome young cock with virile thrusts up into her carnivorously, palpitating vagina!
"That's it, Darling! Fuck it hard!" Linda gasped obscenely. "Ram it right up into me.. ! Oh yes.. ! Oh...just a second, lover.. ! "
Garth couldn't believe that there was anything more demoniacal that she could add to their debauchery, but he quickly learned differently. Suddenly she was spreading her knees as wide as possible and raising the upper portion of her body on her extended hands, so that her naked loins were lowered right down on top of him, and his cock was bent forward in its penetration !
"Now, take your hands, Darling and spread open as you push upward on my buttocks! Yes...that's it! Ooohhh...can you see everything...watch our fucking better.. ? Can you. . ? "
"Y-Yes...oh damn, yes! Even...even your asshole is popping right open!"
"And you like that, Garth baby.. ? To look at my asshole while you fuck into my hot cunt?" Linda led him as she twisted her head around to watch the adolescent expressions of lurid passion twisting at his clean-cut, virginal face, the ensorcelling spell of captivating lascivity she had spun around him inspiring unreached sensual ecstasy in her own loins. "Then...don't be afraid of it, my precious! Play with it. . . put your finger in it! Shove it right up in while you fuck my pussy.. ! Go ahead, Baby! That's what love-making is all about...and you better know, because we're going to do this many, many times...you, Birt and I together.. ! "
Momentarily, Garth was stunned, not only at the thought of her suggestion, but at all she had said! Birt, himself, and her...many, many times... ! Oh, God! He was lost...because he knew he would come back or do whatever she said...again and again! He gaped at his cock pushing and pulling at the swollen, hair-lined lips of her moist, pink cunt between her straddling legs, the tiny coral petals of her inner vaginal lips clasping hungrily around his glistening hard rod as it vanished entirely up into her clutching passage, extracting ridges of its damp flesh every time he pulled down out of her!
But the tiny, rose-colored hole of her hairless anus had captured his carnally goaded fascination. He still cupped his hands on the soft, fleshy orbs of her buttocks, spreading them wide apart and rolling them upward as if they were ball-bearinged, the physical act tugging at her vagina and drawing her whole cuntal area back toward him in lewd exposure!
Thoughts of his fierce parent tried to burst through the wall of venery that had claimed him, but Garth wiped him away with a mental sweep! He was already beyond that stage of being saved, he knew! Evidently Satan wanted him more than the Almighty! He couldn't have resisted his movement had his father stood right over him, and obscenely, he moved his finger toward the raised, crinkled ring of spongy flesh that he could make almost gap open when he spread her buttocks wide.. !
Linda, in all of her perverted seductions, couldn't parallel anything to match that very moment! Even thought she had not yet sucked him, the realization that she had forcefully taken him in the beginning and was now seducing him with the secret delights of her body, filled her with sensations of extravagant bliss. Of course, she would suck him...could at that very moment if she decided to, but the thought and feel of his rock-hard, teenage cock probing excitedly in the depths of her hungrily demanding cunt, while his finger slipped into her rectum was something new and obscenely exciting. She could well imagine his feelings of beautiful young desire when he gaped at the completely revealed mysteries between her thighs and buttocks, and she was doing that at the precise moment he began to explore the tiny puckered orifice back there with his gentle finger.. !
Garth stared at the little pink opening in mesmerized and peaked enchantment. Cripes, his cock was going to break right off! He ran his finger up and down the length of the smooth crevice separating her buttocks, collecting moisture as it went...gathering it on the ball of his finger from the area around her pussy where his cock worked in and out, and somehow knowingly coating the tiny little clutching mouth of her anus with it. . !
Needlelike jabs had begun at his balls and prick! Soon, everything would burst open like a grab-bag...either that, or he'd run screaming down through the woods! He couldn't stand it much longer! He'd cry like a baby; his cock hurt that much!
Yet, the sight and idea of sticking his finger up her ass was too much to leave behind without doing! Cripes almighty! She had asked him to.. !
"That's it, Darling! Push it in! Go on, shove it right in.. ! Linda exclaimed. "In! In...dam-nit! In!"
Garth did, using his middle, longest finger, and almost afraid not to! He watched it puncture the tight rimmed flesh of her rectum, lifting his head to see his salacious act in its entirety, and feeling the immediate rubbery walls of her passage, clutching at his invading finger, as suddenly she whimpered and a sense of dominance rippled through him. He didn't stop, but instead, pressured the invading finger to its eventual buried depth right up inside her voluptuous little asshole!
"Oh...unnnhggghhh! Ooohhh...yes...yeeessssss. Darling, like...like that!" he heard her gasp and watched her buttocks begin to move back and forth on his finger and cock. "Just hold them back, Lover, and I'll fuck them.. ! Hold them there. . ! "
Like some clutching, rubbery hand, her back-passage gripped his finger, while her cunt clasped and drew at his cock fiendishly! Garth could only stare at her obscene gyrations as they plunged down and backward on his cock and finger, the thought suddenly occurring to him that everything he had been taught was fanatical and untrue! Like Pa going to Boswell! They all knew why he went...to have a woman!
It wasn't wrong! It couldn't be wrong...not if he felt the way he did! He had never felt so happy in his life, using his cock and finger in her when she wanted it...and he was going to cum...very, very soon!
Blindly, he wondered if Birt had realized this! He wondered what Jenny knew? His brain reeled. He'd never jerk his cock again; he'd find a girl! It wasn't wrong...couldn't be.. ! Jenny...you poor girl. . !
"Are...are you ready, Garth baby. . ? Ready to cum with me.. ! " Linda's voice interrupted his thoughts. "We don't want your Pa to catch us. . ! "
Garth stared studiously at the way she was thrusting her ass and pussy back onto his finger and cock! Had it not been for the lewd shocking things she had done he probably would have cum a long time ago...he had been ready...He managed:
"Yes...I'm ready...but I...I never knew you could do it.. . it together.. ! "
"It's...it's better...if you do . . and I'm going to, Lover! Your finger and your cock together...Oh!"
Maybe it was the word, Oh! Garth felt it tipping the gates of his young loins! He plunged his finger into her rectum and held it there, but not without tiny circular motions, at the same time thrusting his young cock to the depths of its capacity...sensing his testicles beginning to jerk down between his legs and give of their unending sperm tearing at the lining of his cock.. !
"Ooouuuggghhhhhhh.. ! " Linda pleaded. "Oouuughhhhhh.. ! Y-Yes...yes...oh, my God!"
While the imps of hell came up to distort her evilly, Garth tried to watch, but his own overwhelming moment of orgasm was beyond anything he could measure, and he sensed his cock spitting thin white jets of its white, hot love-juice deep up into her hungrily grinding belly, blinding him...even making him know again that it could and would happen...over and over! Cripes, he loved her! He would always do whatever she said!
CHAPTER 6
Reed Jarvis was not ignorant of the fact that his children looked up to him as a tyrant, but it hardly made any difference to him. He was not interested in gaining their love anymore than he had been with their spineless mother; their complete subservience to his will, plus their physical and mental dedication to the Word as he interpreted it, was all that he expected of them...but something of the latter had gone amiss...he could feel the tension of evil in the very atmosphere around him!
In the kitchen, he could hear Jenny's gentle rattling of the dishes as she washed them, and occasional bits of conversation passing amongst her and her brothers, but it was all strained and unnatural, as were their presence at the supper table a short while before.
In his usual fashion, the giant man went through his toilet in preparation for his trip to Boswell, following the routine his sons and daughter had become accustomed to, while his mind worked analytically. Both of the boys had disappeared for too long a period that very day, and neither had given him a satisfactory reason why. In all truth, he'd had to exercise super-restraint to keep from knocking either of them to the ground, but the fear that he would learn no more than he already knew from such an act had helped to control him.
There was little doubt in his mind what gross incestual evil was going on amongst them, but it was the proof that he lacked, and to gain it he had reluctantly decided to deny his own driving need.
Over a month had passed since he had last visited a whore in Boswell and his loins burned with libidinous desire, as did his chastising brain in its sadistic hunger to admonish the unfortunate girl he would choose, but he had seen the necessity of changing his plans in order to eliminate the iniquities taking place under his own roof...eliminate them with the wrath of the Deity Himself!
He would leave with all pretense of going to the city, then he would return and catch them in the corrupt act; certainly, if they were going to
SO practice their wickedness it would be while he was out of the way and they felt no danger of discovery...!
Damn their delinquent, vice-ridden bodies! Once he had the absolute, undeniable proof he would scourge the licentiousness from the boys' hides as his father had done to him...and Jenny.. . ! There would be no wantonness left in her when he was finished with the only vein of punishment that she, like the Boswell slatterns, could understand...!
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Keith Farley sat in the comfortable swivel chair of his small, plush office, gazing unseeingly through the wall of glass that looked out over his elaborate jewelry store domain. Once in awhile, he took random note of the performance of his clerks'-customer treatment, but this only through force of habit, for his people had all been with him several years and were quite reliable. The fact of the matter was that he had nothing better to do while he waited for the nine-o'clock evening hour to arrive so that he could close and leave for Lake Monica and be with his family...his Linda...his Paul...and...and his Kim...God, he just couldn't keep that beautiful child out of his mind!
Suddenly, he realized that he was gnawing painfully on a knuckle of his clenched fist and scooped up a wooden pencil to substitute instead. His damned nerves were worn right to the frayed edge. Ever since they'd left, the house
SI had been like a mausoleum and he had dreaded going home, but their leaving for the cottage had been his own idea. Christ, he'd had to get her out of his sight before he lost all control over himself!
Thank God for Linda, he thought as he stared ahead idly at the vague movements taking place in the store before him. He doubted that he had made a mistake in confessing his demonical desire for his very own daughter to her. God, how beautiful and understanding she had been when he'd coughed out the bestial craving he'd lived with even before Kim's mother had passed on...almost as if his lovely second wife had faced such a depraved situation before. But of course, he knew that couldn't be so; she had been a bachelor girl of twenty-eight when she'd came to work for him right there in the store, and to this day he couldn't satisfactorily comprehend his good fortune in her acceptance of his marriage proposal.
She was so absolutely lovely! And it had been her statuesque beauty that had convinced him his possession of her would soon re-direct his warped passion away from his precious Kim...and it had temporarily, but only temporarily, for he'd soon found himself lecherously seeking out teen-aged girls on his business trips, and invariably, black young angels.
It had all begun in Georgia that summer he'd spent on his Uncle Frank's wealthy estate. He'd been fourteen and Myra, their black maid's daughter, a year younger; there, he had learned about the enticing licking and sucking of tender, pink-fleshed young feminine genitals, the perverted mania he had never been able to outgrow; in fact, it had been two-years or so later before he'd had his first act of normal intercourse, and the results had been disappointing to him in comparison.
Even Linda, up until his return from San Francisco the week before, when he had divulged himself of his accursed hunger for Kim...and this all in the wake of the beautiful little black girl, Dolly, who had brought him such rapture...yes, even his voluptuous, beautiful wife whom all his friends openly coveted, couldn't fulfill and eliminate the incestual hunger in his loins!
God! Would he ever forget that night? He'd ordered Linda to suck him while he had buried his face between her ivory-white, soft thighs, tasting the viscous delights of her velvety cuntal flesh, and unquestionably she had responded, even delighting in her act he felt certain, but in the end nothing had changed...and two days later he had suggested Linda take his lovely blonde daughter and her brother, who had just arrived from Europe, to the cottage at Lake Monica.
The remarkable phenomena was that his gorgeous wife still understood! The very last thing she had said to him as he bade them good-bye before they backed from the drive had been: "Don't fret, Darling. Everything is going to be beautiful! And you'll come up to see us Friday night after you close the store, won't you?"
"Of course . . . " he'd answered.
"We'll be looking for you, Daddy!" Kim had put in, thrusting her warm lips forward through the opened window for a kiss...and for a split second he'd thought he felt her tiny tongue teasing him!
"We'll have a talk when you come up, Dad," Paul had said.
"Yes...of course, son . . . " he'd managed. Christ, he hadn't exchanged a hundred words with the boy since his return.
"Goodbye, Darling," Linda had said, puckering her lips for a brush kiss as she began to back the Caddy out...and he'd done the same, pretending their lips had touched, while he waved to the others...and then they were gone!
Keith still could not shake the thought from his mind that his daughter's tiny tongue had purposely taunted him and for three days the incredible memory had plagued him, leading to fits of knuckle gnawing and pencil chewing. Christ! Did she know? Might Linda have told her? Whichever, he had to know...receptiveness, rather than feeling repulsed.. ? Or was he just losing his goddamned mind entirely.. ? Whichever, he had to know...regardless of the consequences...he had to know!
Abruptly, he stood, sensing his penis stirring lewdly inside his shorts at his lecherous, abominable working mind. Cronin had closed and locked the front doors. It was over with again until Monday. He tossed his pencil onto the blotter-covered desk and went to the clothes-tree where his jacket hung. A forbidden ripple of excitement raced through his groin. Something...something licentiously dynamic was going to happen this very weekend, he knew! Damn, he hardly dared to think.. !
"Good night!" he called as he locked his office door, then walked toward the back exit. Excitedly, he climbed into the station wagon, glancing at the valise he had packed earlier in the day, then started the engine and headed toward Lake Monica, an hour and a half drive away.. .
CHAPTER 7
Linda sat alone on the veranda in the cool evening darkness, listening to the occasional sounds of their youthful laughter coming up from the beach. She could see the glow from their fire and hear the faint strumming of Paul's guitar above the relentless song of the crickets. They were having a marvelous time and that was only right; they were all such beautiful young people.
She smiled to herself, soothed and anticipating in the soft warm glow the scotch was affording her. Lord, she had drunk damned near a half bottle since the light lunch she had prepared for herself, but it had performed its function in helping to lessen the damnable pangs of guilt she had felt following her depraved wantonness with the Jarvis twins that afternoon.
God, as if Birt's seduction hadn't been enough, she had literally flung herself on the other youngster, Garth, actually raping him! She was getting worse with every passing day...there was no question about that! Might just as well face up to the truth! If she had ever been able to exercise any control over herself, whatever measure she'd possessed had long since vanished!
Neither the twins nor their sister, Jenny, had been able to look her full in the eye when Paul and Kim brought them up from their place in the Caddy. Linda hadn't been too surprised at the boys' sheepish, flushed faces, but their sister's blushing shyness seemed unfounded...unless, God forbid, they had told her...but that hardly seemed reasonable...!
The devil with it, anyway. What was done, was done...except that her diversionary tactics had accomplished little but to satisfy her lecherous thirst of the moment! The persistent craving to seduce her stepson, Paul, to caress and explore his naked, handsome young body, to fondle and suck his hardened virile cock had not ebbed one iota since his homecoming, and it was more than apparent to her now that no temporary distraction was going to appease the ravenous passion consuming her. In spite of her earlier resolve not to, she had to have him!
There was nothing spontaneous about her licentious feelings for him, she knew; actually, she had been set-off by the snapshot of him both her husband and stepdaughter had shown her after she and Keith were first married, and of course, she had vowed to herself that she would never let it happen. The mere idea by itself had shocked even-her dissolute morals...but time, it seemed, could remedy so many things...
He had been younger, when the picture was taken, a darling of a boy whose innocent expression had reached out from the photograph to needle salaciously at her loins, and the first thing she had noticed when she had met him several days ago was the absence of that naivet�. At seventeen, he was a boy-man...time and some enviable girl, or woman, had destroyed his virtue...which had in resentful jealousy, only served to fire her desire to possess him more heatedly.
Still, for the sake of Keith, their marriage, and all she had come to hold dear, Linda had resolved solemnly against it, and then had happened the episode with her husband the night he had returned from San Francisco, with him obscenely blurting out to her his insane lecherous passion for his own daughter...another example of time's metamorphosis...!
With the help of the scotch, Linda had been contemplating the myriad of sensuously inspiring possibilities their shedding of ridiculous inhibitions as a family unit could offer them...and it was not the first time since Keith's confession that she had excitedly pondered over the prurient idea. God, why not? It was a new world with logical approaches, wasn't it? Better that they should share their lustful passions among themselves rather than debauching others as she had been doing for God knows, too long, she reasoned! And there was small doubt in her mind now but what Keith had to practice his own forbidden seductions!
As for Kim, Linda had already learned the depths of passion that fermented in her voluptuous young body with the escapade they had shared together with Andy Carlton! No, there was no question in her mind concerning Kim's participation, especially after seeing the licentious sparkle in the beautiful girl's eyes when Linda had told her of her father's incestuous longing for her, and the initial shock of that unexpected revelation had worn off its repulsive-ness for her. Linda had paid particular attention to the kiss Kim had planted with open-lips on her father's mouth the day they had left San Marco Point, along with the startled, if, suddenly excited expression on Keith's face. Yes, for certain, Kim would uncontrollably give herself to their secret family games, providing all was beautifully and seductively handled, which was exactly what Linda had been planning the past two hours!
She drank heavily from her glass and looked off through the soft darkness at the glow from their fire on the beach, an intense wanton sensation of attainment pervading her entire sensual body. God, she was a lecherous hedonist of the first order, wasn't she? There was no denying it, nor had there ever been, but there was a difference now that she openly recognized and accepted the fact, she reasoned; once resolved to his irrevocable curse, passion, fate...whichever, one could set about enjoying its forbidden fruits rather than fighting, denying, or suffering the guilt that tormented him...and that was what she intended to make her new husband, Keith, understand once he arrived...
It was Paul who bothered her the most...Paul, the boy-man of seventeen whose once childishly immaculate expression had given way to sagacious worldly knowledge. He had evidently enjoyed some thorough tutoring, for his keen eyes missed little when they raked over the opposite sex. She could still feel their hot intensity undressing and appraising her own sensitive flesh that first day of their meeting, and though the realization had immediately stimulated her, it had nevertheless angered her to perceive his loss of purity; she had secretly anticipated savoring that delight herself.
But again, such were the remedies of time, and it wasn't impossible, Linda had decided, that his obviously inspired libido could prove challenging, as well an enchanting; this she had resolved before coming up to the lake, which was the reason she had left brother and sister to their own doings while she, herself, directed her lecherous interests toward the tender Jarvis twins until Keith arrived; then, together, with the aid of the bottle of absinthe she had secretly brought along, plus some carefully prepared props, the delicious results should come off without a hitch.
In her scotch-incited, licentiously scheming mind, Linda could see no possible reason why Keith might shy from her logical proposal. Again, she reasoned that it was better that they vent their lust knowingly amongst themselves, rather than to be constantly chancing disgrace or even worse in their outside seductions. And God, what could be more exhilarating and lovingly binding in a family than shared sexual pleasure?
Tiny little prickles of lewd anticipation rippled through her belly and taunted the erogenous area between her soft, warm thighs. She sensed the moisture that had seeped from between her feverish vaginal lips against her panties from her prurient thoughts and plans, and an enticing shudder ran up her spine. She raised the glass to her lips and drained it, almost in toast to herself.
God, she was an undeniable nymphomaniac, she thought unashamedly, actually smiling to herself in the pleasant darkness, her liquor-hazed brain steeping itself in every-mounting passion. She would never get enough...never! How long ago was it...? Hours, since she had wantonly seduced Birt and Garth Jarvis? The memories alone enough to spiral her right off into a lascivious little game of self-indulgence...! The lewd idea of pulling up her skirt and removing her panties, to just sit there in the velvety shadows and narcissistically stroke her seemingly ever-hungry pussy until it exploded in ecstatic bliss was more than just tempting...she found herself gently pressing the puffy softness of her pubic mound through her clothing while she undulated and squirmed her buttocks upward against the pressure of her hand. . . .
There was still plenty of time! Keith would be another hour driving up from the Point, and the young people were well-entertained among themselves on the beach. No car, nor any person could approach without her seeing them; she had perfect, intriguing privacy in which to perform the lewdly exciting act.. . !
She would! But first, she'd make herself a drink, then leave her panties in the bedroom...! She got to her feet wavering slightly, caught the arm of the chair and smiled once more to herself....It occurred to her then that the sounds of Paul's guitar and all of their laughter had ceased. The glow from their fire had decreased too....Now what could they be up to? Linda speculated in understanding desire.
* * *
Jenny sat and stared at him in the flickering light from the tongues of flame they had made. Paul watched her, not entirely sure of the words he sang nor the chords he struck half of the time, his mind more concerned with the way the scintillating lights reflected in her beautiful young eyes and the manner in which she hugged her knees as she gazed at him, everything he had ever looked for or dreamed of in a girl personified in her being. He had purposely forgotten the prepared cigarettes in his shirt pocket. They were not for her.
Abruptly, he guessed that he loved her! Yes...he loved her! And there was something reciprocal in her eyes...in the way that she held her mouth to encourage him. They would have eleven kids...each one worse than the other...but he would always be there to make them tow the mark because he had no intentions of ever leaving his wife to go off to work someplace...he'd always be there painting...and making love.. . !
Kim's laughter interrupted him and he turned to see her between the twins, both of them with their arms around her, they wearing the trunks he had given them and she in her bikini. He came back to Jenny. She'd refused Kim's offer of a bathing suit. "Pa wouldn't like that at all!" she'd said. Christ, he couldn't help but give that a thought. What kind of character was Pa?
Behind him, both Kim and the twins laughed. Paul stopped playing and reached out for Jenny's hand. He said:
"Want to take a walk?"
"Yes...whatever you want, Paul."
For a long moment he stared at her, holding her small, soft hand inside his own caressingly. He swallowed then, and said: "I-I think...I think I've fallen in love with you, Jenny baby...I think so! You...you still want to walk...? "
Her smile came then, an enlightenment equal to the morning sunrise. She answered him softly:
"I already know that I love you, Paul!" She stood, looking down at him. "Take me wherever you want...and do to me whatever you want! I'm yours, darling!"
In the years he had spent in Europe getting-with-it and educating himself, Paul had never witnessed chastity, nor any of the numerous tributaries that might evolve from it...and abruptly, he was drenched in an abundance of virginity! Standing there and staring at her, he finally decided that his tears were founded on ignorance more than knowledge. He wondered shamefully if she had seen them...?
"Are you crying happily or because I am what I am?" she questioned as he walked her slowly to a more remote place not a hundred feet from the others, but where the scrub brush separated them.
He drew her down onto the soft sand and kissed her tenderly. Then, he said: "I love you, Jenny! Nothing else matters to me...except that you're happy."
"I'm happy as long as I'm with you!" she breathed up at him and he kissed her again, letting his one hand explore the mounds of her breasts fervently outside her bra and dress, finally smoothing down over her belly provocatively.
"You know what's going to happen, don't you?"
"Y-Yes! And...and I want it to...but...but I'm a little afraid...! "
"Afraid? Darling, it won't hurt... "
"No, no, not that! P-Pa! If he should ever find us! My God, Darling! If he should ever find us...making love. . ! " she whispered hoarsely, pressing herself against him in unquestioning hunger. "My God, he'd kill me...both of us! He would, Darling...! "
"Hey...listen, you gorgeous angel...no one is ever going to do anything to you!" Paul assured her protectively. "No one, ever...just your Paul!"
"Oh...oh God, Darling...! " Jenny gasped, her arms wrapping around his neck eagerly to pull his face down to her moist, warm lips...and then she was squirming, surprising him with the strength of her firm young body as she rolled him onto his back and was suddenly lying on top of him, writhing her soft belly and thighs against his already hardened penis while she kissed him with open-mouthed, tongue-taunting passion...!
* * *
Actually, teasing and kissing the Jarvis twins was like playing a harmless little game of post-office to Kim as she sat between them, feeling both of their strong arms around her from either side, their occasional straying hands crawling over the silken skin of her waist either to brush against a breast or caress a hip as low as they dared, while they laughed together over nonsensical things.
They were both very easy to like and she would be lying if she denied the pleasant arousal they were causing in her belly, but the fact that there were two of them made for an awkward situation she was not sure she could cope with even if she wanted to...and she didn't. Another time, perhaps, it might be a terrific experience, but this night she had already formulated other plans that would materialize later, when the house slept and she could trek silently into Paul's room with her little flashlight, a significant moment he would quickly understand...
Abruptly, Kim had looked over to see her brother leading Jenny along the beach, holding her hand inside his, the guitar left behind, and a wave of jealousy swept through her. Damn! What did he think he was doing...? As if she didn't already know! That freckled-faced little bitch had gotten to him; there was no question about that! She had seen the look on both of their faces...like two moon-struck lovers...damn! damn! damn...!
"Something wrong, Kim...? " Birt's voice penetrated her fit of jealous anger, while at the same time she sensed his hand high around her waist its finger touching the underside of her firm, full breast.
"Yes," she snapped, suddenly reaching behind her back to unfasten her halter irately, the tiny wisp of cloth falling immediately away to reveal her pointed, pink capped breasts in the dying light of the fire. "Dammit! If you're going to feel of them, do it, and stop acting like little boys.. . ! "
* * *
Paul wasn't trying to reason what was taking place, only that it was, and that his cock was as rigid as a length of lead pipe! His brain soared in charged emotion as she squirmed on top of him, pressing her soft, rounded body down hotly to his, her belly, cuntal mound and thighs grinding unbelievably against the tensed, hardened flesh of his loins, her breasts pressuring into his chest as she hungrily kissed and sucked at his lips and mouth.
He smoothed his hands over her back and down her slender waist to her full, undulating buttocks, his mind racing in building lust, while she lay upon him wriggling her luscious hips in an increasing frenzy, kissing him and darting her moist, tiny tongue between his lips.
Astonished at the way she had turned on, Paul started to speak, then thought better of it, afraid that he might break the enchanted spell, and damn, he didn't want anything to interfere now! Instead, he clung with his artistic hands to the delicious moons of her firmly quivering buttocks, feeling them warm and fleshy beneath the material of her thin dress. He massaged them in gentle little circles, finally moving upward once more to her slender waist, its narrow span amazing him.
Her warm, panting breaths were like exotic incense in his face, and she had spread her legs inside her dress as far apart as she could and was rubbing the soft mound of her warm little pussy against his rock-hard cock! Damn, he couldn't believe it! She was acting like a too long denied little virgin on her first date...which, he suddenly realized, was exactly what she was! He could feel the hollowed cleft of the junction of her thighs rocking excitedly against the bulge of his swollen prick, and he moved is hands back to the lush orbs of her bottom, exploringly pressing his fingers into the soft yielding crease between, pushing soft flimsy skirt and panty material before them until he felt her shudder sensually, making the pair of delightful mounds move erotically beneath his hands.
"Damn, Jenny.. . " he choked, "maybe...maybe we better stop...before it's too late...! "
"No! No, don't stop. Darling!" she pleaded. "I want to...I want to, Paul...! I love you! Oh...do it! Please do it to me...! "
He tried to speak but his words caught in his throat as her mouth fastened passionately onto his neck and he realized that she was pulling her dress up from behind! He helped her, rolling her silken feeling panties down over her hips and buttocks, but wouldn't let her free to remove them all the way down her thighs just yet. Instead, he stroked the nakedly exposed roundness of her warm, vibrant buttock flesh, easing his fingers into the deep smooth crevice between and suddenly fingering the tightly puckered entrance to her tiny anus. Jenny whimpered as he stroked one hand downward over the satiny orbs, letting it slip beneath their enticing cleft until he felt her youthfully sparse pubic hair with his fingertips...and at last, the tight moist slit of her virginal pussy. He felt the compulsive tremor rippled through her excited body as he gently parted the warm velvety lips and teased his middle finger inside!
"Oooohhhh...ooohhhh . . . " Jenny sighed enchantedly, trying to spread her legs wider inside her hampering panties so that he could reach her clitoris. He did, her efforts unnecessary, and once more she lurched uncontrollably as he touched the tiny nerve-plexus that was firmly erect beneath his caressing fingertip.
Dear God! It was more wonderful than Jenny had ever imagined it could be! The sensations he was causing in her belly and secret sanctuary were beyond belief! Ohhh, she wanted more...more! But the thought of him removing his finger from her craving pussy even for a moment kept her fixed in her lewd position on top of him. Passionately, she kissed his mouth and licked kitten-like at his face, while through her aroused mind ran the graphic scenes of Linda Farley sucking her brother Birt's penis earlier that very day. Yes...yes! She wanted to suck Paul, too...! To suck him and have him put his hot, hard cock right up between her legs...be the boy to take her virginity...!
"Damn, Honey!" Paul choked huskily, "I-I've got to do something...and soon! It's so hard, it aches...! Let's get those panties off!"
Jenny moaned as she lifted herself off of him to her knees. Paul sat up and helped her slip them down the white shapely columns of her thighs, then, as she lay back and raised her legs, he removed them entirely. She stared up at him from her position on her back, her dress pulled up above her hips, her legs slightly spread apart, the shadowing hair sprinkled over her soft loins only faintly visible to him in the darkness of the night. Then, he heard her breath quicken as he pushed his bathing trunks down over his hips and strong thighs, finally stepping out of them to stand in opened shirt, his aching cock cleaving the air lustfully.
Jenny raised up then, reaching out to take his hand and draw him down beside her, saying nothing, only gently pressing him onto his back with her hands against his chest. Then, she moved downward until her head was even with his thrusting cock, and before he realized what was happening she encircled her warm, soft fingers around it and began to gently stroke it.
"Unghhh...damn!" Paul grunted to the intoxicating feel of her hand.
"Oh Paul...it...it's beautiful . . ! " she gasped, her lips parting moistly as she stared down through the darkness at it.
He couldn't believe it! Not that he hadn't been so handled by too many females the past three years, but never had there been such a beautiful, virtuous young girl as this...and never had he really loved them. God, he hadn't even known the meaning of the word! But he did now...! Truly, he did...!
He grunted again as she inherently began to work her small grasping hand up and down, sliding the loose outer skin slowly back and forth over the spongy, purplish head.
"Oh, Darling, it is...exciting...just as I knew it would be...! I wish I could see it better!" Jenny whispered, trembling excitedly at the hot, hard feel of it in her hand, lowering her face to better see it in the darkness. She saw the virile masculine sac containing his testicles then, hanging below the widening base of his cock between his masculine thighs, a new thrill racing through her at the thought of them pumping their heated sperm far up into her waiting pussy.
She wondered, as she lowered her head even further in magnetic desire toward his uncircumcised cock, wondered if she would have realized how enchanting it really was had she not had something in her mind to measure by? It was longer than Birt's and thicker, and much more beautiful to her. Yes...and it was as hot and hard inside her tightly clenched hand as she had imagined...ridged along the white shaft from the wide base upward, and more spongy and soft appearing when she pulled its foreskin down and looked closely. She could see the intriguing split at its tip, and a tiny drop of viscid moisture had pearled there! Dear God...what would it taste like...?
* * *
Sitting between the Jarvis twins, kissing one then the other while they eagerly fondled her naked breasts, had done little to ease the pangs of jealous anger seething within Kim, and absolutely nothing to incite desire in her. More than anything, she wanted to leap to her feet and run down the beach to where Paul had taken Jenny
. . . to scream at him for what he was doing...because she knew he was...he was fucking her! Damn him!
"Let's...let's go up the beach a little ways where there's more privacy," Garth managed hoarsely, his calloused hand squeezing and kneading one of her full, firm breasts in obviously building lust, while his brother mauled the other in equal desire.
"Yeah, why don't we?" Birt put in huskily, trying to banish the thought of their father that kept creeping into his mind.
"I've got a better idea!" Kim exclaimed, worming out of their grasps and leaping to her feet to face them as she suddenly rolled the tiny wisp of her bikini bottoms down over her hips, buttocks and thighs, presenting her voluptuous nude body in complete provoking enchantment before their gaping, startled eyes. "Let's have a nice little orgy right here! Well...? Take off your trunks, boys! Let's see what you've got?"
Both Garth and Birt Jarvis sat motionless, as if dumbstruck by Kim's wanton actions and words, while she stood before them smiling, her legs spread apart and her small hands smoothing teasingly over her slender waist upward to cup her full, young breasts to lift them provocatively, then downward again over the little bowl of her belly to her flared hips, slowly moving inward toward her sparse, golden-hair-covered mound, until her fingertips gently touched the outer flanges of her excitedly puffed cunt lips, her eyes sparkling in lewd sensuousness.
"C-ripes almighty!" Birt exclaimed, his swollen rod of cock flesh jerking responsively inside his swim trunks, lustfully mesmerized by her licentious caressing of her own breathtaking body...even to luridly brushing at her tight-slitted cunt! He couldn't help but compare her performance to that of her stepmother when she's sucked him earlier in the day...!
Garth couldn't speak; he merely gaped in open-mouthed awe, while his rigid young cock tingled and strained against the borrowed swim-shorts, a wave of lascivious desire sweeping hotly through his groin. Cripes, what was it with these Farley women, anyway? He'd never even imagined there were people on earth like them...but damn, he was glad there were...!
"Come on, boys! Don't be bashful!" Kim teased loudly, hoping that Paul would hear. "Take them off and show me your hard cocks! I want to see if they look as much alike as your faces...! "
Garth didn't hesitate...he couldn't wait any longer. He bolted to his feet and pushed at his trunks, then Birt joined him. Suddenly, Kim's laughter filled the night as she watched them struggling frantically to strip, and abruptly, she whirled around, running to the water.
"I've got another idea, fellows!" she called back over her shoulder. "Follow me for a skinny-dip...then we'll have our own exciting little water circus! Come on, hurry...! "
They did...!
* * *
Paul was immune to the sight or sound of anything but what was taking place down below in his feverishly incited loins. In the darkness, he could make out the silhouette of Jenny's head and face hovering above his hot, throbbing length of hard cock-flesh she was so tenderly holding and stroking in her small, soft hand, and he tensed in wild uncertainty at what would happen next.. . !
In fascinating excitement, Jenny drew its soft foreskin downward below the coronal rim, then, peering close, minutely examined the exposed glistening head, wishing that it were light enough to better see its lewdly carnal splendor as Paul's tensed body spasmed to her curiously exploring ministrations. Fantastic sensations of desire swirled through her, as she stared at the enticing droplet seeping from the tiny slit at the end. She had to taste its maleness! She had to.. . !
Paul's breathing wadded in his throat! He never believed that she would, but as he raised his head and watched, her face continued to lower...then, he saw it happen! Her tiny pink tongue darted out and touched the tip of his cock right at the split, teasing and licking before it disappeared back into her mouth! Christ!
An ultimate quiver of erotic pleasure soared through Jenny as the piquant tang of the seminal nectar sent messages of lewd passion from her taste buds to her incited brain. Uncontrollably, she licked out again, licking his rubbery cock-head with eager, moist tongue-strokes in search of more...at last, opening her lips and slipping them slowly down over the pulsating member in an effort to suck its warm glistening secretions up into her mouth!
There was not the slightest doubt in Paul's aroused mind that his was the first cock she had ever held in her tiny soft hand, let alone taken into her mouth; yet it was as if she had studied a course on the subject the way she was sucking it, swirling her tongue pleasingly around the head while she stroked the heavy outer layer of skin up and down! God, it was heaven! He'd love her all the rest of his life...!
"Baby...Baby...come up here!" he gasped, reaching down to gently draw her mouth up off his cock and up beside him. "That, we'll get to another time when we can both do it to each other...but right now...I've got to fuck you, Darling!"
"Oh...oh God, yes!" Jenny whispered, delirious erotic desire stabbing at her belly and between her thighs at the beautiful sound of the lewd word when he hissed it into her face with love. She kissed him passionately, pressing her tongue into his mouth to share the taste of his wonderful cock with him.
Eagerly, she helped him raise her dress above her hips once more, ungovernably rolling her head back and forth in her ever-rising need. Dear God, she wanted him so badly...! She felt him lift himself over her to gently nestle between her unresistingly spread thighs, then he lowered his hard, warm body down onto hers.
"Oh Darling, Darling, Darling!" she moaned. "You feel so hot and nice...and so natural cradled there!" She clutched at his neck, mashing her open lips up against his and squirmed the flatness of her belly tightly to him, while her long nails trailed over his back beneath his open shirt, raising little welts in their wake.
Possessively, Paul wedged his hands down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her satiny, firm buttocks, drawing her waiting receptive loins up tighter to him, pressuring with panting breaths against her, insinuating the hardness of his sizeable young cock lengthwise to move up and down her narrow, wide-splayed vaginal slit, sensing the velvety flesh growing more moist with each passing second. Her hips began an incessant, ebullient rotation up against his throbbing genitals, until her legs snaked out wide on either side of his body, her calves locking behind his knees, and she pulled him tighter up into her.
Jenny mumbled something, but Paul didn't try to decipher it; he was too engrossed with the overwhelming enchantment of her beautiful body under him, and with the lust-building sensuousness of his hard cock pulsating between the swollen, flushed lips of her warm, moist, virginal cunt...and then she was smoothing her soft hands searchingly down over his body, exploring the secret hollows of him...while her hips and buttocks undulated in his hands as she ground her impassioned loins up desperately against his.
"Oh...oh God, Paul...do it now! Please...don't make me wait any longer, Darling? F-Fuck me crazy, now...! "
CHAPTER 8
Linda's lewd plans for a private session of auto-eroticism were interrupted the moment she got nicely settled in the deck-chair, a drink in one hand and her skirt raised to expose her naked, tingling genitals. She had just begun to caress and fondle her soft, hair-ornamented loins with growing enthusiasm when the telephone rang. At home, she would have undoubtedly ignored it, but up here the rarity of a call demanded attention, and swearing under her breath, she went to answer it.
It was Keith. He had ran into engine trouble with the station-wagon and was at a garage some thirty miles away. They were installing a new fuel-pump and he'd probably be tied up for another couple of hours.
"Do you want me to come after you, Darling?" she asked, trying to keep the slur from the scotch out of her words.
"No, no...that won't be necessary, Linda," he answered. "I just wanted you to know so you wouldn't worry. I'll be there, but later than I expected."
"All right. Darling...and when you get here I have some enticing plans to discuss with you," she said in her most sultry tone.
"Hmmm, sounds mighty interesting," he replied. "Can't you tell me over the phone...? "
"I think not, Darling...but I'll give you this much of a hint...It involves Kim and you...erotically, shall we say...? "
"Damn, Linda! Be careful what you say. That is a party-line, you know . . . " he admonished her; yet she detected the aroused excitement in his voice at her words. "You...you can tell me all about it when I get there."
"Yes, Lover...but it does sound stimulating, doesn't it?" she persisted, knowing that she had reached his lecherous libido.
"Y-Yes...yes, it does...but don't say anymore now. I'll be there in a couple of hours... "
Linda returned to her quiet verandah chair wearing a sensual smile. She re-established herself in her comfortable, skirt-raised position, her rounded, full thighs slightly spread, then sipped at her drink as she affectionately flicked her fingers around her own moist genitals. It occurred to her then that she wouldn't carry the act to completion, but instead would just relax and goad her appetite in preparation...sort of an onanistic bit of lewdness.. .
* * *
Kim was a strong swimmer; it was simple for her to keep a distance between herself and the Jarvis twins behind, as she stroked toward the dark outline of the raft ahead. Suddenly, the moon had made its appearance in a crescent shape, but reflecting enough of the sun's light to illuminate her destination more clearly.
She loved to swim in the nude; she just wished it was Paul coming along behind her rather than those two...although, she was aware that ordinarily their young handsomeness would pleasantly satisfy her. It was only that she'd had plans...and yes, she was angry and jealous; she'd wanted to be the first to have him, brother or not. What difference did it make? She didn't intend to have any babies by him, and what else was supposedly so horrible about an incestuous relationship? Twisted and warped minds, were all; still those very same minds could give righteous credence and sanction to someone named Adam who had to have married his own sister, or Lot who had screwed his daughters...
The latter thought immediately inspired exciting visions of her daddy, and the revelation Linda...beautiful Linda, had gently and understandingly informed her of. God, how terribly upset she had been at first, but then, once the accepted and expected abominable reaction had worn away, the idea that her wonderful and handsome daddy desired her sexually had keyed her to unbelievable excitement!
God, she couldn't help but wonder what his penis would look like! Would it be long and thick? Oddly enough, and living in the very same house with him all these years, she had never seen it.. . !
"Hey, wait up!" One of the twins called from behind her.
Kim laughed and reached out to grasp the canvas-covered side of the raft. She let the buoyancy of the fresh water lift her shapely legs froglike, then felt the swell of the lake gently lilting her naked body. Damn, she was hot! She'd let them both fuck her if they wanted to, right there in the water, and she would think of Paul and Daddy...but no more of Andy Carlton. No...sorry Andy, she mused with a smile tugging at her luscious mouth. You've done all you can for me! Note, it's time for Daddy and Paul. . . even these two wild mountaineers!
* * *
Reed Jarvis was in a state of enraged fanaticism!
His house was empty! At first, he could not believe it, but as he tramped from bedroom to bedroom and saw that their beds had not even been opened, an unprecedented wave of fury swept through his massive frame.
So, this was their dissolute practice when he was away? Not that he doubted for one moment their incestuous affiliations, but when he left for Boswell to fulfill the devil's accursed demands, they scurried away like evil little animals to sin and sin, and sin again! He'd never thought of that!
With blazing eyes he sought out his jug and poured a full glass of the fermented, almost white apple-extraction. Thirstily, he consumed two-thirds of it, then refilled the glass. Again, he drank heavily.
Where could they be?
He shook his huge, bearded head as might a powerful bulldog with its quarry between its set teeth. Lust and licentiousness were a part of it! He felt certain of that, even as his own denied, powerful loins throbbed in their needing desire. He would lay the whip to the boys, just as his own father had taught him! And he would take the girl to a room and chastise her in the very manner that Moses might decree...in the only punishing way she would understand! After all, she was a wanton female with salacity permeating her loins! There was but one cure for that...and he had it, thank the Lord!
He drained his glass, started to pour again, but instead, tilted the extended lip of the jug to his mouth and let the soothing liquid pour down into his belly... .
Where...? Where would they go...?
Suddenly, he thundered to his feet. Of course...! Why hadn't he thought of that? The Farleys! Those Messalinas! And it had been planned...knowing he was anticipating a trip to Boswell! How perfect for them...how shrewdly clever...giving themselves to the evil wantonness of the likes of those two daughters of Satan, and she, his own daughter, to the lascivious demands of the world-tainted son!
Once more, he raised the jug to his lips, drinking thirstily. He slammed the earthen container down onto the table and stared off at nothing; his brain worked feverishly.
You bitch! If only you hadn't taken the poison...helped me in raising them! Rot in hell, wife! I'll teach them right from wrong! Especially, your tender daughter.. . !
* * *
Jenny's whimpering plea begging him to take her...no, to fuck her...had raised unexpected sensations of lust in Paul, and he lifted himself, reaching down toward his loins, but she had anticipated him and her small hand darted between them to encircle his throbbing cock, causing them both to gasp hotly into each other's face...
Dear God! It felt so wonderful inside her clasping hand! For a long moment, she held it in possessive affection, then hesitantly guided its fleshy tip between the tight virginal lips of her passion-moistened vagina...Ooohhhhh...it was her Paul's...her own handsome Paul's...and God, how she wanted it inside her...!
Paul grunted above her as he felt her moving it up and down the dampened split wedgingly, parting the soft silky hair of her tender pussy with the palpitating, blood-engorged head.
"Damn!" he gasped chokingly. "G-Get it placed. Honey...then...then spread your thighs as...as far apart as you can...and lift your bottom...it'll help to.. . to open your.. . "
"My cunt?" Jenny hissed passionately, finishing his sentence with excited lewdness for him.
"Christ.. . ! Y-Yes...your beautiful, precious little cunt!" Paul whispered hotly, the sound of the obscene four-letter word tumbling from her delicate lips adding additional fuel to his building licentiousness.
"All right, Darling...like this?" Jenny questioned, spreading her firm young thighs lubriciously and placing her feet flat in the sand to raise her soft curling pubic hair up against the tip of his probing cock.
"Oh Jenny...you luscious little creature!" Paul gasped at her eager bodily response and the wild tickling sensation brushing at the head of his cock.
"Now...now, Darling, do it! Please...fuck me!" she pleaded once more, moving her raised buttocks back and forth in wanton desire, her small, chaste vaginal mouth nibbling warmly at the end of his aching member.
Paul couldn't have held back if his life depended on it! Yet, above all, he didn't want to hurt her and her tight little pussy hole seemed so small to him as he began to exert pressure; he felt her soft, sensitive flesh give before the swollen rubbery tip of his cock and realized that she was holding her breath. . . .
Suddenly, Jenny whimpered in a blend of passionate desire and trembling misgiving, sensing the tender lips around her tingling vaginal passage abruptly pressured open. The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment causing a sharp little pain that whipped her breath away, the sudden thought racing into her brain that it was never going to fit! Dear God, it was too big for her small cuntal passage.. . ! Yes...too big...! And even as she speculated in growing consternation, something gave...! Sharper stretching pains charged through her loins into her belly and she bit at her lip tightly...
"Damn...it hurt you, didn't it, Baby? And I didn't want it to!" Paul bemoaned down into her beautiful, stunned young face. "Y-You want to stop...? "
"No! No! Don't stop, Darling!" Jenny cried, rolling her head slowly back and forth, her fingers clawing into the hard flesh of his strong arms. "Do it! Please...do it.. . ! "
Again, he pressed his hips forward, slipping in quarter and half-inches the thickened shaft of his hard cock into the hot velvety stretching flesh of her virginal cunt-passage...gently but relentlessly against the warm, elastic resistance...until she couldn't hold back a whimper of rising pain.
"Oooohhhh...aaauuuggghhhh...Darling
. . . ooohhhh...it hurts...! M-My God...! "
Paul stopped then, catching her tossing head between his hands and bending down to kiss her swollen, chewed lips, feeling the moisture of her tear-dampened cheeks against his own. "Easy, Baby, the worst is over," he soothed lovingly. "It'll be all right in a minute...hold tight to me...yes, like that...dig your nails into me...anything!" he whispered, his hands moving down to slip beneath her firm, rounded buttocks, cupping them and holding them up to his loins as he once more began to gently, but firmly, push into her with his aching cock.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God.. . ! " Jenny chanted painfully at his unceasing entry into her horribly stretched little vagina, the agony seeming to mount to an unbearable point...and then, they both heard it.. . the tight, vainly resisting membrane of her maidenhead popping with a quick, muffled sound, and abruptly, his blood-filled cock slipped moistly inside her with a quick rush that left her gasping for breath!
By the faint light from the moon, Paul saw her eyes open wide as did her mouth at the submerging charge of his stone-hard rod of flesh into the smooth channeled depths of her tight, no-longer virginal, pussy.
"Ooooohhhhhhh...auuugghhhhhhh!" she groaned uncontrollably as Paul felt the warm, velvet-like sheath slip viscidly over his sensitive, lust-stiffened cock...felt it race up her cuntal passage deep into her heaving little belly before he could control the pressure he had been forced to exert...her delightfully squeezing pussy walls, so moist and tight, clasping the entire length of his prick...until with a loud grunt his balls slapped fleshly into the upturned cheeks of her tensely clenching ass.
* * *
Kim clung to the raft until Birt and Garth Jarvis came up on either side of her catching a hand-hold on the anchored platform. They were both breathing hard from the effort of their swim and she couldn't help but laugh at them.
"You boys don't have as much stamina as I thought," she teased, suddenly reaching down in the water to find Birt's cock...and to find it quite flaccid. "Oohhh, Birtie.. . " she pouted tauntingly as he jerked and grunted to her licentiously grasping hand. "Now what do you expect to do to me with that...? "
"Oh cripes!" Birt replied characteristically for the millionth time that night...until Kim thought if she heard it once more she would scream.
It was all so ridiculous in the first place, she decided, feeling Garth's cool, naked body floating up behind her, his re-hardening penis brushing against her naked buttocks, and then his hands reaching around to cup her breasts.
God...what was she doing? She didn't want either one of them...not really! Her jealousy and anger at Paul had goaded her into believing that somehow she would be getting even with him...!
"Let's do it!" Garth said huskily, one of his hands moving eagerly down over her belly toward her pussy.
"Do what?" Kim said, catching a hold on his wrist, then easily twisting out of his embracing ft rms.
"You know...what you said...about a water circus! Cripes, you know.. . ! " he gasped, thrashing in the water to reach her once more, "I've got a better idea yet!" Kim tittered, easily keeping a distance between both boys and herself. "Why don't you two play with each other and I'll watch...? "
"W-What?" Birt asked incredulously.
Kim laughed outright, and Garth snapped: "Why...why you damn little bitch? Come on, Birt, let's get her...! "
Still laughing, Kim struck out toward shore with both of them at least ten-feet behind her, not the slightest bit worried about them overtaking her.
"Catch me, boys, and I'll let you fuck me...if you still have the strength!" she called back mockingly in the darkness, then began seriously putting increasing yardage between them. Once on the beach she would scoop up her bikini and run up to the cottage...God, what had she been thinking of, anyway? Daddy was coming tonight...might even be there now! Sweet, sweet Daddy...!
* * *
Jenny felt the hard, spongy tip of Paul's cock pressing relentlessly deep up inside her against what must surely be her cervix; the ridges of solid flesh along its length, the tickling of his testicles crammed tightly into the smooth crevice between her trembling buttocks, all were suddenly a part of her. Something delightful was happening within her quivering, unplundered belly. She wasn't exactly sure what it was, but she had become one with him, and in-spite of the lessening ripples of pain still alive in her loins, her tiny tongue slipped out to begin an erotic licking at her lips.
Paul could faintly see the flaring of her nostrils as she lay fully impaled beneath him, and with his cock entombed up inside her hot, tight channel to its hilt, he lowered down to kiss her waiting, receptive mouth. She clung ardently to him, moaning with passion and nibbling at his tongue as he gently began to flex the rigid stalk of his organ inside her raising new little sounds of desire into her throat, until at last, she began to answer with a responsive tightening of her vaginal muscles, and her flaring nostrils picked up the cadence.
It was a strange impaling sensation, but hardly pain any longer, Jenny reasoned nebulously. In its place a maddening electric-like tingle of rapture had bloomed inside her belly and loins to race crazily over the raw nerve-ends of her vibrant young body. Dear God, this was it...love!...the reason for being...the meaning of all things! Yes...yes...all things tightly embodies into one that ripples through her wanting cunt and out its fleecy outer lips, coursing like tiny pitchfork carrying imps over her milky-white thighs to the full length of her legs and about her toes as she curled them tightly to the soles of her feet. It shot from her contracting belly insanely through her rib-cage to the distended, encased nipples of her passionately throbbing breasts.
"Ooohhh...ooohhhh, Paul darling! Do it.. . do it! I want it moving in and out of me now...please, my darling.. . now!"
Gently at first, then increasing the pace and length of his stroke, Paul began to fuck into her, establishing an erotic sawing motion, his ever-expanding hard cock riding moistly up into her delicious young cuntal channel, her body reacting enchantedly as she writhed and squirmed beneath him, lifting her loins to his in impassioned rhythm.
There had never been a girl like this!...a girl!...a moment!...a sensation of such complete enrapturing love! God, how he loved her! Paul realized almost fanatically! His whole meaning for being...his exact destiny on this earth had been fulfilled the moment she was born! He watched her toss her beautiful head in unequivocal bliss, all signs of pain completely gone from her magnificent young body, her legs spread wide in lustful acceptance of his impaling cock, beautifully shaped legs that quivered and twitched spasmodically in unashamed sexual tempo, while her tongue slithered moistly in an in-and-out oral fucking semblance of their act below.
Sensitively, Paul felt tears of utter joy filling his eyes. Love and lust made weird partners, he thought in stupid happiness. God, she wanted him as much as he wanted her, but in true love, not the tripe he had associated himself with! Meaningfully, he began to move into her with greater force, lengthening his strokes as well as quickening them as she whimpered ecstatically under him. He drew his aching cock nearly out of the tight moist sheath clasping it ravenously, then thrust it back deep into her upraised teen-aged pussy, his balls slapping hard against the hairless, puckered hole of her tiny anus!
Possessively, he gaped downward in the faint light at where his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her enchanting little cunt, concentrating on the mind-shattering sensations of the soft, swollen, hair-lined folds of her pink, clasping vaginal-flesh clinging frantically to his raging prick ramming now with lustful force into her belly, the wanting passage of velvety raw flesh sucking at it as might a newborn baby's lips on its mother's nipple each time he pulled it out, then the tiny petals vanishing as he surged ever more violently into her.
"Oh...ooohhhh. Darling!" Jenny gasped. "Yes.. . ! Yes! Yes! Don't stop! Do it hard! Fuck me hard, my darling.. . ! "
"I love you!" Paul gasped, kissing her lips, nose, eyes.
"Y-Yes...I know! And I...I...oh God, Paul, my love...I'm going to...! " Jenny gasped, squirming madly to the sensations of ultimate release building inside her. "I'm going to...to do it... "
"To cum?" he blurted. "Yes...! To cum...cum...cum...! "
* * *
To her immediate knowledge, Linda couldn't recall such immediate fermentations of desire as she had set-off with her forbidden plans, Keith's phone-call, plus her own taunting of her never-satisfied desires.
She had sat very placidly in the deck-chair, lewdly incited by the idea of her own thighs spread open before her, with her tingling cunt beneath her caressing hand so nakedly exposed to the whole world. She had made up her mind not to make herself cum...only to tease for what was later to come.. .
And then, the lights!
In a scurry, Linda tugged down her skirt as the vehicle swung into the yard. It couldn't be Keith! She moved forward and stood, then saw the massive presence of Reed Jarvis!
She had the door hooked, but his powerful hand against it had torn the eye from its screwed-in place.
"Where are they, Lady?" he questioned menacingly. "Where are my children?"
Linda backed away in stunned fear, cringing before the ferocity of his blazing eyes. "I-I...they're . . . " she stammered and choked on the words, unable to get them out.
"Don't toy with me woman!" the giant ogre boomed. "Where are they?"
"T-The beach...a cookout...that's all, Mr. Jarvis...! " she managed at last, her hand clutching at the hollow of her slender throat. "Please...they've done nothing wrong...I've been right here...listening to them laughing and singing . . . "
"Huh!" he sneered mockingly. "You? God forbid! I'll decide that for myself!"
. . . And with that, he was gone, storming off the verandah down the path toward the beach...! Dear God! She could only pray that he wouldn't catch them right in the act.. . ! Oh Keith, why don't you come...?
* * *
Paul could only think of a tiny squirming little animal as Jenny moaned and whined in under him, guttural sounds that were coming from deep in her throat, while her strong working thighs opened and closed around him as she thrust her loins upward onto his furious cock in counter motion to his wild plunges.
"Ooohh...Darling, harder...har-rrdeeerrrr!" she whimpered blissfully, drawing back her legs and locking them over his shoulders, presenting him with the full, widespread plain of her upraised cunt. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly together, while her face twisted and strained as her orgasm came onto her.
"Ooohhh...ooohhhh, Paul...I...I'm going to cum! Oohhh...Now!...Now!"
Paul clutched his fingers into the firm, satiny flesh of her driving young buttocks, lifting and drawing them tighter to him, then sensed her contracting cunt-walls open like a myriad of tiny wells, emitting a flood of warm, gushing female secretions to bathe his frantically pummeling cock. He rammed harder, faster, burrowing deep, deep into the hot liquid depths of her spasming channel, and the liquid seeped wetly out around his battering organ, flowing down the crevice of her lovely white ass to flood his balls as they slapped rhythmically against her excitedly working anus...!
"Where are you? In God's name, where are yon brats of Satan...? "
Paul felt an icy chill race the length of his spine at the blood-curdling sound of the thundering voice splitting the silence of the night!
"Oh my God! It's Pa...! " Jenny exclaimed, suddenly shoving and clawing as she twisted savagely to get from beneath her panting young lover who was still trying to plunge his unfulfilled cock into her now fearfully recoiling passage.
"Oh Christ...just another minute?" Paul pleaded, trying to hold her pinned under him while his hips worked in a desperate rutting action.
"Stop! Let me up, damn you!" Jenny spat and writhed in her panic. "Let me up or I'll scream and...and he'll kill you...! "
Paul couldn't believe it! The look of horrified terror that had came over her...and her threat.. . ! It struck him then that she wasn't lying, that in her terrible fear of this monster she would sacrifice him and cry rape...!
He rolled off of her, hearing but not listening to the fear-filled voices of her brothers cowering before the enraged man's condemning roar, watching as she pulled on her panties, frantic whimpers bubbling out of her, then straightening her hair and clothing before bolting to her feet.. . deserting him and his aching cock without even so much as a good-bye...!
CHAPTER 9
Kim had gotten to the beach, nimbly swiping up her bikini pieces with the boys shouting and thrashing in the water behind her. She had started to laugh and race naked up the path toward the cottage; It was fun really; then she had spotted the lights and heard Reed Jarvis' explosive voice talking to her step-mother...!
The apprehension that had charged through her stopping her cold, had been for the twins and Jenny rather than herself, and quickly she had run back to the beach to meet the blond-haired young adonises who were struggling out of the water and lunging toward her with outstretched arms.
"Hurry!" she warned. "It's your father! Get something on and keep him busy while I find Paul and Jenny...! "
With that she had melted into the brush like a wood sprite, still carrying her tiny wisps of covering in her hand, the switch's of undergrowth angrily clawing and stinging her white, naked flesh, her high-set, firm full breasts swaying and dancing as she ran through the darkness in her attempt to locate them...but she never did...Finally, she had heard the terrible reprimanding voice of the bearded giant again, along with the pleading voices of Birt and Garth, and the sobbing whimpers of Jenny; the truck had started up and left. Only the silence of the darkness remained.
She slipped into her bikini once more and started back toward the cottage. God, she thought, what an utter fiasco this night had been...!
Linda was in the sitting-room, a drink in her trembling hand, her face drawn and pale in the aftermath of obvious fear, when Kim entered.
"Thank God, you're all right, Baby!" her step-mother exclaimed, then sighed heavily, leaning back in her chair. "I was just going to start looking for you... "
"I hid in the brush when I heard his terrible voice," Kim said, walking into the light to better see what damage had been done to her smooth, satiny skin. A few red welts and a scratch here and there...nothing serious. "Did Paul come back yet?"
"He's in his room...looking quite awful...I think he was actually crying, Kim . . . " Linda said, her own beautiful eyes visibly moist. "Did...did anything happen...I mean, were you doing things...? "
"No...not really," Kim replied evasively. She could see no reason to elaborate. "But God, Linda, what a horrifying man he is! If only Daddy had been here...! I thought he was coming tonight...? "
"He is, Darling. He ran into some car trouble. He'll be late, but he's coming," Linda informed, taking a long swallow from her glass. "And I'm going to insist that he keep that self-righteous brute off this place. My God, those poor children...! I wonder what he'll do to them?"
Kim didn't attempt to answer her question; she was more concerned with her own brother and what had really transpired between Jenny and him. Had he done it to her? Maybe she'd been too frightened or prudish...? She hoped so. "I'm going in to see Paul."
"His door is locked, Baby," Linda said. "I think it's better if we leave him alone until whatever it is wears off. He seemed quite upset."
Kim nodded, respecting her step-mother's advice. Perhaps it would be better to wait awhile...let him calm down...but she was definitely going to him, and this very night! Even the appalling presence of Reed Jarvis had done little to eliminate the desire that had been fermenting inside her the entire day...and secretly, maybe she was happy that the terrible man had made his bombastic appearance! Now, she could have him, her Paul, all to herself...Where had she put that little flashlight, anyway...?
* * *
Paul lay stripped on his bed in the soft, shaded glow from the bedside lamp, the sweet smell of pot-smoke heavy in the room, his unsatisfied penis still in a semi-state of hardness, a nauseating ache pulsing in his groin.
Christ, he still couldn't believe the way she had turned on him, her luscious body cringing in rank fear...one minute loving him...the next, ready to betray him...! Love? Bullshit! Damn her beautiful, hot little ass! What kind of hold was it that such a raving fanatic could have on his kids? Not that it made a hell of a lot of difference to him anymore; their short-lived love affair was .certainly washed up! Paul Farley would be the last person in the world she would ever want to look at again...and if she was that goddamned spineless he wasn't so certain that he gave a damn! Only...only that was a lie! he realized, dragging deep from the rolled cylinder in his hand and holding the smoke down to let its euphoric effects work at soothing his physical and mental frustrations.
To hell with it...with her! It was back to the bitches for him! Leave the unsoiled precious virgins to their goddamned world of fantasy and zealous, fiery-eyed fathers. . . ! Damn...oh damn! He could bawl! And his lousy cock was as hard as a broom-handle again...!
* * *
Two more scotches, following Kim's exit to her room, had returned Linda's jangled nerves to normal, besides re-kindling the yet unsated lust she had spent the evening in honing to a stabbing needlepoint. Of course, her considerable liquor consumption was having its effect on her physical and mental equilibrium too, she realized, but she had reached that befogged stage of not giving a damn, of where her lecherous libido was taking command over any better judgment she had ever laid claim to.
And Keith, damn him, where was he? It seemed hours since he'd called...Sending her and the children up here...exposing them to that hideous monster...just because he couldn't face up to the fact that he letched after his own daughter.. . ! Well, she lusted after his son, too, and right at that very singular moment her pussy was like a little nest of moist, palpitating excitement just thinking about him!
God! He had been in his room over an hour now...maybe longer, she wasn't certain of time it seemed...but she'd heard him unlock his door and go to the bathroom sometime before, and she was certain that he hadn't relocked it when he'd returned...and he was lying in there alone...naked probably, his sleek young muscular body stretched out in the cool of the opened-windowed breeze...and perhaps with his already enlightened teenaged cock hard and rigid in want and need...and the needing that she had and wanted to give, immerse him in her salaciously insatiable passion...!
Awkwardly, Linda got to her feet, using chair-arms and tables to keep from staggering. Lord, she was drunk! And how! Woooo...! She smiled to herself sillily. Not that she needed any false courage, but it helped, she thought, stumbling toward her bedroom to undress, insane little spirals of licentious sensations permeating her taunted and teased genitals at the thought of what she intended to do!
* * *
Reed Jarvis, a horsewhip in his meaty hand, stood ominously towering over the table in his barren kitchen and the three horror-struck young people cowing in their chairs around it.
"Retribution is at hand you evil vomit of your mother's womb!" he bellowed portentously. "Did you think for one moment that I haven't known what goes on amongst you? God have mercy on you for the unforgivable stigma of your sins...because I don't intend to! I'm going to strip the very hides from your backs!" he snarled viciously at the twins; then, to his only daughter who sat with sobbing, buried face in her hands: "You, slattern, I'll teach another way...in a manner the likes of your wanton soul will better understand! But first...as prescribed by His law, you will confess...openly confess to me and before your sister and brother the wicked debaucheries you've all shared in your lust...then, will come the penance! Speak, damn you! Speak!"
Of the three, Jenny did not move as his tremendous hand crashed down in emphasis on the table, while both Birt and Garth exploded in crazed cries of fear. It had occurred to her suddenly that there was nothing more this misled tyrant who was her father could do to destroy her. In her insane fear at the tumultuous scream of his voice on the beach, she had panicked, like a shocked and awe-stricken animal racing for the cover of its den before the bestial hunter, only to recover herself in sanctuary and realize that her mate lie naked and wounded out there before the hunter's fiendish wrath!
Dear God, what had she done to the only person who had ever truly brought her blissful happiness? She loved him, but had deserted him...or was it that she was trying to save him...?
"We...we didn't do anything, Pa! I swear it!" Garth blurted. "We just swam and stuff.. . ! Honest! And if that woman hadn't did what she did to me today...I wouldn't even've been there...! "
"What are you saying, boy?" Reed Jarvis thundered, catching his son's forearm in an iron grip, making the boy wince. "Tell me! What're you saying?"
"Ungh!" Garth winced again to his father's inhuman grasp. "I-It's the truth, I swear it! She...she caught me in the woods peeing and jumped me from behind! She...she raped me, Pa.. . ! "
"God Almighty!" the massive brute gasped.
"It...it's true, Pa!" Birt chimed in quickly, seeing his own outlet from punishment. "She did the same to me earlier...when I left to take Jenny to Cold Spring. She was on the private road with a flat-tire and I changed it for her. . . ! Then...then, she took me into the woods and did things to me...! Oh God, on my honor, I swear it!"
"Did things? What things?" the gargantuan man probed, his blazing eyes narrowed in seething raged lust.
"Things...like...like taking my penis and...and putting it in her mouth!" Birt moaned.
"Set up, boy! This is no time for whimpering like a beaten cur! Did she...did she draw out and swallow your seed?"
"Oh, Pa.. . ! "
"Well, answer me, you beguiled, warped animal ! Did she?"
"Yes! Yes, she did!" Birt cried.
"And you, brother to this jellyfish? Did she extract the sperm from your loins?"
"Y-Yes...yes, she did!" Garth blurted, lowering his head in shame.
"Foul specimens of prurience!" Reed Jarvis spat vindictively. "And you, maiden of lust, let me hear your confession!"
Jenny did not speak. Her brother's timid betrayals had somehow given her strength. Suddenly, she felt her head being jerked upward from her hands by the force of her hair, a shrieking pain racing through her skull as if she were in the process of being scalped.
"Speak up, slattern bitch!" her father spat down into her face. "Tell us before the Almighty your wanton sins!"
"I have none!" she replied through clenched teeth up at him. "None...do you hear? None!"
"You lie! Like the despicable person of your mother, you lie! You're filled with her blood! You're twisted, whorish and evil!" he spat, tiny flecks of spittle at the corners of his mouth and on the spears of his red beard.
But she hadn't! She had committed no sin! She loved Paul Farley, and giving her body to him had never been an act of wantonness...only love, untainted love...love...love! She had betrayed him once, but she would not do it this, a second time! Even Peter had been given three chances...!
"All right, little slut!" her father spat vilely. "If you choose to protect the evil! But you'll witness retribution! You'll come with us while we, your brothers and myself, bear the staff of righteousness into that evil place, extracting an eye for an eye, and carrying out the Word of the Book!"
Garth looked to his brother's drawn and frightened face, finding nothing there but a reflection of his own fears. "What-What do you mean, Pa...! " he managed finally.
"What do I mean...? I'll show you! All of you, get back in the pickup! The Jarvis' are going to reek vengeance in kind...! "
CHAPTER 10
Unintentionally, Kim slept, the tiny flashlight still held tightly in her hand.
Paul lay in the pineish breeze that came up from the lake in a whispering sound through the tall trees to sooth his naked flesh. He couldn't sleep. In the mesmerizing wake of three joints it seemed that he should, but he could not. His cock protruded from his pelvis like a knight's lance, and his loins throbbed with his unfulfilled desire. He rolled and tossed for over an hour, grinding it against and into the weave of the sheet, between his belly and that luxury of cloth, sensing it growing more feverish rather than less...until he had reached the point of doing what he had not had to in two years.
Shit! What difference did it make? His groin throbbed painfully! No use of thinking about her anymore...it was over! Her Pa had come! Christ, what was his thing? Did he want her, too? Why not? It was common enough wasn't it...?
He reached down and encircled his cock with his hand. Maybe this was the way! No pain...no stigma...no attachments...
The door opening caught his eye...held it until he was sure, and then, out of the shadows he saw her moving toward his bed! Her? Of course...with tits...? Who else but a her...? His stepmother! Linda! My God, Linda! Completely and beautifully naked...Linda! Ever moving toward his bed, she came, a smile...a silly smile on her face, the absolute entrancement of her full, firm breasts waggling gently, holding his eyes' level all the way across the room...and then, he saw the rest of her, the wasp waist, the wide hips, the thighs and the smattering of dark curling pubic hair covering her loins...he saw them and went back to the distended nipples of her breasts!
"Wh-What the hell!" he gasped at her.
She sat down on the edge of his bed. "Are...are you ready for me, Baby?"
He could see her well in the shaded light from his glowing lamp. Christ! His father would kill him! She was beautiful...all the wet dreams he had ever had! He said: "I think you got the wrong door...! "
"No. I've got the one I looked for," she answered softly, crawling onto the bed...and then, her lips were upon his and he drew her up into his arms until her breasts...her beautiful breasts slowly crushed against him.
He turned his head away and forced her tongue out of his mouth and said: "Oh Christ! What're you trying to prove, Linda?"
"That you want me...and I want you!" she answered softly, but emphatically.
"Okay...okay...but what about Dad?"
"What about him, Darling? What...how much do you know about Dad? Remember...you were all Mom, eh? Now...what do you know about Dad?"
Of course, Paul never caught the first iota of her meaning. She was talking, confusing him. And if he had, it was doubtful that he would ever have reasoned what she was saying. The feel of her long, statuesque body blended against his was enough to blind his senses. He began to rub his cock up against her soft yielding belly, and then her hand descended to find it, grasp it, and taunt it more in knowing measures of stroking sensual pleasure.
Linda ran her thumb over the slit at its tip, finding the expected drop of secretion and smoothing it down over the shaft's rubbery head, around its crown to the spot of enticement beneath its coronal rim. She felt Paul squirm and jerk beneath the lecherous touch of her educated hand. She leaned close, offering her soft mouth up in a pursed kiss and he lifted his head to receive it, then, she applied slow and taunting pressure, squeezing the wedge of her tiny pink tongue out to taunt his lips and slip between them into his mouth.
Hungrily, she felt him draw it into the cavern, his own young masculine tongue and clean white teeth imprisoning it in a warm sucking motion that told her all she wanted to know!
He was ready...more than ready! She had timed her entrance perfectly!
"Oh God...y-you bitch!" he gasped hissingly. "You beautiful bitch!"
She slithered from his grasp lower to kiss his chest and the nipples of his hard breasts swirling her tongue wildly around their hairy foundation. She raised her head and said: "I'm going to suck your cock, little darling, Paul! I'm going to suck it until it squirts all of its love-juice into my mouth, then, I'll come back and kiss you with it still on my lips!"
For a long moment, he breathed heavily, before he said: "You beautiful wanton bitch! Damn! Go ahead! I want you to! Suck it. Mama! Suck it!"
She squirmed downward in the bed, then kissed his navel and laved his lean muscular stomach with her tongue, sensing him writhing and jerking beneath it. She still held to his cock working its outer layer of hot, heavy skin back and forth over the throbbing shaft of rigid flesh, measuring it, feeling its thickness and ruling its length by the width of her hand, not unhappily...certainly incited if by nothing more than the soft, springy sensation of his pubic hair beneath the base of her fingers and palm...and finally the feel of his full, bloated testicles when she searched down there and cupped them warmly...
. . . And that was where her hand rested, encompassing the inflated sphere of his balls when she lowered her face and mouth to the head of his cock and began to explore and lick at the split of its tip, wild sensations of lecherous enchantment charging through her and spilling the lubricious secretions from the secret sources of her pulsating vagina.
* * *
When all was repaired and Keith Farley had paid the thirty-four dollars charges, he drove out of the garage slowly, and along the narrow street toward the freeway with a tiny lump in his throat, the words of his luscious young wife still looming strong in his mind. involves you and Kim erotically . . . . '"
God! Had she realized what she was saying...? Or had she been drinking too heavily again? The damned booze...it seemed to be her steady diet lately...for some reason or other; he'd noted it too many times...but even so, she had said "You and Kim" very plainly! And there was only one meaning to such a statement...after the way he had blurted out his soul to her when he'd returned from San Francisco !
Oh God! Yes, oh God! What else was there to say? He'd been a fool to reveal his terrible secret, even...maybe, especially, to his own wife! What must she really think of him, now that she knew?
A father lecherously desiring his own daughter...but he did! He did! Christ, he even dreamed about it! He went to sleep with his cock hard in its longing, and awakened with its throbbing in the aftermath of his lurid dreams, the uncontrollable lurching shaft of flesh even worse in her presence along the hallway, wearing, or not, whatever, or at the breakfast table when he looked hungrily at her long blonde hair, her full pointed young breasts, the semblance of the face that had been her beautiful mother's...!
"Bye bye, Daddy!" she would sing...and the kiss and hug... But then, had come the kiss when they had left for the cottage, and he knew for certain that he'd felt her tongue teasing provocatively and subtly at his lips, and he had seen the twinkle of knowing in her eye...!
Damn! He should keep driving right straight to San Francisco and look up Dolly! Maybe he could resolve it all there...empty the incestuous lust from his loins...and she would be ready...waiting...that voluptuous little dark creature.. . ! But he knew he would not
. . . .had no intention of doing such a thing! Kim
. . . .Kim...it was Kim that he had to have...and Linda had said: ". . . Erotic plans...involving you and Kim.. . " or something like that!
Evil! Horribly evil! But he wanted it...her, his own baby, flesh of his flesh...!
Christ, his cock was so hard it was going to crack open!
* * *
Paul could not control the moan of erotic pleasure that escaped him as the older woman planted herself on her knees between his thighs that she had spread to her own desire, her lovely face hovering above his cock in the faint light of the lamp, her long hair taunting his belly, a peeking view of her lush hanging breasts swaying gently beneath her as she clung to his achingly hard stalk of genital flesh visible through the separated strands!
Christ! His own stepmother! His dad's wife! About to suck his throbbing cock! And he wanted her to! Wanted her to so badly! Goddamn, he'd scream aloud if she didn't...but she was going to...he didn't have to worry about that he knew, watching her warm, red lips moving down toward it!
God, it was enticing! Longer and thicker than his father's, Linda contemplated through wild and hungry,, liquor-glazed eyes! Longer and thicker...a splendid cock her young stepson possessed!
For one long moment, she taunted her own desire, just devouring its youthful beauty with her eyes...the rich purple color of its vibrant head, the tiny cum split that creased it, the expanding width of its flattening, widening base. the pubic wiry hair bushing around it from his groin, the magnificent sac and size of his virile balls hanging so promisingly beneath and between his sinewy thighs with its brownish seam of separation, standing out as if it had been especially stitched on an exotic sewing machine...!
"Ooooh...God...! I've gone through enough teasing tonight, Mama!" Paul groaned, thrusting the hardened shaft up at her. "Either do what you're going to, or I'll jack it off in your face...! "
Linda tittered almost silently at his words, suddenly caressing his testicles and upward along the arched stalk of hardened flesh, his peaked lust apparent in his voice as much as his cock. Whatever had happened on the beach with that neighbor girl, it was going to prove in her favor. She lowered her face again and licked at its tip with her tiny tongue, exploring the damp little slit in a manner that he could watch. Her eyes closed and her mouth, open-lipped and moist, slipped down over it...down...down...down...taking three-quarters of it into the eager, sucking shelter...sucking, pulling, drawing...while her tiny tongue played erotic swirling games all around it and he gasped aloud in sensual pleasure!
Christ! His own mother was sucking his cock!
* * *
Kim awakened with a start, her senses slowly reacting to the carnal realm of her world. She found herself squirming, belly-down and mound extended against the cool sheet, before she actually comprehended in her mind the depth of it all. It came back to her in bits and pieces, along with the meaning of the flashlight in her small hand! God, she was almost flooded between the legs! Even the bed was wet from the moisture seeping from between her tight pussy-lips! She had had a dream...a crazy affair where both Paul and her Daddy had been her lover in simultaneous flashes...and God, she was hot.. . so hot!
There wasn't the slightest hesitation in her mind at what she was going to do as she swung from the bed with the little flashlight and walked to the door...not the slightest!
But in the hallway, she was surprised to see light still coming from the front room! Linda must still be out there. Daddy hadn't arrived yet! She had fallen asleep...! Good...!
Slowly, she turned the knob of Paul's door, slowly and silently, pressing inward, the flashlight in her hand...but she never had to flick it on...there was enough light to see everything!
Not that the sight before her was such a shock...it was not! She had seen Linda before in similar positions...but dear God, never with her brother, Paul! Neither of them heard her gasp, and she didn't have to grasp onto anything to support her in stunned astonishment. In fact, for a long moment, she merely stood there, absorbing the salaciously inciting spectacle of Linda's head bobbing up and down over his loins, her magnificent buttocks spread open and raised obscenely high to present the tiny puckered ring of her anus and the fleshy, parted, hair-lined lips of her cunt with its moist pink flesh between...all erotically swollen and waiting for some expected enchantment to come and fulfill it, much as was her own!
She stood and stood, hypnotically caught up by the sight of her pretty stepmother's genitals...perhaps because once before she had felt them, played in the moist slit of her cunt to bring her release...whatever? She stood mesmerized as much by their enchantment for her as what the beautiful, raven-haired Linda was doing for her darling brother!
To Kim, it suddenly seemed almost as if she herself was sucking Paul just in the watching of Linda's beautiful oral ministrations, and in all truth, she knew that she couldn't do it as well, or with such ultimate fulfillment.. . ! But she could help...! Yes, she could help...help by inspiring Linda...!
Unfathomable sensations the likes of which she had never even conjured in her most passionate moments charged through Kim as she stared fixedly at Linda's lewdly exposed buttocks and genitals. She had never imagined such enticingly compellingly thoughts as were racing through her infused mind at that moment.. . or had she? Had she...those hundred years ago when she's slept over with Julie Brown, her next door neighbor, and Julie had licked her pussy but she wouldn't return the favor? They had been nine...ten...whatever...what difference? God...she wanted to now! Really and truly wanted to...!
Paul raised his head and saw her then, an odd look of distorted apprehension trying to twist his face, but his lascivious desire was unquestionably controlling him.
"It's all right, Darling," Kim heard herself say, feeling the broadening smile to her lips as she kneed her body onto the bed. "I understand...she just beat me here is all.. . ! "
"Oh...oh Christ!" Paul gasped, staring at her in her pure, voluptuous nakedness, unable to comprehend the beautifully wicked obscenities he was being drenched in. Good God! They were both witches...his sister and his stepmother . . , entrancing him without even using the brews from their cauldrons...and Kim, she...she was crawling onto the bed behind the fiendish wench sucking his cock as if she were going to pull the lining from his balls through that tiny hole! Christ, what else was that baby sister of his going to do but lick the chief witch's cunt! Lick her cunt while she sucked him!
Goddamn! He couldn't stand it! He'd blow his feeble mind! What the hell had happened, anyway? What had he walked into by coming home? Get up...get up, Paul Farley! Kick 'em away! Oh Christ...he couldn't, he couldn't! His balls were afire with the very seething cauldron potion that they had brewed! After...yes, after. . . ! He would and could be all righteous after...soon...very soon...the way she was sucking him, taking the full length of his throbbing cock right down into her throat, pulling and sucking at it satanically, laving it with her tongue on the out-stroke, the pink ridges of her inner lips pulling out as she sucked up off of it obscenely, then vanishing again as she plunged down, while she caressed and scraped her nails beneath his pulsating balls...!
Oh Christ. . . Jenny...Jenny...!
* * *
Probably nothing could have prevented the brute-man she had thought of as her fear-inspiring, righteous-warped father from dragging her bodily to the home of the Farley's, Jenny realized, suffering what she felt was total degradation as the maddened monster burst into their living room, hauling her behind him as his two cowed sons trailed in back of them...walking brazenly into the supposed sanctuary of their house with the wrath of his vengeance his singular shield!
"Where are you, daughter of Satan?" he thundered, moving from one room to another and kicking open doors. "The vindication of Moses is upon you, whore!"
And then, even before the vibrations of his earth-shattering voice had warned them, he had found the right door and nearly unhinged it, his bull-like breath catching in his throat at the sight he saw...!
Jenny, too, couldn't help her first wail of despair at the totally orgiastic spectacle! She wanted to turn her face away, but could not! The tiny pink tongue of Kim was still lodged in her stepmother's cunt, and Linda Farley had yet to let go of Paul's thrusting cock that was obviously pumping its warm white nectar into her mouth, her desperately swallowing throat the telltale giveaway...!
"Oh...oh you dreg of hell's cistern!" Reed Jarvis roared, his lust-filled blazing eyes narrowing wickedly. "Not only my children, but your own, eh? Bitch! Filthy, trollop bitch!" He began to pull at his clothing. "Well, prepare yourself, whore of Babylon! The wrath of Moses is upon you!" He turned then to his sons: "Get your clothes off and fit yourself with the only weapon this M e s s a I i n a understands! Before we're done this night, the Law of damnation will register emphatically in her mind!"
No room within the boundaries of the republic had ever witnessed such an insane debacle, Paul reasoned, rolling away from his stepmother's hungrily sucking mouth, the thin string of his sperm still. attaching her lower lip obscenely to the head of his cock! And Kim had leaped from the bed, finding a corner, as if to hide her adolescent nakedness!
The realization that this man would dare crash into their house was beyond Paul's belief! Yet, he had, and undaunted! And at that very moment, was stripping the clothes from his body in their father's castle...!
Goddammit! What do you think you're doing?" Paul swore at him, getting from the bed to his feet.
"Boy! I'll tell you once and not again! Your evil, as that of my sons and daughter, unforgivable though it is, will be your answer before the Throne! But raise your hand to try and stop me from avengement and reparation of this slut's penance and I'll smash your face and break the bones of your back! The vengeance of The Word is upon her!"
Even as he stared at the gigantic man stripping himself of his clothing, as if he were going to take a quick dunk in the nearest pond...and his sons in the background, tugging at their own covering according to their father's direction, Paul couldn't help but get to his feet, trying to think of some way he could protect her.
He gaped down at Linda, lying on the bed with eyes the size of eggs, her mouth open, her breathing coming in long gasps...yet, he couldn't deny the feeling he sensed, that those egg-like eyes were staring and waiting for the unveiling of Reed Jarvis' loins!
He looked across the room at where Kim, his sister, had shrunk into a corner with Jenny beside her, hand on her head soothingly...strokingly, comforting words whispering from her freckled lips as she stroked his naked sister in some kind of understanding.
He moved toward them as Reed Jarvis paraded himself around the bed, his tremendous masculine, hairy frame completely nude, the fantastic length and breath of his huge cock cleaving the air like something out of another age!
Jenny first, sucked in her breath and reached for Paul's nearby hand. In her whole lifetime, she had never seen her father's penis!
"My God!" she gasped. "It isn't human!"
Paul held her hand tightly, hardly aware of his own nakedness, while Kim whimpered in the corner beneath them.
"It's all right now," Jenny said to her. "It's all right now, Darling. Get up and put some clothes on...or go to bed ....P'
"He...he'll tear her open with that...and she's so beautiful...such a beautiful person. . . . "
"Kim! For Christ's sake!" Paul blurted. "Get out of here! You've lost your mind...! "
She got to her feet then, undeniable bitterness in her eyes even in her nakedness. "What do you know, Paul Farley?" she spat at him. "What do you know about anything? Right before your eyes a man is about to rape your own stepmother! And what are you going to do to help her...? "
She ran to the door and neither tried to stop her. Instead, Paul's brain was suddenly incensed with her words. What wan he going to do to stop him? To help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! But not from the fear of getting his face bashed in! Only from the understanding in Linda's eyes! She wanted it! That horrible, horrendous cock dangling in the air as he moved toward her still spread-eagle body, and the two young satellites dancing on either side of her! She wanted them, too! Wanted them all! And Christ Almighty, there was little doubt but what she was going to get them!
In his nakedness, Paul clasped Jenny's hand, watching her father wedge himself arrogantly between Linda's thighs, his face a mask of puritanical lust!
"Retribution is at hand, whore! Where do you cry now?"
"Yet, you want it don't you, bitch? Want it tearing at your evil insides!" he hissed into her ear. "It's going to split your whoring belly open, but you want it!"
"Oh...oh God, please...do it but...don't hurt me . . ? " Linda pleaded pathetically.
Reed Jarvis laughed aloud. "Listen to me, slut! When this is buried inside you, the son you sucked to corruption will shove his cock up your ass...and then, the son you raped will ram his childlike weapon down your throat to suck, just as you were sucking your own stepson's when we came in! Three of us in you at once...the whore of Babylon...fucking and sucking like the she-bitch she is, in all the glory of her degradation... "
' "Oh...oh my God!" Linda gasped in unhide-able, masochistic anticipation as Reed Jarvis kneed closer to her defenseless loins, spreading her thighs brutally apart and clutching at his long, thick, heavy-veined cock lewdly, stroking the leathery foreskin obscenely back and forth over its moist, bulbous head. "Oh Paul...somebody...please help me...? "
With tears in her eyes, Kim had run back into the room at her stepmother's plea, gaping in disbelief at her brother who still stood by doing nothing. "For God's sake, get a gun or something, will you? He'll kill her with that horrible thing...! "
Paul smiled, let go of Jenny's trembling hand, and began to pull on clothes. "No," he said finally, "I won't get a gun...nor a club...nor I won't help her! She doesn't want me to anyway, little sister. I'm surprised at you, with all your lustful knowledge of fucking and sucking and lesbianism at fifteen...and you don't recognize a masochist when you see one? Look at the wild expression of licentiousness in her eyes! Christ, she's as perverted as that hypocritical old sadist getting ready to fuck her shitless...and the way you're going to be if you don't get away from her as soon as possible!"
"Oh...oh you...you cowardly bastard!" Kim screamed at him while he casually pulled on his shirt and stepped into a pair of loafers as if nothing out of the ordinary were taking place in the room.
"You can leave with Jenny and me if you want to," he said calmly. "I'm taking the Caddy to San Marco Point and I'll leave it there. Plenty of room for you and the twins. Later, you can decide what you're going to do, but Christ, Sis, there has to be something better than this...! "
Jenny had taken his hand tightly inside her own, a wave of warm happiness surging through her at his words. He was taking her away with him! He did love her! He did!
"M-My God, Paul...you can't mean it!"
Kim gasped. "Y-You're not going to just walk out and leave Linda to be raped by that fiend and...and his sons...? "
Paul glanced over at the bed, his bed, where his beautiful and naked stepmother lay obscenely spread open with raised knees before the bearded giant wedged between her full, ivory-white thighs, her hands reaching down lewdly in search of the huge, rigid pole of his cock, while her head tossed wantonly back and forth, her eyes staring unseeingly, her mouth...the very mouth that had sucked and drank his cum from his own wildly squirting cock...that lovely, lush-lipped mouth, half-open in lascivious want...and the massive ogre's blond-headed sons watching in lusty-eyed, mounting desire of their own. For a long moment, Paul surveyed that scene, listening to Linda's increasing moans of passion, until finally, he said:
"Rape? Rape. . . f I doubt that it's possible to rape that gal... Are you coming with us, Kim...? "
Kim still couldn't believe it, and she stood there in her voluptuous young nakedness shaking her head in growing fury. "No...no!" she whimpered, turning and running from the room once more, the sound of her sobs drifting back to them.
Paul looked to Jenny. "The twins . . ? " he questioned.
"No," she replied. "They're real cowards, Paul. They wouldn't dare... "
"Then let's you and me get to hell away from this goddamned place!" he said, putting his arm around her waist and leading her outside to the Caddy.
CHAPTER ll
Linda shuddered erotically, making no effort toward trying to overcome the wanton sensations guiding her every move, even as waves of humiliation and fear raced through her liquor-numbed brain. Through glazed eyes she stared at the impossible brutish cock she held in both hands...and then he was taking it from her to taunt and spread open the pink flesh of her cunt with its hardened spongy head, while his sons watched in awe-stricken fascination, the immediate contact of its satiny warm head against the tingling flesh of her vaginal opening causing further lewd carnal sensations to instantly surge through her.
"Ooohhhhh," she moaned uncontrollably. Oh God, where was Paul. Where were Kim and Jenny? Why didn't they help her? Ooohhh, no...she didn't want them to, did she?...not really...not really!
"You filthy slut?" Reed Jarvis snarled down at her through his awesome red beard. "You corrupter of children! This is your god, isn't it? The almighty cock?" he spat, continuing to tease her feverish pussy with his hardened penis. "Well now your phallic god is going to mete out your punishment, so prepare yourself bitch of Babylon!"
Again, Linda began to roll and toss her head from side to side, the results of her own stroking of her genitals, plus the sucking of Paul's cock while her stepdaughter, Kim, had licked her pussy from behind, all pyramiding her unfulfilled lust to a maddening point. God, she would go out of her mind completely if he didn't do something soon besides torment her seething cunt with the huge rubbery head of his tremendous cock!
"Oooohhhh...I-I can't stand it any longer! Ooohhh...put it in! Please? Fuck me between the legs!" she wailed between tightly clenched teeth. "Punish me if you're going to! But do it . . .oh, God, do it!"
Her use of the vilest of four-letter words and her masochistic plea for punishment charged through Reed Jarvis like the tines of the devil's fork. His cock had begun to throb as that of a spirited animal. He grabbed her wide spread legs behind the knees, thrusting them roughly back to double her naked body in a ball and flatten her rounded, firm breasts into her chest, hearing her grunt out her breath as he slithered up her soft, satiny flesh. His rigid, palpitating shaft of heated cock flesh brushed tensingly against the dampness of her soft curling, pubic-hair. He splayed his hands beside either of her shoulders, forcing her legs up and back until her ankles were locked behind his neck; then he gaped down between their bodies and saw her upturned loins, the wicked delight of her ivory-white buttocks nakedly exposed to him.
Her narrow expanded cunt-slit was visibly throbbing its flushed lips anxiously, the moist pink flesh held wide open by the pressure of his spreading thighs tightly up against her trembling buttocks.
"Now, bitch! Take it in your hand and punish yourself!" he spat viciously down at her. "Hurry! Take it before I change my mind and beat you to death with it!"
Linda's small hands groped frantically in desire, finding their way beneath the cheeks of her buttocks to grasp again the full-length of the lead-hard member. Her circling hands caressed it lustfully; she sensed its convulsing spasms against her soft palms and the viscid liquid that oozed in driblets from the blood-engorged head. She worked it up the vale between the soft, quivering moons of her buttocks, never allowing its touch to lose contact with her vibrant flesh, until it was adjusted between the now ravenously lubricated lips of her craving vagina. She held it in place with one hand and clutched at the massive man's buttocks with the other, hauling with all of her strength in an effort to pull it into her and quell the gnawing, hot heat burning madly in her belly.
Without benefit of mercy, Reed Jarvis flicked his powerful hips forward.
Linda winched, her breath clogging in her throat, feeling the lips of her throbbing vagina forced brutally open. Its elastic rimmed snug-ness resisted momentarily, then gave way beneath the cruel and harsh pressure. The pain shattered her for a long moment and she subconsciously tried to resist, squealing in helpless pain beneath him.
"Aaaaiiieeeggghhhhhh! Oh...auughhh!"
Jarvis reveled in that! He was elated to hear her agonizing cries! Now she knew the terrible-ness of his wrath! He had come to chastise her, and chastise her he would! Corrupt his children would she?
"Bitch!" he snarled and thrust again, listening intently for her deeper whines, waiting for her to scream for mercy. But there would be no mercy...! and he rammed forward with everything he had, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way in to its pelvic roots! He felt his sperm-swollen balls whap resoundingly against her tiny twitching anus as she ground her squirming buttocks hard down into the mattress, attempting to escape the vicious splitting impalement.
"Ooouuggghhh...my God!" Linda choked, her long legs jerking spasmodically in their trapped position. "Oh...oh Paul, Keith...somebody help me! He's tearing me open inside! Dear God...! "
"Ah bitch! That is your god, remember? It's the mighty cock...your god that's punishing you for your iniquities!" Reed Jarvis thundered gleefully. "And this is just the beginning...! "
In blinding pain, Linda heard his castigating laughter as she lie obscenely imprisoned beneath him, her naked white body pinned helplessly to the bed as though skewered by a massive spit. With her every jerk the huge head seemed to burrow deeper and deeper into her! Merciful God, was there no end to the horrifying thing?
Jarvis' outstretched arms pinioned her tightly to the bed, locking her legs in their unnatural, strained position. She was certain that she was being ripped down the middle. The searing, pole-like shaft of torturing flesh felt as though it would burst into her throat from beneath with its bloated tip thrust hard against her cervix, causing her head to rock as if it were hinged to her neck when he pulled partially out of her and rammed again.
The bearded giant gaped at her from above with a lascivious smirk on his lips. Damn her evil soul! he thought vindictively. She was a replica of every Boswell whore he had even known...yes, even of his own spineless wife! and at that moment she was knowing the fury of his indignation, her lips curled back from her pretty white teeth, pleading, incoherent whimpers gurgling up from the depths of her sperm-coated throat. Feebly, her arms were outstretched, palms against his hips, and he leered as he watched her attempting to hold back the blunt, mushroomed cock-head pressing against her evil womb like a great heavy stone.
Gutter whore! She had never known anything the likes of this, his brain reeled lustfully, holding her pinned in her lewd, humiliating position. He glanced down once more to see his wiry graying pubic-hairs entangled tightly with the silken strands between her legs, the base of his thick, fleshy cock barely protruding from its submerged depths in her pink clasping hole. He could see the wide spread, slightly bruised lips of her cunt stretched almost to the ripping point, the rubbery, hair-fringed mouth grasping tightly around the brownish skinned base of his cock.
"Look close, boys, and you'll see that the wicked witch is dying! But her punishment is just beginning!" Reed Jarvis roared at his sons, not looking at them, not knowing that they stood beside the bed with thrusting cocks hardened in teen-age lust by the sight of the beautiful naked woman helplessly balled into her obscene position, with their eyes glued to his massive cock buried inside her defenseless vagina...their misled brains calculating righteousness out of evil...but Kim did!
She understood! Tears dampened her tender cheeks as she clung to the doorway, holding her found, peignoir around her, not wanting them to know of her presence...not after the way she had taunted them on the beach, and in the moods they were in. God, they would rape her, too!
She peeked around the doorway, watching wide-eyed the horror of it all...the horror...horror? She tried to analyze the expressions on Linda's face as they came and went, never feeling so helpless in her life, but they didn't register horror...some pain, perhaps, but never horror! She fixed her eyes on her stepmother's beautiful buttocks and deeply impaled vagina...God! She-she was raising up to him...lifting her hips and buttocks suddenly to the ravaging of his inhuman cock! She couldn't believe it at first, but...but it was true! Linda, her own stepmother, her own father's wife, was giving herself to this...this terrible man...giving herself to his wicked cock!
Oohhh...oh, Paul...why didn't you stay? she questioned, sensing the revived turbulations between her thighs in her loins at the sight of Linda's licentious actions. God, how she had wanted him! But that freckled-faced bitch had gotten him...and she'd introduced them! Oh...oh Lord...He was not a coward and she knew it...but why hadn't he taken her instead of Jenny Jarvis...?
Stupid...stupid! Oh God...where was Daddy? Why didn't he come...all dressed in shining white...?
"Ooohhh...ooohhhhh...yessss, fuck it! Fuck it hard! Ram your animal cock into me! Harder...harder! Punish me, like you said you would, you bastard!"
Kim gaped in slackened-mouth shock at the sound of the obscene words of uncontrolled desire spewing from Linda's twisted mouth! Paul had been right! She was a masochist. . . she was actually deriving salacious, painful pleasure from the brutal fucking he was subjecting her to!
Suddenly, he was releasing her legs and rolling onto his side, clasping his huge hands at her waist and lifting her as if she were weightless, his heavy, hard cock still buried in her stepmother's widely stretched vagina to the depths of her belly as he moved onto his back and forced her to straddle his powerful hips, her lush, rotund breasts hanging and swaying above his blazing-eyed face!
Through Kim's aroused young body tingled sensations of yet unreleased prurience racing wildly at the licentious sight of Linda's white, lewdly open buttocks and moist pink cunt that was expanded beyond reason with the great cock thrust into it! And then, almost immediately before her disbelieving eyes, her stepmother began to raise her buttocks, sliding the new hungrily sucking mouth of her cunt upward along the unending length of the thick, glistening shaft of his hard male rod, then lowering forcefully, riding down onto it once more, the crinkled little hole of her anus gaping and twitching in the widespread position she had been made to assume...!
". . . Now boy! Get between my legs and ram it into her evil ass! No mercy...just ram it!" Reed Jarvis ordered wickedly.
Kim gasped aloud, staring in new lust-mounting apprehension as young Birt Jarvis eagerly kneed his way onto the bed between his father's spread legs, lewdly holding onto his hard, jerking young cock, its reddish inflated head pointed menacingly at the tiny puckered, mouth of Linda's defenseless rectum, hardly an inch above the lasciviously stretched vaginal hole where his father's massive organ lay hotly entombed.
Abruptly, Linda's beautiful body ceased to move, whether in resignation...awed horror.. . or perverted wanton desire...Kim would never know...but it became motionless as the blond boy nuzzled his cock-head without preliminaries against the tightly puckered little opening, clutched at her hips roughly and began to lewdly punch and thrust, worming the swollen rubbery head into the tiny prune-like mouth of her back passage!
"Oh...oh...God! Auugghhhh!" her stepmother grunted and choked drunkenly...yet, to Kim's stunned amazement, she saw that Linda was actually pressing her buttocks back toward Birt...forcing her anus onto his wedging cock, until suddenly there was a little popping sound as it wormed beyond her tightly resisting sphincter, the small brown orifice stretching obscenely to slip over it like a baby's mouth, and the sodomizing cock rushed into her nether-channel to its hilt!
To Linda, in her total lust-corrupted state, pain had become paraphiliac pleasure. Now, there were two ravishing, punishing cocks inside her...father and son! she vaguely reasoned in her perverted passion. God, how agonizingly beautiful.. . !
"Go on, boy! Slam it into her!" Reed Jarvis ordered his son. "Punish the bitch for what she did to you! No mercy! Ram it to her!"
Linda couldn't contain the grunts of masochistic salacity pouring from her lips as she felt the young, heavily panting boys hardened penis begin to thrust solidly into her rectum, chafing and rubbing to a prurient pain the tender spongy flesh of her back channel. She became aware of his young hands gripping her smooth hips with a harsh pressure as he sawed and drubbed into her, the pleasure-pain going on and on, with each vicious plunge raising a throaty grunt that filled the room. She stared unseeingly, suddenly conscious of the boy's father's giant hands beneath her cruelly mauling and kneading her hanging breasts, while his son pummeled between her obscenely exposed buttocks with longer, smoother strokes, shoving the entire length of his hard, teenaged cock right up her ass, until she could feel his youthful bloated balls slapping each time against the expanded, cock-stuffed mouth of her pussy.
"How do you like it, filthy whore...corrupter of children?" Reed Jarvis grunted up at her as he continued to squeeze and torment her lush breasts, twisting their distended nipples cruelly. Then, with a spine-shattering lurch, he drove his massive cock upward into her vagina to stab at the underside of her belly, forcing a pain-filled groan to burst from her throat. "You foul slut! You'll wish you were dead "before we're done with you this night!" o
His hate meant little to Linda in her drink-glazed state of lecherous passion, yet his words had registered, and suddenly she almost felt like laughing down into his hair-covered, evil face. Punishment. . . ? Dear God, it was wonderful bliss!...being raped and chastised by two merciless cocks fucking into her soft, insatiable body, with only the slightest partition of tissue between her cunt and rectum separating the ramming, thick shafts of hard flesh. Yes, she would even welcome death, if she could die this way...! Oh God...more...more...she wanted more!
Kim continued to watch from the security of the doorway, staring in mesmerized, libidinous excitement, the urge to reach down inside her gown and stroke her own moist, tingling pussy growing carnally to near uncontrollable proportions, as she gaped at the young Birt Jarvis' sodomizing cock racing hotly into her stepmother's rectum, while his father's brutal, hairy loins plunged up and down furiously, in and out of her tight, obscenely stretched pussy with cruel, tunneling strokes...both of them finally striking a dual cadence that buffeted her between them smoothly, while Linda moaned continuously at the wild ravishment of her empassioned genitals!
Garth Jarvis's movements distracted Kim's straining eyes then, and she watched the handsome blond twin who stood naked beside the bed massaging and pulling at his lust-swollen cock with impatient desire.
"N-Now, Pa...? " he gasped suddenly. "Can
I do it in her mouth now ....? "
Kim saw the big man roll his head, his wide-eyes staring almost blankly at his feverishly waiting son...as if he had forgotten that he was there.
"Wh-What...? " he rasped, the thunder strangely drained from his voice, his blank stare more enfeebled than fiery, his own lips loosely opened as he sucked in heaving gasps of breath.
"Cripes, Pa...when...? " Garth half-whimpered.
It was Linda who suddenly turned her beautiful, wantonly distorted face toward him and groaned: "C-Come up on the b-bed, Darling...Bring it up here to Linda...! "
Kim couldn't believe it ! Her lovely eyes gaped in sensuous passion as she heard her own daddy's wife's lewd invitation and saw her hold out one hand to him, while the raging cocks fucked into her lustfully responding genitals, meeting their plunges stroke for stroke. And Reed Jarvis bellowed weakly: "Well...? Do it, boy! Do what the woman says...! "
The woman...? Not the bitch, or whore, or slattern...but the woman...? Dear God! It was Linda who was in command now! No longer the raped, but the rapist! The beautiful lecherous rapist! Was it possible...the ogre was dying and the witch coming back to life...? Who was chastising whom...?
Linda knew! She had known since Reed Jarvis had begun to caress her breasts rather than maul them, and the young, eager cock ducking into her rectum from behind had never been less than fervent since that first moment it had been thrust into her. Now, together, the massive and fulfilling stalk of thick, long cock-flesh inciting unprecedented sensations of enchantment in her seething cuntal-channel, and the virile young cock bringing her weird pleasure in its sodomizing charges from behind, were hers...tamed and possessed, the licentiously overwhelming knowledge causing lecherous sensations of sadistic lubricity to charge wildly through her. Now, she would absorb the third one into her desire-crazed body . . .
Kim couldn't stand it any longer! As she watched Garth crawl onto the bed, his thrusting, hard cock poling out above his father's bearded face, she let her robe fall open and smoothed her hand down over her flat belly to the gossamer down between her legs, excitedly slipping a finger between the lust-swollen lips of her tight cunt and into its pink, moist flesh to gently stroke her erect clitoris...watching excitedly as Linda took the other teen-age boy's rigid cock-shaft in her hand and without hesitation, bent forward to draw it into her mouth hungrily...!
In the crest of ungovernable, insatiable carnality, Linda reveled. The slave had become the master.. . or better, the mistress! Every erogenous bodily entrance she possessed was filled with hardened male cock...yet, she mastered them! With perverted delight, she undulated her lush rounded buttocks and squeezed heatedly with cunt and rectal muscles at the hard, thick sinews of hot flesh thrusting rhythmically into her. She listened to hear their masculine groans of subservity as the twin passages up between her legs sucked vampirishly at their loins, and with uncontrolled hunger she began to orally suck at the throbbing ridged cock in her mouth, her cheeks knowingly hollowing and bloating licentiously, delighting in the exploring of it with her fervent, licking tongue, its tip probing hotly into the tiny slit at its end. She sought closed-eyed with soft, warm hands and found his bloated young balls, cupping them warmly, beginning to caress and milk them with passionate fervor.
Ah yes! This was it! This was the ultimate.. . the tender boy-cock in her mouth! The rest was but salacious fuel fed to the seething flames of her passion! Now, she was sure...for until his sweet-tasting cock had slipped into her mouth the climax of her enchantment had been as remote as a trip to the moon! But just its enrapturing presence there, and the knowledge that it would soon shoot its young fresh sperm for her to swallow as she had Paul's...his hot cum...piquant and dribbling down her throat to fill her belly...as those cocks ramming into her cunt and nether-passage would do...until that moment of his oral fucking cock entrance, there had been no ultimate satiation for her!
Caught up in the lewd caressing of her own genitals, yet unable to trigger a release even as she watched the absolute obscene debauchery taking place before her, Kim had begun to pant and whimper, arching her voluptuous body forward obscenely, her peignoir fallen completely open, her rotundish, firm breasts dancing and jiggling lewdly with their distended pink nipples on her chest, while her fingers taunted rhythmically the moist, pink split between her swollen, jutted forth, cunt lips...!
"Oh...oh Pa! Cripes! I-I-I'm cuming...! "
Rirt's words struck Kim's eardrums with lascivious repercussions! God, why couldn't she? Passionately, she gaped at the boy kneeling up behind her stepmother, his sleek cock soaring right up her ass...and then, she saw him begin to lurch and spasm, his motions no longer even, and she knew he was squirting his cum into her back passage...! Oh God, she wanted to cum too...had to...!
At that very moment, Reed Jarvis made no effort toward attempting to decipher whatever it was that had enveloped him. The lustful desire he could understand, but the controversial and demanding contradictions to the institution he had founded and enforced around him he could not! There was suddenly no feeling of retribution in his loins...only of fulfillment by this delicate creature he had tried to degrade...and as he thrust his aching cock up into her receptive cunt-channel he sensed her vaginal muscles pulling at and loving it...just as his very own wife had done a thousand-thousand times!
God! Oh God! Had...had he been wrong? Had he...? He tried to concentrate but that was impossible! The churning had begun deep in his loins and balls...the gate was going to crash open any second...!
"Oh Pa! Pa...! I'm going to cum!" Garth, high above him, exclaimed.
Yes...yes...! Linda's liquor-drenched mind comprehended! She sensed Garth's cock abruptly swelling in her mouth and she sucked it ravenously. It burst then, as he whimpered aloud, exploded to gush forth thick streams of the creamy, pungent liquid into her mouth and throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting, and she swallowed in delight to keep from choking on the continual spurts issuing ceaselessly from it. She drank it in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the ejaculating organ, prepared not to lose even a tiny drop! Then, he was gone, his shrinking cock pulled from between her still sucking lips, small droplets of his sperm seeping from the corners of her mouth...and she looked down at the tamed, red-bearded face of the wicked man who had come to chastise her. Both her bowels and belly were filled with his offspring's cum! Now, what could he do?
"Y-Your a fraud, Reed Jarvis!" she hissed down at him...actually whispered so that his sons could not hear. "You are a lie for some reason of your own...but after tonight you're going to be all right. I know you are...with a cock like that you couldn't be anything else...! "
"Y-You...you delicious wanton bitch!" he gasped feebly. "You...you...you are actually telling the truth! I-I'm a fraud...but never meaningfully . . . "
"I know."
"You've shown me."
"I conquered you!"
"Y-Yes...! Yes. you did!"
"You are a man. Reed Jarvis," she said, leaning down to kiss his bearded mouth with her sperm covered lips. "Are...are you ready to cum?"
"I'll die if I don't!"
"Then...then let's fuck, Mister Jarvis!"
Kim clung to the frame of the doorway, Linda's salacious exclamation audible to her as she lewdly fingered her incited genitals, the sight of the twins exhaustedly slumping to the floor only adding to her libido, but somehow she knew it was useless! She couldn't cum! Oh God, she couldn't! And she wanted to so badly !
"Goddamn!" Reed Jarvis choked suddenly. "Now...Now, girl! Fuck down on it! Christ! I'm c-cu-cummiinngg!"
"Yesss! Yeeessssss!" Linda wailed, her luscious hips and buttocks smashing downward to absorb his up-thrusting cock frantically, "Nowwww! Noooowwwwwwwww!"
She screamed and Reed Jarvis bellowed! Their bodies convulsed spasmodically, the result of their orgasm foaming back and down out of Linda's enveloping cunt to wetly flood his cock and balls while they continued to smash against one another in obscene mattress splattering lust.. . !
CHAPTER 12
Keith Farley was more than just shocked when he arrived at the cottage to find lights burning but no one up waiting for him. The Caddy was gone and he linked this to Paul's absence once he pushed his son's bedroom door ajar to see his wife, Linda, sprawled naked in his bed, obviously passed out in a drunken stupor. He approached the bed and looked down close at her lewdly exposed vagina, still moist from her orgiastic debacle with the Jarvis trio, then up to her face, slack and open-mouthed in her coma...the undeniable string of sticky whiteness stretched from her lower lip to her chin causing a jolting sensation at the base of his stomach.
Keith backed away, his eyes blurring damply, uncertain whether it was rage, sorrow, or jealousy tugging at his emotions. God...! Who had it been...Paul. . . ? Is that why he was gone...? Briefly, he thought of awakening her and trying to get the truth, then decided that would be futile in her condition...
Kim...? My God, where was she...his baby...the sweet, voluptuous darling who had filled his every thought for days, and even more, if that were possible, since he'd talked to Linda on the phone only hours before? Had she left, too?
Panicky, Keith hurried from the room to the door of his daughter and gently pressed it inward. Thankfully, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief, though it emitted from his lungs with jerky hesitance at the sight of her lying on her back in sleep, the halo of her long blonde hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her lovely head, her luscious young contours visible to him through the sheer peignoir that had fallen open to reveal a portion of her firm, full breasts, and again below, exposing a good measure of the white satiny flesh of her legs and thighs. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp she reminded him of a sleeping goddess, and he couldn't resist the lustful temptation to bend down and look up between her slightly spread thighs where the gossamer folds covered her tender young vagina.
He wasn't certain, but he thought he could make out the tight pink split nestled there beneath its infringement of golden strands and he felt his cock jerk lecherously in his pants. He straightened slowly, wiping a heavy hand across his brow. Christ, he was tormenting himself to death! He shook his head and backed out of the room, taking one last look before hurrying out to the liquor cabinet for some liquid tranquilizer.
Keith had never been much of a drinker and the first two raw jolts hit him quickly. With the third in his hand, he walked aimlessly around the big room, trying uselessly to determine what had taken place after his call to Linda. Again, he eased into Paul's room to examine the salacious evidence his unconscious wife wore in undeniable smears of expended male sperm.
He stared down at her in all of her lewd and lovely nakedness, his breathing quickening at the sight of her statuesque beauty, his penis lurching and swelling, the desire that had permeated his loins for hours...days...almost driving him to the point of crawling between her spread thighs and emptying his lust-filled loins into her insensible cunt! God, he had to do something...but as well, did he have to know what had gone on there...and where was Paul?
Once more, he emptied his glass, the whiskey burning in his throat and belly as he found himself in the hallway and pressing the door to Kim's room open quietly... She hadn't moved. Christ, she was a nerve-shattering vision of enchantment! He couldn't stand there! Goddamn, in another minute he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her.. . !
Kim stirred, her thighs separating further for a brief moment, allowing him an unmistakable flashing glimpse of the entire area he had lewdly sought with voyeuristic eyes shortly before, sending a charge of lascivious sensations racing through his groin. . . .
"Da-Daddy . . ? " she questioned suddenly, raising to her elbows, the peignoir falling loosely open at her thrusting breasts, until Keith could see all but their nipples. Then, she was squirming around on her knees, carelessly covering herself as she sat back on her haunches, tears in her eyes. "Oh Daddy, I'm so glad you've come! I tried to wait up for you but I guess I finally fell asleep! Oh, Lord Daddy . . .all the things that have happened tonight.. . ! I-I don't know how to tell you...! "
"There, there. Baby," he soothed, moving forward to drop beside her on the bed and taking her inside his arms as he always had when she was troubled...only this time, it was different, wasn't it? he realized, his brain whirling at the feel of her soft, warm body, the smooth contour of her back beneath his big hands as he held her tightly, her firm, pointed breasts flattened against his chest. "T-Tell me...from the beginning... "
And she did while he held her, whispering it into his ear as uncontrollably he caressed his hot hands over her back, from her shoulders down to the swell of her delicious young buttocks and hips, his ungovernable, lecherous hands becoming more brave...or was it less manageable?...with each stroke, until he found them smoothing down over the lush orbs that were distended into enticing hillocks from her hunched position. He sensed her breathing becoming more rapid against his ear, her whispering voice hesitating, even gasping now and then as she clung to him and he continued to stroke the soft precious moons and tenderly finger the deep vale separating them.
Her words, and the lurid story they composed even as it registered in his mind, hardly mattered to Keith. Nothing else was of consequence except that at last he held her in his arms in the manner he had dreamed of for too long, lovingly, lustfully...incestuously! God! He had to have her...no matter the cost! He had to.. . !
"Oh Daddy, Daddy...! " Kim gasped breathlessly. "Wh-What do we care about them...about anyone else...as long as we have each other?"
She kissed him then, full on the mouth, and this time there, was no question in his mind as her tiny, sweet-tasting tongue pressed between his lips and teeth to search excitedly, while she forcefully toppled them both downward onto the pillow, finding one of his caressing hands with her own and placing it on her now exposed naked firm breast.
The thoughts that might have, or should have, been filling his liquor-incited, wicked brain, Keith knew, were enfeebled before the evil hunger saturating his loins and commanding his every move. He might live to hate himself all the remaining days of his life, but even that wasn't going to deter him. That Reed Jarvis and his two sons had ravaged...or been en ravaged by his wife...that Linda had lecherously seduced the twins, plus his own son, was only serving to help justify in his lust-festering mind his own forbidden intentions, and hungrily he kissed and sucked at the little tongue in his mouth while his hot hand gently caressed and stroked his beautiful daughter's nipple-hardened young breasts.
"Ohhh!" Kim gasped, withdrawing her mouth from his. "T-Take your clothes off. Daddy! Please...I want you to!"
It was then that Keith made his first and last attempt at righteousness. "Damn, Baby! Do you know what you're saying...? "
"Yes...! Is it any worse for you and me to make love than for Paul and Linda?" she said flimsily.
"Yes, Darling, it is and we both know it!" he managed in a quivering voice.
"Then, you don't...don't want me...? " she whimpered, suddenly near tears once more.
"Oh, Christ!" Keith swore, crushing her to him passionately. "More than anything, Baby...more than anything I know of!"
Suddenly, he was off the bed and pulling at his clothing, while her beautiful face bloomed into a happy, excited smile, and she quickly slipped the peignoir from her voluptuous body, then lay back on the pillow enchantingly stretched out before him in her splendid nakedness, eagerly watching for the unveiling of his loins.
Keith backed to the door and locked it, while he stared at the sight of her white, curvaceous charms wanting and waiting for him, her eyes locked fixedly on his middle-aged cock that was dancing in the air proudly as might any young virile teen-ager's.
"Oh, Daddy...darling...bring it here to me and let me touch it!" she hissed in a desire-filled voice he had never thought possible, and before he could get onto the bed she had raised up to take it in her small, soft hand. "Ooohhh...! " she moaned, her eyes engorging themselves on the rigid hardness of its length and thickness. "Y-You know...I've never seen this before...but I've dreamed what it might look like...and it's more handsome than I'd even imagined...! "
Keith grunted loudly as her small hand continued to encircle it, standing there as if frozen and seeing the tiny drops of seminal fluid oozing from its tip in his incestuous desire. He stared, watching her little hand begin to massage and stroke it, drawing the heavy foreskin back and forth, while his brain struggled with the maddening revelation she had just made.
"Damn!" Keith blurted, forcing her back as he moved onto the bed, unable to keep his hands off her body any longer. She fell back onto the pillow and he stretched out beside her, one hand on the smooth skin of her little flat belly; then she rolled toward him, into his circling arms, her firm supple breasts flattening against his hard chest, her hand inching down between them to again grasp with eager meaning his throbbing cock.
Kim heard his grunt of pleasure as her hand clasped the solid, blood-filled rod of hardened flesh and a sensation of hot excitement spiraled through her. Dear God, her very own daddy's cock she held in her hand! Oh, she loved him so much...so much! And they were going to make each other so beautifully happy...forbidden or not! She pressed her smooth belly and thighs tight against his and offered her lips to be kissed. His mouth, hungry and moist, crushed her own and she felt his hot tongue thrust into the warm waiting cavern to be sucked...and she did anxiously, while his big hands caressed her back and downward to her buttocks, hauling her tightly to him as she worked the heavy layer of skin on his uncircumcised cock back and forth, the feeling of it in her small hand about to drive her wild.
"Oh, damn...damn!" he rasped. "I've wanted you this way for so long, Baby!"
"Daddy, Daddy...I love you, too!" Kim whispered, squeezing his cock harder while she milked it gently and entwined her leg over his thigh, pulling him tighter to her. "Oh...please, do something to me before I go crazy, Darling...! I'm so hot!"
Her hissing words were all that Keith needed to destroy any weak threads of restraint that might have held him from going further. A lustful animalish grunt escaped him as he began to kiss her face and throat, shoulders and breasts, squeezing them to cone-shaped points and sucking the distended pink nipples into his mouth almost cruelly, then rolling her onto her back as he moved down over her, burying his face in the soft, silk-like flesh of her belly, his tongue laving hotly into her navel and about the tiny bowl...until at last he was between her full and quivering spread thighs, flat on his stomach, his mouth only inches above her narrow, pink vaginal slit. He looked up between her erect young breasts at her impassioned face looking down at him.
"Oh, Daddy!" she moaned breathlessly. "Do it! Please do it for me...? "
Christ! he thought. There was little question but what he was going to do it! It was simply that a thought had occurred to him, a belated, perplexing question really...just how long did eternity last. . . ? Because that was how long he was slated to burn in hell. . . !
He dropped his eyes to the licentiously inspiring feast she presented before him in panoramic splendor between the widespread, intoxicating columns of milky-white thighs, the pink dewy flesh of her partially hidden pussy beneath the infringing golden hairs sending shivers of wild salacity charging along his spine. He noted where the delicious narrow split started from the base of her smooth belly, slicing downward erotically between her thighs to the generous, rounded orbs of her buttocks slightly raised and rotating sensuously, expectantly, just inches below his lips.
Had Kim entertained even the slightest notion that what they were doing was wrong, she still would have been unable to help herself. In the wake of the unreleasable inferno the sight of Linda and the Jarvises had brought to a seething boil inside her, she had lost any sense over right and wrong that she might have had. In desperation she had masturbated, but the act had only served to increase her passion, and as Reed Jarvis had walked from the cottage with his arms around his two sons, she had been tempted to beg one of them to please make love to her...but something had held her back, and now she knew what that something was...the hope that Daddy would come and do exactly what he was about to do...
She felt the large palms of his warm hands pressing against her inner thighs, moving them wider apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited in furious excitement for what she hoped would happen next
"Oooohhhh...Daddy!" she lurched and groaned as his hot, moist lips closed over the puffy little mound at the base of her belly. Then she sensed damp, taunting kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her tingling pussy...gentle, delightful kisses...until his tongue parted her sparse, young pubic hair and began to flick snakelike at the sensitive, quivering opening.
Every muscle in Kim's beautiful body reacted uncontrollably at the forbidden, pleasurable licking of her still-closed cunt lips, while choking moans of delight tumbled from her lovely mouth. Insane, electric-like shocks of bliss were setting her whole body aglow with palpitating sensations of carnal enchantment! Subconsciously, she smoothed her hands caressingly over her firm swelling breasts that had begun to throb, at last stroking them downward across the silken skin of her tummy, bringing them to rest on either side of her flushed cunt lips.
She could hear her daddy panting and feel his hot breaths against her soft blond hairs. Slowly and deliberately, she spread the fleshy, hair-sprinkled flanges of her tight pink split open to him with small, delicate fingers, her hands grazing the cheeks of his face as he groaned and drew his hot, moist tongue up through the exposed, sensitive, coral flesh.
Keith's lecherous brain reeled in its lust. He raised his head and stared down at the ragged, pink-edged lips his baby held open before him, its jeweled, viscid delicacy exposed completely to the ravenous hunger of his incestuous eyes. Greedily, he absorbed the breathtaking sight, noting particularly that the single sign of her virginity was gone, but even that made no difference to him at the moment. Wild spasms of lickerish desire raced through him, and he ground his cock feverishly against the bedding beneath him.
"Damn!" he choked hoarsely.
"Oh, please. Daddy...don't stop? It feels so wonderful! Please...lick it for me...? " he heard his daughter plead in an excited, trembling whisper.
Christ, he didn't think he could stand it! Nor could he stop now even if he wanted to! He gaped at the widespread pink crevice glistening moistly with the viscous dew of carnal passion he had aroused in her. Her tight little vagina was actually twitching as she squirmed her lovely loins, while he stared at its revealed intricate delicacies, and suddenly, he dropped his head, plunging the full length of his hot, lecherous tongue into the quivering warm depths!
Kim moaned out her bliss. "Oooohhhhh, Goddddd! Yes...yessss, Daddyyyyy! Do it to me! Lick it...suck it! Oohhhh...it feels so goooddd...so beautiful...! "
Keith felt her small hands clutch at his head, her fingers tightly in his hair; she moaned and gasped, hauling his face forcefully into the widespread, pink slit. He sensed the movements of her head flailing back and forth as he speared up into the warm velvety depths of her youthful dilated vagina. She ground her full teen-aged hips uncontrollably into the softness of the mattress, writhing and squirming, wild little animal-like mewlings coming from between her clenched white teeth; then, she raised her spread loins up to him, pressing his face into the silken, hair-framed crevice, its sensitive, hot vaginal walls opening and closing in a wild sucking motion around his thrusting tongue...pulling at it in a lubriciously educated manner that he could barely believe.
Abruptly, Keith withdrew his teasingly probing lingual member and licked upward through the narrow, damp crevice, flicking its tip as it went, circling her trembling and distended little clitoris, then engulfing with his lips, sucking and drawing the warm soft folds deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue kept up its maddening licking against the straining nerve center of her youthful loins.
"Oh...oh...oh, Daddy, Daddy! You're beautiful! I love you, Darling!" Kim gasped deliriously.
Keith's brain swam in a licentious deluge of madness. He had severed all ties with morality or decency...had taken the terrible, forbidden step and dragged his baby...flesh of his flesh
. . . .down into the dregs of obscenity! There was no quarter for either of them now...no retreating...no rectifying or undoing of their sin! They were both caught up equally in the destructive monster's salacious tentacles...yet, he knew that he couldn't fuck her! No matter what, he couldn't...at least, not this night! But Christ, he had to do something or lose his wits entirely...!
He raised his eyes to fix upon her lovely, ecstatically contorted face, her head still flailing slowly at a set rhythmic pace as her fingers clutched tighter in his hair and she tried to direct his voraciously sucking mouth to the small opening of her greedily clenching, tight vagina. His hands moved upward over the white flatness of her belly to the full rounded firm mounds of her quivering, swollen breasts, cupping harshly their fleshy resilience, his fingers rolling the hardened, tiny pink nipples between them, treating them almost cruelly in his depraved lechery.
It wasn't the liquor, he knew; his insanity had been a part of him for years, satiated by the tender youthful loins of dozens...but all of them had only been mere forerunners to this very debauchery he was committing! At last, he had smashed down the last barrier protecting his false respectability! And from here...what...?
Suddenly, Kim felt her father lifting her legs and forcing them back until her knees touched her softly palpitating breasts; his hands pressed behind them raised her widespread, completely exposed vagina to his hungrily swirling tongue and mouth. It was then that she felt the hot, moist contact of that tongue against her tightly puckered little anus, laving and probing at the sensitive, raised opening, sending wild sensations of crazy rapture soaring through her trembling, lust-filled body.
Oh, God, nothing had ever been like this...Andy Carlton...even Paul couldn't fulfill her as was Daddy, she knew for certain! She would belong to him forever and ever! Maybe she could even entice him to get rid of Linda! He wouldn't need her anymore...not with his own precious baby...!...And then, his tongue darted into the moist vaginal hole of her seething pussy again and she cried out with joy.
"Oooohhhhh...yes...yesssss! Daddy! Oh, Daddy...turn around! I-I want your cock, Darling! Please...I want to taste it.. . ! "
Keith did, her words like some weird potion poured onto the naked matter of his warped brain, not letting himself think, nor ever losing contact with his mouth at the damp, excited split in her loins, Kim curled her small fingers around his swollen cock jutting down between his strong legs with an air of possessive affection, then raised her head, and with her ovaled lips spread wide, encircled it hungrily between as she held to its thick base with thumb and forefinger to pull back its foreskin, then tried to capture its entire length in her anxiously salivating mouth.
In her unbridled excitement, she sucked it so deeply into the hot, moist cavern that it nearly choked her, but she twisted her head enough to catch her breath, then began fervently running her tongue up and down the soft underside, feeling it throb and pulse to her ministrations, and tasting the pungent tang of the seeping fluid oozing from the split at its tip. She cupped his heavy balls tenderly in her soft palms while tiny explosions of wicked salacity burst inside her brain, and her daddy moved up and down, in and out of her mouth in cadence to his lashing, beautiful probing tongue in her searing cunt below.
Oh, God...what bliss! They would do this every night! He would lick her pussy while she sucked him...and sometimes, they would fuck! He would fuck her...she'd make him!...These thoughts raced through Kim's mind as she sucked with uncontrolled fury at his wonderful daddy-cock that was almost touching the back of her throat when he pressed it into her mouth, and she felt him slaving delightfully with moist, oral sounds at her excitedly tingling genitals, his hands beneath and clutching the rotund cheeks of her firm young ass while he burrowed his hot tongue deeper and deeper into her moist, licentiously quivering pussy.
Dear God! She had wanted to cum for so long! Her cunt was on fire with the licking flames his enchanting tongue was causing her!...And then, suddenly, she sensed his finger playing with her teeny rectum! Oh...oh, Daddy! Her breathing quickened excitedly and she forgot everything else as abruptly, he pushed into it with a quick, slippery movement and she felt his long, thick finger sliding right up her rectum like a tiny baby's cock...all the way to the palm of his big, extended hand!
"Auuuuuhhhhh," she groaned excitedly around his expanding organ in her mouth, her lips and tongue ceasing their gentle caressing in the fantastic sensation of his sudden invasion of her asshole, the unexpected enticement immediately causing that crazy, insane feeling to start building in her belly!
Kim felt his mouth glued to the round, expanded vaginal hole of her cunt, his deep thrusting tongue swirling and lashing its sensitive walls in tempo to his thick finger fucking into her moist secret bottom hole. Eagerly, she began to nurse and suck the hot thickness of his prick with all her acquired know-how from watching Linda, her cheeks hollowing and swelling obscenely, while her belly rose and fell in frantic excitement as she pulled at it.
God.. . ! She wanted him to cum when she did...and she was going to this time! Oh, he had to, she thought desperately, that was the whole thing that she sought...him shooting his hot sperm into her mouth while the maddening sensations burst inside her! She would truly possess him then...own him forever! But...but, he'd have to hurry, she reasoned, her lips clasped tightly around the throbbing, blood-filled shaft of his cock...and then, at that moment, deep inside her belly began the violent spasms of ecstasy; frantically, she squeezed at his swinging, bloated balls above her face, then raked her nails beneath them as she had seen Linda do, straining to her own rising orgasm
She tried to blurt some words around his pumping member, but then it happened! She felt it jerk warningly, its swollen head convulsing in her voraciously sucking mouth...and abruptly, it came! It shot into the back of her throat in wild spurts of teeming, creamy delight...gush after gush of the hot, sweet, acid-tasting liquid, joined by the spasming tremors of her own hips and loins as his climax finally erupted in a youthful cataclysm of blinding, erotic bliss. Again and again and again he squirted his hot jets of male jism deep into her throat, and she groaned as she continued sucking feverishly, her Adam's apple bobbing with lascivious lust while she swallowed and swallowed the flood of boiling semen spewing into the warm, wanting shelter of her mouth . . .
To Keith, it was as if he had been transformed from an erotic dream of carnal enchantment, to the horrible nightmare of reality...not like any of the other situations he had ever given himself to. This...God Almighty! This, was his own baby daughter!
He moved off of her, pulling his deflated prick from between her soft, young lips, not looking at her, but seating himself on the side of the bed. The urge to scream and cry out his remorse was almost unbearable! He thought of Linda lying drunk in the room down the hall, in his own son's room...his son, whom, she had violated as he had the very flesh of his own loins!
The feel of Kim's gentle hand caressing his back interrupted his painful thought stream.
"It's not that terrible, Daddy." she whispered softly.
"I wanted you to...and it was beautiful. I love you for it...or in spite of it, if you prefer...but I want it to happen again...and again..."
Oddly enough, Keith thought of his business, his store, and all the efforts he had put into it. He thought of San Marco Point and how his grandfather had made it all possible. Kim was beside him then, hugging him and kissing him on the ear and cheek, and he didn't think of that anymore...only Paul...Paul. . .
"Will...will he come back, Kim?" he asked looking to her.
She laughed. "Don't they all, Daddy? That's what I've been taught, anyway...the prodigal son thing...? "
In fun, she pulled him back onto the bed.
"Come here, you beautiful person!" she hissed into his ear.
Keith let himself be maneuvered by his baby's love, lying back onto the bed as she squirmed in all her naked nymph-like loveliness around him, knowing that he would commit further sins against whatever it was, because he couldn't resist the temptingly youthful beauty of his very own daughter...yet, not forgetting the words of Paul she had told him . . .
"There must be something better than this . . . . '"
